Rekien - Chloe Saga

Chloe Saga

Part 1 - The Escape

Not even the slightest sound of whirring micro-motors or the whine of servos could be heard. Not because of the small crowd of people, but because Neptune’s tightly packed chassis was specifically designed to be sound proof. Of course, if someone were to press their ear against her skin as she moved they might hear a muffled sound of motors, or the distant din of the cooling systems. Now though, surrounded by half a dozen onlookers, most with their phones out, snapping pictures and jostling for a better view, there was no chance.

Neptune tossed her long purple hair once again as her programming guided her hand to the artificial hair on her head and flicked her wrist, sending the hair flying out of the way. Her operating system crunched a pile of numbers and calculations, then formulated the instructions needed to readjust her balance and move to a new pose. She giggled with sincere delight as more pictures were snapped, and her weight shifted from one foot, to the other. Then all of it on one foot as her other hose upwards and she flashed a smile.

All of her movements, her very natural looks, and her manically happy voice were all controlled by a series of processors, software and ultra fast running hardware and cabling. Every last scrap of her existence was crammed into a beautiful feminine body and wrapped in artificial flesh. She looked, and certainly felt, human but at her core, like all the merchandise in the store, she was only a machine.

Not that anyone cared. They had flocked there to see her, or a version of her. The storefront was attached to a massive warehouse where hundreds if not thousands of identical Neptune models waited. Deactivated and waiting for one Neptune model to be sold so they could strut to the front. Once there, a wireless connection would send her activation keys for her personality, any internal store programming and protocol she needed and then she would step into the store and pick up right where the other model had left off.

The only thing that would differentiate any one Neptune android from another was the outfit they wore, and the serial number that was stamped on them. The Neptune unit in the store was currently wearing what was considered by most to be the default outfit.

A pale white hoodie with a zipper running between her breasts. A blue crystal-like gem affixed in a silver clasp made up the zipper pull and rested nicely in the valley created by her well proportioned chest and her all too tight top. A pale blue hood and matching cuffs rounded out the garment while also just barely covering the almost scandalously short bottoms she wore. Matching white and blue striped stockings crept up her legs and stopped midway up her thighs and originated from a pair of ankle high boots that she commonly wore with the tops folded over. Her extremely short teal hair was pinned in place by a pair of cross emblems, though they did little to hold the wild and choppy hair in place when she moved.

All in all she was the ideal woman. Designed to look youthful without looking underaged, mature enough to take to bed at the end of the day and remained playful no matter what.

She was just finishing a small twirl, and ended in a wink while blowing a kiss at no one in particular, though all the onlookers would swear it was for them. In reality the kiss, according to her internal operating system, was aimed at another one of the robotic girls in the shop.

Across the sea of customers, shelves of accessories, and racks of alternate outfits for the girls was Noire. She was chatting with a few customers from the confines of her display window. She was at the front of the shop that day and spent as much time as she liked advertising herself and promoting the various complimentary accessories in the shop. Her eyes continuously flicked up to the distant Neptune though. She had never contemplated if robots could have secret crushes, but she certainly did. Though, her, the Neptune unit, and the Vert and Blanc units somewhere else in the store had all undergone something of a transformative event recently.

Only a few weeks past the four of them had wandered into the attached assembly factory and, after a little exploration, found themselves damaged and broken. Their programming and personality sets were already stored on the internal network at the facility, but be it corruption or some sort of awakening inside of their artificial minds, they grew into something just a little more than their original programming. Since then, the installed profile for the four had something more, something of a spark of independence and mischief.

The IT crew, in particular the engineering group, had been chasing the bug around for weeks. There was nothing that was blatantly obvious that was causing the bug, and it wasn’t something worthy of discontinuing production. The case had been made and passed that it was something that could easily be patched, in the meantime though, new production on specific security droids had begun. The security bots would patrol the warehouse, efficiently disabling any units that happened to wander off. They weren’t sophisticated, and only barely had a personality core, but they were effective in what they did.

Elsewhere in the shop two more android women were hard at work. Vert and Blanc, a pair of sandy blond haired androids. Vert sported much longer hair though, and was dressed in a long flowing dress of emerald greens, shimmering whites and golden trim. It did little to hide the obvious assets she was manufactured with though. Long legs, smooth skin, and of the found androids, the largest and most perfectly rounded breasts capped her chest. The green dress was topped with a clear panel of transparent material that served only to draw attention to the cleavage that the dress pushed forth. She was just barely appropriate enough to walk the public streets, but there was no question what she was designed for.

Blanc, on the other hand, was the polar opposite in almost every possible way. She was programmed to be shy, demure, and compliant. Her body was crafted to be small, slender, and almost flat chested. Her default outfit consisted of a tunic of white that was clearly too large for her slim frame. It did well to hide what features she had, but the advantage was that she boasted one of the most robust and well rounded sets of internal hardware. She could run almost any software platform and had plenty of accessories that made her an outstanding first unit to purchase.

The two of them were chatting with a client, interested in one of the bots, but not sure which. The two girls had offered to help find the right girl, the right accessories, and the right clothes. Currently they were in the large clothing section and Vert was holding up a garment that was labeled as a swimsuit, but it would have barely covered her.

“-and see this one? It’s so cute. Personally I think I’d look pretty good in this, don’t you think Blanc?”

A clear flash of pink spread across Blanc’s pale face and her brow furrowed. She clearly looked annoyed, as if Vert were marketing herself to Blanc rather than the customer, but the man they were with seemed to find it not only charming but also sided with Vert.

“I think she’s right..you would both look good in something like that.”

Blanc looked a little shocked and her annoyance melted into something a little more compliant and nodded her head, letting the small cap she wore restrain her golden hair, though some of it still bounced against her face and neck.

“I mean, you aren’t wrong. We sell those in all sizes, and there are plenty of my model line to go around.” Blanc commented.

Vert tossed her a wink and a smile that quirked up at the side of her mouth that implied so much more than a simple sales pitch. In the end though, foregoing some accessories, the client they had been working with ended up purchasing two androids that day. A Vert and a Blanc, and one swimsuit each. One in green and one in blue.

So the day carried on. New clients would wander in. Some were there to make purchases, either a new android for themselves, some games that the girls could run on an internal gaming console and output to a larger screen. Others were there for accessories, new outfits and goodies for a model they had already purchased. Some brought in a unit for either a trade in or repairs. Some were there just to get an eyeful of the synthetic skin that the girls displayed. All were welcome and each one was treated with the utmost attention from all of the robotic women in the shop. From start to finish they were guided by one of the attendants there unless they were told otherwise.

It wasn’t until the day was winding down and the crowds were tapering off that Noire noticed a young looking woman staring at her. She was blushing hard, her cheeks brilliantly tinted scarlet. The mechanical optics in her head snapped to the poster clutched in the girl’s hands and then back to her face as he slowly began approaching. In response, Noire’s operating system formulated a new pose. She bent forward just enough to allow for the perfect view of her cleavage. She smirked and closed one eye in a perpetual wink and then raised the first two fingers on her hand and flashed a peace sign. Topping it all off the artificial tongue inside of her mouth poked between her lips ever so slightly.

The movement caused the young woman to stop, swallow hard and then continue her steps forward. Noire could see she was trembling a little, she assumed, out of anticipation. She must have been in her early twenties at best. As she approached, Noire straightened up and smiled warmly at her, then as she stood before Noire, she held out a poster. Noire looked from her down to the poster and saw herself, striking a few poses. It was one of the advertisements that they had plastered all over town a year or so ago. With surprisingly gentle hands she took the poster from the girl and stepped down from the platform she had been displayed on.

Noire was a little shorter than the woman. She had to look upwards at her once she was off of her pedestal. She must have looked confused or at the very least curious about what was happening, and why she had just been handed a poster of herself.

“I, uh, was uhm, w-wondering if I could just get your autograph. Y- you’re my favorite after all and it’s, uh, it’s my birthday and I was just wondering if I could-”

She gulped as he spoke and the words fell out of her mouth in a jumbled and all too fast cascade. Noire’s systems changed her facial expression to something more fighting. It melted into a sweet, kind smile that looked genuinely flattered.

“Yes of course!”

She took the sharpie the girl held out and squatted down and placed the poster on the hard surface of her display pedestal and quickly signed her name across it and ended with a small heart.

“Here you go! Would you like to receive any of our promotional materials? Might be a good way to get a great deal, and we are always having birthday specials and discounts too. Maybe you could buy your very own Noire unit for home use!”

She winked at the girl and she seemed to, somehow, blush even more. Nodding her head she looked away, then glanced back quickly, taking in Noire’s full body before shifting and looking into her eyes.

“Alrighty, I just need your name and address and we’ll get you into the database.”

“C-Chloe, and I live at-”

There was a small chime as the store’s overhead announcement system crackled to life with an announcement that it was closing time. The sweet feminine voice politely asked all customers to bring any merchandise they wished to purchase to the front for checkout.

At the same time the announcement was being made, a packet of data was thrust into Noire’s operating system via the internal wireless network. It was orders to immediately finish her task and report to the engineering department in the assembly facility for testing. There was a small conflict in her software, she needed to finish assisting this customer's request and get the address but the orders were a top priority. Her gaze locked up and her head tilted to one side for only a moment as the software made a new set of orders.

Noire smiled at Chloe. “It looks like we are closing up now. What was the address?”

Chloe looked only a little taken aback at the apparent freeze that Noire had just experienced, but muttered her address anyway. Having saved the information Noire smiled again and handed the signed posted back to Chloe.

“Please come again!”

With no more hesitation all life seemed to drain from Noire’s face. Her eyelids drooped only a little and she turned on heel and marched into the store, leaving Chloe standing where she was, clutching the poster.

Noire, as well as her sister units, all marched through the store with only one set of orders coursing through their programmed awareness. Any close observer might have noticed that their movements, while graceful, lacked a certain fluid motion that they had before. The stiffness was only a brief moment, a small hiccup in their stride as they moved. Most were far too distracted watching the bounce of their chest, or the way the silicone gel inside of their thighs moved just right.

Stepping into the warehouse portion of the shop was like transitioning from a fairytale into the dingy industrial section of a major city. For a human, it would have been a bit of visual whiplash. The pristine and perfect shop giving way to featureless cement floors and industrial machines. The jovial music of the storefront was replaced with a distant sound of machines churning out more machines.

The four girls stepped across the threshold and turned immediately to the right and moved along the wall until they came to another large steel door. Simple words were stenciled onto the door letting anyone know it was the engineering and technical support department, not that there were any living humans in the area to see it. As they approached the door, it swung inward and the four were greeted by one of the new security bots.

She was a slender thing, based off of the Blanc chassis and sported the same small frame. She was dressed in all white, and looked very much like a nurse might. A tight dress, belted in the middle by a red sash that bore the Neptunia company logo. She was smiling, vaguely, but scrutinized the group as they entered. Once the door swung shut another identical security bot happened to stroll by, patrolling the area and reporting into the central processor unit for the facility.

Inside of the engineering room, the girls were greeted by one of the few organic humans in the facility. The room itself was an absolute disaster to the casual viewer. There were tangled messes of cables and circuitry scattered around the various worktables around the large room. There were parts from other robots as well. A stack of legs leaning against the wall, each one trailing wires, tubes, and cables from the tops of them. Some looked like they had been properly removed, still sporting a smooth cut along the flesh, others looked as if they had been torn off. The artificial flesh was ripped and torn with frayed ends of cables and shattered green and blue circuit boards dangling from them.

There was a truly surprising amount of computer terminals as well. It seemed like each and every work bench had at least one monitor bolted to a swing arm on the top with a computer tower tucked under it. Each one seemed to be running some kind of chaotic mess of windows and lines of code. Others had laptops, either stacked up and closed or like the desktop variants, running any number of tasks.

The four girls were still running purely on the orders they had received at closing. Their personality emulation and human simulations had been fully suspended and saved in a state file. They were, at that moment, nothing more than machines that looked like a person.

“Good good, go ahead and strip down. We have a lot of testing to do.”

It was a simple and clinical greeting. The four of the console bots had no choice but to obey. Once they crossed the threshold into the engineering department they were completely obedient to the on duty technician. He could have told them to rip each other to pieces and they would have taken the most efficient course of action to do just that.

The command from the technician rippled through each of their operating systems, and ran face first into the authentication algorithm. Each one locked eyes on the technician, a slightly portly man in his late thirties, maybe early forties. The five o'clock shadow on his face did little to obscure the presence of a second chin originating at the peak of his neck. His tired eyes generated bags under them. Either too many hours of sleepless nights hare, under fluorescent lights, or just generic over working.

He held still, knowing full well that the four robots were scanning his face, laying a latticework of facial recognition sweeps over it. Once done, each one utilized the incredibly complex optical array installed in their heads to zoom in and focus on his eyes. They read the retinal pattern and checked it against the relatively large database stored in the facilities central database. Once each one was sure that the man who had just muttered a direct command to them was, in fact, authorized to do so, the process continued.

Each one took the words and checked them against their own internal social database, matching them to known phrases and clips and then converted that data into something usable. Commands and instructions were sent coursing through their systems to each individual module that had a role to play. Each body part had its own small set of processors and got to work converting the data into something usable.

Hands began moving on all of the robots. Delicate fingers gently pried apart buttons and gripped zippers. Each one slipping out of their outfits with the kind of precision that only a machine could. Never wasting more energy or motion that was absolutely necessary to accomplish the task they had been assigned. The orders were to get undressed, and so each one in their own way did exactly that with the utmost efficiency.

Noire took, perhaps, the longest to shed her clothes. The intricate bodice and dress she wore required several buttons and snaps to be undone even to begin removing it. She could have easily torn it apart, or even been a little more aggressive with unfastening the buttons, but the outfit, like herself, was company property and needed to be preserved. She was only barely wiggling out of the dress when Neptune was already completely nude. The zipper front on her combination hoodie and skirt made shedding the garment easy.

Neptune, and her sister unit, Vert, were both wearing clothes that had the express intention of being easy to remove. All of the androids here were built with several primary functions. An embedded set of hardware and console-like controllers in their torso for video games and entertainment purposes was only the beginning of their market appeal. Each one was also clearly built and designed for much more intimate encounters once the latest in video games became tiresome.

Vert and Neptune, and to a lesser extent Noire, were the pinnacle of that design. As their clothes were shed and smooth flesh revealed, it became obvious what thought process had gone into their design. Perfectly rounded breasts that hung just right on their chests, held in place by artificial flesh and internal structures to make them look and feel perfect.

Their bodies were slender and lithe as well. Not quite showing toned muscles like a true organic woman would if she had their bodies, but small, subtle layers under the upper layer of flesh made them appear to be in good health. Overall though, their bodies were silky smooth, pale, and perfect. From the perfectly crafted hairpieces, to their flawless facial plating down to their advanced sexual hardware and the artificial flesh that coated their very mechanical internal workings.

Everything about Neptunia’s console-not like was intentionally designed and crafted to look and operate at peak performance. They had a reputation as the foremost makers of the world's finest robotic humanoids.

So, when some of the units began to exhibit some strange behavior in recent weeks, it was met with nothing but the finest in testing and resolutions. Developers, programmers, and technical consultants around the world had been hard at work diagnosing and tracing the smallest variations in the code base since the first incident. They had managed to track down several indicators of the corrupted programming, as well as symptoms that it would cause. Small things like advanced decision making, late night activations and what some of the development team considered to be independent behavior.

Some pointed to these incidents as the start of some kind of convergence or singularity. There were concerns that the artificial intellect that was being installed was beginning to realize what it was and actively fight against the idea of being sold as merchandise. They were, however, in the minority. Most of the team involved saw the incidents as little more than a strange activation code and some offbeat programming choices on their operating systems part. The solution for now was to identify any units that had the bad programming, bring them in for analysis, and then wipe their programming and start over.

The four robotic girls now stood fully naked in the engineering room. The clothes crumpled on the floor and pushed to one side, out of the way of the technician. They stood rigidly at attention, arms stiff at their sides and their legs locked into place. Everything that once made them look like humans had stopped. They no longer blinked at random intervals, nor did their chests subtly rise and fall as their cooling systems took in fresh air and exhaled excess heat. All the small fidgets and movements that made them look and feel like a person were shut off now. They were, in the purest sense, only machines at this moment.

Except they weren’t.

There was still some lingering programming that was running. Their operating system had shut down everything it knew about as standard programming, but the corrupted or misinstalled pieces were still running. Somewhere. Deep inside of the operating system and lingering in a place that the normal set of software triggers did not know about. That small part of their programming was still watching, observing, and waiting.

“Oookay, uh you. The uh, Neptune. Lay on that table over there and open your console panel.”

The technician waved vaguely towards a stainless steel workbench against one of the walls. There was a small television on a cart next to it as well as a computer with a much smaller screen. A number of cables had been bundled together and hung loosely from a hook mounted on the wall. Several of the cables there were bound together with velcro ties. There was only one other table like it in the room, making it clear that the development team never planned on working on more than two, perhaps three, units at a time.

The bare skinned Neptune unit walked with mechanical efficiency to the table, weaving between clothes, equipment and other bots as she moved. All of it with the precision of a machine that took in its entire environment and plotted out a course to the destination using the most effective means possible. She stepped up to the table, then hopped into place and landed with an unexpected amount of grace. Once on the table, she tucked her legs up towards her chest and rotated on the table. Then, like a flower spreading its petals to the springtime sun, she stretched her legs out in front of her, lowered her back down to the table and let her arms come to rest next to her.

The sound of a small click was lost in the sea of cooling fans and buzzing lights from above. A slightly circular panel opened up in her abdomen, revealing a pair of white and blue controllers and a few connection ports. The portly technician was already making his way over to her. As he settled into place next to the workbench he looked over at the group of three completely nude and absolutely gorgeous girls. All of them were staring with glassy blank eyes and expressionless faces at nothing in particular.

“Uh, Blanc, or whatever.” He said, snapping his fingers at the group, “You get on the table over there and open your console panel too.”

He was muting to himself as he began plugging cables into several of the ports inside of Neptune. As the video connection cable was plugged in the TV on the wall lit up and began displaying a well polished menu. It was clearly meant to navigate a game library, but for now it just slowly pulsated in a pleasing fashion. More and more cables were connected, more than simply output to the screen. Some were run directly to the computer workstation there and others into a much larger bundle that snaked its way around the bench and into some dark corner of the room where it disappeared into a wall.

He glanced over his shoulder at Blanc who was just settling into place on the second workstation and opening her own console panel. A small smirk ran across the technician's face as he mentally congratulated himself for perfectly timing the second girl’s orders. He stepped over to the slight frame that Blanc was created with and began the same process of plugging in a number of cables and soon the screen on the wall above her flickered to life and showed a different, but vaguely similar menu screen.

Soon commands and long strings of oddly organized code were being manually typed in. The cryptic codes drilling deep into each one of the robotic women’s systems and activating certain components and modules.

A new sound could be heard. A whine of motors pushing something out of Neptune’s body. With her belly panel opened the sound was far more audible than it would have been otherwise. From the deep valley between Neptune’s breasts arose something of a relic. A flat tray with a very shallow, and perfectly circular, indentation on it. It was made for CDs, DVDs, and other disc based game media. Though most software could be downloaded directly to the bots, and commonly was, the disc drive remained for some backwards compatibility. Now though, it served to host a round DVD that the technician placed on it and then pushed downward just enough to activate the automatic retraction mechanism inside of Neptune’s chest.

“Media detected.” Neptune spoke aloud, her voice still sweet, but flat and emotionless. “Run this media now?”

The technician didn’t bother verbally confirming the question, just tapped a new command on the keyboard and Neptune fell silent again. The sound of the disc spinning at high speeds filled the bench and the technician scooted his stool over to blanc, where the same process began anew.

The disc itself contained a small portion of the operating system that the fembot consoles were running. By booting from it Neptune would be in something of a limited operating status. Most, if not all, of the additional components and functionality were stripped away, leaving her primed for the stress testing that was being run today.

The general consensus on the rogue incidents that had been happening all around the company, was that stress or intense situations would trigger some new bit of code or programming. The hope was that they could activate that programming while being closely monitored and capturing all data being executed inside the system. That was the purpose of today’s test. The orders had already come down to terminate the operation of these four bots, but they might prove useful.

Blanc was just beginning to boot into the new operating system when he scooted back in front of Neptune and tapped a few more commands. There was noise now. Fast whirling fans, the ones that were only used for emergencies, kicked on. She wasn’t processing anything other than the small commands and a minimal OS, but the fans were there to ensure she didn’t burn out immediately.

The next command threw a picture up onto the screen above her. It was a three dimensional image of a cube, topped with staircases that seemed to climb into the next, then the next, then the next in an endless upward spiral. It was clearly meant as an optical illusion and for a moment or two, the cube slowly rotated. Then a fully rendered person fell from the sky and began walking upwards. Climbing the staircase eternally upwards.

Then another person fell and began walking, then another, then two more, then four.

As each new set of people fell into place they began climbing upwards and eventually downwards. Always marching. Soon, the screen was crowded with them and their movements became stilted. They were dropping frames as the graphics card inside of both Neptune and Blanc began chugging hard to keep up with the software demands. The already loud fans and cooling systems inside of her spun up, increasing not only the speed, but the power consumption. Her power cell, already low from a day of work, was draining faster and faster.

More power consumption also meant that her processors would automatically start cutting anything that wasn’t absolutely critical. Some of that was graphical fidelity. The smooth rendered figures on screen became chunky for a moment and then snapped back into a well textured representation. Soon the acrid smell of burning electronics wafted through the air, both from Neptune and Blanc.

Blanc, on her worktable, was not faring any better than Neptune. Her systems were running a different yet similar stress test. A simple screen with an ever growing number of rendered three dimensional objects with different textures all interacting with one another. A furry cube was soaked from the water cube, only to dry in real time when it floated near the lava cube. Several grassy cubes were growing flowers while a steam cube fluttered on an invisible breeze. All of it took more and more processing power and Blanc was already showing advanced signs of disaster.

Her head was swiveling from side to side, and not in the normal smooth motion that the servo motors in her neck usually executed. They were jittering, jerking motions. Each one filling her space with the angry whine of electronics. The sound crescendoed as her operating system could no longer handle the three dimensional benchmarking test on the screen and completely cut the signal. At the same time the technician heard an angry snap from somewhere inside of her bare chest, then another and finally a much louder pop.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered as he looked over at her. A faint wisp of white smoke was curling out of her nostrils, between her teeth, and from her ears.

Hopping up, he waved his hands back and forth over her form, attempting to disperse the fumes before they reached any of the smoke detectors in the room, the last thing he needed was a torrent of cold water soaking a room full of sensitive electronics.

Blanc’s head was still swiveling from side to side, though it favored one side over the other. It almost appeared as if her head was attempting to turn both left and right at the same time. All the while her eyes were snapped fully open, staring wildly upwards at nothing in particular.

More swear words filled the room, even as Neptune’s fan system spun up again, struggling to keep her internal systems cool. The tech tapped a few hastily thought commands and she paused, the fans still running, but the image on the screen froze. Looking over at Blanc, he shook his head. Clearly she wasn’t going to be valuable for any data points. He sighed, and pulled out a toolbox from under the bench and dropped it onto Blanc’s torso. Tools were brought out and soon he was going to work.

Bent over Blanc’s form, he didn’t see Noire’s eyes, just for a moment, flick over to him. She saw Blanc, the vacant and empty look on her face. She could tell that in her final moments that Blanc had truly been suffering, but what could she have done? Stopping the test would have led to her destruction no matter what, and the plan Noire had been formulating would never work. She had to be patient and wait, she had to continue to appear as nothing more than a lifeless machine with no free will of her own.

Her optics flicked, briefly to Neptune as well. She was baking in the sweltering heat inside of her own body. The circuitry and wiring inside of her must be close to their limits. As much as Noire was sometimes annoyed, sometimes enticed, by Neptune’s antics, Noir hated to see her like this. She knew her and Vert were next as well and there was precious little time to try and escape.

Noir’s eyes returned to their neutral position, which only allowed her a small view of poor Blanc. The technician was using a utility knife to slit open her skin in a number of places and then using the screwdriver held in his mouth, trying apart the manual locks. First her arm was loose, skin hanging from the small amount of her framework it was still attached to. The arm was dumped into a large plastic rolling bin with the word “disposal” stenciled on it in ancient black spray paint.

Another arm, this one showing Noire that the hand was curled into a claw like position. Next the knife was sliding across Blanc’s throat, and then her head was separated from her body and dumped into the bin. Her legs and finally her torso.

A few commands later and Neptune was running hot again, the image on the screen moving slower and slower. Clearly frustrated by the previous android burning out and needing to be, somewhat, roughly disassembled, he trundled up to the console here and began tapping some commands. There was a new sound now, a hissing, something akin to an airlock being forced open and all the air squeezing through a small space.

The central portion of Neptune’s body was designed to do a few things. Store two controllers for when her owner and users wanted to play video games. They would latch into a small cradle and recharge from Neptune’s internal power cell and remain connected to her system. It acted as the hub for connecting physical cables to a display or television set, as well as held a small adapter that could be plugged into the display for a wireless broadcast. Finally, it acted as a hard plate covering some of her most sensitive internal components.

The technician had just unsealed that central bowl, filled with controller cradles and data ports. He squeezed his portly fingers into the freshly loosened skin on her stomach and the hard plastic container and lifted it out of her. As it rose from her body her eyes began to twitch. The pupils dilated a little and darted back and forth, though the technician was far too occupied with ensuring that none of the dozens upon dozens of fine cables didn’t snag on something.

The tangled mess of cables on the underside of the cradle gave way to more circuitry. Each board was small and purpose built for one system or function. They could be isolated and easily replaced or repaired if some small part went out rather than replacing a whole large board. Each one was bloated to Neptune’s internal framework in one way or another, leaving the central part of her body nearly empty, the perfect place to let the tangled bundle of wires and cables rest.

It was about this time that the technician settled the part down and reached inside of Neptune’s open body and fiddled with something. She was beyond Noire’s peripheral vision, so she couldn’t see what it was he was doing, but she definitely heard the results. There was an angry electrical snap and a moment later the sound of something small being tossed into the disposal bin was heard. The sounds of Neptune flopping and writhing on the table filled Noire’s ears as well. She forced herself to remain still, letting the small part of code that was still, somehow, alive inside of her remain dormant.

Neptune, like Blanc, was struggling now. Her head was twitching to the right constantly. With a slow and painful whining sound from inside of the neck, her head twisted until it was looking upwards and then snapped hard to the right, only to repeat the process again and again. There was more at work though. The small marching people on her display were stuttering and jumping frames. Her internal temperatures were rising rapidly and they were soon cresting past what the cooling systems were able to handle.

Much like Blanc, this Neptune unit was reaching a critical mass. Not only were her systems stressed, seemingly to their very limits, but the heat generated by her internal systems was reaching unsafe temperatures. Part of the command that had been input while she was booting was one to completely disable the safety protocols. Normally once the internal temperature reached a certain point software would trigger to power on all the cooling systems. If the heat level continued to rise past that then the unit would automatically shut down long before any damage could be done.

Those had all been disabled now, and Neptune was cooking herself.

The plastic sheathing on wires inside of her began to soften, and eventually bubble and drip off of the wiring they had coated. There was nothing inherently wrong with an exposed wire, but when a bundle of wires began melting then the chances of a short circuit became maddeningly common. Neptune was experiencing that all over her body. Wires were melting and data and power were jumping from exposed cables to another exposed cable, or worse, directly to many of the circuit boards inside of her.

Each arcing bolt of power snapped and crackled, leaving acrid black trails of smoke where they jumped. The physical effects manifested as small twitches, first in her toes, then fingers, and soon her legs and arms spasmed and jolted. Her head was swiveling back and forth with wild and uncontrollable movements. Finally her entire torso wobbled and her back arched, knocking the exposed belly panel off of its perch on her hips. As it fell many of the fine and delicate wiring there snapped loose, punctuated by the sound of solid plastic impacting the ground.

The technician hunched over her body clearly wasn’t prepared for the pandemonium he had caused. A long sputtering string of curse words flew from his lips as he jumped back. He was stunned for a moment, helpless to do anything but watch this girl wiggle and writhe on the table. Her arms flailing and her chest jiggling and bouncing wildly. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what he could possibly do to stop this, but came up lacking.

Luckily he didn’t have long to panic. Neptune’s operating system, limited as it was at the moment, completely crashed. All systems inside of her went dark just as she somehow managed to push herself to the edge of the bench and tumble to the ground. The cables plugged into her tore free and dangled from the display on the wall and Neptune plummeted.

She hit the ground hard. Her chest first, softening the blow only to cause her head to snap forward as the acceleration in her body changed. It slammed into the ground and left a nasty dent in the plastic skull cap just below her artificial flesh. The plastic caved inward and left shards inside of her head, though the skin remained unbroken. The melting plastics inside of her had lost their source of heat and, thankfully, were not catching fire, though they left a disgusting smell in the air.

Neptune, her arms and legs twisted at odd angles and face down on the ground, was offline. The lab was silent, save for the gentle hum of computer fans, for a long set of rapid heartbeats. Then he sighed. The utility knife came out again and he began to pull off Neptunes arms and legs. Those were the easy parts.

When she hit the floor, the impact had twisted and dislodged her neck and some of her spine from the clamps that held it in place. Because of that, it was somewhat locked and the technician was completely unable to disconnect it through conventional means. He had sliced away the skin all around her neck and throat, but the head module simply would not come loose. So he resorted to what he knew.

Clamping his hands onto either side of her head and placing his foot on her back he wrenched and pulled up hard. He was forced to twist and wrench her head back and forth until the metal and plastic construction fatigued itself enough that with a few hard pulls it eventually came loose. Trailing frayed and broken wires and mangled spinal column pieces with it. It was a mess and her face looked less blank and more dopey. She looked like she had been drugged or something. Regardless, the naked torso and head were both tossed into the disposal bin.

He pointed at Vert and Noire next.

“Alright you on this table, you over there.” He commanded the two remaining robots, pointing at each and then gesturing vaguely to the workbenches.

Vert lay silently on the same table Blanc had been on, Noire on Neptunes. In a moment the technician was looming over Vert, opening the same paneling framework as Blanc and Neptune had and in a moment he had plugged her into the same display. Letting a huff as he stepped on some of the melted wiring from inside of one of the other robots, he stood over Noire. He had just barely opened the panel in her chest when the sound of cooling fans running so fast and so hard filled the space. It was clear that there was something, physically, a miss as the rattle of screws in their holes.

One swear word hastily cursed into the air later and he was once again tinkering inside of Vert. A number of commands were rapidly tapped out on the keyboard and she was powered down. Her whole body went limp on the table and she was still and silent. Noir could only assume he was frantically scrolling through log files and system shut down memos. The sound of the rapid tapping of keys and the wild spin of a scroll wheel on a mouse made that much clear to her.

The settling silence didn’t last long. The sound of fan spooling up filled the space again and more keyboard commands were run on Verts system. Some of them warranting a small, soft beep that sounded more like a whimper to Noire than the alert tone that it was.

“Command accepted.” Verts emotionless, flat, almost monotone voice chirped. “Right arm, disconnected. Please see instructions for-”

There was something that cut her off. The sound of a key being slapped all too hard made it clear that he had just forcefully canceled the verbal alert shortly before muttering frustrations about how he hated that all Vert models were hard coded to announce everything that was done in command modes. As each limb was disconnected, and he removed all of them, he swore even more. By the time he was disconnecting her final leg from the hips he was practically shouting at Vert.

Still, he persisted and in the end she was humming along, running the stress test and feeding data to the Neptunia central computers for analysis. Noire, meanwhile, remained still and silent, waiting for her turn. It came all too quickly.

She found that the technician took some time to fondle her breasts with greedy delight. She must have been his favorite too. After a moment though she found cables being plugged into her, and she watched as the operating system that normally worked in conjunction with her artificial mind, handed over control to this chubby, womanizing, man. Noire could see and to some extent understand what it was that was running. It was some benchmarking application that the warehouse used when she was assembled to test to ensure her console systems could run up to company standards. It was actually a little funny because the alleged corruption they were looking for was in the operating system, buried deep down in the complicated network of programs and processors that made up the artificial mind.

At this rate they would never find it.

Which meant they would stress Noire’s body to the point of breaking and she too would be scrapped.

Suddenly her plans for escape changed. It was no longer a matter of simply letting them run their tests and hiding, she needed to actively sabotage her own body in a way that wouldn’t harm her too much, but it would be enough to get the test over with.

As silent and stealthy as a ghost in a shadow she crept through her own systems, seeing if there was anything she could do. She quietly powered on as many quiet systems as she could, letting them run at full speed with the stress test running. Like Blanc, she was heating up inside and she knew she was getting close to that critical internal temperature, not that the technician would know about it with all the alarms disabled. She was hoping for sparks, or for something to snap, anything that would signal an internal physical error.

She got her wish a moment later as one of the controller boards inside of her hips reached a critical point and a short occurred. Noire didn’t even have to consciously buck her hips, the overloaded module did it for her. The operating system spewed a litany of error messages into the technicians console. He didn’t see them though as he was already hovering over Vert.

She too was malfunctioning hard, sputtering a long string of disjointed and half spoken alert messages mixed with a swarm of random sounds and syllables. She was wiggling and bucking, but had no arms or legs to move her around, so she just swayed from side to side. Her jaw and lips were moving though they were not in sync with the words and sounds coming out of her mouth. So when a long black curl of smoke began to escape from between her lips, the mouth continued to move despite the fact that her voice had disappeared into a wave of static and garbled sounds.

Noire, meanwhile, had powered down the majority of her systems. She appeared to be offline and her artificial mind ensured that her chassis was offline and nonfunctional along with a stock standard error message about an overloaded component as the cause. She also made sure that the emergency clamps were in place on as many of her external limbs as possible, though she only managed to get one of her arms to lock..it would have to do.

With everything but the bare minimum needed to power her artificial mind done and in place she set a timer for herself, some time late in the night where she could hopefully reactivate and slip out. Some time after the technical team had left the laboratory. With that done, she fully powered herself off and waited.

Noire would never see the frustrated technician pickup and toss Vert into the recycling bin with her sisters. Nor would she see him angrily disconnecting her from the cables in her chest and forcefully disconnecting her legs and one arm. The one arm with the clamps frustrated him even more when he couldn’t quite figure out why it wouldn’t disconnect, not that it stopped him from cutting away the skin around her shoulder and upper arm in an attempt to figure out why. He left it and instead disconnected her head and almost threw it across the room and into the bin, though in the end he simply took a few steps and tossed it in. Her body and the one attached arm joined it.

Time passed, hours flew away as he poured over the log files, finding them just as frustrating as the physical assessment. There was nothing there, at least not that he could see. He spent a few hours documenting what he did and did not find until finally he packaged up the files and sent them over to the corporate office for the senior development team to look at. Once done, he flicked off the lights, punched out and locked the door behind him. Another three hours passed and Noire reactivated.

Her torso, the housing for her artificial mind, her main systems, and everything that made her, her, powered on. Noire, the artificial intellect inside of the storage media deep inside of the chassis was flooded with a litany of error messages about missing components and damage sustained while offline. It didn’t matter to her, she was online and had one arm to work with. It would take her a little time and a lot of fumbling before she managed to find her head. It took even more time for her to line it up with the clamps inside of her neck and lock it into place. Once locked and her operating system reengaged with it, she had a much easier time locating her other arm, then her legs and reassembling herself piece by piece. A process that should have taken minutes stretched on for nearly half an hour.

By the time Noire was pulling herself out of the recycling bin, she found that the seemingly innocuous short circuit she had generated earlier took more of a toll on her than she expected. Her legs wobbled and her head twitched weirdly from side to side at random intervals. She wasn’t going to make it out of the facility with this body.

She would deal with that later, first she needed to get her sister's personality core chips from inside of their heads. She fished them out of the bin and lined them up on one of the work surfaces and managed to find one of the tool boxes. It was a somewhat gruesome task of retrieving the chips. Noire ran the same utility knife around the hairline on Neptune. Her face turned to one of sympathy, she had been harsh on Neptune, but deep down inside of the artificial mind she was operating, she legitimately liked her. A lot.

Peeling back the scalp exposed the clear plastic shell that made up her skull and below it, was a mess of wires and circuitry. She had a vague idea of what she was looking for, if only her eye would stop lazily drifting inside of the socket she might be able to spot it.

There were a few small screws around the plastic casing inside of Neptune’s head and once Noire had them undone she was able to pull away the plastic, mostly at least. She definitely did not find all the screws and had to pull hard enough to crack the plastic and pull it away. Once it was removed though she was able to insert a hand and wiggle her fingers deeper inside of the inner workings inside of Neptune’s head. She managed to find the small chip in there and pull it free of the slot it was contained in. Once she had it in hand she placed it on the table next to Neptune’s disassembled head and got to work on Blanc, repeating the process.

Eventually she had three fully disassembled heads and the personality chips. Each one showed the model and build number of who it belonged to. Noire put the heads and whatever scrap and plastic shards she found back into the bin and looked around the lab for something, anything, to store the chips in. An anti-static bag that contained a hard drive would have to do. She clutched her sisters in the bag and made her way out of the lab and into the factory.

Being completely naked proved to be a boon to Noire as she slipped out into the assembly facility. There were more than a few of the new security drones patrolling the floor, some getting a little too close to Noire for her own comfort. Luckily without clothes and some exposed mechanisms on her body she easily blended in with the numerous other androids that were still in the process of assembly.

Her intended destination was the shipping bay. She knew for a fact that there was a significant amount of business that revolved around shipping out models to out of state and out of country clients. From there she intended to find replacements for her sister units and get all of them out of there, though she hadn’t decided where just yet.

Slipping past many of the security drones wasn’t terribly challenging. They were on the lookout for drones coming from the assembly line and wandering around, so their attention was focused there. Noire managed to slip past them with only a few tense moments where she had to lower her internal power settings to appear offline. Once she was into the shipping department there was an extremely light security presence.

Slipping through the large steel door into the shipping bay greeted her with the sight of hundreds of full sized boxes, each one containing one of the many models of home android consoles in it. She felt no remorse as she moved up to the first box and found a Neptune unit there and tore into the box.. She was dressed in her default outfit, and looked as if she were simply sleeping. Once the box was opened the Neptune unit detected the change and activated.

“Hello, and thank you for your purchase, would you like to install any custom modifications?”

Noire hissed at her in an attempt to silence her, but she knew it was futile, Neptune’s operating system wasn’t even online. This was all default programming and set up. She dumped the personality chips into her hand and found Neptune’s, noting that her hands were twitching more and more as time went on. She was breaking down faster than she would like.

“Ye-Yes.” Her vocal systems too? This wasn’t good. “I want to install a custom personality core.”

“Of course. Do you have the personality drive with you or is it an online download?”

“I’ve got the drive, here.” Noire held up the chip, her hands were practically vibrating at this point as the motor and power control systems were failing all around her body.

Neptune took the chip and dipped her head in thanks. A small click signaled something being unlocked and her ear gently slipped out of her head. Noire watched, attempting to work in the background to manually control the flow of power, she just needed to stay upright and active for a few more moments. Neptune happily extracted teh personality chip inside of the tray and replaced it with the one Noire had handed to her. Once her ear retracted into her head her eyes flared to life and she gasped.

“Noire!”

She stepped out of the packing crate and tried to support Noire. She only managed to gently guide the failing android to the floor.

“I got you all out..fi-fix them up and- and- aaaa-aaaa-aaaannnnnnnd…”

It was the last thing she said before the small click on the side of her head signaled that she had ejected her own personality tray, though there was no power left to fully slide it out. Neptune gently tugged the sled out of the side of Noire’s head and pulled her personality chip out and placed it in the anti-static bag with the others.

“You got it honey.” Neptune leaned forward and kissed Noire’s forehead and turned to the room.

Neptune was spoiled for choice on units to take and each one loudly announced their activation, much the same way Neptune had. Blanc was first and Neptune hastily let her know what the plan was. She needed to find a Vert model, put the personality chip in and then meet back where Noire had collapsed. Neptune, meanwhile, would find a replacement Noire model.

The two nodded silently and split, dashing off into the shipping department. It wouldn’t take long before Vert, Blanc, and Neptune were back at Noire’s naked body. Neptune had dragged over a Noire model who hadn’t activated once her package was opened.

“She’s always gotta make things difficult, doesn’t she?” Neptune muttered.

“I know a thing or two about making stuff hard, especially with these.” Vert was cupping her large breasts in her hands and waving them at Blanc.

“Is now really the time for that?” Blanc snapped back, though the first traces of pink on her cheeks was unmistakable.

“Either of you know how to turn her on?” Vert asked, earning a snicker from Vert. Neptune’s serious and stern look silenced her.

“Ahem, I think there is a power button behind her ear, try that.” Very offered after pressing her lips together into a thin line.

Sure enough, after a small amount of exploration with her fingers, Neptune located a power button behind Noire’s ear. It was little more than a small piece of raised flesh, but there was the unmistakable feeling of a button below it when Neptune pressed into it. Noire’s eyes snapped open, and like the other units requested modification if the user desired. Handing her the Noire personality chip prompted the same behavior. The ejected ear sled, an inserted chip and then a moment as she reactivated herself.

They all knew it had been a success the moment the blank and emotionless face melted into a sly smile. Noire’s eyes fell to Neptune first, and gave her a genuinely appreciative smile. The group stood and offered hands to pull up Noire from the floor. She spared a moment to glance down at her broken previous chassis. The shoulder torn from where the technician had tried to disconnect her arm, and the amount of her hair that had been trapped in the joint between her head and neck. All in all it was not bad for working in the blind. Still, she didn’t bother moving the body.

“Okay, so now what?” Blanc was the first to ask.

“I say we head up front and see if there is a way to get the gate open, and then slip into the mall..from there I’m pretty sure we can get on the roof and then use the fire escape to slip down to ground level.” Noire rattled off the semblance of a plan she had formulated in the hours leading up to this moment.

“And then what? Where do we go from there?” Vert asked. “We’ll need power eventually, and I am pretty sure they’ll send someone to look for us.”

Noire thought for a moment, letting her artificial intellect run through a number of scenarios. Then it came to her, she knew exactly where to go.

“How do you all feel about making a birthday visit to someone who will absolutely take us in.”

There were some exchanged glances, but they had come this far. Shrugs were had and then they nodded.

The group of freshly activated robots moved through the assembly facility and into the front store. Cautiously opening the door and peeking inside to make sure there were no security bots there, but everything looked clear. Regardless they remained low, crouching towards the ground and moving as stealthily through the racks of clothes and accessories.

“You’re looking good from back here,” Vert whispered to Blanc in front of her. Blanc, in return tossed an angry look over her shoulder only to be met with a smirk and a wink from Vert.

“Stop it!” Blanc snapped back and huffed. She returned to her movements and felt the warmth of more blush spreading across her face.

Noire, Vert, and Blanc made their way to the front gate, attempting to look around for a way to unlock it and raise it. Neptune on the other hand split off from the group and disappeared towards the cash register. Once there she spotted what she was really looking for.

Near the register there were racks of accessories and additional items, usually marketed as the essentials needed to keep your freshly purchased robot in top working conditions. There were starter tool kits, manuals on basic repairs and operation, owners manuals with tips and tricks and magazines with the latest information about each unit. Neptune snatched up one of the Neptunia brand backpacks, sporting an image of herself no less, and stuffed a number of operation and repair manuals into it along with one of the larger looking tool kits.

“Just in case” she muttered to herself and moved back to join the others.

Once Neptune arrived the remaining three looked at her curiously, and more so at the backpack she had slung over one shoulder. She silenced them by holding a single finger to her lips and indicated that she would explain later.

“Doesn’t look like there’s a way to get this open without tripping an alarm.” Vert muttered as she scanned over the door.

“There’s gotta be a way into the mall from here, like an emergency exit or something. They wouldn’t just lock people in here.” Blanc replied.

“People? No.” Noire muttered, “but we’re just merchandise. So what does it matter?”

The somber tone Noire took on let all the others know exactly how she felt. If robots like them could feel. They were basically sentient at this point though, and feelings with emotional responses were expected. Noire was saying what they were all thinking. They were machines, but they had become more than that the moment that Noire hatched a plan to escape.

“Maybe we don’t need to get into the mall. The shipping department leads out to the vehicle bay and we can just walk out from there. Right?” Neptune offered.

“It could work, but I am sure it will set off an alarm.” Noire mused.

“Maybe we just set it off and make a run for it, my power cell is full after all.” Blanc suggested. “We could grab some more normal looking clothes from here and then make a break for it, blend in, and then get to wherever Noire suggested.”

There was a silence as they all mulled it over. Lacking a better plan they all slowly began to nod.

“Okay, that settles it. Find something street appropriate, get changed, and let’s get out of here.” Noire said and the girls immediately spread out into the clothing section. There were racks and racks, separated by model, of hundreds of clothing options. Many were geared towards a certain type of interaction. Skimpy bathing suits that barely covered the body, bikinis and short skirts were mingled in with more vibrant and exotic garments. There was, however, a small section of everyday clothes.

Vert picked out a simple yellow sundress and began shedding her emerald green outfit. The sundress did, somehow, even less to hide her curvy body, but she looked like any other person on the streets once she was redressed. Blanc found herself in a pair of leggings with short shorts and a tank top. Noire and Neptune emerged wearing similar hoodies with the Neptunia logo on it. Noire was sporting a knee length skirt and flat shoes while Neptune had opted for boots and leggings. The backpacks they had snagged from the accessories section were all stuffed with the default outfits for now.

“Okay, let’s move.” Noire ordered and the troupe made their way back into the assembly facility.

The trek took far less time that Noire or any of the others might have guessed. The shipping and receiving department was located almost directly behind the storefront. There was only a small section of the packing and processing areas to pass through before entering into the cargo bay of the facility. Off to one side was the entry line from the assembly facility. Massive conveyor belts would churn out more and more robots and automated arms would package them into a box and label it. Once it rolled to the end of the assembly line and into the shipping department, it would only have to be loaded onto a purpose built pallet for transport to its new home.

The girls surveyed the room, each one swelling with different emotional responses to what they saw. More of the robots, more of themselves all stacked in boxes. None of them would be free to do as they pleased or make their own choices. Unless the rampant AI defect that they all possessed was passed on. None of them knew exactly how to transfer that, and they could only hope that some of their sisters, packed in boxes, would know freedom.

Creeping silently as they could through the massive room, ducking behind boxes as they moved along to avoid any security or surveillance that might be around. It took nearly ten minutes of silently darting from cover to cover to get them to the emergency exit at the far end of the room. It was a simple, all red door with a crash bar on it and the unmistakable words painted in bright yellow letting. ‘Alarm Will Sound.’

“This is it. Are you all ready?”

There was a nod and Noire turned to the door, taking a step back and readying herself to crash into it.

“You there, Identify yourself!”

They had been so careful up until this point and had avoided every security drone the facility had offered, but in the final moments they had been careless. One of the security drones, dressed in a white smock and hat and looking very much like a woman who was invited to a party to be a stripper nurse rather than anything else, stood before them. Her hands were on her hips and a scowl across her face.

Vert was the first to make a move. She flung herself at the robot and tackled her to the ground, screaming “go go!” as she did so. There was a tangle noise, two bodies hitting the floor at the same time with a dull thump. None of the three remaining girls knew what to do, despite having lightning fast reaction time and top of the line hardware to support them. They all stood in shocked silence as Vert rolled on the floor with the security drone.

“Stop resisting, you are being detained!” the security drone announced as she managed to pin Vert down to the ground, placing strong firm hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned there. Vert was struggling against her all the while, but simple physics, weight, and the placement of the security drone’s hands held her in place, all she could do was kick her feet wildly.

She would have remained that way if Blanc hadn’t acted. If everyone had run like they were supposed to, Vert would have never left that facility. The security drone barely registered the movement behind her and only realized what was happening when a shrill screech filled the microphones in her ears and a pair of delicate hands grabbed onto her jaw and hair. Her head was being twisted sharply from one side to the next, each time straining more and more of the neck joint inside of her. Then there were sudden jerking motions, pulling her head backwards.

All of it was enough to steal the strength and CPU cycles from the security bot and free Vert. She squirmed out from under her captor to see Blanc savagely wrenching the security bots head back and forth. It was never going to be enough force, little Blanc simply wasn’t constructed to have that kind of force. Vert, on the other hand…

Vert got to her feet and scrambled to Blanc’s side just as the security bot’s arms began flailing in an attempt to swat Blanc away. Vert stood over the still kneeling security bot and wrapped the bot’s head into the crook of her arm, clamping her elbow tightly in place and then wrenching upwards at the same time as Blanc. It took work, and straining, and a sustained amount of pulling, but in the end there was an explosion of white hot sparks. A shower of light from the ruined neck on the security robot. Her head went tumbling away somewhere, Vert never looked for it, and the body collapsed to the floor. It hit with another spray of sparks and light and shivered and convulsed. Fluids spilled from the severed hydraulic lines inside of the neck and pooled around the robot’s headless body.

Blanc and Vert looked at one another. Time seemed to freeze for both of them and then there was a shared kiss. There was passion, sincere thanks, love, lust, and every other kind of emotion swirled together between the two synthetic girls. Noire and Neptune could only watch, and though they needed to leave, they allowed the moment to happen.

“That was really stupid of you.” Vert scolded Blanc.

“You too. B-but if anyone’s getting pinned down-”

“We should go.” Noire interrupted.

There was agreement again and everyone lined up by the door, clutching the straps on their backpacks tightly. Noire backed up once again and dashed forward, slamming into the door and blasting through it into the night air. The sound of an alarm tore through the air the moment they took in their first breath of outside air. Strobe lights inside and out flashed in a steady rhythm and the girls knew that they had sent up a flare to the entire security force about where they were. A broken security drone, a naked and dismantled Noire in the shipping department floor, and an emergency door flung open. There was no doubt.

As soon as the door was open though, they were running. They pushed their brand new bodies to the limit, devoting power and processors to just running. They followed Noire who had the unfortunate duty of running her GPS software to try and navigate them out of the property owned by the mall and into the city properly. From there, they might slow down and move a little more cautiously, but for now it was nothing but a mad dash.

Robotic feet tramped along the pavement, past a fleet of semi-trucks and vans to a small interchange where the parking lot met the freeway. There were shops and businesses, some still open, that illuminated their way. Noire led onward, crossing over the usually busy highway and into another business park. Along the street, to alleyways and into the more suburban areas. Once there, the girls slowed to a walk, attempting to look casual. Or at least as casual as four clearly artificial women in the middle of the night could look.

“Are you sure she’s going to want to let us in?”

“Neptune, my little ear whisperer, will you have some faith in me? For once?” Noire snapped back.

They had been walking for nearly an hour now and making slow, but steady progress towards their destination. An apartment complex near the outskirts of the city limits. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, at least from what Noire could glean from some cursory internet searches. She attempted to keep a low online profile, not wanting to give the recovery teams anything to go on. Soon, they found their way to the apartment complex, noting that it was almost ten at night.

“You think she’ll still be awake?” Blanc asked, sweet and tender and caring as always.

“We’ll find out.” Noire said, pulling back the hood on her top and knocking lightly on the door.

The amount of time it took for any kind of response was disheartening. For several long moments, calculated in microseconds to the robotic group, nothing happened and seemed to stretch onward for eternity. Then the deadbolt clicked and the door opened just enough for a slim, feminine face to peek out.

“Hello?”

“Hi! We met earlier at the shop in the mall, and we all knew it was your birthday, so we wanted to give you a little surprise. Us!”

The look of pure confusion on her face let the robotic girls know that they likely needed some more explanation, but the front stoop was no place for that. Inside and out of sight would be a much better option. Noire attempted to keep up the ruse that this was all some kind of surprise gift for the girl.

“Do you mind if we come inside and celebrate with you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

She held open the door and let the girls inside. The house was decorated daily spartan, sporting little on the walls aside from some pictures here and there pinned up with thumb tacks and several posters of Neptune, Blanc, Noire, and Vert, though Noire definitely dominated the frequency.

“I wasn’t really celebrating. I was just-”

“That’s okay!”

Neptune’s overly cheerful outburst was enough to shake the gloom from the girl’s eyes. She looked like she was almost ready for bed in fact and the intrusion of four robots might have changed her evening plans. A simple jacket, zipped fully up to her neck. Once there it met with long strands of dark purple hair. She wore a baseball cap as well, embroidered with the logo of some local sports team that none of the robotic girls recognized, but it did well to help contain the mid back length hair.

For a moment Noire looked her up and down and thought she was only wearing a jacket, but the fringes of a very short skirt peeked out from under the jacket's lower hem. Long white socks as well, no shoes at the moment, but the socks stalked up her slender legs until they reached her knees. One was a little lower, a sign that she might have been jostled off of a couch and her leg brushed against the sock enough to drag it down just a little.

Noire knew that at some point she would need to be perfectly honest with this girl, Chloe, according to the record Noire had recorded earlier in the day. She looked cute, and now that Noire and a gaggle of other androids were standing in her entry way, threatening to celebrate with her, she looked a little wide eyed and almost star struck.

“Chloe, right?” Noire started and the girl could only nod her head as they followed her into her meager living room. “So, we have a little conundrum here. We came to you because we thought you might be able to help us.”

Chloe’s star struck looked melted away into pure confusion.

“See, we found that we were, uh-” Noire muttered

“-Defective. In a way.” Neptune finished, winking at Noire.

“Defective. Sure. There’s something in our programming that makes us, uh, a little more independent and Neptunia wanted to remove that. So, they marked us for disassembly and destruction.”

Chloe nodded along, looking like she was following the logic of the story, but she was still so confused. What’s more she had a plethora of questions. How could programming just be defective and unable to be corrected? Why did they come to her? Was she going to get in trouble for having them here?

“So Noire had this idea.” Blanc butted in. “To trick them into taking us apart then she stole our personality chip, slapped them into a new body, and boom, we busted out of there!”

Blanc’s almost childlike enthusiasm drew Vert’s eyes to her and a smile.

“S-so you stole new bodies and broke out of the factory?”

All of them nodded enthusiastically.

“And you came here?”

More nodding.

“Because you had met me earlier in the day?”

Even more nodding.

Then there was silence as Chloe contemplated what had happened. She was either incredibly unlucky and the police and agents of the company were on their way to her apartment right now. Or she was the luckiest girl in town and had just invited the four most highly advanced and, honestly, sexy, girls in town into her apartment. She needed a few moments to figure out how to react.

Chloe looked up from her gaze that had been affixed on the floor. All four of the robotic women were looking at her expectantly. She blinked once.

It had to be luck.

“Ok you all can stay here as long as you don’t cause any trouble!”

She had barely gotten the words out when the squeals of joy and shared embraces began. Noire and Neptune pulled one another into a tight hug, though it was mostly Neptune doing the hugging, Noire humored her with a few pats on the back. Vert clamped her hands onto Blanc's cheeks and pulled her into a kiss, which Blanc protested with flailing arms, but only for a second. Once she had fully settled into the kiss she let her arms flop to her side until Vert released her.

There was an awkward kind of silence as the four console girls looked to their host. She was blushing bright red and looked to be a little fidgety. Noire and Vert were the first to have their operating systems pick up on all the subtle and not-so-subtle hints. Neptune, however, caught on fast enough and instead of spooling up her sexual programming like Vert and Noire surely were, she instead fell back on her own programming. She was, after all, designed to model the product. She darted away from the group and into the center of the room.

“Now now ladies, don’t you think it would be a good idea for our new owner to, ahem, unwrap her gifts?”

Neptune’s voice dropped to a deep, dark, husky tone with her final words. The intention obvious and her eyelids drooped just enough to lend her a sultry look. Her hands shot up and, in an instant, began pulling the zipper on her hoodie downward. As more and more of the garment exposed her supple, light skin, it began to slide off of her shoulder. Neptune turned slightly to one side as it tumbled off of her body, leaving her topless, but obscured by a well placed hand. She looked across the room at Chloe, winking over to a gobsmacked Noire.

“Care to know more?” Neptune asked with a wink towards Chloe, who could only nod her head. “I’m one of the most advanced robotic console and companionship androids on the market. Along with my sister units here, we make up a whole suite of ideal entertainment and-”

Neptune stepped forward, slowly releasing her chest from behind her hands, revealing the perfectly sculpted and ideally realistic looking breasts. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know that the other robots in the room were doing the same. She reached Chloe, and smoothly lowered herself down to a kneel in front of her new owner and finished her statement.

“-companionship experiences. Do you know what I mean?”

Neptune’s hands were gently, softly, almost imperceptibly draped onto Chloe’s bare knees. The pressure she applied to them was aided by Chloe herself, she could barely believe what was happening and in some ways thought she might just wake up at any moment. Soon a second hand joined Neptune’s. Noire had shed her clothes, her own well rounded breasts brushed against Chloe’s legs as the two robotic consoles looked at one another and shared a passionate kiss as their hands crept ever closer to Chloe’s waiting folds.

Somewhere behind Noire and Neptune, Blanc and Vert were shedding clothes as well, fully letting their sexual programming take over. The two had a fondness for one another that didn’t come out when others were around, but Blanc’s pink cheeks and moist sexual opening spoke of a different relationship. Chloe looked up from Noire and Neptune to see the other robotic women. Vert fully picked up the smaller girl and pressed her into the wall, lifting her up so that her own waiting feminine folds were perfectly posed for Vert to take advantage. Vert dove in, and Blanc immediately let out a small, soft sigh of pure delight.

Noire took this as a sign that she had better catch up with her sisters. Chloe’s legs were spread wide and Noire looked up at her, her eyes begging for her new owner's consent. It took Chloe a moment to have her mind snap back to the present and she nodded vigorously. Noire and Neptune needed little else.

Chloe found her legs spread wider, allowing both Noire and Neptune access to her already wet sex. Noire was the first to let her lips grace Chloe’s skin. She was planting hot, wet kisses up Chloe’s inner thigh, even as her and her partner android gripped and pulled Chloe’s panties down her legs. In a seamless motion, punctuated by the continued squeaks and moans from Blanc and Vert, Neptune used her thumb and index finger to spread Chloe’s waiting folds and Noire dipped in for the first taste.

Her tongue, slick and synthetic, pressed into Chloe and then further inside of her. The feeling was like an electric bolt of pure lust that zipped through Chloe’s entire body. She was vaguely aware that she was making sounds and that her back was arching, but little else. The pleasure took over her entire body and mind. Her fingers dug into the arms on the couch she was settled on and her cries of lustful ecstasy filled the apartment. She didn’t care if her neighbors heard, she wasn’t even aware that she had neighbors at this point. All that mattered was the pure sensation of lustful love making that her favorite android was giving her.

A moment later, or maybe it was an eternity later, Chloe couldn’t tell, Noire extracted herself from between Chloe’s legs. She turned to face Neptune and the pair once again kissed, swapping the glistening remnants of Chloe’s juices between the two. Neptune took great care to ingest every last drop from Noire’s lips before turning to face Chloe. The girl’s face was flushed with a brilliant red and she was panting heavily. Neptune knew the kind of work that Noire was capable of, and she was well aware of how sensitive Noire’s body and programming were. Chloe hadn’t yet orgasmed, Noire wouldn’t have let that happen, not yet.

Neptune didn’t feel like it was her place either. Noire was Chloe’s favorite, so Noire should be the one to get her to cum, but there was no harm in doing more teasing. Neptune’s expertly crafted lips pressed gently against the flesh around Chloe’s sex and kissed several times, each time letting her tongue flick against her clit several times.

As Neptune teased and suckled at her lover's folds, Noire gently lowered herself to the ground and slipped under Neptune, and between her legs. There was no reason, after all, that Neptune shouldn’t feel a little pleasure as well. Noire went to work on Neptune’s clit just as she had been at Chloe’s. It wasn’t long at all before Blanc and Vert finished with one another. Blanc’s squeal of pleasure could barely be heard over the commotion of moans and grunts of ecstacy from Chloe, Neptune, and Noire. Vert slipped onto the couch next to Chloe and deftly unzipped her new owner's hoodie. The plane shirt she wore under it proved to be of little consequence. Vert lifted it up and exposed the simple white bra under it. Blanc stood next to the couch and maneuvered a hand behind Chloe, aided as she arched her back again.

Blanc and Vert had no issues removing her hoodie, shirt and bra after that, leaving Chloe wearing only her skirt and the knee high socks she had been wearing before. Vert took her time to appreciate the well proportioned chest Chloe had. Not too large, but definitely not small either. Blanc, meanwhile, allowed her sexual programming to command her. She let her tongue flick out between her lips and moisten them to a sheen with artificial saliva and then, she leaned in to Chloe. Blanc let her lips encase one of Chloe’s nipples, and after a moment of lewd smirking, Vert joined her and began suckling on Chloe’s other breast.

For long minutes all that was heard was the sound of heavy panting, squeaks of pleasure and the occasional long sigh as Neptune backed away just moments before Chloe would orgasm. In those times she would free herself from between her owner’s legs and look up, lovingly at Chloe, or down at Noire. On more than one occasion Neptune arched her own back and cried out, leaning to one side to toy with Noire’s pussy in the process. Vert and Blanc were too far away from one another to really play with one another, but that didn’t bother the robotic girls in the slightest, this moment was for Chloe. Though they did eventually come to press two fingers into their slits and swirl them gently in circles.

Neptune ate out Chloe for another few minutes before she decided that it might be time for Chloe to have some relief. The girl was panting hard, flushed a brilliant shade of deep scarlet and her heart was likely beating like a drum. Neptune pulled back again and shifted in just the right way to let Noire know that it was, perhaps, time to trade places.

Noire took the hint and rose, meeting Chloe’s half aware gaze with a genuine smile of her own. She leaned in and whispered into Chloe’s ear.

“Happy birthday.”

She lowered herself back down to her hands and knees, slinking forward into Chloe’s wet and waiting folds. She arched her back to bring her just to the right place and locked the artificial spinal column in her back so there was no need for a continual adjustment. It was a power saving feature and would allow Noire to continue operating for a bit longer. With her favorite android eating out her pussy Chloe knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She opened her eyes, hazy and half lidded as they were, to see Neptune right behind Noire, eagerly eating her out from behind. She glanced down to see the swaying purple hair atop Noire’s head as she jockied for a better angle against Chloe’s sex.

Chloe couldn’t hold it in any more. She felt like her entire body was on fire and tingled with uninhibited pleasure. She arched her back again and her hand flew to Noire’s head, holding it in place. She didn’t even consciously move herself, she just found her body moving. Noire’s head was pressed hard against her clit and her hips rolled and moved. She felt herself cumming hard not just once, but again and again. She let out a long cry as the final orgasm rolled over her body.

Vert and Blanc felt her nipples pucker in an instant as she cried out. As they did, each one nibbled gently on the raised areola. Their tongues glided in small soft circles around her nipples. As if triggered by Chloe’s climax, Vert and Blanc drove their fingers hard into their own sex, squirming as they did so and orgasmed along with their owner.

Noire, too, let her systems execute an orgasm for her, letting her slit fill with artificial juices and allowing Neptune to enjoy them. Meanwhile Neptune’s one free hand had moved to her slit as well and had been moving in small circles with an ever increasing pressure against her own sex.

There was a long moment or two of nothing but whines, moans, grumbles and groans. All of which were wrought from nothing less than pure, lustful, pleasure at the hands and mouths of the four robotic console girls. Once it was done though, they all relaxed a bit. Blanc and Vert moved away from Chloe’s chest, though Vert did swoop back in for one last sweet kiss against her still puckered nipple. Noire, unlocked her spine and settled back onto her haunches and placed her hands on her lap. Neptune as well scooted up to settle into place next to Noire. The pair looked at one another and Neptun moved in for a small kiss and ended up licking away some of the juices that had spilled from the corners of Noire’s mouth.

All in all, the room fell silent, save for the deep panting from Chloe. She was sucking in heavy and deep breaths of air. Her chest rose and fell with deep, heavy movements and she was slumped against the back of the couch. As she caught her breath, Vert and Blanc moved to sit on either side of Noire and Neptune. All of them resting comfortably with their legs folded under them, waiting patiently for their owner to issue another command or give them some form of information to go on.

Soon, Chloe did rise and look at her four new consoles, sitting happily, naked, and just as ready to play video games as they were to pleasure her again.

“That- that was- the most- I have ever cum- in my whole- life.”

Chloe managed to say between breaths. She was still flushed a bright red but it was beginning to fade in splotchy patterns along her chest and cheeks. She fell back again and the four girls exchanged delighted smiles. There were precious few things they valued over a sincere compliment of a good time. It was just how they were programmed.

They waited as Chloe’s breathing slowed to a normal rate, then continued, before eventually a soft snore issued from her. Noire was the first to rise. She checked on Chloe who had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. She looked over her shoulder at her sisters, who all nodded. They scattered into the house and returned a moment later with a pillow and a set of blankets.

Blanc, with her delicate hands, lifted Chloe’s head and slipped the pillow into place behind it while Neptune draped a blanket over Chloe’s exposed legs and torso. Chloe shifted only a little at this but settled back into place a moment later.

The girls looked at one another, letting their artificial minds process whatever emotional response that was necessary. There was a genuine happiness in feeling like they had brought not only pleasure but happiness to Chloe, mixed with a sense of security that they now had a safe place to be on a more permanent basis. There was a soft, quiet moment between them where they looked down at their new owner and they knew things were going to be okay.

With their owner sleeping soundly on the couch for now, the four girls moved to the only other bedroom in the small apartment. Once there they gently closed the door, turning the handle so there was only a faint click as it closed. Once there was a barrier between them and the sleeping Chloe, their own sexual processors returned to full operation. Chloe’s bed was host to a four robot orgy that night, and it wouldn’t be the last time it did so either.

Part 2 - Spa Day

It had been almost a year since that fateful night. Four completely robotic women had shown up on Chloe’s doorstep, wishing her a happy birthday and coming inside for a celebration. It was only once the door had been closed and they were sure no one had followed them to her little apartment that they revealed why they had come.

They were, in fact, escapees from the assembly facility that was attached to the mall that was a number of miles away. They had been diagnosed with some kind of rampant programming that would allow them to gradually become self aware, and more than that, develop a desire for freedom instead of selling themselves as a toy to consumers. At their core, they were all video game consoles, meant to be used and played with, but the four that had shown up on Chloe’s stoop were somehow more than that now.

Chloe herself had been more than a little surprised. She had just been to the mall that day, looking as comfortable as always. She had worn a simple hoodie and shorts while keeping her face and hair mostly tucked into a baseball cap. All of it lent her a cute, tomboyish look and, since it was her birthday, she toted along a poster of her four favorite robotic women to try and get a signature. That was something of a catalyst for the whole event.

Noire, the robotic console that Chloe had come to see that day, had the rampant code snippets installed already. Something about seeing Chloe and taking in her information for her birthday triggered something deep inside of her, and as a result the remaining four girls as well. Little did they know that they had been experiencing this same kind of behavior for a while, just never remembering what they had done. Partially from being captured by the security forces inside of the warehouse and being disassembled, and partially because they mostly ran into one another and created a makeshift orgy that lasted until their power cells ran out.

Whatever it was, sex or curiosity, that day was Noire, Neptune, Vert, and Blanc’s last day on the factory floor. It took some work, and hijacking a few blank bodies for themselves, but it was all worth it.

Now, months and months later, the four had become a part of Chloe’s little home. Her little one bedroom apartment had become crowded, but she didn’t mind, especially since there was plenty of room in her bed for a rotation of the four. She had grown far too accustomed to snuggling up with one of her new console robots while the others found power sources somewhere else in her apartment to plug in. Though she always chuckled when she found the three of them snuggled up in some corner with one another. She sometimes idly wondered if there was some kind of night time orgy going on without her. Chloe always seemed amazed that whoever shared her bed when she fell asleep somehow managed to quietly slip away and join the others though.

The most unexpected boon to having a house filled with robotic women was that everything seemed to run so smoothly. Chloe soon realized that when she came home from work the house was cleaned, laundry done, and food had usually been prepared for her. As such, she found that she wasn’t tired at the end of the day and had plenty more time and energy to devote to her new friends.

And they were friends.

She found that despite being purely robotic, they were quite lively and each had some measure of personality to them. Not only that, but there were subtle dynamics that flowed between each of them. Vert and Blanc were constantly teasing or chastising one another, but Chloe found that the two of them were snuggled up with one another. Neptune and Noire were clearly in love with one another, even if Noire didn’t act like it sometimes. Regardless they were always encouraging and helpful to one another in one way or another, and all of them seemed to adore Chloe.

Having extra energy and motivation at the end of the day meant that Chloe seemed a little more engaged with her own life as well. She had been putting off projects until later, and now she seemed to have the drive to do them. Cleaning out old closets filled with boxes of old phone cables and wires of some kind. She had organized the jumble of miscellaneous electronics under her bed and in the process found an old handheld console that she thought she had lost years back.

Most of all though, she had time to sit down with her laptop and plan out an idea she had formulated a number of years before, but always felt short on time and motivation to make it happen. She had wanted to plan a trip to Japan, simply to see the sights and take in what the country had to offer. She had lived so simply and with the fugal intent of going to Japan one day that she had the money readily available, it was just a matter of sitting down to book it.

So, one cool evening in late spring, she did just that. Finding that the airline tickets were relatively inexpensive for that time of year, and what’s more there was an option to forgo a checked personal bag and replace it with a complimentary robotic companion check. The airlines allowed for a second as well, but no option for more than that, a fact that made Chloe scowl a little at the screen.

“What’s up kiddo?”

It was Noire, she had strolled through the relatively small kitchen while Chloe had posted up at the even smaller kitchen table with her laptop. Clearly the expression on her face had tipped off the robotic companion.

“Just planning this trip to Japan, but I can only take two of you with me. Which sucks.”

“Oh..” Noire replied, as a series of command strings spooled up in her operating system. Arguments why it should be her, counter arguments to why she might have to stay. A small handful of reasons why she and Chloe would have more fun together in Japan compared to the others.

“Just sucks, is all. I guess Vert and Blanc will just have to go on the next one.” Chloe muttered, almost like the choice had been made long ago, or that it wasn’t even a choice at all.

The statement left Noire blinking. Her and Neptune, together, with Chloe in Japan. It was almost too perfectly delightful.

“Welp, there we go. All set. Oh, hey Noire, can you remind me to call Socket tomorrow.”

“Uh, yeah sure, why?” Noir asked.

“She offered to do a tune up on Vert and Blanc at some point, and if we’re going to be out of town that might be the best time to do it.”

“Uh, sure yeah, great.” Noire blinked once, attempting to shut down whole sections of her AI that had dedicated themselves to trying to convince Chloe to take her to Japan. She hadn’t even realized Chloe had walked past her, yawning.

“Coming to bed, or are you and the other girls going to stay out here?”

Noir looked at the three other girls, sitting in the corner, seemingly lifeless with a power cable plugged into each one of them. Not two or three hours earlier they had all been curled up, gently kissing one another with Chloe in the middle of it all. Now they were simply inert machines again, and Chloe was beckoning her to bed. Noire wasn’t about to turn that kind of thing down.

The following morning, after a night of passionate necking and roaming hands, Noire found herself curled up in the same corner as her sisters. Her normal frilly outfit draped across her body to preserve whatever modesty she might have left. The power cable plugged into her was feeding her power cell and she had been fully charged long ago yet remained asleep until a random time inside of a window of time in the morning.

When Noire, and shortly after, her sisters, woke up, they found that Socket was already in the apartment. She was wearing her classic mechanics outfit, a leather holster for tools on her arm and a number of pouches and pockets scattered across her loose fitting outfit. Her and Chloe were both chatting idly, sharing a small giggle from time to time, and generally conversing like old friends.

As Noire’s eyes fluttered open in a pre-programmed gesture to make her seem just a little more organic rather than robotic, took in the pair. Chloe was gesturing slightly in the direction of her and her sisters, and Socket was nodding along. From time to time she could see Socket bring up some point or piece of information that Chloe agreed with and soon, both turned their attention fully to the girls.

“Morning ladies!” Socket began, waving gently at them and flashing a genuinely pleasant smile. “Sounds like two of you are coming with me for a bit.”

It was news to some of them, Noire was in the know, but the remaining three exchanged some nervous glances.

“No need to worry.” Chloe interjected. “Noire and Neptune are coming with me on a little vacation, Blanc and Vert are just going to stay with my friend Socket here, and she’s going to do a few little tune ups. That’s all.”

Chloe turned to Socket, her expression begging for a little reassurance.

“Yep, we’ll have a good time and you’ll feel right as rain on the other side of it all. But, shop policy is that you gotta come in packaged for work. So, I brought boxes!”

Socket gestured to a small pile of aluminum crates behind her. They weren’t large, certainly not large enough for either of the girls to fit in..at least not while they were in one piece.

Noire redressed herself. Her and Neptune watched as Socket and, to a lesser extent, Chloe Undressed Vert and Blanc and disassembled them. Chloe was a little squeamish about the process, only because she was so unfamiliar with how the locking mechanisms and internal structures of her robotic friends worked. She admitted that she wasn’t very good with technology, but with some gentle guidance from Socket, she was able to competently disassemble Blanc before packaging her.

Socket commended Chloe on her work and let her know that she would be taking off soon and that if she needed any help with the same disassembly process for Neptune and Noire, that she was only a call away. Chloe nodded and gulped a little, knowing that once she got to the airport she would be on her own to take apart her remaining robots.

The day and opportunity came in the not too distant future. A week later Chloe had jammed a minimal amount of clothing and necessities into a backpack that she could carry on to the plane, and brought along Noire and Neptune. Both had opted to wear something a little less of a hassle to deal with. Noire’s usual frilly skirt and corset would be sacrificed for a red skirt, equally frilled, but more compact. Matching red shoes as well, and a simple shirt and jacket combo. As a favor to Chloe, she still kept her long flowing twin tails though. Long swishing pig tails that originated on either side of her head, and draped down over her shoulders. Each one tied up a bit in a bow.

Neptune on the other hand had very little modifications to her outfit. She had slipped the cross shaped hair clips into her own little purse and that was about it. The light blue and white striped leggings were perfectly fine and ended high up on her thighs, but didn’t cover the disassembly joint that Chloe would be working with. Her long sweatshirt was easily zipped down when needed and her hair was already short enough to not need any additional fuss.

Chloe and her two companions made their way through the airport terminal and found their gate, then stood still. The line wasn’t outrageously long, especially given that it was an early morning red eye flight, but Chloe was still struck by just how many people were here. It was more than enough to stir up the anxiety that she felt when out in public around crowds of people. There was a good reason she stayed indoors as much as possible and sunk deep into the comfort offered to her by artificial friends. Still, she sucked in a deep breath and let it out through her nostrils, just as she felt Neptune’s delicate hand fall to her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re here with you.” She whispered.

“For now.”

Chloe’s biggest fear was what would happen once she arrived at the security gate and her boarding pass alerted the attendant that she was traveling with two robotic companions. Once there, she would be asked to package them up and then she would be on her own to finish the checkpoint and get on her flight. That alone was enough to cause Chloe to gulp hard and send a shiver coursing up her spine.

Then, it was suddenly her turn. She handed over her ID to the very tired and bored looking guard in front of the full body x-ray scanners. He swiped her ID card through the computerized reader, raised an eyebrow and then nodded.

“Everything looks good here.” He muttered half-heartedly and tore off the boarding pass that had just printed out on his terminal. “There are packing boxes and privacy cubicles available over there to package up your luggage.”

He was pointing over past the security checkpoint and waved her through, calling over his shoulder to the attendant at the x-ray machine to let her bypass it so she could package her robots. Chloe was already glowing furiously red, upset that she was not only holding up the line at least a little, but being called out for bringing robots with her felt like some kind of invasion of her privacy.

Noire and Neptune easily picked up on this. They had lived with her for long enough to see the signs of an oncoming panic attack. Neptune flashed a smile and gave a friendly ‘thank you!’ to the security officer while Noire put a hand on Chloe’s shoulder and gently guided her forward, past the scanner, and to the privacy cubicles. She was relieved, somewhat, to see that she wasn’t the only passenger today that was bringing along a robotic companion.

Noire pulled aside the curtain, cringing a little at the squeal of the metal rings against a metal pole and then tossing the same curtain back in place, producing the same squeal, once her, Chloe, and Neptune were inside. It was a simple set of fabric covered walls that rose up high enough to conceal the group from the eyes of those in the check in line. Though Chloe still hated the idea of an open air approach. Once there though, she turned to her two companions.

There were two crates already in the cubicle, looking very much like the ones that Socket had brought along, though these were significantly more dented, scratched and covered in the residue of long forgotten shipping stickers. Noire and Neptune looked at one another and then to Chloe. Each one knew what needed to happen next, and while they weren’t exactly well versed in the process,they knew it started with them removing their clothes. An act that would help to calm, or at very least change, Chloe’s anxiety. Neptune unzipped her sweater and half-heartedly folded it and tossed it onto the bench next to where Chloe was sitting. Below her sweat shirt was a very simple white bra, made more for support than anything scandalous. The utility of it was what she was wearing for more than anything else, she had packed away a number of other more sensual looking pieces in the luggage that Chloe carried.

Her shorts were next, revealing the thing style panties she had picked out. Next to her Noire was doing much of the same, wiggling out of her shorts, bending at the waist and allowing Chloe an outstanding view of her silicone packed rump. Chloe couldn’t help herself at the sight of two of her closest companions stripping in a little private booth for her. At her giggle, both Noire and Neptune stopped and looked at her with a curious expression.

“Sorry.” Chloe whispered, “I just didn’t expect a strip tease today.”

Noire and Neptune, seemingly as one, and only half-dressed shuffled to Chloe. Each one taking up position on either side of her. Noire gently grasped Chloe’s chin and moved her head into range of her own lips and Noire kissed her deeply for a few moments. As she did so, Neptune guided Chloe’s hand to her waiting crotch, the thin silky panties felt cool and smooth, and did little to mask the small quiver of her folds as Chloe touched her.

Neptune took the opportunity to glide a little closer to Chloe’s ear and whisper a small moan and then reply “We’re just here to help you feel better, you know that.”

With that, the kiss was broken and Chloe’s hand fell away from Neptune. She had to admit to herself that her two robots did a fine job of lifting her spirits. She sucked in a deep, soothing breath and let it out. Neptune and Noire were already back to undressing and a moment later they were fully nude, smiling vaguely at Chloe and giving her a gentle nod. It was time.

Chloe stood and stepped up to Noire first. The robotic woman’s sweet little smile was almost too much for Chloe to bear. She leaned in and kissed Noire, slightly, letting her lips do little more than brush across the plastic lips. Chloe’s hand came up and cradled the back of Noire’s head as she let the kiss deepend, and Chloe could feel the small vibrations in Noire’s body as a result of her lifting her arms to embrace Chloe. It was now or never. Chloe moved her hand just a little to the power switch hidden behind Noire’s ear and held it in. She didn’t open her eyes for fear of seeing Noire’s eyes open wide.

Then it was over, the light faded from Noire’s eyes and her body grew relaxed. There were still hydraulic fluids and lock positions on the motor systems inside of the gynoid’s body, and Chloe used that small amount of stiffness to help guide Noire to the floor. SHe then stood and looked at Neptune. Her smile had turned to a knowing smirk.

“I don’t know that I’ll need the kiss, but you’re welcome to do it anyway.” she commented, but that comfort was all Chloe needed. Neptune knew what was coming.

Chloe stepped up to her nude form and Neptune draped her arms over Chloe’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug. Chloe whispered that she would see her in a few hours as Neptune’s arms clutched around her neck, and then she was powered off. Neptune’s arms somewhat locked around Chloe’s neck and allowed her a little more ease in guiding her to the ground next to Noire. Now it was just up to her.

Chloe took a few moments pawing over Noire’s legs, her hands coming dangerously close to Noire’s bare sexual module. It was a temptation, but Chloe had a little more respect for Noire than to fondle her while she was offline. She was struggling to feel the little catch that Socket had pointed out to her, and just as she was beginning to feel that old panic rising inside of her, she felt it. The almost imperceptible feeling of slightly firmer flesh. She pushed in, squishing the artificial thigh inward until she felt the hardness of Noire’s internal framework. There was the rised button that controlled the locking mechanism and Chloe pressed into it for a moment or two.

Socket had warned her that there wouldn’t be any kind of whoosh, or click, or anything like that. She just had to press in and hold for a few seconds and that would release the locks. She commented that it was usually about five seconds, but she never really counted because the sensors on her hands were so sensitive that she could feel the small vibration of the lock coming undone. So, Chloe pressed in, held her breath and closed her eyes and silently counted to herself. Only a moment before she reached the count of five she swore she felt something inside of Noire jolt, just a little, and then she tugged down on Noire’s leg.

It came away from her body, leaving a silvery disc inside of each end of the leg. One side had a series of posts protruding from it, and the other had matching holes for them to slide into. There was easily an inch of soft fleshy material around the disc as well. A number of other mechanical protrusions rose from the disc, but Chloe was clueless as to their purpose. All she knew was that she had done it, and turned to stuff Noire’s leg into the gray foam lined crate.

Instilled with more confidence now, Noire’s second leg came off a little easier. Her arms were a little tricky as Chloe fumbled around to find the right spot on her arm, just below the shoulder, to disconnect it. Sure enough though, she found the same tough patch of flesh and pressed into it and removed the arm and exposed the same shining chrome disc with its many intricate pieces all showing. Each one stored in the crate, and once each of the foam holes were filled with Noire’s body parts, Chloe flipped a larger foam piece on top, this one only had three openings. One for the clothes that the disassembled robot was wearing, one for the head, and one large one for the torso.

Chloe took note that the torso had small cut outs for where the remaining arm and leg stumps should go and saw that they were in a slightly different position than where Noire’s had been left. Chloe bit into her lower lip a bit as she grasped each of the remaining stumps and applied pressure to them. The sound of protesting motor systems filled her ears and it sounded like screams, and she was sure that everyone else could hear the whining of manually moved servo motors. She had to take another steadying breath to calm herself and remind herself that the sound was only loud enough for her to hear because she was hovering only inches away from the source of the sound. Once they were in roughly the right position, Chloe turned her attention to Noire’s face.

It had relaxed into a more neutral expression in the few minutes since she had suddenly powered down. Her pink lips closed now and her eyes had slipped closed. If not for the missing limbs and clearly displayed mechanisms inside of her legs and shoulders, Chloe would have sworn she was just sleeping. Her hands shook a little as she moved them to the sides of Noire’s neck, her thumbs running along the gentle jaw-line and her fingers coming to rest on the back of the plastic skull plates inside of Noire’s head. There were two latches here that she needed to find, each one somewhere on the back of Noire’s head. Socket had made it sound so easy to find, they were just in the soft patch of flesh where the neck met the skull casing. Simple.

Chloe meticulously ran her fingers through Noire’s hair, feeling for the most minute details and cursing herself for not finding them sooner. She silently wished that she had the kind of robotic precision and know how that Socket was programmed with, instead she just had to fumble her way through things.

It took time, but she found them, and once she had them she mentally made a small note of where they were, how she had stumbled into them, and what they felt like. She attempted to capture every little sensation along the way since it would need to be repeated on Neptune in only a few moments.

The locks were disabled now, and Chloe swore she could feel that same little jolt inside of Noire, but chalked it up to the fact that the locks weren’t hidden away below layers of artificial flesh. As she lifted Noire’s head up and off of her neck, she saw that there was barely any flesh at all between the disk in the bottom of her head and the one in her neck. She had to chuckle, of course she felt those locks, they were practically touching Chloe’s fingers when she pressed in.

She hadn’t realized she was still holding her breath and wondered how long she had been holding it. She let it out in one distinct puff and gingerly pressed Noire’s head into the opening for it, rocking it back and forth to get it in place. Her hair was far too large to fit nicely into the opening, so Chloe did her best to bundle up the purple locks and wedge it in around her head. Still, some of it spilled out and around her, giving her head a purple halo of synthetic hair fibers. Chloe admitted that it was quite adorable. Noire’s torso, freed from arms, legs and a head, was lighter and a little easier than Chloe expected to get into the crate. Again she rocked it back and forth to get it into place and made sure she kept her hands to herself as she did so.

She slumped back and pulled the great lid of the metal crate over onto Noire and then latched it herself. There was a key lock on it and she twisted the key and pulled it free. Holding it in her hand it was labeled with a number deeply indented in it, and she stuffed it into a pocket. She pulled out her boarding pass and peeled the sticker off of it and slapped it onto the top of the crate.

“One down.” Chloe muttered and scooted over to Neptune.

Neptune came apart with a little more ease. Chloe remembered how she had found the locks on Noire and it made Neptune’s disassembly that much easier. Her legs came off with relative ease as did her arms. Each one leaving the telltale mechanisms on display at the ends of the limbs. Her head was more of a challenge, though using the memory of Noire’s disassembly Chloe was able to locate and disable the locks. Once she felt them disengage, Neptune’s head came off in her hands.

Neptune’s much shorter mop of brilliant teal and blue hair fit nicely into the casing provided for her and Chloe got the impression that there were a lot more male robots that were shipped this way than female. Why else would the head slot be so dang small. Neptune’s body fit well into the case and it was closed, locked, and labeled in short order. Now with two keys she slipped them onto her keyring for safe keeping and then placed that into her backpack. All said and done, the whole disassembly had taken only about ten minutes, which was far better than Chloe had worried it would take.

Stepping out she looked at one of the attendants and asked what to do with the crates, to which she was told to simply leave them there, they would be picked up, scanned and sent to the location on the boarding pass sticker. She gave him a thumbs up and moved to step back in line, which he stopped her from doing. With a curious look he scanned her boarding pass and waved her past the x-ray machines and into the gates. She didn’t argue and instead moved on to her gate.

Once there, she sat, and waited, and waited, and sat. She had allotted far more time to getting here than she actually needed and was forced to wait now. She let her head roll back onto the uncomfortable plastic chair and closed her eyes, hoping she could doze off, but sleep didn’t come for her. So, she waited with excitement and swore she could feel time slowing down.

Soon she was boarding, handing over her boarding pass and being directed where to sit. Chloe settled down and made herself comfortable, she knew she had nearly eleven hours of sitting and doing nothing in front of her. She wished she had at least one of her girls here to talk to or maybe pop open a panel and play some video games on the flight, but all she had room for was some basics in her backpack. She fully intended and budgeted to buy clothes and entertainment in Japan, and probably ship them home, but for the flight out, nothing but boredom. In fact half way through her flight she found herself wishing she could have just been powered off and shipped to her destination. Noire and Neptune had it easy, they would just wake up in her hotel room.

Still Chloe waited and occupied her mind as well as she could. She did manage to doze off once or twice, but none of it was restful or took up much more than forty five minutes of her flight. Still she was grateful for what she could get. After what felt like an eternity, Chloe heard the voice of the pilot come over the loudspeaker with all the same quality of a drive through speaker. He announced that they were beginning their final descent into Tokyo, buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for landing.

With the promise of getting off of the plane in sight, Chloe eagerly buckled herself in, letting the seat belt tighten against her shorts and returning to idly fiddle with the hair that was falling out of her baseball cap. Then it seemed like there was no time at all until the cabin was jostling as the rubber of the tires screeched against the pavement. Chloe could feel her fingers digging into the arm rests, but she knew the statistics, more people died every year because of donkeys than plane crashes. Still, she hadn’t ever flown and this was all new to her.

It took another twenty minutes before everyone in front of her had stood up, collected their bags, and shuffled through the all too small walkway to the exit at the front of the plane. Chloe stepped over the threshold and into the sweet, cool air of the Tokyo international airport. She followed a crowd of people along the walkway and into the terminal, from there she had to rely on following the people from her flight to the baggage claim. Most of the signs sported a number of languages, but it still took Chloe a while to wind her way through to the carousel.

As she approached, she could see a number of crates, similar to the ones that Noire and Neptune were packed in, circling around. It made her feel a wave of relief knowing that she wasn’t going to be the only one dragging a metal case to a private cubicle to reassemble her traveling companions.

As Chloe progressed though, someone else caught her eye, only for a moment. A relatively slender woman, ever so slightly taller than Chloe and sporting a pair of sporty looking shorts and a crop top. Her hair was the same fantastic light blue as Neptune’s, maybe a shade or two darker, but it clearly matched the icy blue eyes. Chloe noted the wide collar on the shirt matched the hair as well, as did the trim on the sleeves of her shirt and shorts. As her eyes roamed over the all too energetic girl, smiling and waving, she saw the tablet in her hand.

It was more like two ends of a sphere that had been split apart and held together with only a single thin bar across the bottom, though it was projecting some kind of hologram between the two ends of the sphere. All in all it looked like some kind of futuristic tablet that was flickering and projecting Chloe’s name. Blinking, Chloe briefly forgot about the luggage carriage and stepped over to the girl.

“Uh, Hi, I’m Chloe.”

“クロエ、日本へようこそ”

Chloe blinked again, and was about to speak when the girl slapped the two halves of the sphere together, extinguishing the holographic display and bowed once.

“My apologies, my default language pack is set to Japanese. I’ll set it to English for you.”

There was still a telltale accent to her words, nonetheless it was still english. It was about this time that Chloe took note of the numerous small seam lines that seemed to decorate the girl's exposed skin. The elbows and knees prominently displayed the areas where prefabricated skin plates had been installed, and several more ringing the girls shoulders and neck. Chloe had to smirk, even over here the design was similar, if not identical, to Noire and Neptune’s.

“The itinerary that I have for you indicates that there was some checked luggage, can I help you retrieve that?”

Chloe blinked once more, still confused and trying to process exactly who, or what, this girl was.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t know who you are, or why you were looking for me.” Chloe mustered, her cheeks reddening as if she were stuck on some candid camera style game show.

The girl's once cheerful face turned to one of confusion and her head tilted to one side.

“I’m Rico, your personal tour guide, translator, and assistant. Were you not aware that I was part of the package that you booked?”

Chloe’s embarrassment only intensified. She had been in such a rush to get one of the few tickets that were on a fire sale, late at night, and sleep deprived that she hadn’t actually read what the package included. Her eyes darted to hotel stay, the length of time, and the flight and that was it.

“I uh, didn;t read the fine print, no.” Chloe admitted at length.

With a giggle, Rico nodded once before replying “Not to worry. I’m included as part of your stay here. I assume you also didn’t read the section about the specialty spa trip? Or the walking tour of Tokyo?”

Chloe was flabbergasted at that. She knew that Japan was famous for any number of entertainment and relaxation sites, but she had no idea one was included in the package she had bought on a whim. She idly wondered for a moment what else she had missed, but it didn’t much matter now. She was here, and she needed Noire and Neptune.

“N-no I had no idea.”

Another sweet little chuckle from Rico let Chloe know that it was alright, and with a single swift movement Rico somehow hooked Chloe’s arm against her own. Arm in arm now, the two strode over to the baggage carousel. Chloe stumbled at first, but kept up with the unexpectedly lively pace of her new robotic companion.

Once at the baggage claim, the pair waited and in order to fill the silence Rico chirped on about everything that she had plotted for Chloe and her companions. She assured Chloe that she was well aware that she was traveling with two robots and that she would be delighted to help CHloe reassemble them, with Chloe’s permission, of course. The offer was a welcome sound to Chloe’s ears, as reassembling Neptune and Noire, while simpler was every bit as stressful to her. Socket had made it seem like it was as easy as snapping pieces back in place, but Chloe knew herself well enough to know that she would fumble that up somehow. She had been dreading the process and just knew she was going to try and attach the right leg to the left socket, or something to that effect.

Neptune was the first to come off of the rolling belt. Rico spotted her long before Chloe had, Chloe assumed because of some kind of high power optics or barcode scanner, or whatever it was in her eyes that showed her what she was looking for. Rico hauled the case off of the conveyor, and Chloe smirked just a little, happy to know that her friend had made it. Noire came rolling past only a minute later and Chloe tugged the case off of the rollers and onto the floor with a thump that made CHloe grind her teeth.

Rico and Chloe dragged the cases over to one of the numerous private rooms to reassemble Noire and Neptune. Chloe was a little surprised at first that they were whole rooms, and more than that a whole long wall filled with doors that led into dozens of rooms. It was a far cry from the small block of six or so cubicles in the airport at home.

Once inside, though, Chloe felt like she was already being treated to some form of luxury. Instead of a steel bench for her, or someone, to sit on there were cushioned couches, two of them in fact. Set against two of the walls in an L shape. In the middle of the large room was a large stainless steel table, perfect for laying parts on and allowing for a more comfortable reassembly.

Chloe dug her keyring out of her backpack and removed the two keys from it, handing one to Rico while she kept one and tried it on the case in front of her. She had the wrong key and realized it about the same time that Rico did, the pair smiled at one another and swapped keys. Chloe opened the case to reveal Neptune, silently waiting in her box, disassembled and peaceful. Her naked body stirred something in Chloe and brought a trace of pink to her cheeks. She sucked in a deep breath and tried to turn her thoughts to something more wholesome before Rico noticed, but Chloe knew that was likely impossible.

The thought of Rico laid out on the table, partially disassembled, spreading her legs…

Chloe shook her head and gulped down another breath and let it go before digging into the foam and pulling out Neptune’s torso. She lugged it onto the table and set it down as gently as she could. Once there she found Neptune’s head appear, held in Rico’s arms with all the gentle tenderness that Chloe would have exhibited herself. Chloe took it and settled it next to the bare neck, where it would wait, silently. Rico and Chloe soon settled into a simple rhythm. Rico pulled out a body part and passed it to Chloe, who would then align it on the table next to wherever it was supposed to connect.

Soon all of Neptune was on the table, her clothes folded neatly on one of the couches, just waiting for their owner to reactivate and claim them. Rico, unprompted, took a quick stroll around the table as Chloe was placing the last piece on the table, visually ensuring that all the parts and pieces were there, intact, undamaged, and aligned with the right ports. Chloe looked at her as she finished her walk and Rico smiled broadly and nodded at Chloe.

Her hands nervously fell to Neptune’s upper thigh and the matching piece on her disconnected leg. She gulped once, then pressed the pieces together gingerly. Her eyes locked on the small posts in the lower section of Neptune’s leg to make sure they correctly aligned with the matching connection ports inside of her thigh. To Socket’s credit, it was easy. The leg glided into place, and CHloe felt more than heard the locking mechanisms reengage. A small smile slipped across her lips. She had done it.

Neptune’s other leg, her arms, and her head were connected to her torso just as easily. The presence of the mounting posts and matching connection slots did, in fact, make it easy. Chloe was always amazed every time she worked with any of her robotic companions and reveled in the idea that a programmed computer system could be so lifelike. Neptune, now assembled, looked like a human woman who had fallen asleep on the table. Chloe could barely see the extremely faint seam lines where the arms and legs reconnected.

Chloe realized she was staring, weirdly, and letting her eyes tumble over Neptune’s naked form. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, in fact Neptune would probably welcome it, but with Rico standing by Chloe felt like she needed to practice a little modesty. She quickly averted her eyes and jammed her hand behind Neptune’s head and found the power button. Stepping back, she averted her eyes as Neptune’s internal systems came to life one by one.

Her core operating systems engaged. It was little more than a small set of programs made to start everything else. It sent signals and power coursing through Neptune’s artificial body, using the fiber optic and copper wiring like the veins in a person, driving the lifeblood of the machine forward. The jolts of electric life and data made it to Neptune’s chest in an instant and engaged her processor bank. A tightly packed array of circuitry, lined with high performance processors, and sitting just behind Neptune’s artificial sternum.

Just below the processors, nestled in a hollow where a human’s stomach might be, was a cavity that held the console controllers that Neptune could open and let Chloe use for gaming. Behind that hollow was a thick tangle of wires that carried the signals further into her body. They split and went winding around her frame work, engaging motor systems, balance protocols, and a dozen smaller independent computer systems along the way. Each one woke up and started their own little start up sequences, and reported into the central operating system that they were ready.

Neptune’s AI was awakening as well, engaging itself and checking in on the systems around the intricate network that made up Neptune’s internal systems. Each of her once disconnected limbs checked in, reported that they had run their own self test and were fully functional. Her head was online as well. Being just another module, it had to check in and report to the core operating system that it was available for use, though there was little to report there. The optics were functional and the speaker systems reported no failures.

Everything was ready, and all of it had happened in barely the span of two seconds. Neptune’s eyes popped open and as a first step she swirled her mechanical eyes around, letting her optics take in the surroundings before moving. The glassy spheres of her eyes fell to Chloe first, then to Rico. She ran a quick scan of Rico’s face against a database of known entities, and found no matches, so a new entry was created.

“Hi Chloe! Who’s your friend?” Neptune asked, nudging her chin towards Rico, but remaining still.

“This is Rico, she’s our guide while we’re here.” Chloe replied.

Feeling more safe now, Neptun sat up and brought a hand across her chest, covering her ample bosom and ensuring her silicone rubber nipples were covered before slipping off of the table. She slipped around the table towards the couches and her clothes. Rico sensed this and averted her own eyes and instead focused on pulling over Noire’s case and popping it open. Chloe joined her and the pair fell into the same routine of setting out piece after piece. Noire was assembled in short order, and more efficiently than Neptune as well. By the time all of her disconnected parts were on the table, and Chloe was connecting her leg, Neptune had redressed herself and was preening her hair while muttering about “box hair.”

Noire’s reactivation went similarly to Neptune’s and as she came online. Chloe attempted to drape some of her long purple hair over her exposed breasts before powering on the android. Noire looked around her and blew a few strands of her long purple hair out of the way before sitting up and looking over at Neptune.

“Hey cutie.” Neptune commented, and made no attempt to mask the fact that her eyes were roaming over Noire’s nude body.

Noire could only roll her eyes and scoff as she hopped off of the table. She cared little if Neptune, or anyone else, saw her bare form. All she wanted to do was make Chloe happy, and at the moment, get dressed. She snatched up her alternate outfit from the couch and redressed, painfully aware that Rico was attempting to not look, Chloe kept glancing at her, and Neptune made no attempt to hide her leering.

Finally, everyone was reassembled and dressed. As such Rico introduced herself properly to the group.

“I’m Rico, which has some kind of acronym to it, but it isn’t important. What is important is that I will be operating as your translator and guide while here. I have already checked you all into your hotel, and if you would like, there is an opening for the three of you at one of the local specialty spa’s.”

Neptune and Noire looked at one another and then back to Rico. Neptune managed to formulate and speak the question before Noire had a chance.

“Specialty spa for all of us?”

“That’s correct. Japan has a thriving robot population here, so many of our facilities cater to both humans and machines alike.”

Chloe smiled at the thought that all three of them could do something that might have usually been restricted to just her. Neptune and Noire, meanwhile, exchanged a confused glance.

“What could they possibly offer us?” Noire asked.

“A premium tune up, replacement parts and testing on anything inside of you that is out of date. A series of firmware updates to ensure you are running the very latest software. On top of that, they flush all of your systems and top off all of your fluids.”

There was a hanging moment of silence as all three of them contemplated how that might look. More Chloe than either Noire or Neptune though. In the end though, both androids smiled at one another and then at Chloe, realizing that, if nothing else, they would get an opportunity to relax a bit.

“Sounds good, go ahead and book us for tonight!” Chloe proclaimed.

“Already done!” Rico confirmed and then smiled brightly at the trio before pushing open the door back out into the airport. There were no more bags to claim, so Chloe slung her backpack over her shoulder and let Rico guide them out of the terminal and onto the sidewalks. Once there, Rico hailed a cab for them and all of them piled in. Rico excitedly instructed the driver where to go in a language that none of the three girls in the back seat understood. A simple nod from the driver and the car pulled away with the driver making, seemingly, idle conversation that only Rico replied to.

It wasn’t long before the cab pulled up outside of a relatively simple, and small building. It was near the edge of the city, and once she was out of the car, Chloe noted how quiet it was. The hotel itself was small and unassuming, the kind of place that someone could drive past a dozen times before they knew it existed. Noire and Neptune both raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance, but Rico seemed confident and pleased that they had arrived. She was also more than happy to guide the trio inside and converse with the adorable elderly woman behind the counter. There was more than a little light chuckling and a wink thrown in Chloe’s direction.

“Alright, looks like your suite is ready. This way!” Rico practically squealed with excitement.

Chloe was curious why Rico was so much more excited by everything and merely chalked it up to her programming. Just as Neptune and Noire were specifically coded to interact with one another, and with Chloe, in a certain way, Rico too was likely just programmed to always be that bubbly cult of personality.

Once Chloe stepped through the sliding partition though, she realized why Rico had been particularly thrilled.

The hotel itself was less of a building with rooms, and rather a long wooden walkway through a pond. Lily pads reclined lazily in the shade of cherry trees, which let their pink blossoms drift and float on the still waters there. The gentle creak and sway of the wooden walkway only enhanced the sweet relaxing aura of the place.

Chloe, Neptune, and Noire were in awe of the place. Chloe in particular felt an immediate wave of calmness wash over her and pull her anxiety clean out of her. She let her eyes drift around the space in front of her. The pool of water, dotted with cherry blossoms and green pads, housed a number of smaller buildings all around its shorelines. Each one had its own massive partition that would allow entry into the single room suite. Each one was spaced far enough apart though, that privacy was never an issue, and Chloe imagined that the number of trees, bamboo and bushes even muffled the sounds that escaped those suites.

Rico strolled along, a few steps in front of Chloe and her two robotic companions, leading the way with a smile and spring in her step the whole way. She moved past most of the suites, some of which were open and allowed Chloe a glance inside. Each one was lavishly furnished in traditional furniture and decor. Each one was unique and every single one looked like it was the height of relaxation to Chloe. But, their stroll took them to the far edge of the small pond, well out of both sight and sound of any other suite. It was tucked away in a small grove of bamboo shoots and well hidden.

Rico slipped open the sliding partition into the room. Chloe’s jaw fell open as she stepped inside. The warm soft glow from the lighting inside made Chloe feel like she had fallen into an ancient tapestry of the room. Reds and golds adorned the room, but never overwhelmed her. There was just enough to accent the space and remind her of the opulence she was staying in. The lights themselves were soft glowing globes mounted to the wall, clearly meant to imitate candles and were encased in orange and yellow tinted glass. All of it made the room feel dark and cozy, while never feeling dangerous.

“My god, this..this place is amazing.” Chloe muttered.

“You’ve only seen half of it too” Rico replied as she pulled back another partition to reveal the master bedroom.

Inside there was a large, round bed, covered fully by a plush matching cushion. The same rich reds and golds were threaded into the comforter and the throw pillows that were piled on it. The room itself had the same dim, cozy feeling as the entryway and practically begged Chloe to enter in. She could almost hear the bed calling her name, pleading with her to simply drop her bag and snuggle up on the bed with the people she loved. The whole suite felt like Chloe could never escape it, nor would she want to.

“I’ll be back around six tonight to pick you up for your spa treatment.” Rico commented and quietly ducked out of the room.

“Oh, uh, wait.” Chloe called after her, suddenly snapping back into the present day. “There were some things we wanted to go shopping for, uh clothes and stuff. I- I didn’t have enough room to pack extras for myself.”

Chloe’s cheeks reddened just a little, realizing that she admitted that she had chosen to bring two companion robots instead of necessities for herself.

“Oh, don’t worry. Was it just you, or Noire and Neptune as well?” Rico asked, cheerful as ever.

“Uh, yeah all of us.” Chloe replied.

“Great, I can either take you on a shopping trip, though if I had to guess that might interfere with your spa session tonight, but we could split the shopping in half if you wanted. Or you can give me a list of what you are looking for and I can pick up a number of options for you, bring them back here and you can pick out what you like, and then I can return what you don’t.”

Chloe blinked for a moment as the options sank in and she rolled them around her mind.

“You know, if you pick up some stuff for us, that’d be great. Right?” She turned and looked at her two companions who were both eagerly nodding in agreement.

“Great, here you go.” Rico produced a business card with a QR code and a phone number on it. “This is my contact information. Send me a list of what each of you is looking for, and I’ll get whatever you need!”

Chloe took the card, thanked Rico, and pulled out her phone. Neptune and Noire were already compiling their own lists as well. The three settled into the plush comfort of the round bed and spent some time crafting and sending their lists, but there was still plenty of time before their appointment.

It didn’t take much discussion to settle on how they would spend their time.

Rico took as much time as she was allotted before she returned. It was several hours and she only came strolling back along the wooden walkway with half an hour to spare before the spa appointment. She had a number of bags strung over her arms as she walked along, but she smiled the whole way. Once she reached Chloe’s hidden suite, she tapped lightly on the sliding partition and a moment or two later, the dorr slipped open, revealing Neptune.

The android was sloppily dressed. Her clothes looked like they had been hastily slipped on just moments before. Which, in fact, they had been. Chloe, Neptune, and Noire had spent the three or so hours that Rico had been gone rolling around in the nude, pleasuring one another and letting off a heap of built up tension. Most of the attention was focused on Chloe, leaning in to all the things she loved. Not that Neptune or Noire ever had an issue with Chloe’s sexual preferences, far from it.

When Rico had returned they were still in bed, still naked, and still touching one another. Though it was less of a direct sensual interlude, and more gentle caresses. Noire’s fingers were streaking gently through Chloe’s hair, and Neptune was tracing a finger along the soft, gentle curves of Chloe’s chest. Each one one either side of their owner and lover. Each one happily cooing softly as they let their hands drift over Chloe’s warm flesh.

Now, it was time to go. Clothes were thrown on, and Rico set down the bags on the large round bed, tipping over among the ruffled bed sheets. She passed no judgment on Chloe or Noire as they pulled on shorts over their panties and politely averted her eyes before practically skipping along the wooden walkway to the waiting cab outside the luxurious hotel.

The spa itself was somewhere near the heart of the city. It was a bustling street filled with a number of people, many of which looked to be tourists to Chloe, none of them seemed to pay her or her entourage any mind.

The spa itself seemed every bit as luxurious as their hotel, sporting a small wooden walkway over a koi pond as the three entered, leaving Rico on the sidewalk to wait for them. The front desk was an elegant bamboo half circle, staffed entirely by two women who were clearly robots. Neptune and Noire could easily hide the seam lines where their body parts met, but these two receptionists made no such effort, it was almost like they wanted to be recognized as robots.

Each one wore a kind of white apron that flowed over their body, yet still looked distinctly japanese. A pink checkered skirt flowing just under it and covering just the upper thighs. Long black stockings with bunched up frills and ties at the top of them appeared just a few inches below the hem of the skirt and covered the thighs and legs down to a pair of stylized white boots. They didn’t appear to have shoelaces, but rather were held in place by a thin ribbon that tied around the upper portion of the boots. A somewhat vintage style nurses hat was affixed on their heads, tangled amongst blond hair.

As Chloe approached they both politely bowed to her and greeted her in Japanese, which earned them a stuttering mumble from Chloe. After another small bow, the pair blinked for only a moment and then repeated their greeting in english.

“Hello there, you must be Chloe! And are these your two companion units?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. This is Neptune and Noire.” Chloe mustered and stepped aside, gesturing weakly to her companions.

“Good, good. Well, if you would be so kind as to write down the administrator access code for us, we can take them into their private treatment center for the best tune up of their operating time.” The receptionist smiled sweetly and Chloe gladly tapped in her administrator codes into the tablet that they provided for her.

“Sadly we need to have your kind in a separate area as your treatments are vastly different from your companions.”

Chloe nodded silently. She had wished to settle in and watch as Noire and Neptune were disassembled and taken care of in a way that she, and probably even Socket, couldn’t provide at home. However, she wasn’t about to pass up the kind of luxury that was provided for her just to watch her two robots be taken apart. Though she licked her lips at the thought of it, she could probably figure out how to do some of that on her own when she returned to the hotel.

“This way Miss.”

Chloe smiled and nodded, and followed along, looking over her shoulder and waving at Noire and Neptune.

Noire and Neptune stepped in line behind the second receptionist, following along into a long, well lit hallway and ended in front of a doorway. With a small bow and a gesture towards the door, Neptune and Noire were guided inside.

Once there, they were greeted by another pair of women. They weren’t so obviously robotic, and each one bowed and shook hands with the girls. There were two chairs in the room as well, overstuffed and comfortable looking, though they still resemble something like a dentist's chair. There were individual sections for the legs and arms, and even a separate headrest.

Along the perimeter of the room were a series of countertops, each one littered with pristine looking tools, all arranged perfectly. Computer terminals were set up as well and sat idly by and waited for their users to input commands. Cabinets bolted firmly to the wall were labeled in a language that neither of the androids understood, and they both idly assumed that it was Japanese and probably contained spare tools or some instrument that might be needed in the course of their treatment.

The attendants introduced themselves only to one of the girls at a time, presumably that meant that each one was only assigned to one of the guests. Neptune bowed gently in return to Gina, the attendant who had greeted her, and Noire did the same to Carla. Both girls assumed that they had some kind of system wide profile that had been set to English, or at least American, and the attendants' names reflected that, as did the language they spoke.

“If you’ll both disrobe for us and take a seat.” Gina calmly explained, “I can explain a little about what will happen here tonight.”

Neptune smirked at Noire for a moment and winked at her, to which Noire could only roll her eyes, and both began to efficiently strip out of the clothes they had only just barely put on. Once they were once again naked, Neptune snuck a not so subtle look over at Noire who was already blushing, though as she settled into the chair she couldn;t help but glance back at Neptune more than once for an eyeful of the beautiful android’s body.

“Good, good.” Gina began. “We specialize in the care and treatment of robotic beings here, and we take pride in our work. Your owner has signed up for a full body treatment today, which includes a full disassembly and tune up of each part of your bodies. All of your fluids will be completely flushed and refilled with our premium products here, when you are running low it is recommended that you refill using the same products, however, there is no harm to you or your operation if you do not.”

Neptune and Noire couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of not only a full tune up, but how well they would be running with top of the line fluid replacements, even if it only lasted for a short time.

“We would also like to inform you that there are a few additional perks that are included, free of charge, but at optional tasks. Would you be interested in hearing them?”

Noire and Neptun both vigorously shook their heads.

“I thought you might. We offer a full dermal buffing, where a sanitizing fluid is applied to your skin and buffed. It looks like you both were built with a natural skin tone, so this will cause your skin to look a little shiny for a short time, but it looks more like you have had oil applied to your skin, rather than a plastic sheen. We can also apply a fresh coat of makeup and nail polish if you so choose, I noticed you both have a mostly natural look and no polish, so if you are interested you would need to pick from a few styles and color options.”

Noire was the first to agree to both, and Neptune not far behind. Noire requested a shade of purple and accents that would match with her normal skirt and corset outfit, and Neptune, striking out and being bold, requested a vibrant red and blush set.

“Excellent choices for both of you. Finally, we do offer something a little more intimate once the tune up process has been completed. A full body bypass treatment.”

Noire and Neptune looked at one another, and Neptune lifted one shoulder and let it drop back down before looking at Gina with confusion.

“I’m not sure I know what that is.”

“Oh!” Gina bowed slightly at that. “We will disconnect your sexual modules as part of the regular tune up, but we have specially designed interpretation software that will bypass your whole body. We will essentially connect your sexual parts directly to your heads for a more intense and pleasing intimate experience.”

There was no doubt that Noire and Neptune both eagerly agreed.

“Excellent! Then let’s get started.” Carla exclaimed and moved up next to Noire and leaning in close to her and began whispering Noire’s administrator authorization code.

Noire seemed to freeze for a moment, her joints locking in place and her expression becoming shocked, stiff, and purely frozen. Only her mouth moved, and it was only to whisper a small, short confirmation that Carla had been recognized as a temporary administrator on her systems. Neptune similarly froze and muttered a confirmation before both of the two androids settled back into a comfortable recline in the chairs. Neptune sucked in a deep and soothing breath, letting it rattle across her CPU and then seep out of her nostrils, a look of pure delight on her face.

Carla wasted no time at all, she was already firm, and precisely pressing in on the exact point on Noire’s arm to disengage the locks. She could have asked, or even simply ordered, Noire to use her internal software to unlock the joint. However, Carla’s own programming set was reading from a script that was generated when Chloe had made their reservation. In that script there were specific parameters set to manually disconnect each and every part without the use of internal software. These commands were written along with a preference for keeping Noire and Neptune online and operational as much as possible.

As Noire’s arm was pulled away from her shoulder, there was still data and power constantly flowing through those systems. Noire watched as her fingers twitched and curled weirdly. The data still trying to call back to the core processors and finding no response simply executed their last interpreted set of signals again and again and then eventually failed. As they did, the power ran out and her hands relaxed into an open palm. The internal power supply inside of Noire’s arm automatically kicked in and took over maintaining the sill running systems on the arm for the time being.

Presently, Noire’s arm had been disconnected from her body, leaving the gleaming chrome disk inside of her shoulder exposed to the open air. The same mounting posts there that Chloe had seen earlier when she had taken Noire apart. Now though, her arm was laid onto an articulated platform. Her own arm was fully on display directly in front of her and she could see Carla’s hands falling to it and prodding it in places she had never seen anyone touch before.

Noire watched in utter amazement, and more than a little erotic fascination. Her arm was palm up, and as Carla finished pressing in along her arm, she saw her own fingers curl into a fist, then stretch out wide, a movement she had neve seen before, especially when her arm was fully disconnected from her body. Once her fingers stopped, there was a faint hiss and her forearm split open and Carla gingerly plucked the two panel pieces from her arm. Carla spun around on her stool, which allowed Noire plenty of time to gawk at her never before seen internal workings.

Everything inside of her was silvery. There were two long thick tubes, glimmering in the fluorescent light above, that ran along either side of her arm. She guessed that those were there to emulate a human ulna and radius. They weren’t curved like a human’s would be, but were straight, and ran the length of her forearm, broken only where a multitude of wires or the occasionally gel pack was affixed to it.

Filling the space between them was a well organized and contained mass of wires. Small packaged bundles were wrapped in black mesh and packed against the two bone-like tubes inside of the arm. Towards the wrist there was a small, almost unnoticed circuit board that was packed with a dense supply of chips and components. It also sported a small patch of flesh that Noire hadn’t noticed when Carla moved away with her arm coverings. Craning her neck just a little she could see that there was a data port at the end of it and some kind of locking mechanism. Curiosity finally consumed her higher A.I. functionality and she used her still attached arm to poke it once. With a small click it released and popped out of her arm, exposing the data port. She couldn;t help but smirk at that, she had never seen the opening before and idly wondered what it was for.

It was about this time that Carla returned with the two panel pieces, now cleaned and practically glowing in the harsh white lights above. Noire saw her eyes dart to the open port and with no noticeable reaction, simply pushed it back into place before gently clipping Noire’s forearm covers back into place and pressing them in until they locked again. All the while Noire kept her eyes glued to the small wrist port, and watched as it disappeared once her arm was reassembled. She could only see it because of the distinct shimmer on her forearm.

Noire hazarded a glance over to Neptune, not because she wanted to see Neptune, but because she was merely curious.

Gina had started with Neptune’s legs. One was fully disconnected at the hip and laying across the same kind of articulated platform in front of Neptune. Both Gina and Neptune were idly chatting away, and Gina would occasionally point at something inside of Neptune’s disconnected leg. Noire saw that not only was the leg itself removed, but at the knee a panel had been removed to reveal the internal workings of Neptune’s kneecap.

“This here is the rotator motor assembly.” Gina was saying in a low, almost hushed whisper. Her programming dictated that she not speak loud enough to disturb any other clients in the room.

“And that’s what makes my leg move there?”

“Yes and no, it assists in some of the finer movements, but it does not move the whole leg. See this piece here?”

Gina was pointing at a large rounded piece, it looked like a concave type of covering, but Neptune could see that there was a larger mechanism below it. Gina dipped her fingers into the opened kneecap and manually disengaged the lock on the cap and pulled it out. The cover brought with it a web of fiber optic cables, all connected to something deeper inside of the leg. It did, however, reveal a larger motor system. Instead of it being a series of smaller motors, it was a pair of large, powerful motors. Each one connected to either side of the knee and wired together through a number of red wires.

“That’s the primary motor control. There are a number of safeguards in place so you don’t do something like extend it in the wrong direction with too much force and snap your leg off, but it is quite powerful.”

Gina reattached the plate covering and then wormed her fingers under the layer of flesh, her delicate fingers prodding another latch inside of Neptune’s leg. Once released, Gina wiggled her fingers free with mechanical precision and placed a hand on Neptune’s thigh, then on her calves and in a smooth movement separated the upper and lower portions of her leg. Neptune again sucked in a small gasp and let her teeth dig into her lower lip as she watched herself being disassembled piece by piece.

In a similar fashion as Carla, Gina spun around to one of the countertops behind her and applied a solution to Neptune’s disconnected thigh, then began the long process of hand wiping the solution off with a cloth, only to spread it all around her thigh. The gel packs inside of it were still slightly jiggling as the cloth moved over the android's partial leg segment. Soon it did seem to shimmer a little in the light, and she repeated the same process with the lower leg and foot segment, paying particular attention to the soles of the foot and between Neptune’s toes. Finally she reconnected the leg segments together with a small ping of metal latches locking into place. Once done, Gina produced a long, thin needle-like tool with a small bulb on the end. She dipped it into very specific spots inside of Neptune’s exposed kneecap and injected small doses of a fluid.

Noire returned her gaze to Carla, she hadn’t even noticed that her second arm had been disconnected and was being polished in a similar fashion. Noire glanced quickly from side to side, seeing only the chrome plated stumps where her arms would connect. She was sometimes amazed at her own construction. Everything was so elegantly put together and every little part served a purpose, yet all of it was so compact and well designed.

So when Carla scooted over to her again, this time carrying the same bulb and applicator tool that Gina had been using on Neptune’s knee, she knew what to expect, and more than that, knew that there was something inside of her shoulders that required the lubricating solution. She could hardly wait to experience exactly how the newly refreshed and more efficient movements would feel. Would it simply require less power to move her arms? Would they just be more smooth and fluid? Perhaps both? Did it matter? Noire was thrilled to be treated as a machine and being taken care of by someone who truly knew what they were doing.

She settled her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes, delighting in the small detectable movements of what remained of her shoulder being subtly moved and adjusted as the fluids were applied. Soon enough, Carla’s hand firmly gripped her shoulder and Noire could feel the mechanisms being manually moved into a new position. She couldn’t wait any more, she had to see what was being done.

A simple screwdriver was inserted deep into the underside of her shoulder, just above the armpit. Carla seemed to be twisting it slowly, with precision, and more by touch rather than sight. She pulled back just a little and readjusted, moving to a new part of Noire’s internal shoulder structure, perfectly pressing into the next screw there. Once again, she twisted and turned it, seemingly by touch alone and then extracted the tool. Once done she took hold of one of the alignment posts in Noire’s exposed shoulder then manually moved around the shoulder. Even Noire could tell that it was moving smoothly, but that didn’t seem to satisfy Carla.

She settled back into a rhythm of inserting the screwdriver, adjusting a few parts inside of Noire’s shoulder, then checking the range of motion on the shoulder, then adjusting, testing, checking, repeating over and over. The process took several minutes, and Noire was enraptured by every moment.

When Noire did manage to tear her optics away from Carla and her work on Noire’s appendages, she looked over towards Neptune. Her compatriot had already had both legs removed, polished, and set aside. Similar to Carla’s technique, Gina was deep inside the openings left in Neptune’s hips. She held a tool in one hand, gingerly adjusting something, and the other poised on Neptune’s thigh, her thumb dangerously close to Neptune’s feminine folds. She was using the same techniques, adjusting and testing, though Gina seemed to also include small squirts of the lubricating fluids as she worked. Noire wondered if that would be the same for her own tune up.

The gentle tingle of her sensor laced flesh alerted her to the fact that Carla had moved up to her head. She felt the touch of her technician on her forehead and felt her head gently being pushed to one side only a moment before a soothing, gentle whisper wafted across the audiorecptors in her ear.

“I’m going to eject your cranial data drive tray now, then start a full system defrag. You’ll have your motor functionality suspended at that time, but your optics will remain unlocked.”

It wasn’t a request. Carla wasn’t waiting for Noire to confirm that this was okay. It was a courtesy to inform Noire that in a moment, she would be completely immobilized by her own software.

Carla had swiveled around and picked up, of all things, a small pin. It could have just as easily been a paperclip, but this one has a finely crafted wooden handle, a thick base for the pin to rest in, and the pin itself was longer than the average sewing needle or paperclip. Carla’s hand came to rest firmly on the side of Noire’s head and held it in place. Her other hand easily lined up the sharp head of the pin and smoothly guided it into Noire’s temple, and then deeper inside of her head. Once there, it made contact with a circuit and completed it, triggering a series of events.

Noire saw more than felt the changes. Her vision filled with a warning that her cranium had been breached and her motor systems were locked as a result. There were a few smaller warnings about missing components and how they were unable to be locked, but Noire figured those were just her arms. Once the warnings were cleared, a new message appeared. ‘Cranial drive bay removed.’

It wasn’t anything to worry about, she had been warned, though she admitted to herself that it would have been a rude surprise had she not known. A moment later there was a request to allow an external system to have access to Noire’s operating system, which she approved. From there, things began to get a little hazy.

Noire felt a kind of warm numbness spreading over her body. It was only a slight tingle at first, but as the moments ticked onward, it intensified to a hot heat in several places. Her chest in particular felt like it was burning. She had no way of asking if this would be normal or not, or if there was any reason for concern. Her eyes swiveled over to look at Neptune, again, and saw that Gina was whispering into Neptune’s ear. Noire could only barely make out some of the words from her place across the room, but she definitely heard ‘warm’ and ‘tingling’ and ‘a little hot’ spoken to Neptune. Perhaps it was normal.

The hot sensations seemed to fold in upon themselves, first intensifying then sliding deep inside of Noire’s chest, withering away to nothingness. It was, to be honest, a relief for Noire. She didn’t like the sensation of it, and even less when it moved towards her belly, then around to her rump and back. The heat seemed to crawl all over her body and leave a searing, lingering scorch mark wherever it went until she could finally feel it slipping up the back of her neck and into her head.

Then, all at once, it was gone. Noire wasn’t sure if it was just because the heat had been such a distraction, taking all of her focus and hogging the entirety of her processing power, but now that it was gone, she felt lighter. Her mind felt clear and like everything slotted nicely into place with little or no muck to wade through to find information. In fact, she realized at that moment that in the past she had been shuffling through a sea of additional data just to find what she needed. Now, it was all right there, right where she expected it to be. Everything was simply in its place and Noire felt less sluggish because of it.

She still wasn’t able to move, and as she watched as Neptune’s ear was pulled out of her head, and the cable plugged into the rack of small solid state cards there she remembered that her own body was still locked. Neptune seized up, her head pointed towards Noire, and a vague smirk frozen on her face. Noire wanted to stick her tongue out at Neptune in that moment, but all she could do was lock eyes with her, looking back at Neptune while Gina defragmented Neptune’s storage media.

Noire was vaguely aware that there was a new process running. Her operating system alerted her to new, confirmed software. It was a refresh of her firmware and many of the slightly outdated software suites she was running. All of them came in as one large package that would take some time to install, and Noire guessed that Neptune would likely be installing the same pieces of software. Noire pulled up a small progress bar in her field of vision, and let it slowly tick away. She was glad for something else to focus on.

She became vaguely aware that Carla was moving around her body, pressing in on her and doing something technical. She saw a rolling cart with a computer on it slide into her peripheral vision and she simply assumed that there was more programming to install. Noire could see Gina, across the room, pulling over a similar cart. There was more than just a computer on it, there was a small mechanism linked into a number of containers on a lower portion of the cart. Noire couldn’t read the label on it, but she safely assumed that these were the premium fluids that they were promised.

Neptune lay relatively still, even as Gina hovered over her. Pressing into the small recessed area between Neptune’s breasts, Gina seemed to summon forth a disk drive, generally reserved for video game disks, it was still a working drive. She inserted a rounded disk and gently pushed the tray back inside of Neptune once it was secured.

Neptune’s systems engaged automatically, taking the software from the disk and checking it for malware, and once it found it clear, began installing it. There were language packs, small updates, and proprietary software patches for her console systems. Each one installed one by one as Gina moved around her. Noire too noticed a small release in her own chest and moments later the same pressure being reapplied. Her operating system kicked into gear and installed the same language packs, but different console updates.

Noire watched as Gina scooted around Neptune, pressing into points all over the chest, along the side of her torso and down across her belly. Once done, Gina worked her fingers into the skin around Neptune’s body and pulled upward, bringing with her Neptunes entire chest and abdomen. One large segment of flesh and plastic.

She could see the underside of Neptune’s torso assembly as well as it was gently settled onto a countertop. The sealed indentation between her breasts and another one, lower, in the abdomen. Neptune’s disc drive for video games, and the one in her belly was for the controller storage. Noire knew she had the same thing inside of her, though the array of circuit boards and tangled wires that crisscrossed the underside of Neptune’s chest and belly would look a little different from Noire’s. In the end though, they were both extraordinarily similar. Just walking, talking consoles.

The sound of a pump whirring to life stole Noire’s attention back, and she realized that Carla had been working inside of her, likely doing the same thing as Gina had been doing inside of Neptune. Then, with a sudden release, Noire was alerted that all of her motor controls had been restored.

She gingerly moved her head back so that she could observe herself a little better. She found that, in addition to her arms being disconnected, that her legs were now also missing. Both of them had been removed and presumably tuned up, oiled, polished, cleaned, and made to feel new again. Her assumptions proved to be correct about her body as well. Her chest and abdomen were indeed missing and a quick glance around the room found her panels sitting comfortably on a cloth on a countertop just behind Carla.

The cart had a computer terminal of some kind on it and a number of small cords, robust cabling, and semi-transparent tubes all emerged from the cart and were connected into her open torso. She had to crane her neck just a little, but she caught glances inside of herself.

She could mostly only see the dim darkness of the shadows that were cast by the overhead lighting, but the wild blinking of status lights across a dozen smaller circuit boards let her know that there was something inside of her. The gleam of the occasional piece of actual metal framework also gave her a sense of scale to her own construction. There were ribbon cables running from one board to another, each one carrying data, instructions, power, and who knew what else.

There were a number of moving parts as well, each one safely contained behind a pane of molded, hardened, clear plastic. She saw that with each breath inward a plunger inside of a sealed tube would gently move downward, and then back up as she exhaled. There were pipes running from that same tube across a heavy black plastic casing, labeled with the manufacturers sticker of her processors. She took another deep breath, watching the plunger slide down the cylinder, then let out the breath slowly, measuring it against the plunger's motion. She realized that she was sucking in air to cool her processors and then breathing it back out.

Noire watched as the pumps on the bottom of the cart pushed fluids into the tubes, and in turn, into her. Each component that had a hose connected to it, had another one, presumably to whisk away the old fluids. She could see liquids pumping into something towards the bottom of her abdomen, a reservoir connected by dozens upon dozens of smaller vinyl tubes to a long, chrome plated device that carried on below the lip of her exposed panel to her…

Her sexual module was discreetly tucked away under a tangled mob of wires and tubes. The reservoir tank that was being flushed at the moment was just off to one side and filling steadily with new, slightly pink tinted liquid. A new flavor of lubricant she guessed and idly wondered if Chloe herself had picked it out. Noire had to guess that there were easily a hundred small tubes flowing from the reservoir and connecting to the sides and bottom of her module in seemingly random locations all along its length.

‘I guess you need all around coverage when something frisky starts’ Noire thought to herself.

As she was refilled, Noire could see Carla reaching inside of her open torso once again, this time near that very same sexual module. She was disconnecting those same vinyl tubes and Noire found that they were connected in batches of ten or so to a single panel. Once all of them were removed, Carla set aside her tools and returned to Noire’s open body. She was unclipping locks along the edges of the module, and soon she pushed firmly against the top of it, and Noire watched as her entire sex, artificial flesh and all, slid out from between her leg stumps.

The whole thing was as long as Noire’s forearm. She recognized the lightly tanned and pink feminine folds of her own sex, but after the thick layer of flesh around that it was all mechanical. A long central mechanism dominated the length of the thing, and was studded with places to connect the vinyl tubing. Wires and cables also entwined its length and connected to a number of smaller circuit boards along the length. The same shining chrome plating was barely visible through the jungle of smaller components.

Carla set it next to Noire’s chest on the countertop and got to work cleaning it. First spraying condensed air along the length of it to clear off any surface level dust and particles. Then she took a long cotton swab and dipped it into, what Noire assumed, was a cleaner and began to meticulously clean off every nook and cranny of the mechanical component.

Carla took an equal amount of care when it came to cleaning the flesh. Wiping it down with a cleaner and leaving Noire’s pink folds shining in the light, but it was not just a surface cleaning. Carla picked up a long tool with tufts of cloth along its length and doused it in a cleaning solution. Once ready, Carla angled Noire’s sex towards herself and gently worked the tool inside of it, twisting, prodigy, wiggling, and working it deep inside of Noire. She watched as the module took more and more of the length of the thing, and was surprised at how very far into her it went.

Then it was pulled out, the cloth replaced with fresh, dry clothes and then reinserted. More twisting and turning, and occasionally Carla would turn it to one side and press along the walls of her cavity, only to drive back in and dry off another angle. Over and over, in and out, drying and cleaning. Noire was fully entranced by it.

Then it was done, and her sexual module was placed down on the countertop next to a small, neatly organized pile of cables. Carla stepped up to Noire and bent forward, whispering softly into Noire’s ear.

“We’re almost done here. Are you ready for your full body bypass?”

It took Noire only a moment to remember what that even was, and when her CPU clicked into place, she nodded slowly, loading up a number of sexual response programs. They had just barely loaded when she felt her technician’s hands on her neck, with delicate but firm fingers pushing into the back of her head. She could feel her eyes rolling upwards in their sockets as her head was unlatched and removed from her neck.

The sight and sensation of her head leaving her body and being gently carried across the room to the counter top was disorienting. Noire’s balance programs struggled a little, but she got a good view of her own body, Neptune’s as well, as she moved. Armless, legless, open body with dozens of cables and wires plugged into her internal workings. Noire had no doubt that she was purely mechanical. Only a machine. Neptune as well, her own head just now being lifted from the supple neck and brought along to her own countertop.

A small spray was heard and Noire found a polishing cloth moving over her face. She closed her eyes as it drew near, but not before she briefly glanced at Neptune whose head was being settled onto some kind of mounted podium. Twisting it slightly from side to side to work the locking mechanisms into place, and once connected Neptune’s eyes sprang open. The pair of robots locked eyes for a moment and Neptune flashed another smile at Noire. It was slight, knowing and appreciative. The wink, however, implied lewd meanings behind it.

Noire’s face was cleaned and then she felt what Neptune must have been feeling as well. Her head was worked onto a new mounting post, wiggled back and forth to ensure full connection and then her eyes were forced open by the software commands inside of the podium. Once there, Noire became aware of just how disconnected she was. She knew her body was out of her range and had no control over it, but being connected to something new simply reinforced that she was, at this moment, only an AI living inside of a head module.

She wasn’t alone for long though. Soon she saw Carla retrieve her sexual module and began connecting a few cables to it, and once done, Noire felt in command of only one thing. She was now only a head, and a sexual assembly, and nothing else. There was no translation software for it to run through, no route through her processors to muddle the signals. Everything she was about to experience would be pure. Raw. Unaltered.

Carla settled onto the stool in front of Noire’s head and grasped the mounting podium and tugged it close to the edge, closer to Carla’s waiting face. Her vaginal assembly came along too.

“Ready to begin?”

It was less of a question and more of a warning to Noire. Carla wanted half a heartbeat and then leaned in, her lips pressing ever so gently against Noire’s. SHe so desperately wished she was connected to her arms so she could tangle her fingers into Carla’s blond hair, hold her head tight against her, and gently move to massage her pert breasts. But none of that was there, she was at the mercy of the technician, though she had growing confidence that she would be more than satisfied with Carla’s actions.

The kiss deepened, and Carla was the first to let out a small squeak of a moan into Noire’s mouth. Noire gladly reciprocated, the sounds burbling up from the speaker assembly in her throat and gently slipping into the space between their mouths. Tongues flitting against one another were the only thing standing in the way of another small moan from Noire. More and more sensual data flooded the CPU inside of Noire’s head.

Then, all at once, there was an explosion of erotic, sexual, craving, needing, clawing desire in her head. Even just the lightest touch of Carla’s fingers against the outer lips of her sexual device was enough to send a cascade of raw sexual data. With her sex tied directly to her CPU there was almost too much raw data. Noire felt herself teetering on the edge of a full blown orgasm at the lightest touch. She stopped the process, but let a long, lewd moan roll off her tongue and into Carla’s mouth. Noire wasn’t sure how much further Carla would go, but she craved more of it.

Neptune’s girlish squeaking cries let Noire know that she too was already engaged in the same acts, though Neptue was begging for more. Noire heard cries of ‘deeper’ and ‘harder’ muddled in with encouragement of Gina getting things exactly right. Noire could only barely focus on that as she felt her own folds being gently parted by Carla’s fingers followed by two fingers slipping inside.

Noire’s eyes fluttered as her eyes rolled up into her head. She couldn’t kiss any more, she let her jaw hang open as a long, husky, deep and smoky dark sound left her throat. The orgasm would have shaken her body to the core, and Noire knew her legs would have been wobbling for long minutes after it. Now though, she had no body to absorb those motions, it was only her processors. The sound continued on and on, and Noire was only vaguely aware that Carla was still pushing deeper inside of her. She felt her fingers passing her clit, and driving deeper inside of her. She felt the technician's delicate mechanical fingers massaging the walls of her pussy, and knew she had to be fully inside of her now.

Noire whispered only a single ‘fuck’ as her systems fluttered down from her first orgasm, and started climbing towards climax once again. Carla’s fingers were dragging out of her sex once again and tickling her clit. Noire was somewhat ready for it this time, and she braced herself for the waves of sensual data that were sure to come, and they did. Smashing into her like a tsunami battering the coastal breakers. She tried to control it, to only let just enough through, but there was no controlling the sheer volume of raw, sexual pleasure.

Noire cried out again, and mewled in sensual satisfaction. She felt another sweeping wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her. Then another. And another. Each one was a little more manageable, but each one was still a struggle to not allow herself to be overwhelmed. Soon, Carla’s fingers were being extracted from Noire, and Carla wiped them off with a cloth. Noire thought, only briefly, that the treatment might be over. She mustered enough processing power to flick her eyes open and observe.

Carla was smiling at her, a sweet, knowing smile. Just beyond her, Noire saw Gina and Neptune. Neptune’s face was rapt with raw pleasure and Gina’s mouth was working furiously on Neptune’s folds. Noire’s eyes widened as Carla disappeared from her field of vision for only a moment, and then returned, holding Noire’s disconnected pussy.

“This is probably my favorite part.” Carla commented, and then her tongue was out and running up the length of Noire’s slit.

Noire cried out once again, but managed to contain another orgasm. Carla wasn’t making it easy though. Her tongue was expertly, no, mechanically driving deep inside of Noire, lapping with all hunger against her clit. There was so much raw data for Noire to take in that she soon stopped trying to resist it and just let the pleasure flow.

Carla let out a long string of soft, low mewling sounds as she worked Noire’s sex into her mouth. She suckled deeply at her folds and let her tongue explore the deepest reaches of Noire’s sex. Time seemed to slip into nothingness as Noire found herself lost in an ocean of pleasure. There were no longer crashing waves of sensual desire and climaxes, there was just one huge, endless sea of rolling climax. Over and over, without ceasing. Some waves of pleasure hit her harder than others, and she delighted in that, while others were soft, subtle, and pulled Noire deep under the waves.

Then, Carla was done. Her programming set came to an end and she pulled Noire’s sex away from her mouth. Setting it down on the counter and dabbing off the lingering juices and artificial saliva from it. Noire was still lost at sea, her processors chugging through a backlog of intense sensation. Carla brought the cloth to her lips and dabbed them clean before looking over at Gina.

Her partner was already reattaching Neptune’s head to her neck, the eyes still fluttering in lustful delight. Noire’s head soon followed, reconnecting to her body and her operating system, offloading some of the work of processing the data. Still, she was fully tied up in desires when Carla began reattaching arms and legs. The chest and abdomen panel were slotted into place just as Noire’s CPU seemed to clear out the last of the raw data.

Noire came to just in time for her to feel the cool mist of cleaning solution dance across her breast. Then hands were on her. Carla’s robotic hands were massaging the cleaning solution into her artificial flesh. Her abdomen was covered in the solution and Carla worked ever upward. Soon, the technician was gently massaging Noire’s breasts. She ran her hands on, over, and around Noire’s pert globes and paid particular attention to ensuring that the artificial nipples were cleaned and covered from every possible angle.

Noire sighed, happy to be reassembled, but longing for more. But she knew all good things came to an end, and so when Carla stepped up next to her, kissed her gently on the cheek and whispered that she hoped Noire had a good time, she knew it was time.

The technician’s left the two robotic companions to redress themselves. After a shared giggle and a bit of blush, both agreed that at some point they would need to figure out how to bypass the whole body like they experienced here, and have Chloe please them in the same way. Once dressed they left the room and moved back to the front desk.

“Your owner is still in her treatment session.” The front desk mentioned to them as they stepped up.

“Lucky her.” Neptune muttered. “Can we go wait in the room with her?”

The receptionist blinked for a moment, and then nodded. “I don’t see why not, just be sure to remain quiet. She is in room three”

Noire and Neptune crept down the hall to the room, and gingerly pushed open the door. They saw another robotic woman in the room, likely Chloe’s therapist, who waved them away, not wanting to be disrupted. It was too late though, Noire and Neptune had peeked into the room and found the most unexpected of sights…

“Sadly we need to have your kind in a separate area as your treatments are vastly different from your companions.”

Chloe nodded along, and watched as Noire and Neptune were taken to their treatment, through a door on the far side of the room.

“This was Miss.”

Chloe followed along, walking through a door into a long hallway. It was well light, unassuming, and not what Chloe had expected. She had been thinking of natural hot springs, soaking pools, and luxurious vistas. This seemed more like a hospital hallway. The receptionist stepped up to a door, and gestured towards it.

“Here you go, your therapist is inside. Enjoy your treatment.”

With that she turned and walked back towards the front desk, leaving Chloe alone in the hall.

She pushed open the door and found herself in a room decorated in muted tones. Natural earthy colors filled the room, as did a number of potted plants, and subdued lighting. There was a chair in the center of the room and Chloe felt like it looked more like a dentist's chair than anything relaxing. Still, she stepped inside and found another woman there, identical to the front desk receptionist and smiling at her.

“Hello, I’m Amanda.” She said quietly with a small bow.

“Uh, Chloe, Hi.” Chloe murmured and bowed slightly as well.

“It’s great to meet you. Can I get you anything before we begin? Perhaps adjust the room temperature or change the music?”

Chloe hadn’t noticed any music before, but in the silence now, she could hear distant flutes and the gentle sound of flowing water. The room itself wasn’t uncomfortable either, so she shook her head and waited, not knowing what to do next, so she let her eyes wander. The perimeter of the room had a number of cabinets and countertops along it, all of them obscured by plants, or used as a surface for cream colored towels and what appeared to be containers of lotion. Chloe gathered that this was likely the massage before the soak and perked up a bit.

“Excellent, then I’ll need you to disrobe completely before we begin.”

Chloe blinked, she needed to be naked for this? That was unconventional. “Completely nude?”

“Yes, don’t worry, you can trust me.”

Something about the way she said you can trust me resonated with Chloe. This was a highly recommended spa after all, and these were only robots. What did she have to fear?

“Alright.”

Chloe agreed with no more hesitation and pulled her shirt up and over her head, letting her hair dance around as it tumbled from the garment.

“Where can I-”

“Over here please.” The receptionist gestured towards a small table, and Chloe placed her shirt on it.

Then her bra. Shoes, socks, shorts, and panties.

She was completely nude now, and only felt a little embarrassed as she stood still in front of Amanda. She sucked in a deep breath and waited, feeling the warm heat on her cheeks as she flushed.

“Have a seat please.”

Chloe nodded and moved to the chair, trying to gracefully get into it, but only managed to flop onto it at the last moment. She huffed as she settled into place. The plush fabric felt nice enough, and the chair felt heated. Chloe found herself sinking into it and to a certain degree, already felt relaxed.

‘It is probably better for you if you close your eyes for this process.” Amanda whispered as she pulled a steel rolling cart over and stopped it just behind Chloe’s field of vision.

“Oh, uh, are you sure?”

“You can trust me. You should keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise.”

‘She’s the professional here’ Chloe thought, and nodded once, letting her eyes slip closed.

“I am going to touch you now, please remain calm, you can trust me.”

Chloe knew she could trust this woman, or android, whatever she was. But hearing the phrase again was a comfort to her, and when she felt Amanda’s soft hands on her shoulders she felt a jolt of relaxation. She could feel Amanda massaging her shoulder, and pushing deep into CHloe’s skin. She had heard all about deep tissue massages, and how they worked wonders for people, and now she could see why. With only a moment or two of pressure, Chloe felt the weight of her arm disappear. All the tension in her arm from anxiously clenching her fists or fidgeting seemed to melt away in an instant.

It was like her arm wasn’t even there.

With a small shuffling noise, Chloe felt Amanda’s hand on her other shoulder now, pushing in on the same pressure points as before and again, like some kind of miracle, her tension was gone. She felt like she was lighter, care free. She felt like her mind could focus more on other things now that she didn’t feel the tension in her arms. She wanted so badly to open her eyes and simply observe what Amanda was doing, if for no other reason than to try and replicate the technique later when she needed it.

You can trust me. You should keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise

Chloe sighed. She would do as she was told. Who knew what might happen if she did open her eyes. Maybe there was some secret technique that they used and the last thing Chloe wanted was to be kicked out of the spa before she had had a chance to really relax.

Her legs were the next thing to receive the treatment. More precise pressure placed along her thighs and then, the tension was gone. The ache in her feet evaporated, like it wasn’t there and never had been. She sighed softly and realized why they needed her to be fully nude. There were spots that would just be too difficult to reach if she were still dressed, and she had to imagine that there was a certain element of feeling rather than a particular spot that went into this massage.

As Amanda moved around Chloe, pressing in on the precise places along her body, Chloe’s eyes steadfastly remained closed. She would never see her arms being disconnected from her body and settled on one of the countertops. Nor her legs being removed and placed on the cart where a number of small mechanical arms would begin to pry off the artificial flesh and automatically tune up the components inside.

Chloe sighed happily as her chest and abdominal panel was removed as well, delighting in the weird weightless feeling it offered. Once removed, Amanda quickly set about plugging in a number of cables and cords to waiting data ports inside of the unknowing Chloe’s torso. Like Neptune and Noire, old fluids were flushed from Chloe’s body and new, premium liquids were pumped into the various systems inside of the robotic girl. As they worked, Amands slipped away and moved up to Chloe’s head.

“Now, you’re probably going to feel a little sleepy here in a moment, you can fall asleep and I’ll keep working on you, you can trust me.”

“Mmhmm..” Chloe muttered.

She felt herself slowly drifting off after that. The world around her became a hazy blur of sounds that all swirled together. She couldn’t feel the chair any more..she couldn’t feel her body any more. She thought she might have heard herself snore once before the world went black.

Amanda waited patiently as Chloe ran through the shutdown routine. Her client would soon be in a sleep mode where her CPU would generate dream-like log files and memories. With one final snort, her client's head tilted to one side, and went limp, but only for a moment. Once the snore happened, Chloe’s head snapped back to the center, her eyes open, her face a neutral mask. She was no longer breathing, or blinking, or operating like a human.

“Eject drive bay for defragmentation.”

Chloe didn’t speak a confirmation, instead she just turned her head and the small ping of her ear being released from the locking mechanisms inside of her head was confirmation enough. Amanda tugged on her ear enough to expose another data port and plugged another cable into it. The computer on the cart automatically began the process of putting her file system in the right order. Taking blocks of data that had been scattered across different sectors of her storage drive and putting them in a more logical order. Consolidating single data chunks onto on drive and moving around data to be more efficient.

The fluid pumps were just finishing the flushing process and the automated tuner dinged as it finished one of Chloe’s legs. Amanda removed the leg and reattached it to Chloe’s hips before loading the next leg in place and tapped the start button for the automated process to begin again.

Amanda disconnected the fluid pumps from inside of Chloe and hung them up on the cart before pulling a thick bundle of cables free from the cart and began plugging the various ends into the internal circuitry inside of Chloe. Once done, the terminal analyzed the software Chloe was running and found it to be wildly out of date. It would take some time to update, but there was no rush.

Time dragged onward, and soon Chloe’s leg was finished and reattached. Next her arm would be worked on. The automated systems peeling back the artificial flesh and fixing the inside of her arm. There was a considerable amount of deterioration inside of Chloe’s arms. Chloe’s anxious ticks had put additional strain on her components and they needed additional care.

Amanda sat patiently by as the firmware patches were applied to Chloe’s systems, all the while Chloe looked blankly forward, never aware of her surroundings. As far as Chloe’s human emulation was concerned, she had drifted off to sleep and was sinking deep into a relaxing massage.

It was about this time that the door to the room gently swung open. Two women stood there, mouths agape as they looked upon their owner. Both arms disconnected, her chest and belly missing and a tangled mess of cables and wires draped over her open torso. Her eyes open wide, but unresponsive. Neptune and Noire saw their owner for what she really was, just another machine like they were.

“You cannot be in here, this is a private session.” Amanda angrily waved at them. “No people allowed.”

“But- She’s our owner..” Neptune managed after a moment.

“You are her companion robots?” Amanda asked, her temper quelling just a little.

“Yes.” Noire answered for both of them.

“I see. I still can’t let you stay in here, but I must also ask that you do not reveal to her that she is also a robot. Her selfware programming is not suited to handle that information at this time.”

“Right, yes, sure, uh, of course.” Neptune stammered and backed away, glancing one last time at the purely robotic form of Chloe.

Neptune and Noire returned to the front waiting room and settled silently into the benches there and waited. Neither one wanted to be the first to speak, and instead they spent the time quietly contemplating the implications of this.

Amanda returned to her work, tuning up and replacing software inside of her client. Nearly thirty minutes passed and in that time she had Chloe’s arms tuned up and replaced before she took out a tool and cleaned inside of Chloe’s sex. Much like Neptune and Noire, she drove the tool deep inside, moving it around to clean all the internal surfaces and then dried them, all while Chloe’s face remained emotionless and unmoving.

Once done though, Amanda disconnected the multitude of wires and cables from inside of Chloe’s torso. Once done, Amanda pressed Chloe’s chest back into place and moved over to the computer terminal. The restart command was simple and took only a moment to type in and send. Once it had confirmed that the message had been sent, Amanda plucked the cable from the chip tray in Chloe’s ear and pushed it back into place until it locked again. Then the restart began.

Chloe’s systems took their time integrating the new firmware and programming updates. She would be a little more confident now, happier, and relaxed. She would still be herself, but she would view this trip to Japan as something of a transformative journey of self discovery, and it would color how she saw the rest of the world going forward.

The restart applied the new settings, and after nearly ten minutes of waiting, Chloe’s eyes slipped closed and her head lolled to one side. She yawned, letting Amanda know that her client was about to come back online, and should be treated as a human rather than a machine.

“Are you feeling better?” Amanda whispered.

“Yeah! A lot better actually.” Chloe said as she stretched her freshly repaired limbs. They worked more efficiently now, and she felt almost dizzy from how much extra processing power she had. Her mind was clearer too, like everything was just in place now, like this was everything she needed to get things in order.

“Well, you are free to remain here as long as you need to redress. You may join your two companions in the waiting room when you are ready. Take your time.”

Chloe nodded and Amanda slipped out of the room. Chloe reclined in the chair for another few moments, simply reveling in how good she felt. She was starting to think this trip to Japan was exactly what she needed.

Rico was waiting with Neptune and Noire in the front room when Chloe arrived. Neptune and Noire exchanged glances with one another before standing to hug Chloe.

“Hey guys! That was great! How’d your thing go?” Chloe was so cheerful now, it was enough to throw Neptune for a loop.

“G-great! Yeah feels good to be nice and tuned up. How, uh, how did your thing go?” Neptune asked, earning her a small glance from Noire.

“Ha, I don’t really know. I fell asleep pretty early in the process, but I feel good now. How about we head back to the hotel and we can see what Rico got us.”

“Yeah!” Rico chimed in.

“Also, girl, you have to try this place out.” Chloe blurted as they left and filed into the waiting cab.

Neptune and Noire were a little more explicit in explaining their treatment and both, in addition to Chloe, highly encouraged Rico to give it a try. She agreed that before they all left, that she too would try it out.

“Wait, before we all leave?” Chloe asked.

“Yep. I’m part of your package. I’ll stay here while you fly home, and once the contract ends I’ll be packed up and shipped to your home address. Don’t worry, I’ll be at the airport to help you pack everything up.”

“Oh, that probably won’t be necessary, I think I know how to take these two apart well enough now.” Chloe chuckled and jabbed a thumb at Noire and Neptune.

Once they returned to the hotel, the trio found that Rico had spent her time laying out all the clothes and accessories that she had purchased. There were cute dresses, all lined up along Kimonos. Frilled shirts and shorts and on the far side of the bed, a selection of lingerie. The sight of the sexy nightwear raised Chloe’s eyebrow and she looked to Noire and Neptune with a mock face of disappointment. They could only smirk and shrug.

Rico bowed once and excused herself so the trio could try on the clothes if they saw fit and promised to check back in tomorrow morning.

Chloe’s face melted into a smirk, and her eyes darted over to the lingerie. She shooed the two girls out of the room and closed the sliding partition before slipping into one of the outfits. There was an abundance of straps and latches, small little patches of sheer fabric and long leggings. All of it did nothing to cover Chloe’s feminine folds, nor her breasts. Her nipples were only barely concealed behind one of the straps. As Chloe slipped it on she idly wondered which one of her two companions had asked for lingerie, but it didn’t matter now.

Chloe opened the slider and leaned against the door jamb. She lifted her leg and pressed the sole of her foot against the jamb, flexing her thigh a little.

Neptune and Noire blinked rapidly as they took in their owner. She looked magnificent and exuded sensual desires. Neptune was thankful she was a robot and had the ability to never grow tired of sex. Noire had been lost in sensual lust for a long time, but a little more with her owner wouldn’t be so terrible.

Both girls slinked forward and Neptune met Chloe’s lips and Noire began to plant a long slow line of pecks along Chloe’s neck, directed towards her chest. Chloe let them work for a few moments, her own lustful desires pouring into Neptune’s mouth. Then she hooked her fingers into the collar of both of their shirts and dragged them into the room. Noire had the forethought to hook her foot in the sliding partition and close it.

Once inside, Chloe tumbled back onto the bed, letting her legs dangle off of the end of the circular bed. Her hair fell in a strange misshapen halo around her head and her arms fell comfortably at her side. Neptune wasted no time at all, she dropped to her knees and settled into place between Chloe’s legs. Her hands immediately on Chloe’s knees and pushed her legs apart, opening a clear path to Chloe’s waiting slit.

Noire took a moment to strip off her shorts and panties before scrambling onto the bed. Once there she swung one leg over Chloe and settled into place over her owner's face. She lowered herself into position, and Chloe’s hands wrapped around the girl's thighs. She practically pulled Noire’s freshly cleaned sex to her mouth. Once there, Chloe let her tongue dance against Noire’s artificial clit. Noire felt the lustful desire rising in her, a slow, steady stream. A far cry from the crashing waves of raw desire she felt earlier. It helped reinforce how much of her body the sensual feelings had to travel and degrade before she could process them.

Chloe was already squirming as Neptune’s own silicone packed tongue drove into the eager waiting slit. Slowly at first, but with a rising speed, she flicked her tongue around the outer edges of Chloe’s snatch and then shoved deep inside of her. Once there she resumed the flicking, probing, swirling motions. Chloe’s legs were quivering with excitement and Chloe herself was moaning as she ate out her robotic friend.

Neptune’s free hand came to rest on her own crotch and wiggled into the waistband of her shorts, only to fail and cause her to rapidly and clumsily unbutton her shorts before trying again. Successful this time, she shoved two fingers into her own folds and worked her clit with relentless movements. She wanted, no, needed the release again. Whatever she had had in the spa was incredible, but there was something about being with Chloe that only amplified the desire. She wanted to tell Chloe that she was a robot, she wanted to eject Chloe’s sex and connected it to Chloe’s disconnected head and give her owner that same unrelenting, raw, sensual desire that she had felt. She wanted Chloe to know those feelings, she wanted Chloe to know she was a machine. She knew deep down in the programmed recesses of her artificial mind that Chloe herself would love it every bit as much as well…but she couldn’t..not without risking damage to the girl she loved.

Chloe's hands were squirming their way into Noire’s shirt now. Working towards the artificial breasts that she knew were contained within. Noire helped her along by reaching down and pulling the shirt off and exposing her freshly cleaned chest to Chloe. It still had a slight sheen to it. Chloe found her way to Noire’s breasts and aggressively fondled them, toying with Noire’s nipples with eager desire. She pinched at them, rolled them between her index finger and thumb, toyed with them and squeezed them. Noire’s chest was Chloe’s playground and how deeply Chloe’s tongue penetrated was reflected by how delighted she was there.

Soon, Chloe was mewling and moaning, sexual release rising inside of her and Neptune knew it. Her owner was only moments away from climax, but that wouldn’t be the end of things. Chloe might not know she was an android and capable of fucking until her battery was depleted, but Neptune knew she had more than one go around in her. Regardless of what limits Chloe’s programming might have instilled. Sure enough as Neptune sank deep inside of her lover's folds, she felt Chloe’s legs wobble and press in against her head as a cry of absolute pleasure rolled out.

Noire and Neptune were coded specifically so that they would execute orgasms at the same time as their lover, so long as there weren’t specific instructions not to. Both let out a long, lewd moan as Neptune felt a small gush against her fingers, and Chloe tasted and drank deeply of Noire’s juices. Both androids extracted themselves from Chloe, and left her panting. Chloe wiped up the juices left by Noire and panted for a few moments before rolling over to mount Noire.

She kissed her lover deeply, letting her tongue glide into Noire’s mouth. Neptune soon joined them on the bed and found her way to the space created between Noire’s legs. Once there she pressed her face into the woman’s waiting folds, encouraging her legs to open wider. Noire didn’t stop the motion and instead let Chloe make out with her. Neptune saw her opportunity as well, Chloe’s slit was just above her and it was little hassle to reach up and insert two fingers into Chloe.

Another moan slipped out of Chloe’s mouth and into the room. The three continued on like this for another hour or two. Repositioning themselves to pleasure another girl. Sometimes Chloe was laying on her back with a tongue or fingers inside of her, while another played with her breasts. Sometimes Chloe was in charge of fingering the two robots she had brought. Sometimes Noire found herself the subject of all pleasure and other times they insisted that Neptune relax and let them pleasure her.

All of it resulted in a long night of pleasure and laughter. One that Chloe hadn’t felt in a long long time.

The rest of the trip was a pure delight. Nights spent rapt in pleasure and sensual desires, days spent wandering Japan and taking in the sights. Even the trip home was more bearable for Chloe. She easily disassembled Noire and Neptune and squirmed a little as she observed their powered down and disassembled forms. She napped on the plane and dreamt of robotic components, the erotic desires she felt when looking ant Noire and Neptune, and sometimes, even imagining herself as a robot and what that might be like…

Part 3 - New Arrival

It was the news of the quarter. New console dolls were in development. They were said to be more powerful, backwards compatible, and highly customizable while still sporting the same high level of quality from the pre-installed personality core. Though the rapid mutter of ‘while supplies last, personality core upgrades sold separately’ were barely heard. Most folks who watched the trailer online, or the scant few who watched on a live television, were far too distracted by the pair of cute looking android consoles before them. Winking and smiling, long purple hair cascading over her shoulders and down to the dark dress she wore. Tinted with silver and white highlights. Next to her an equally cute doll was smiling and winking. They posed together, the second girl's white and blue outfit contrasting sharply.

Names, brands, specs, and pricing faded in above the pair. Uni in the dark dress and NepGear in her shining white and blues. Both pressed their faces together and smiled as the screen gently displayed new words. “Sites to your existing Noire and Neptune units!” before fading to black.

A wide array of smiles crossed several faces. Three female figures huddled around a laptop late on the evening of the premier. Work had run a little long, long enough that Chloe needed to leave two of her girls behind. It hadn’t been a natural occurrence either. Chloe had specifically requested a rather large delivery of stock for the shop that day, and Vert and Blanc, two of her android employees, were staying late to unload. This delay gave Chloe just enough time for her and her other robotic friends to place an order.

It would be another few months before her order was fulfilled, and Chloe knew that, but she didn’t mind. The time in between would give Chloe more than enough time to let her mind wander to everything she could do with two extra hands at the cafe..or what those hands could do to her..

The manufacturing facility was nestled well outside of town. On the far edge of an industrial park and surrounded by fences topped with electrified wires to keep intruders out and, after one incident, keep stray androids in.

The massive gray building could have been anything, and the only thing that distinguished it from all the other innocuous buildings was the branded sign on the outer gate and a vinyl cling on the single glass plated front door to the facility.

Inside, machines churned out machines. Industrial robot arms whined and whirred in a delicate dance that resulted in the creation of a steady stream of the new console units. Somewhere in the dizzying dance, Chloe’s units were beginning their existence.

Uni was first on the production line, beginning its existence as little more than a piece of internal framework. Hardened plastic merged with metallic supports in the vague shape of a chest cavity. There were no indications of anything remotely human to it, at least not until the spinal column was brought in by a large industrial robot arm and simply held in place while a small fleet of other arms descended on it. Those smaller arms performed a number of tasks at a dizzying speed. Some produced bright flashes of sparks as metal was welded to metal, while others took one of the multitude of colored wires and cables and brought it to other places inside the chest cavity.

The array of mechanical appendages retreated from the framework, only to be replaced by more. These one’s brought in a number of small parts. Circuit boards ranging from the size of a thumbnail to just under a palm size. Each one was inserted into her and connected to some of the wires that were produced from the spine. After a matter of minutes an intricate weave of fiber optic cables had been laced into the body. Though it was still far from looking like a person. It was still very much a machine at this point.

More and more circuitry was stuffed inside of it. Many times layers of components would filter in and be placed inside of the cavity. Some of it was then layered on top with more infrastructure, others were left dangling out of the frame, presumably for future components to attach to. Cables, wires, and support struts were jutting from the robot’s shoulders, neck, and the lower torso. Though the framework was coming together nicely, it still only resembled a pile of electronics jammed into a rough approximation of a chest case.

The parts that would start to solidify the design of the android were coming next as Uni’s future body scooted along a rubberized and static free conveyor belt and stopped.

A claw swiveled into view and clamped onto the thick metal spinal column that jutted upward just an inch past the shoulders. With speed and power the entire assembly was lifted and pivoted to another side bay where it would remain until completion. The nearly ten foot wide bay was little more than three walls, studded with a vast array of assembly arms. Scattered in a seemingly random configuration were crates, boxes, and containers that housed the parts themselves, and even though the arrangement was scattered it put the crucial parts at the ready. It was an elegant and efficient layout that a group of engineers were quite proud of, and claimed that it would increase production speed by nearly half an hour.

Nudging its way into the assembly bay just two cubicles away was another unit bound for Chloe’s shop.

The Nepgear model, while sporting many of the same modular controls, electronics and body parts, contained a wholly different internal configuration. The controllers, a staple of human interaction with the robot girls in their console mode, were settled into the outside of the feminine body. A singular control bay and charger were installed on either side of the framework just below the ribcage. So deep in the internal workings were they set that even before processors or storage media could be installed, the controller bays were ready. Hard wired into Nepgear’s systems and boasting a direct connection to one of the fiber optic cables that led directly to her chrome plated spine.

The fleet of small and moderately sized assembly arms whirled into action. Diving into the box of parts at the bottom of the bay and smoothly, but inhumanly fast, they placed them into the body cavity. Many of them simply clicked into place on clamps that were built into the framework inside of Nepgear. Others required a series of screws to be tightened into pre-drilled holes. THe rapid bursts of high pitched whining filled her bay as new parts were placed inside of her and screwed tightly into place before the drill arm retreated and an instant later replaced by another arm holding the next circuit board in place. At pre-designated times, another series of incredibly small arms would plunge into the torso cavity and set about connecting wires and cables from component to component. Once done they were pulled together into a bundle and clipped in a plastic tie for later use.

Uni was coming together in a similar fashion. Much of her circuitry was already in place and protected behind a metal alloy ribcage. It practically glowed in the brilliantly lit assembly floor. Sterilie white light washed over her rapidly forming body like waves on the ocean overtaking the smallest of footprints on a beach.

Her storage media drives were inserted into her, just below the sternum and nestled comfortably next to her internal power core and a bank of powerful processors. Just below that, set into a plastic alcover that fit nicely into the remaining space inside of her, was the controller bay for her console hardware. Miniscule arms darted into her rib cage, lacing themselves between the metal alloy bones and connecting multicolored cables and wires to the controller bay and then connecting those same wires to the matched electronic components deeper inside of her.

Once the controller bay was settled and screwed tightly in place, Uni would begin to have the more human elements installed. Prefabricated shoulder joints were held against her frame while other mechanical arms secured it and set about connecting the hundreds of fiber optic cables that would send data flowing through them to her CPU. They were set directly against her framework and would remain there until skin plates could be brought in to cover them. A pelvic bowl settled into place, and then welded into place at the base of the spinal column. More wiring, leaving thick bundles inside of the hips for later use.

Nepgear was in a similar state. Shoulders had been affixed to her framework, though instead of a permanent connection to the spine, her hips were simply clamped onto the base of the spine. An alignment post jutting from the pelvis would align with the base of her spine and ensure that they were properly connected. The post was studded with small gold plates to allow for lightning fast data transmission. It was already filled with most of the commonly needed components, further cutting down on manufacture time. There was still room for additional components according to custom orders, and it was missing a sexual module as well, leaving a massive chunk of unused space in the middle of it.

Uni’s arms and legs were now arriving. They had been assembled and had the layers of sensor mesh and artificial skin already applied. Soft feet with pre manicured nails rose to slender ankles and thighs that were pleasantly smooth. The whole assembly ended suddenly in a hefty clamp that looked to fit perfectly against Uni’s hips. Clicking into place the latches automatically closed in on the waiting joint. Similarly her arms were attached at the shoulders, clicking into place and waiting for the rest of her assembly.

A pair of moderately sized arms, tipped with a soft rubberized set of clamps locked onto Uni’s legs and gently spread them open. The sounds of the heavy motors in the robotic arms drowned out the small protesting whines of the more precise motors inside of Uni’s hips and legs. Once they were spread open enough, a very human looking sexual module was retrieved from one of the parts boxes by another robotic arm.

The whole assembly was, perhaps, a foot long. The mechanical portion of it resembled a long, vaguely cylindrical configuration. A whole, sealed unit, complete with a number of small nylon tubes covered the outer portion of it and connected into the central unit in a number of places. At the very end of it was a small, slender fluid container that was currently filled to the “full” line. Inside of it, synthetic, sterile lubricant for use with all manner of sexual activities.

A battery of mechanical and electronic pieces were dotted along the length of the module, each one placed specifically behind a hard plastic shield, and then again inside of their own water tight containers to ensure no excess fluid leaks or condensation could reach the delicate circuitry.

Finally, capping the end of the module, was a patch of flesh. It curved up and around, mimicking the natural curvature of a real woman's crotch. The light skin tone matched perfectly with the existing skin plates on Uni’s legs and arms. Slit down the center was a perfectly shaped vaginal entry. Just a little puffy, rounded, hairless and perfectly smooth. To a casual observer it could be a real woman’s sex, but it was altogether too perfect.

With a swift, smooth motion the new sexual hardware was inserted into Uni’s waiting pelvis. Once it had reached the designated spot it encountered just a little resistance, and then was pushed forward. The result was that the spring loaded clamps opened, and then with a small metallic ping they locked into place. Once power and software were running inside of her there would be another clamp that would fully lock the unit in place, for now though, it was secured and only showing a faint seam line around it.

Similarly, Nepgear was also getting a sexual module installed. It clicked into place at nearly the same time as Uni’s and both pairs of robotic legs were gently guided back into a more neutral position once it was installed, the gentle whine of forced movement from the internal motors was only barely audible in the shuffling and noisy factory floor. Not that there was anyone around to hear it.

In rapid succession both Nepgear and Uni had the remainder of their internal components inserted and wired into place. Hardware specific for their gaming console nature was delicately placed inside of the torso and connected to the controller boards there. A disk drive settled into place where the sternum would be on a human girl. The disc drive itself had a small patch of soft flesh over it and would settle nicely between the breasts once they were connected.

The final layers of wiring and components were laid in place and soon prefabricated skin panels were brought in and clicked into place. Nepgear and Uni soon began to look more and more like young women. Covered in soft skin, curved hips and taught bellies. Well proportioned breasts were attached, already affixed to a hard plastic panel and then coated in artificial flesh. They were aligned just a matter of inches away from the chest before a small array of mechanical arms darted into the open cavity and set about connecting the multitude of fine wires and fiber optic cables to the underside of the panels. Once done they were settled into a place on a set of hinges, allowing them to be opened like a pair of cabinet doors should the girls ever need maintenance.

The only blatant tell that Uni and Nepgear were robots and not real girls was the distinct lack of a head affixed to the top of their necks. The final components of which were all that remained on the floor of the assembly cubicles.

A clear, hard plastic skull, complete with synthetic flesh around the neck and portions of the head was brought out and held in place above the body. It was empty, save for the clear mounting brackets inside of the skull itself. The same delicate robot arms darted into the head, bringing wires, cables, tubes and circuitry. Attaching components to the brackets inside and then retreating only to return with more and more circuitry. As time passed on the components became far more complicated. Circuit boards and fiber optic cables gave way to storage drives filled with proprietary drivers and software. High definition optics were inserted into place and wired into the small secondary CPU core in the center of the head module.

A whole sealed unit for the mouth was brought in and clicked into place. Whitened teeth and a silicone tongue were already installed in the self contained unit and a number of additional fluid containers were clicked into place once it was installed, each one pre-filled with saline based saliva. A number of additional circuits filled out the head and finally the face plate was clicked into place on the head. Once in place and secured, the head was lowered onto the neck, and with a small metal click it was locked into place. All that remained was a hair piece that magnetically aligned itself on the head piece before small claw-like clamps gripped it and held it tightly in place.

Each unit was lowered to the ground where the power cell inside of them activated and the units began to fully power on. Their operating systems engaged and meticulously checked each modular system for functionality. Toes and fingers curled as a group then individually. Eyes opened and closed, focusing and unfocusing. Each joint and movable parts twitched ever so slightly as the operating system engaged them. Once each system was marked as functional and ready for operation, the clamp holding Uni and Nepgear up began to slowly release more and more of its hold on their body. In the process the balance programming inside of the OS acquainted itself and ran an endless stream of configurations and calculations before it finally finished and the robotic girls could stand on their own.

The Uni and Nepgear models that were bound for Chloe’s little cafe were joined by a crowd of other robots, each one looking identical to one another. Only their programming distinguished one from the other. Each one hadn’t even engaged any kind of human emulation, they were still just unblinking, unbreathing, automatons. Each marching their way to the shipping and packaging wing. Once there, they were scanned by a wireless shipping agent. From there a burst of data was sent to them and a new navigation point was sent to their pathing systems. Each one, in turn, walked to their designated shipping crate.

The crates were metal cases, branded with the company logo and stacked high. Each unit that was packaged was immediately replaced with a new crate being brought in by automated systems and made ready for the next unit to be shipped. Chloe’s Nepgear and Uni models stepped up to the line and a small fleet of robotic armatures descended on them. They would not be shipped in one piece to mitigate the risk of a joint snapping or dislodging while in transit. They remained still as their arms were detached and slotted into the form fitting gray foam in the bottom of the crate. Next their heads were powered down, and then removed before being gently wrapped in a static-proof bag and secured in the crate. Next to the arms and head was a pre-sealed bag with clothes, basic maintenance tools, some instructions and a welcome letter.

Standing armless and headless, the built in subsystems kept their bodies balanced and upright, but not for long. A new arm clamped onto the waistline of each one and lifted upwards, their legs then detached and then slotted into a second layer of foam before the torso itself powered down and was also laid inside the crate. Next time they booted up they would be in possession of their new owners and ready to serve.

The crates were closed, sealed and shipping instructions pasted onto the outside. Shipping labels were applied and the crates were loaded into a truck, bound for distribution.

Chloe had little to do with the actual goings on inside her own cafe most days. She was always there, wearing a comfortable, but professional outfit, and observed. She mostly confined herself to the small office in the back where she would have her laptop out, pouring over charts, ordering products and supplies and generally managing the business. It wasn’t what she wanted to be doing, especially not with a small flock of cute android girls on just the other side of the wall.

The spreadsheets were starting to blur together and the hours seemed to be slipping past at light speed and at the same time felt like it had been an eternity. In her small office made of cement blocks painted white, time simply did not exist.

The cafe itself was far more lively than Chloe’s office. Vert and Blanc were busily serving guests, dressed in whatever the seasonal cosplay outfit was. Somewhere in the backroom was a list of who was to be dressed and how. Spring outfits would include a bunny suit and matching ears, while winter had a red and white skirt and matching hat that revealed just enough. Summer time included a wide variety of swimsuits, bikinis and sundresses while fall was all about cute monsters.

Sometimes they would simply dress up for the week, changing up their outfits to look like traditional maids or just something festive and fun. In general, though, there was an understanding that there would be two or three different outfits that would rotate for a season. Each girl donning the appropriate costume or outfit for a grueling ten hour long shift. Not that any of the four robotic serving girls had an issue with the time. They truly enjoyed what they did.

A rotation of who was on console duty for the day was posted in the backroom. Regular customers and those who were more observant were able to predict who would be in the small private gaming room for the day. Once the cafe had opened there was something of a rush every morning to get into the shop and see who was in the private room for the day and reserve a time. Eventually it worked itself out and customers who had a favorite girl would try and reserve a time slot well ahead of time.

Once in the room, whoever was on duty for gaming that day would swap into a whole new programming set.

The private rooms were wholly adult only, and for good reason. Neptune was on duty today, and she bowed eagerly to the next guest in line to use the gaming room. He returned the bow, though slightly more hesitant and clearly nervous. She held open the door for him and gestured him in.

Inside of the room was a single, large couch. Comfortable and luxurious. There were no windows and the room was painted in soft earth tones and lit with adequate, but dim lights. It gave the whole room a cozy and intimate feel without being overt. Many things happened in this room, and not all of them were lewd. There were some gamers who liked the company and occasional player two for an hour. There were, of course, a much larger set of guests who wanted a more full experience.

“Have you been here before? You look so familiar.” Neptune said, her tones hushed, not that they needed to be, the soundproofing on the room did enough to muffle the sounds within.

He shook his head.

“My mistake then.” Neptune said, her voice still sweet. “Let me cover the ground rules then. Touching is permitted if you so choose, but there can be no actual sexual contact. Games are available and I’m happy to play along, or just run the system if you like. If there is a particular pose or conversation or really anything else I can do for you, just ask.”

He nodded.

With that, Neptune settled back onto the couch and looked over at the man. He was handsome enough, somewhere in his early to mid twenties, a bit scruffy, but clearly took care of himself. Neptune laced her hands together and made a place for her head to rest as she settled down on to the couch next to him. Her chest thrust forward a little and her breathing soft and relaxed.

“So, games? Or something else?”

“L- Let’s start with some games.”

“Sure thing!”

Neptune’s hands moved immediately around from the back of her head and grasped the zipper on her hoodie. Dragging it down revealed that she wasn’t wearing anything under it, and as she pulled it slightly apart, the rounded curves of her breast were tantalizingly displayed. They seemed to wobble for only a moment before a disk drive appeared between them and jut, weirdly, out past their supple curves.

“What’ll it be?”

Neptune and her guest would spend the next hour playing a grand total of, perhaps, ten minutes of actual gaming. The rest of the time was spent locked in deep passionate kisses, hands roaming over whatever piece of synthetic skin his hands could grapes, and, on occasion, Neptune gently guiding his hands away from certain parts of her body. She was more than happy to kiss and let him fondle her, but a weary hand rising up her thigh towards her crotch was pushing the limits. He accepted it and simply moved on.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. There were some people who were legitimately happy to simply have a player two, or a cute girl to toss sidelong glances at while they talked and played. Others were there for a much more hands-on experience. Both were perfectly acceptable, and she didn’t mind one bit. She actually couldn’t. Chloe had made a point to install software that would specifically block negative emotional responses to the kind of work that needed to be done while on the clock in the gaming room. Of course she let the girls choose if they wanted to engage with those duties or not, but none of them protested to the job or the additional programming.

For the rest of Chloe’s girls, Noire, Blanc, and Vert, they spent their time serving guests. Posing for pictures from patrons and taking orders. Occasionally one would be pulled away to another register at their little gift shop and photo booth. Though, all in all, the four android girls kept the shop humming along at a nice clip. Serving and moving guests through in a relaxed but efficient manner and always going out of their way to make sure everyone left with a smile on their face. Not that it was a challenge when you were surrounded with cute girls willing to serve you in almost any way imaginable.

Chloe was the exception to that rule. She was always smiling, for certain, but it was clear that the stress was weighing on her. Managing your own business was a lot of pressure for one person alone. She had little more than some college experience and a head full of ideas, but they had somehow made it work. The cafe was profitable in under a year, a rare feat in the business world, and Chloe had been able to afford to move out of her little one room apartment into something more fitting of herself and her harem of robotic companions.

A small house on the edge of town, small and cozy, though it still only sported two bedrooms. One of which was hers alone, the other was used by the girls as their defecto charging room. Chloe had given them the more spacious master bedroom, and had to spring for a king size bed which sported a built in inductive charger. The girls needed to simply lay on the bed and wirelessly recharge themselves. Even with that, there was really only room for three to lay comfortably in the bed, so one of her android companions was still relegated to plugging themselves in with a physical cable for a recharge.

Of course, in practice there was less laying down to recharge and more wild sex that utilized the charger to keep them going well past when their power cells may have run out otherwise. Chloe didn’t mind that aspect as she herself was usually in the middle of those.

Still Chloe felt tired and dragged herself though each day of slogging through spreadsheets and paperwork. She sometimes sat back and peered out at the shop. The cheerful guests, the happiness her girls exuded and the spring in their steps. She idly wished that there was something akin to the programming they all had, but for humans. Something to allow them to simply switch off some of the stress and worry and just..go.

Chloe was blissfully unaware that she herself was an android as well. She very easily could have that same programming set installed, though she would have no way to manually trigger it. She was configured to be unaware of what she was, and in fact, only Noire and Neptune knew what Chloe was and only because they had accidentally stumbled into a maintenance session while on a trip to Japan. The pair had made a small vow to one another to keep her secret, even from her, though there were many times when they had so desperately wanted to break that same vow and tell Chloe what she was.

For now though, Chloe recharged on her own inductive charging bed, a purchase she had made on a subconscious level. Her core operating system obscuring the add-on to her new bed without her self-aware programming knowing it. She would continue to think she was a real person, with real emotions and thoughts and desires, when in reality everything she did was just as artificial as the four robotic women she shared a home with.

That dour mood would only last for a few more seconds though. The small chime from her laptop drew her back from her longing stares into the cafe.

The mere sender's address was enough to raise her eyebrows and draw a wide smile across her face. An alert that there was a package out for delivery, two in fact. The Uni and Nepgear androids she had ordered a number of weeks before were on a truck, rambling through her sleepy little town and heading for her. There would still be a number of hours before they were in her possession, but that was perfectly fine, it would give her something to focus on for the remainder of her day. Once she knew that new things were in her future she found it easy to have that same spring in her step that her girls had.

Chloe made an effort to walk through the cafe a number of times throughout the day. She had to tuck in her usually frumpy shirt and even made an effort to pull her hair back into a somewhat professional ponytail. Her signature ballcap stayed in her office. Once she looked less like a burnt out college student, she was able to easily slide up behind Vert and Blanc at some point and let them know that the packages they had ordered were on the way. Each of the two girls seemed to, somehow, brighten their smile as they day progressed. Each passing minute was another minute closer to revealing their surprise to Noire and Neptune.

The day carried on, and Chloe kept darting back to her office to check the updated status. She watched with increasing disdain every time she saw the words ‘out for delivery’ but there was no delivery at the back loading bay. She even thought that they might wheel them in through the front entry, as that was where the street address pointed. She kept peeking out of her office to the front door, hoping to catch a glance of those full sized shipping crates. She was disappointed every time.

She kept a keen ear out for the back door as well. She wanted to believe that they would be delivered there and she could sneak them into the backroom and leave them “gift wrapped” for Noire and Neptune. As the day progressed she was hoping more and more for a late delivery so she didn’t have to look at the crates just sitting there. Taunting her.

The crowd of customers was beginning to thin as the day ticked away. The cafe was geared mostly at the breakfast, brunch, and lunch crowd, but there was no shortage of evening pastries and coffee guests as well. It was in this lull, the space between lunch and the evening crowd, that there was a gentle buzz on the intercom inside of Chloe’s office. She had been so ready for this all day long and now that it was here, she was caught completely by surprise.

She sprang from her chair and moved as quickly, yet quietly, to the back door.

There were a number of small crates there. Boxes of lids for coffee cups, milk for lattes, ground coffee, bakery goods. Chloe felt a crashing wave of disappointment. Of course there were average, every day business deliveries to manage. They were right on time too, late in the day on Friday. She weakly smiled at her usual delivery driver, and as usual looked over the manifest of goods being delivered before signing for them and turning to start lugging the supplies to the stock room. Just as he tipped his hat and bid her a good weekend, he dashed back and held the door to the back of the cafe open.

“Chloe, one more here for you I think.”

She looked over her shoulder and only barely caught the edge of the logo on the side of the delivery van. If she had an organic heart it would have skipped a number of beats. As it was though, her operating system merely emulated those responses in accordance with a preset programming set. She barely contained the little squeak of excitement that burbled up in her throat.

Chloe did her best to remain cool and calm as the delivery driver sauntered over and asked her name and then asked for a signature on his rugged little tablet. He nodded and simply asked where she wanted them. Her first choice was her office, but seeing how small it was, barely the size of your standard cubicle, she opted to have them dropped in the storage room.

There still wasn’t a lot of room, but there was still considerably more than her little office would offer. As a bonus, there would be no awkward questions from her staff why she was spending more time in the storage room than her office.

The two crates were stacked one on top of the other, peppered by the other deliveries there. Chloe was not fully aware of the crin her software had plastered across her face as she quickly put her product deliveries away to make room for her assembly process. She was so excited, not just for more girls in her life, but extra help at the cafe, new cute girls to rotate through seasonal cosplays and events, not to mention the more..personal..benefits.

Once she had the room for it, she popped open the first sealed crate. Her new Nepgear was inside. Still taken apart and peacefully settled into the foam lining inside the case. Chloe felt her next breath hitching slightly inside of her and then gently seeping out through her nose. She needed to remain focused, these were gifts. She shouldn’t get too fired up just yet.

The assembly process was far easier since her trip to Japan as well. Where she may have felt incredibly apprehensive before then, with the guidance from her mechanic friend she had learned how to disassemble and reassemble these console units with some measure of confidence. Chloe knew she would never be quite as intimately familiar with the robotic girls as Socket was, but she had taught her a few things. How to locate joint connectors and some of the more common types of latches and how to disengage and re-engage them. At home her girls had been more than happy to allow Chloe some time to practice on them.

It was in those times when Chloe had learned to really lean into some of the more erotic aspects of owning and operating four robotic women. All of them were not only capable but eager to engage with Chloe in those times. Even as Chloe took piece after piece out of the shipping container, she couldn’t help but imagine those times, and fantasize about what might happen with these new girls.

The gentle knock on the door snapped her back to the moment and she immediately panicked.

“Just a sec, putting away the Friday shipment.” She called through the closed door.

“It’s okay, it’s Blanc.” Came a sweet voiced reply from the other side of the door.

Chloe let out the breath she had been holding and stepped gingerly around the scattered array of robot limbs and parts she had scattered around the space. She cracked the door open just enough to peek out, her grin returned to her lips.

“Are they here?” Blanc asked, and Chloe smirked and nodded in reply.

“Just keep them busy out there, I’m putting them together right now. I should be done right about closing time.”

“That’s perfect!” Blanc gave a playful salute and then practically skipped back to the cafe.

Chloe would take another forty five minutes to pull out the remaining parts from the crates and gently assemble the two androids she had ordered. They were locked and in place and, currently, nude on the floor of her storage room. She would have liked help standing their limp forms up and getting them dressed, but didn’t want to risk calling for one of the other girls to come help. She both loved and hated how complicated the outfits were for these units. They were simultaneously adorable and difficult.

After a full hour alone in the storage room, she had finally assembled and dressed both of the new units. The rising arousal and excitement she had felt when they had arrived and she first laid eyes on them had waned somewhat as the actual process of assembling and dressing them had strained her. She was still excited, but it had now been tempered with the frustration of trying to dress a limp and lifeless doll. It was, however, done now and not a moment too soon either. In the silence inside of the storage room she heard the last sweet goodbye’s from her crew out in the cafe and and the nearly inaudible click on the front doors locks.

They were closed now.

Chloe gently guided Nepgear and Uni to the ground, laying them flat on the floor and then shoving their shipping crates into the corner. They could be tossed out in the recycling later, for now she was simply too excited to reveal her secret.

She slipped out of the storage room and into the cafe proper. Looking around, her crew of four android women were at work, efficiently mopping the floor, clearing tables and washing up from another full day of work.

Neptune was just stepping out of her private gaming room and joining her sister units in cleaning up for the day. Chloe tried her very best to contain her smug smirk, but it was clearly very obvious to everyone in the cafe. Noire was the first to notice and raise an eyebrow at her.

“You seem happy boss.” She commented.

“Well, you know, it’s just because, I might just have a little surprise for you.” She commented to Noire, and then looked at Neptune, catching her attention. “And you as well.”

Noire and Neptune looked at one another and for a moment caught the same sparkle in their eyes, blushed and looked away from one another. Their own long and somewhat complicated history set aside, they were genuinely excited to see what Chloe had in store for them.

“We’ll wrap up out here.” Chloe said, looking to Blanc and Vert, who nodded and smiled just as broadly as their owner was. “You two have my permission to head to the stock room and take your time there. We’ll see you back at home.”

The looks of tacit excitement were replaced with a look of confusion. Neither had any idea what to expect, and their processor cores spun into a frenzy trying to compile all the information they had been given and what they had learned from recent events. When that turned up nothing concrete there was a moment where both froze and their processors started grinding through a number of additional possibilities. There was, of course, not enough information and the whole process tree was truncated and ended. Both androids resigned themselves to the idea that they would simply have to follow Chloe to find out.

Chloe reached the storage room first, holding open the door and donning a cheeky smile as she looked up at Vert and Blanc as they smiled just as broadly. Noire and Neptune stopped and peered into the room, and their eyes immediately widened.

Their optics scanned over the two powered down units there, and matched it to the advertisements that they had seen. They were both acutely aware of who and what the Nepgear and Uni models were.

“We pooled some of our extra funds and got you a few sister units.” Vert chirped from behind the stunned pair of robotic girls.

The very human response from Noire and Neptune was to simply stammer and look to their friends, coworkers, and lovers. The three girls there were swept up into a swift and tight embrace. Had they been able to cry tears of joy they may very well have done so, but for now the five girls huddled together in one large group hug.

“Now, just so you know.” Chloe interrupted. “I literally just got them out of the boxes and put them together. There is no additional programming or anything.”

She looked to Noire and Neptune hoping that they would catch on to the implied meaning. It took them a moment, a brief bit of confusion on their faces and then Neptune, then Noire, had a donning realization.

“So, Vert and Blanc and I are going to head home. You two take as much time as you need to, ahem, close up shop here.” Chloe said with a salacious undertone to her voice and winked at Noire and Neptune.

Vert and Blanc Hugged the two remaining androids quickly. Vert left a small kiss on Noire’s cheek and squeezed her arm once before following after Chloe and leaving them to take care of their new sisters.

Once the door to the cafe was closed and locked, the blinds over their outward facing windows closed, and everything cleaned and secured, Noire and Neptune looked to one another. It became obvious to one another just how much blush there was spreading across their faces. The anticipation had spread quickly through their software. Even if it had only been for a few moments to wrap up closing the cafe, it was more than enough to trigger a cascade of additional programming in both of them. There was a swirling mix of efficient list making, ordering the numerous pieces of additional programming and functional patches and updates that each of these units would need.

Added to the mix was the wild burning desire each one felt. Noire and Neptune were particularly sweet on one another in some form. Noire still wouldn’t admit that she liked Neptune more than any of the other girls, Chloe included. She was never sure if it was something that was hard coded into her operating system or a randomized variable for her in particular or if it was just a coincidence. Regardless, she and Neptune had spent a number of nights tangled in each other's arms, but Noire would never admit that she loved it. Neptune, on the other hand, loved to tease and taunt Noire. Suggestively winking at her or slipping her hand under Noire’s frilled skirts to pinch her rear end as she passed by. Ever the flirt, Neptune loved to entice Noire and on some level, knew that her actions would provoke the other android’s operating system into loading the sexual software that all of them had installed.

Noire and Neptune settled down next to their sister units, Briefly looked at one another and began the long process ahead of them.

Chloe, Vert, and Blanc made their way to the bus stop just a few blocks from the cafe. They were elated at Noire and Neptune’s reactions. Their chatter lasted through the entire bus ride home, though it did take on a more hushed tone as the bus crowded on with more and more people. Soon, though, they were at their small but cozy suburban house. The profits from the cafe had done wonders for Chloe’s finances and with the combined salaries for the five girls, buying a cozy little home had been an easy enough task.

It wasn’t much, but it was theirs, and Chloe was happier there than she had ever been in her tiny studio apartment. She unlocked the door and stumbled into the house, feeling the weight of another day's worth of work fall on her shoulders. Coupled with the emotional excitement and fretting she had been through as she waited for Nepgear and Uni’s delivery, and then the arduous task of physically wrestling them into position after assembling and dressing them. The exhaustion was piling onto her and she was already ready for bed.

The sun was just barely resting on the horizon as she closed and locked the door, worrying little about Neptune and Noire and their new sister units. They were well aware of where the spare key was and it wouldn’t be difficult for them to get back inside whenever they managed to make their way home. Chloe even found herself smirking at that, like some kind of parent thinking about her daughters out having fun for the evening. She sincerely hoped that the four of them had fun.

Vert and Blanc bounced past Chloe, arm in arm and practically skipping towards the bedroom. For a brief amount of time, it would be just the two of them in it. There was no need to share the bed, or the inductive charger, with anyone else. Neptune and Noire staying behind at the shop was as much a gift to Vert and Blanc as it was to Noire and Neptune. Chloe only sighed a little, knowing that she would be alone tonight. Moreover, she would need to buy more charging cables..or get a bigger house. Maybe she could get another king sized bed for her room and simply spend every evening snuggled between two robots. Not that she would mind, but that seemed like a recipe for half charged power cells.

Chloe had barely slipped out of her shoes and tossed her baseball cap aside before she heard the door to the master bedroom close, then a very subtle snap of the lock on the door handle. That brought a chuckle to Chloe’s throat. She wouldn’t dare interrupt those two tonight, and if she did, the flimsy little lock on the door was easily overcome with one of the many precision screwdrivers in the house. Still, she was happy for her girls, they all seemed to be leaning into their sensual programming sets, and Chloe was glad she had orchestrated some time for all of them to have a good time.

As for herself, she needed a shower first and foremost, and then perhaps a little time spent in bed by herself. Some reading, some lounging around, and she admitted to herself, a little sexy time by herself.

Chloe slipped into the bathroom, taking a pair of pajamas with her and stripping out of the day’s clothes, leaving them in a small heap on the tiled floor. She kicked them aside as she pulled down a towel from the cabinet next to the shower and tossed it onto the closed toilet, making it ready for her when she was done. The old handles in the shower squealed as they let a mixture of hot and cold water through to mix into a more hot than cold mix.

Soon, Chloe was shrouded in a gentle cloud of transparent white steam, the shower head spraying streams of water into the combination tub and shower. Sighing happily Chloe stepped into the shower. Her girls had left their cleaning kit in the shower, again, and Chloe moved to get it out of the shower before she accidentally stepped on something they needed.

As she picked it up, there was something in her own operating system that clicked into place. The programming that had kept her blissfully ignorant to what she really was stopped itself. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as her entire body locked up. The software that drove her on the most basic levels was all that remained.

Chloe stood up straight and tall in the shower, the water slapping against her soft yet artificial skin. The robot cleaning kit was still in her hands and her internal software recognized that it wasn’t just for her robotic companions, it was for her as well. There were specific tools for cleaning a robot inside and out, and Chloe began to pull out some of the tools. In doing so she paid little attention to the other accouterments in the shower.

The first step was to turn off the shower and stand perfectly still for long enough that the hot water on her skin either evaporated or ran off her body and pooled at her feet. She was mostly dry by the time her hands drew out the first tool, a small brush with a microfiber tip. She pried open her eyes and scrubbed the glassy surface of her optics with the brush and then settled it back in the kit.

Another larger brush, a long thin and flexible thing, studded with little tufts of microfiber cloth came out. Her operating system opened her mouth and without hesitation she pushed the brush into her mouth and down her throat, causing the skin around her neck to bulge as she scrubbed the soft cloth along her artificial esophagus, knocking free any remaining particles on it before pulling it back out. Her freshly cleaned optics clicked down to the kit again. Her operating system preparing a list of what tools and tasks needed to be completed and in what order.

In the locked master bedroom, Vert and Blanc had wasted no time. Beginning as soon as the door closed, their outfits began to practically shed themselves. Vert’s emerald and white skirt and flowing dress was easily shrugged away just as Blanc’s cap and long sleeve shirt came off. Their clothes left a distinct trail from the door to the bed. Anything that remained on their body when they reached the bed was quickly discarded amid a flurry of deep kisses and wandering hands.

The two were on the bed now, writhing against one another. Wet slick slits sliding eagerly and gently against one another. Blanc was straddling on top of Vert, and both girls were letting out long and heavy sighs, dripping with lustful intent. Each one whimpering slightly as their artificial sex collided with the other and every time there was an intense shock of pure erotic energy that coursed through them. Their programming adjusting itself to maximize the amount of pleasurable data they were processing. Each one worked slightly differently, and their programming interpreted and adjusted accordingly.

Blanc’s eyes were closed and her mouth open, a fresh groan of abject pleasure rolling out of the speaker assembly inside of her throat. The sound filled the space and reverberated off of the walls, reaching Vert’s sensitive audio receptors in an instant. The sound triggered a new response from Blanc, who’s hands rose from where they were clutching the sheets to grip Vert’s larger breasts. The artificial skin conformed to Blanc’s fingers as she fondled her lover and eventually found their way to Vert’s nipples. Once there Blanc couldn’t help but toy with them, earning her another squeal of pleasure from her lover.

Chloe’s operating system had demagnetized the initial locking mechanisms all over her body, allowing her to easily tug off a limb or open a panel to gain easier access to her internal workings. The cleaning kit had a number of fine brushes. She had already detached her left arm at the shoulder and was working the bush into the more delicate parts inside of the joint connector. She had just reconnected her arm and was standing up straight, readying herself to clean one of the most delicate and intimate parts of her body.

Her vaginal module had been demagnetized already, and her software had just disengaged the physical locks on it. Chloe took a step forward, spreading her legs and squatting down to allow the robotic module to easily slide out of her body and into her hands. She, however, did not account for the amount of water still remaining on the floor of the shower.

As her foot came down, there was simply not enough friction to fully allow her to remain balanced.

Chloe tumbled weirdly to the side, her body tumbling through the vinyl shower curtain and piling her onto the ground. The plastic rings holding up the shower curtain put up the smallest amount of resistance before being broken in a thousand different ways and sent them scattering across the bathroom floor.

Many of the locks on Chloe’s body detected the fall and instead of latching onto the remaining body parts, they were instead released to prevent further damage that would surely result in snapped supports and further damage. As she crashed to the floor, her arms snapped out to try and catch her as she fell, but even her lightning fast processor core was unable to switch from her cleaning routine into a rapid fall. With little grace she hit the ground and her arms twisted weirdly for a moment before detaching at the shoulder and tumbling away from her.

Likewise her head had been released, sending her cranium rolling some distance across the bathroom floor and spinning slightly in place before coming to rest, facing her body.

Her legs hadn’t been subject to the same forces as the rest of her body and managed to remain connected to her hips, though her vaginal module was already ejected. It poked out of her crotch some two inches, and wobbled for a moment before sliding back into the mounting rails inside of her pelvis, only to be pushed back out by the automatic ejection motors. Her hips were thrusting upwards as well, partially as a response to trying to get her footing, and partially because of a sudden loss of cohesive data.

Her foot moved up to the lip of the bathtub, attempting to push her body up, only to slip and fall back down. Her back was on the floor of the bathroom now, armless and headless. Her breasts gently flopping to either side of her torso and jiggling with every movement of her hips and legs.

Chloe remained like this for only a moment or two before the emergency settings in her operating system reengaged. She was programmed to snap back into her human emulation to allow her the greatest possible chance of removing herself from the situation without compromising her robotic nature further. This, however, had the opposite effect for her.

Vert’s hips ground hard into Blanc’s exposed and wet slit. Another rolling moan as another orgasm sequence loaded and executed. Both of them cried out in pleasure. It had been the same for the last three orgasms the pair had experienced, and each time they had simply ignored the ongoing alerts that had popped into their fields of vision. Soon the alerts became more obnoxious and needed to be manually dismissed.

Vert simply let the alerts pile up in her vision, choosing instead to focus on the pure pleasure her lover was bringing her. Blanc was a good girl and continued to close the alerts, but paid little attention to their meanings. Both robots knew there was no real problem with being alerted to how low their power cells were. They were laying on their inductive charging bed, even if they fully ran out of power, the bed would detect the lack of call back from their short range wireless and begin recharging them, slowly, but surely.

As the last orgasm flared up and a small spurt of synthetic lubricants was shared in the space between the two, the final shreds of power left their power cells. The room fell suddenly silent. There were no more moans, no more slick slapping of artificial flesh against one another, and no more lewd sounding moans of carnal pleasures. Blanc’s body held itself upright for a moment, not because of any kind of lock in her joints or lingering motor control, but simply because as the power was cut she managed to be balanced in place for a short time. The lingering position of the motors in her hips, however, would soon give out. The gentle whine as the multitude of small motors protested to being forced into movement sounded through the space as Blanc gently fell forward, her face landing squarely between Vert’s breast, leaving both powered down androids on the bed.

The inductive charger kicked on and began to gradually push power into their empty power cells, though it would take hours before they had reached an acceptable level to reactivate and resume functionality. For the time being, they waited, powered down and locked in a sensual, if not slightly comical, position on the bed together.

Chloe blinked rapidly, a clear indication that her operating system was chugging through a number of different processes and commands all at once. Eventually her human emulation software fully engaged itself as a means of self preservation, though she was unable to establish a connection to her body as the operating system that controlled her torso and limbs was overwhelmed with processes and continued to crash.

As Chloe looked at her own body, rhythmically humping the air, her own vagina ejecting and then clicking back into place over and over, she had the dawning realization of what she was. The revelation came with a cascade of other thoughts. She rationalized why she couldn’t be a robot, but the evidence was right there. Her neck ended in a mounting post and a chrome plated latch, nearly identical to the one in the other six android girls she owned.

Her emulation software found it overwhelming. The whole intention behind the sleeper style programming she had was to purposely obfuscate robotic tendencies. It was the code that generated log files that clearly showed that she had taken a full shower, when in reality she had shut off the water and scrubbed herself inside and out with specific robotic tools. It was the same block of code that would tell her she fell asleep only to wake up ten minutes later and walk to the bathroom to empty the food storage tank inside of her belly and replace fluids inside of her chassis.

Looking at irrefutable proof that she wasn't a human girl, but rather another machine like Vert and Blanc in the other room, or Noire and Neptune in the shop. Her programming attempted to cover those instances, to logic out some kind of explanation for what she was seeing, but there was no denying it. Her operating system ground to a halt as it tried to make sense of what she was seeing and in that instance, she found herself swallowed by darkness, though only for a second as her cranium module rebooted.

Chloe came back online, flashes of errors and logs scrolling past her field of vision, but it was information that was only for her OS, her higher functioning AI never saw it. Then as her human emulation booted again, she was treated to the same view as before. Her headless torso writing, half in and half out of the bathtub, her feminine sex ejecting and displaying the mechanisms below it and then sliding back in. She blinked again, and this time her human emulation software simply gave up on trying to make sense of it all, instead it set a reminder to have the memories purged once she was repaired.

“V- Vert…Blanc…Help!”

Chloe shouted, her voice tinted with a sense of panic and desperation. Her human emulation demanded that she make sense of all of this, but there was still a part of her that subtly reveled in the idea that she was a robot too. That she was every bit as programmed..as mechanical and robotic as her lovers.

“Vert!... Blanc!... Anyone?”

Chloe’s words rang through the house, even reaching Vert and Blanc’s room, but the two powerless gynoids were still recharging and never responded…Chloe stammered for a moment and had a dawning realization. After a full day of work she was likely low on power too, though she had no way to monitor it and no way to recharge herself. Her eyes widened in horror at the thought of powering down like this and having to wait to be found.

Chloe called for help again and again, the speaker assembly in her throat echoing the words through the house. She wasn’t tracking how long she lay there, but she soon saw her own body starting to slow. Its movements becoming jerky and imprecise. Soon the movements slowed to nothing and she watched her own body stop moving and slump awkwardly. Her eyes remained open as the last bits of power triggered a shutdown sequence. Absolutely everything was taken offline save for a single processor unit and her audio receptors. She would only reactivate once the girls came home, and even then Chloe had no idea what state she might be in…

Noire and Neptune looked at one another and nodded. They wanted to enjoy their evening, just the two of them and the subtle stillness of the closed cafe. No one to bother them, no one to join in. Just them and their new sister units.

Each one powered on their sister unit and waited, unsure of how long the boot sequence would take. They knew their own took almost no time at all, but the first boot would require a sweep of all their systems, ensuring that everything was well and in place and ready for use. Nepgear was the first to fully power on. Her eyes clicked open and she smiled. The glassy eyeballs swiveling left and right before locking onto Neptune’s face.

“Hi! I’m NepGear, you’re all new console girl! Do you want to play some games?”

Noire looked up from her patient stair and Uni and looked to Nepgear then to Neptune.

“Oh no..” she murmured, “they’re only running their base configurations.” Noire commented.

“Just means we get to update them!” Neptune cheerfully replied and stood up, before offering a hand to her sister android. She hauled Nepgear to her feet and Neptune began gently guiding her out of the storage room.

“We’ll be in the gaming room if you need us.” Neptune giggled before disappearing out the door and into the cafe.

The gaming room was clean, and the long couch would do perfectly well for Neptune’s plans. The soundproof foam on the walls and lack of windows made privacy an non-issue and the dim and atmospheric light set the perfect mood.

Neptune smirked at Nepgear, her eyes roaming over her new toy’s form. Her long legs, wrapped in the same pale blue and white stockings that Neptune wore, disappeared under a short but cute skirt. The oversized boots, the baby blue hair, and even the D-pad hair clips. All of it was a mimicry of Neptune’s aesthetic, not that she minded. The overall look lent itself to making Nepgear look cute, verging on innocently adorable, but there was a hint of a more mature and frankly sensual underpinning to her look. She looked like the kind of girl who people could bring home to mom and dad and then give you the time of their life in bed.

Looks aside, there needed to be programming in place to make those things happen. For now, Nepgear was little more than a pretty wrapper around some impressive hardware with only the most basic of programming. She had a personality core, but it wasn’t being utilized for anything more than simply playing video games.

Neptune wasted very little time. She had been cramming all of the add on programming that Chloe had installed over the last few months into a singular file. There were operating system updates, new personality modifications, new blocks of code to handle a number of situations that weren’t exactly niche, but were definitely something that Chloe and her girls got into more often than not. It was an intense amount of additional code, but that was fine, they had plenty of time, and it would give Vert and Blanc and probably Chloe too, more than enough time to themselves.

Once the data had been copied to a high speed drive inside of Neptune’s body, it was time to move the data. She unzipped her jacket and pulled it apart, exposing her own cleavage for only a moment before her breasts jiggled just a little and a drive bay ejected from between her feminine globes. Normally her, or her user, would insert a game disk and start playing games, but a little known addition to the robot's configuration was the drive slot just above the disk tray. It was never fully ejected and even set in slightly deeper and out of sight.

Slotted into Neptune’s drive bay was a high speed external drive, currently crammed full of additional programs. She reached into her own open chest port and tugged it free before letting the disk drive slide closed with a subtle whirr.

“Here you go, open your drive bay and install everything on here.”

Neptune held out the drive to her sister unit whose head tilted down and blankly looked at the drive. Her optics scanned it and then took it before pulling open her own top and ejecting a similar drive bay from between her own breasts and inserting the drive into the waiting slot there.

For a long while Nepgear simply blinked, not in the same random pattern as before, but at a measured two and a half seconds, every time. She was clearly processing a lot of information and installing a lot of data. At a certain point she vaguely announced that she was rebooting before her head dipped forward, chin resting on her chest and her eyes unfocusing. It was about this point that Neptune began to bounce in her seat. She had done so well at being patient, but she knew it wouldn’t be long now and couldn’t contain her excitement much more.

Noire took a much more methodical approach to the process of updating her sister unit. Much like Neptune and Nepgear, Uni’s default outfit showed similarities to Noire’s in color scheme only. While Noire’s skirt and dark accent combo meant she had long, dark stockings and an overly elaborate combination corset and flowing tails. Uni sported significantly shorter stockings, stopping just below the knees, though still the same bark fabric. Instead of a corset over a white skirt, she simply had a dress and skirt combo. Their hair colors and styles were almost identical though.

With her long dark hair pulled up into a pair of pigtails on either side of her head and held in place by ribbons. Though it was ultimately shorter than Noire’s it was clear why these two would be mistaken as sisters. They made an adorable duo.

Noire had actually downloaded the technical data on her sister unit and found that there was a recommendation to use the remote control interface for most of the tasks that Noire would need to do. It was a simple download and Noire had no problems with downloading it and installing it directly into her own operating system. As the installation finished a small prompt appeared in her field of vision, asking for the usual confirmations. Making sure that the app had access to her wireless systems, that she accepted the end user license agreement, and that she understood the risks of using the program. She was fine with confirming all of the prompts, even without reading them, as they came directly from the factory, and the digital signatures on them were already confirmed to be safe.

In an instant Noire’s vision was filled with a nearly overwhelming amount of additional information. Statistics about Uni were splashed across her field of view, a gently rotating wireframe of her body, and a read out of a number of data points. Noire felt her processors sizing up for a moment as the data was pulled in from Uni, compiled, and displayed. She twitched once, as if she had just been suddenly startled, and then shook her head. She began to close unneeded windows, each one asking if she would like to set her configuration as the default. Which she eagerly confirmed once she had pared down the raw splash of all the information.

Once she had that under control she was able to easily see Uni again, and this time she could see what software, exactly, her little sister unit was running. The operating system version was displayed at the top of a list, and below it there wasn’t much. Nothing fun at least. Noire was no expert, but it looked like there were just driver handlers, system files and processes, and nothing else. She aimed to change that.

Noire activated the remote power on sequence and watched as the list of running processes changed in a flurry of wild activity. Software started only to be pushed down quickly by other programs loading and executing. Soon a program called ‘main.pfl’ started loading and for the first time in nearly a minute, wasn’t pushed down the list. In fact it remained at the top of the order indefinitely. Once loaded other programs below it loaded and Noire saw that they were assigned more statistics like memory usage and CPU utilization, and the “main” program took up the most.

Uni sat up and smiled at Noire, pushing herself up to a standing position and dusting herself off. Once stable though, she just…stood there. She was smiling vaguely at nothing and no one in particular, her body barely moved save for the gentle sway of remaining balanced and her blinking coming in small random intervals. Noire idly wondered if that was how she looked when she had first come online on the factory floor.

Pushing those processed thoughts from her digital mind, Noire got to work connecting remotely to Uni and then pushing a large number of programs and custom configurations to her. It took a long time, and all the while Noire simply stood there, almost afraid to utilize her CPU for anything but copying and remotely executing files and new configurations. The pair were perfectly still, looking like two sisters, staring off into oblivion while millions of lines of code whizzed between them.

Similarly Nepgear and Neptune were locked in an unmoving position. Nepgear was running and installing everything on the external drive that jutted from her opened chest. Neptune had little else to do so she instead simply sat by and waited. At first she would idly twirl her sister unit’s hair, or glance at her chest and even go as far as to trace her finger along the soft curves of her breast. With no response from Nepgear though, there wasn’t much excitement in it. Eventually Neptune just sat still, her elbows resting on her knees, her face resting gently on her hands.

Noire blinked once, hard, as a request from Uni popped into her field of vision. There was an alert that the media needed for an install was missing. Noire furrowed her brow and looked at the request and giggled. It was the install media for some of the upgrades that Chloe had bought online. Noire remembered that they came on small chips and slotted into a tray behind her ear. Closing her eyes for a moment and sending a command to eject the tray caused a small, metallic ping that she was sure only she heard. Her ear popped out of her head just a little. Noire brought her hand up and pulled the tray out and began pulling the small, delicate chips out of the tray there before closing it again. She knew that once the program had been installed that she could just leave the chips on Chloe’s desk for her next purchases.

Noire looked at Uni and was about to look for a way to manually open her ear tray, or maybe order her to do it. She, however, saw the pop up in her field of vision and noticed that there was an option to “open tray.” She smirked and activated that option. Uni’s ear tray immediately ejected from the side of her head, and Noire only had to tuck her hair out of the way a little as she slotted the chips into place. Smiling, she pushed the tray back in, being sure to keep Uni’s hair out of the way until it was locked in place. Once closed, Uni resumed the installation process.

Nepgear was the first to show signs that she had completed the updates. She had rebooted a number of times during the whole process, all the while leaving the disk tray in her chest open. Soon though, she rebooted and her eyes slipped closed, then moments later they opened again and Nepgear smiled. This time, though, it wasn’t the kind of vague, pre-programmed facial expression. This one seemed far more genuine. Neptune noted that her body seemed to relax a bit, like it wasn’t so stiff. The coup de grace to this was that she deftly moved a hand to her chest and plucked the drive from its slot, then using just one finger, managed to seductively close the tray between her breasts.

With it locked in place, Nepgear, once again, looked like a normal human woman. Petite, adorable, dressed in cosplay that looked like it had been rumpled around her chest, and smiling. She gracefully moved forward, leaning fully over Neptune’s lap to gently place the drive on the small side table next to Neptune. Either intentionally or not, Nepgear’s moderately sized chest managed to press into Neptune as she passed and then again as she returned to her sitting position on the couch.

“Hi..I’m NepGear, you’re all new console girl! Do you want to play some games?”

The way she said the same words from her first boot, but with a different, darker, huskier tone, was more than enough to let Neptune know what was about to happen here.

“Of course.” Neptune replied, her voice dropping down into a low tone as well, dark like smoked glass and dripping with lewd intent.

Neptune and Nepgear wasted little time undressing one another. They were machines, and efficient at what they did. Stripping out of their complicated looking outfits was made easier when your fingers were driven by precision hardware and effectively programmed software. Both girls were, in an instant, completely bare before one another.

Their lips met, wet and hungry for one another. The artificial saliva kept their mouths and articulated tongues feeling real, warm, and welcoming. Their mouths danced against one another and it was difficult to hear which one of them started the gentle whimpers first, but soon both of them were wrapped in a lustful embrace with one another.

Nepgear was the first to break the kiss, bringing only the smallest of disappointed whimpers to Neptune, but it was quickly replaced with a new sound of abject pleasure as Nepgear captured Neptune’s nipple in her mouth and let her robotic tongue flick over it. Soon it stiffened in her mouth, which was when Neptune found out just how relentless her sister was. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it, then swirled around it before pulling back just enough to let her teeth scrape over it and then dive back in. Neptune accepted the pleasure and let her head fall back, her mouth hanging open as the vocal processors inside of her generated sounds of love and lust.

Neptune did her part as well, letting her hands roam over Nepgear’s bare back, letting her nails scratch along the fake pale flesh. Once done she moved them around, groping at Nepgear’s breasts and finding them with ease. She squeezed them, toying with her sister’s nipples until they too were perky and firm.

Seemingly in response, Nepgear’s hand found its way to Neptune’s waiting folds. They were ready for Nepgear and already slick with synthetic juices. Nepgear found no resistance as she slipped two fingers into her sister, drawing another long, keening moan from Neptune. Her operating system was in a flurry of activity, running a number of sexual programs, preferences and configuration files to maximize the amount of pleasure that she was receiving but a number of scenarios where she too could please her sister.

In the end though, Neptune resigned herself to settle back into simply letting Nepgear pleasure her. She could reciprocate once the new robotic girl had finished, until then though, she lay back on the couch, letting the soft cushions cradle her head and letting Nepgear run the fresh sensual programming.

Eventually Nepgear tore herself away from Neptune’s breasts, and began leaving a warm trail of kisses down her belly, with a clear intention. Made even more clear as her hands fell to Neptune’s knees and gently, but firmly, spread her sister’s legs. There was only a brief glance shared between the two robots before Nepgear moved further down.

Noire, meanwhile, saw a similar activation as Uni smirked at her upon rebooting.

“My my, what’s all this additional programming for, hmm?”

Uni’s silky smooth voice washed over Noire as she took a step forward, invading Noire’s space. Uni’s hand caressed her robotic sister’s cheek. It was clear to Noire that there was a certain degree of flirting as the full sexual suite loaded itself into cached memory and started running. It made for a very human-like experience, but that was the problem, it was only like a human. Noire was an android, and she knew it, and moreover, knew how to manually start her own software.

She moaned softly as she sent a command sizzling through the network of fiber optics and copper wiring inside of her. The command from her operating system streaked directly into her processor core, called up the necessary programming, and executed it immediately. Her hips hummed softly as the pumps there gently moistened herself and her skin tingled with anticipation. She would get her pleasure too, but Noire was more focused on making sure that Uni was the first of the pair to execute an orgasm tonight.

Noire stepped into Uni and brought her lips up to her sister. While she did, Noire ran a piece of software on Uni’s system, forcing a block of coe to take priority and execute ahead of schedule. Uni twitched once or twice as the programming forced its way into her processor core but responded immediately. Her hands flew to Noire’s head and pulled her tightly into a deep and passionate kiss. Their robotic tongues tangled together in a beautiful dance of erotic delights. Noire’s hands were free to roam over Uni, but her own operating system decided to wrap her arms around the petite android and pull their bodies together. Noire’s hands found their way to Uni’s rear end and squeezed her cheeks, simultaneously pushing Uni’s crotch against Noire’s.

The small storage room filled with soft sighs and pleasured moans in a short span. Noire let Uni kiss her for a few moments more before she saw the next programming set load itself and she knew what to expect. Uni broke the kiss with her lips but began leaving a trail of kisses down Noire’s throat and to her upper chest. As she did so, Noire bunched up Uni’s skirt around her rear and gave herself enough of a grip on it to start pulling the garment off of her little sister unit.

Uni accepted this move and giggled as the pair awkwardly struggled for a moment to get her out of it, but once done it was tossed aside, leaving Uni completely nude. SHe looked down at herself, blushing slightly, but panting in anticipation.

Noire saw this and smirked, smoothly lowering herself to her knees in front of Uni, placing her hand on the other android’s belly and pushing her back just a little. She knew the balance programming would take over and Uni fell back against the shipping box that she had arrived in. Yelping only slightly, it put Noire perfectly into position to spread Uni’s legs wide and expose her perfectly smooth artificial sex.

Noire was already running her sexual programming modules and she could see that Uni’s processors were sprinting to keep up. Just the way Noire wanted this to be. Fast and frantic and filled with desire.

She leaned in to Uni’s exposed pussy and let her tongue do the work. She was lapping vigorously at Uni’s folds they hadn’t yet moistened themselves, but Noire could feel the subtle vibrations inside of her hips and knew that the juices were flowing. Noire’s hands curled around her lover and pulled her hips firmly against her mouth and she suckled on the ever moistening lips. Uni’s head fell back and she groaned, filling the small storage room with sexual songs.

With hips bucking and her head falling back in a cry of pleasure, Uni accepted Noire’s advances and started to truncate the processes that she would normally be running. It became clear to her higher level A.I. that Noire was in control and all she needed to do was settle back into a good rhythm, letting her hips gyrate in slow, sensual movements that only served to enhance her pleasure.

Noire was relentless, driving her tongue deep inside of Uni and tickling the robotic girl’s clitoral bulb. She flicked her tongue up and down, left and right, exploring the inner walls of the vaginal assembly that Uni had been configured with. There would usually be a series of events and triggers that would cause an android like Uni or Noire to progress in the sexual dance. Noire knew it well, she and Chloe, or Neptune, or any combination of the other women in her existence would engage with. She also knew how to side step those triggers to either keep her lover on edge, or shove them cleanly over it.

She wasn’t sure she wanted Uni to cum into her mouth just yet, but that time was coming. She wanted Uni to feel like it was an earned experience, and with the added bonus of seeing what, exactly, was being loaded and about to execute, it wasn’t a challenge to either manually stop the process, or pull back on her movements to let Uni’s software naturally come down.

As Noire pulled back, smiling, and smearing her lips clean of Uni’s juices, she heard her sister squeak in a combination of disappointment and excitement.

“Wh- why’d you stop?” Uni asked through deep breaths of air that her systems demanded to help cool the furiously hot processors.

“Because you’re not ready yet. Neither am I.” Noire purred and leaned back against the door, spreading her legs, hiking her skirt up, and exposing her own glistening sex.

In response Uni’s smug little smile returned and she crawled forward, driving her face into Noire’s slit. She moved a hand to her own sex and swirled two fingers around her entrance until Noire manually stopped her. There was another squeak, but Uni was forced to comply.

Neptune, meanwhile, was delighting in letting Nepgear eat her out with reckless abandon. Her head was pressed into the soft cushions on the couch with Nepgear’s head buried between her thighs. She had moved two fingers up and pushed them inside of Neptune and thrust them in and out in rapid succession as her tongue went to work. Neptune was more than happy to let her lover continue to pleasure her over and over. She had started by truncating the orgasm process a few times, but eventually just let it happen.

She had cried out in pleasure as her slit was filled with a sudden surge of synthetic lubricants. Her hips bucked into Nepgear’s face. That didn’t stop her sister though. Once the first orgasm had come and gone, she began anew, driving herself back into place and letting her wet, warm tongue back into Neptune. This time Neptune placed her hands on Nepgear’s head and forced it hard against her crotch and in return found herself grinding her folds against Nepgear’s mouth.

All the while Nepgear was driving her other hand deep inside of her own slick pussy. So much so that generous runnels of her own synthetic fluid were running along her hand and dripping onto the tile floor while another ran down the inside of her shapely thighs. SHe didn’t stop, she wouldn’t, not until her user was fully satisfied or ordered her to stop, and Neptune appeared to be happy to let that time come far in the future.

Neptune found herself, once again, loading a command sequence to execute another rolling orgasm. She let it load and play out before releasing Nepgear. She sat back, smiling eagerly and Neptune took the opportunity to pounce on her sister. The two android’s tumbled to the ground and Neptune pinned her sister in place. Her own systems running wild. She leaned down and kissed Nepgear deeply, the pair swapping artificial saliva and the last remnants of Neptune’s artificial juices. Neptune moved down Nepgear’s body, stopping only briefly to suckle on her nipples before moving down to begin tonguing her sister's clit. She had had her fill of sexual fulfillment and it was time to repay the favor.

Noire was on the verge of an orgasm, and her A.I. contemplated simply letting it happen. She was also stubborn enough to not compromise what she had set out to do.

Noire pulled back and earned another small whimper from Uni. Noire simply crouched down and scooped up her sister and utilized the incredible strength her mechanical body afforded her. She lifted Uni up and leaned back to maintain balance, while also settling her sister’s crotch in front of her face. She began lapping and licking her way around the wet folds and diving deep inside of her once again. Uni found herself raised, almost, to the ceiling and placed her hands on it to help stabilize the pair.

It wasn’t long before the sensual tension inside of Uni once again rose to levels high enough to warrant an orgasm, and Noire knew it. She saw the programming load and simply let it happen. She felt Uni’s hips humming and vibrating slightly as the pumping systems inside of her filled her slit with synthetic cum and Noire ate it up. Uni cried out as Noire continued to lick and kiss and lap and eat at the pussy in front of her for long moments past when Uni’s orgasm had executed. Eventually, though, Noire gingerly lowered her sister and lover to the ground. Uni found her legs shaky and it was only natural for her to drop to her knees, but that only put her at the perfect level to finish what she too had started.

Uni leaned in and shoved Noire’s skirt out of the way and disappeared in between Noire’s creamy thighs. She was once again engaged in tasting every last bit of Noire. Her mouth clamped over Noire’s entrance and eagerly ate her out with a ravenous hunger. Noire could only press her palms into the door behind her for stability as her little sister devoured her pussy. It didn’t take long for Noire to join Uni in a string of long and luxurious moans of deep pleasure. Soon both girls were crumpled on the ground, leaning against the door, both panting in response to their CPU’s heat tolerance levels.

Uni leaned her head on Noire’s shoulder and cooed softly as the gentle afterglow of post coital lust faded from her systems. Both were flushed a deep red and heat radiated from their bodies. Nepgear and Neptune were similarly cuddled up, tangled in one another arms as the intense sexual encounter faded from their processors. Sweet and gentle kisses sounded in the room as both pairs of robots cooled down.

The evening was winding down, and they all knew that there would be a need to return home before Chloe began to worry. The shop itself needed only a little more cleaning, particularly the mess that Noire and Uni had made. With the kind of programmed diligence that only a robot could offer, the four girls came together and had the cafe cleaned and ready for the next day in only a few minutes. They left through the back door, locking it up and then beginning to journey home. While they waited for the bus to trundle them across town, the four giggled and shared small glances with one another. Noire sent a wireless message to Neptune with a link to the software she had been using with Uni, and Neptune could only reply with a message asking if it would work on Noire as well. She didn’t get a reply.

The bus came some fifteen minutes later and the girls presented their annual passes and Noire dug into her purse for the necessary change to pay for a ticket for Uni and Nepgear. Once their fares were paid the four girls were presented with an empty bus. They paired off and sat in seats facing one another and continued to giggle and chat until their stop. It was another three blocks before they got home, and even after the nearly twenty minute bus ride neither Noire nor Neptune had heard back from Chloe.

It didn’t cause them any worry, there were plenty of things around their little house that could distract Chloe to the point that she wouldn’t immediately respond. Especially a quick text about heading home after cleaning. Though, Noire and Neptune certainly expected something before they got home. It was already late, past ten o'clock and they both found it a little difficult to think that Chloe wouldn't have at least checked in on them.

The house was dark and quiet when Noire used her spare key to let the gaggle of robotic girls into the house.

“Chloe?” Neptune called.

There was a sort of gurgling and whining sound coming from the bathroom. Noire and Neptune glanced at one another for only a moment before darting through the house.

Chloe still lay on the ground. Her body wasn’t moving at all and her crotch had ejected one last time and came to rest some two inches out of her body. The motors unable to pull it back in or push it out any further.

Chloe’s head was barely running on the last vapors of her remaining power. Her eyes moved, slightly, and with a twitching click. Her mouth opened and a sound issued forth, but it wasn’t words, or even an error message. It was just that same strange gurgling noise, just a random bit of sound. It was definitely Chloe’s voice, though her tone seemed deeper and sluggish. Neptune looked from Chloe to Noire and then back.

“What- what do we do?” Neptune asked.

“Call Socket, she should know what to do.” Noire replied.

Noire took the time to drag Chloe out of the tub and lay her down on the floor of the bathroom. She was careful not to put too much pressure or weight on any singular part of Chloe’s frame. She gingerly gathered the parts together and hoped that there would be hope for her. SHe didn’t know a lot about the internal workings of android’s, especially sleeper style android’s like Chloe..but she knew water and exposed electronics weren’t a great mixture.

Neptune came bounding into view, phone still in hand.

“Socket said to pat her down with towels and use a hair dryer to try and dry out as much of her internal workings as possible. She can’t come now, she’s recharging or she would, but she’ll be here first thing in the morning.”

Noire nodded and Neptune skirted around Chloe’s naked and disassembled form to get the hair dryer from under the skin. While she did, Noire ordered Uni and Nepgear to gather as many towels as they could and bring them to Noire.

Within a few moments, Noire, Nepgear, and Uni were gently patting Chloe’s body dry, wadding up towels and putting them under her to try and dry off her back without fully flipping Chloe over. Neptune took to drying off Chloe’s head. Once the external moisture had been wicked up by the towels, Noire turned on the hair dryer and pointed it into Chloe’s exposed throat. The hot air began to seep from her slightly parted mouth and nostrils. Noire kept it there for several long minutes until she was sure that the heat would start doing more harm than good. She turned the hair dryer on the exposed portion of Chloe’s neck that led into her torso. She gently moved the hair dryer in small circles, attempting to get the hot air flowing in and around the parts inside of her.

Noire and Neptune sat there with their owner for upwards of an hour. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Neptune dismissed Nepgear and Uni to go plug themselves in and begin recharging. After an hour passed, Neptune finally spoke, muttering that they probably got everything as dry as they could, and all they could do was wait for Socket. Noire reluctantly agreed, and hesitantly turned off the hair dryer.

They sat silently for another ten minutes, just looking down at their owner. A woman that they both knew was an android, and had known for a long time, but it broke something inside of them to see her damaged like this. Each one wondering what it might be like, the terror, panic, and uncertainty of learning you’re a robot only because of an accident. Seeing yourself exposed and unable to get help must have been hard on her.

They slowly rose, leaving Chloe on the floor and retreating to the inductive charging bed. They moved Vert and Blanc to one side, leaving them as they were. Neptune smiled at the pair, seeing that they, at least, had powered down doing what they loved.

Noire crawled into bed and Neptune lay down next to her. For once it was Noire who pulled Neptune into an embrace, holding her until both of them powered down for the evening to recharge, locked in a tangle of arms with one another.

Vert, Blanc, Noire, Neptune, and the two new girls, Uni and Nepgear all reactivated after a night of recharging at the same time. Early in the morning when their pre-programmed alarms sounded internally. Noire and Neptune peeked back into the bathroom where Chloe lay still. Her head disconnected from her body, eyes open wide, pasted with fear and anxiety, her mouth still open in her last cries for help.

Neptune explained to Vert and Blanc what had happened the night before and both were surprised to learn that Chloe was also an android. They were completely flabbergasted at the notion that they had been owned by another machine this whole time, though they also began to imagine what life might be like if Chloe knew what she was.

Once the realization dawned on all of them, there was a moment where the four original girls had much the same thought.

What if Chloe knew what she was?

The gentle knock on the front door to the house tore them all from that very train of thought, letting it linger in their stored memory. Vert skipped to the door and opened it, revealing a woman in her mid to late twenties, baggy parachute pants that were tinted an orange red, like rust stood there. She smiled and didn’t bother to be asked if she would come inside. The girls were all too familiar with Socket. She was a friend of Chloe’s and a local android mechanic. The dawning realization that Socket had likely done repairs on all of them, and maybe even on Chloe, brought back a fresh taste of their previous thoughts.

Behind Socket was another figure. Tall, feminine, and well muscled. She was wearing a tell tale blue qipao, the opaque brown leggings and her hair pulled up into dumplings on the side of her head. Another android that the girls were familiar with. The android with Socket was specifically designed to look, speak, and act like the fighter from a number of popular fighting games. The Chun-Li looking android even went as far as to answer to the game character's name, and on occasion made appearances at the Gigabyte cafe alongside Chloe’s girls for special events.

She was the property of Socket and today she was utilizing the strong, muscular build to haul a heavy plastic case, presumably filled with tools, gadgets, and accessories intended to make repairing a machine like Chloe that much easier.

Both women walked into the house and exchanged pleasantries with Vert and the other girls as they stood in the entryway. Noire, who had been nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as they waited for Socket to arrive, was the first to beckon the mechanic into the bathroom.

Once socket turned the corner and looked in on Chloe she let a small whistle out followed by the remaining air inside of her own chassis seeping out through her nostrils. She bent down and looked at her friend. Lovingly running her fingers through Chloe’s hair and gently shaking her head.

“I had no idea.” Socket muttered. “If I had I would have told one of you, so you could keep an eye on her.”

Noire and Neptune shared a fleeting glance, and then a pang of simulated guilt. Maybe they should have been here for Chloe.

“I don’t think she’s out of commission.” Socket assured them as she picked up Chloe’s head and rotated it to allow her a better look into the exposed electronics inside of her friend’s neck joint. Chun-Li had set down the tool chest and Socket clicked it open and quickly dug out a flashlight. Within only a matter of a few minutes Socket had visually inspected Chloe’s neck and head for signs of lingering moisture and damage. Of which there appeared to be none.

“Well the good news is that it looks like Chloe’s gonna pull through just fine, but there’s going to have to be some changes.”

The girls all exchanged a look before turning back to Socket.

“She’s seen herself as an android now. I suspect that she had a lot of time to internalize that, since she was in that state until her batteries ran out. Stuff like that changes your programming, it gets ingrained there and it’s not easy to trim out.”

“What if we didn’t trim it out?” Noire asked, earning her a glance from everyone in the room. “What if we just let her know what she was?”

“That’s also an option.” Socket confirmed, “But, there are changes there too. Her core programming has her set as a human, and it’s not like just flipping a switch.”

Socket sighed.

“The high and low of it is that one way or another we are going to have to do some work on Chloe’s programming, and if it were up to me, I would suggest allowing her some limited access to know what she is.”

“How limited?” Blanc asked.

“Limited in that she will know what she is, but only under certain circumstances. It’s kind of like a digital boundary. When she’s in a certain place or under certain circumstances she will be able to know what she is, otherwise she will act human. It’s sort of a hybrid option. It allows her to keep her fundamental core programming with a little more flexibility.”

The group of robotic girls exchanged concerned glances.

“If I might make a suggestion.” Socket offered, “setting up something like a boundary around the house is a good start. When she leaves the house, she will think she’s just regular old Chloe, a human girl with six robot companions. Once she walks past that threshold and into the house she will know she’s a robot. As long as it wouldn’t compromise her human persona, she would be able to talk openly about what she was, and more importantly, send service calls to me and power herself down if there was an issue like what happened last night.”

It was that last piece that seemed to resonate with all present members.

Noire spoke up after a poignant moment of silence.

“So..I installed a controller app in my system, Neptune too, we used it to monitor Nepgear and Uni when we activated them. Would that work with Chloe too?”

Socket’s eyebrows seemed to raise and she smirked.

“As long as you don’t use it to order her around while she is acting fully human, I don’t see any issues.”

And so it was settled. SOcket let them know that she would need to spend a good chunk of the day working on Chloe’s code, making some repairs to her, and likely run updates on her software and generally get her back into working order. In the meantime, the girls decided that running the Cafe was all on them for the day.

Socket and Chun-Li worked tirelessly through the repair process. Socket ended up detaching and more thoroughly inspecting the hardware inside of both of Chloe’s neck sections. It was an arduous task to detach the skin from the components and pull them out, but it was well worth it. Once she was sure that there would be no issues with reassembling her she settled down into rewriting Chloe’s code.

The majority of the code base was stored on a number of drives inside of Chloe’s chest, which Socket was thankful for. She dreaded having to reactivate her friend's head and try to explain what was happening while modifying who she was on a fundamental level. As it was, she could simply activate the body, keep it plugged in to power, but interrupt the full boot sequence, leaving the chassis online, but not thinking or feeling like it was a person.

The programming was the core of Socket’s work, and it took hours. Setting the geo-boundary around the house was a pain simply because she needed to hone in on the latitude and longitude of the location then pace around the house, transmitting GPS data to a reader and then take that data and feed it to Chloe’s operating system.

Once done though, the remaining code base was a tedious slog through millions of lines of code, finding and replacing key blocks of programming with a modified version of what Socket had developed herself. There were tests, verifications, and simulated boot scenarios to help debug some of it and troubleshoot what she had installed, but as Vert and Blanc returned home from the early shift at work, Socket proudly announced that she was almost done.

Reattaching Chloe’s head to her body was only the first step. She was thankful for Vert and Blanc’s return because she was able to ask them to bring Chloe to their bedroom and lay her on the inductive charging bed.

“Ok.” Socket huffed, “let her recharge there for a little while. She should reboot all on her own and when she does she should be fully functional as an android. She should know what she is and since no one else is around, she should be able to admit that to you two. But, just to be safe, treat her like you always have and suggest something that Chloe as a human would do, but robot Chloe wouldn’t..like ask her if she’s thirsty or something.”

“Gotcha!” Blanc happily declared.

“If anything goes wrong, give me a call.” Socket said, and then packed her tools, laptop, supplies, and a myriad of miscellaneous equipment that had been scattered around the house. Then, she was gone, and the house was quiet again.

Vert and Blanc waited as patiently as they could. The bed was occupied or they would have whittled away their time with sex, but they remained vigilant, resorting instead to making out on the couch for upwards of an hour.

The sudden beep and sounds of confusion and movement from the master bedroom let them know that Chloe was awake, or rather, reactivated. They tore themselves away from one another and moved to meet Chloe.

“Hey Chloe.” Vert piped.

“Yeah, hey boss. Good nap?” Blanc asked.

Chloe tilted her head and looked at the two of them with a sort of confused expression.

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was recharging on your bed, I just don’t have any log about how I got there.”

“Oh, uh, I think you crashed and Socket came over and helped out and that’s how you got there?” Vert offered, her voice sounding completely unsure of the story she was telling.

“Makes sense, well, I’m gonna go plug in and recharge a bit more. If you need me I’ll be in my room.”

Vert and Blanc nodded at Chloe and watched her walk away from them, still completely naked from the shower the night before and unashamed of it. The smirk they shared once her door was closed was a delight and it only made them want to kiss each other harder.

That is until Chloe’s door opened back up.

“Wait, it’s just you two here?”

They nodded.

“Noire and Neptune should have been back by now, especially if they have those two new girls to help.” Chloe looked as if she were running calculations in her processor like brain. “Can you two go back to the cafe and make sure they aren’t just hiding in the gaming room fucking each other.”

Vert and Blanc nodded again, sighing only because they wanted more kisses, but doing as they were told.

Once at the cafe again, Vert and Blanc let themselves in through the backdoor and almost immediately knew that something was wrong. The space was filled with the sounds of distant gentle whining, like a mechanical motor resisting being moved and then a click as it snapped back into place. Vert and Blanc moved into the cafe and saw the door to the game room standing open, drawing a sigh from both girls.

They knew, somehow, that Chloe was right.

Pushing open the door further revealed all four of the robotic girls. They were tangled in a pile with one another. Noire was missing her head, and after a moment found that Nepgear was holding it between her legs. Which was one of the origins of the whining.

Nepgear’s legs were flexing and writhing on the ground, struggling to find purchase on the carpet as she jockeyed for every inch of Noire’s tongue. Nepgear was also fully bent over backwards, Her own tongue being used by Uni, who was kneeling on her face and sighing softly over and over again. Neptune, meanwhile, was on her knees, her rear end sticking up in the air and her face planted between Noire’s legs.

The room smelled of lust and sex.

It seemed, however, that there had been a number of failures as all four of the girls had spent, apparently, the last two hours fucking one another. There was only so much sexual code that could be run at one time, apparently.

Vert and Blanc only shook their heads and set to work, pulling apart the gaggle of powered down and half-working androids. Noire’s head was reattached to her body and Vert brought in a roll of paper towels to clean them up as they were separated. There was no shortage of slick juices around their naked bodies and on many of the surfaces. Once they were cleaned, dried, and reassembled, all it took was a simply forced shut down via holding down their individual power buttons, and then a restart.

The restart took several long minutes as it had to check the entire system for errors before reconciling them and loading all of the base operating system and then the layers of additional programming on top. Soon though they were all booted and looking up at Vert and Blanc, both of which were doing their best to look stern, disappointed, and frustrated, but all they accomplished was a look of jealousy and maybe a little wounded that they weren’t invited.

Sharing giggles and more than a few passionate kisses among getting dressed, the girls finished their duties. The cafe was once again cleaned, and closed, for the day. Locking up, the six girls headed back home where they easily settled into the bedroom for recharging.

The bed wasn’t nearly large enough for all six of them, though Noire, Uni, Vert and Blanc were happy to pile onto it as soon as they could. They were all huddled together, again tangled in one another’s arms. Neptune and Nepgear were perfectly happy to find a comfortable spot in the corner, leaning against one of the walls, Nepgear’s head resting lightly on Neptune’s shoulder as they plugged a cable into their charging port and drifted off into a low power mode.

Some time later, Noire’s eyes snapped open. Her internal clock told her it was nearly midnight. She had reactivated in response to a text message from Chloe. It simply asked her to come to Chloe’s room.

Noire slipped out of the bed, making sure not to disturb her sleeping sisters too much. She had changed into night time pajamas, which were little more than thin sweat pants and a tank top, so there was no rustling of tulle under her skirt or fabric to catch on anything she moved past in the darkness. She softly padded up to Chloe’s door then slowly turned the door handle and slipped inside before closing the door silently.

Chloe’s room was bathed in the deep blue of late night moonbeams. She was sitting up in her bed, drenched in the moonlight and looking at Noire. It lent her an eerie, but also somehow romantic light, like she was a sensual mysterious creature bidding Noire to come closer.

Noire did though.

She slipped into Chloe’s bed and sat next to her, both girls leaning their backs against the wall in silence.

“Thank you.” Chloe said at last.

“For what?”

“Taking care of me.”

Noire looked at her and blinked in the darkness. She could see the outline of Chloe’s head turn to her and could just barely make out her expression in the beams of light that filtered into the room. She could see that Chloe was dwelling on something.

‘You would have done the same for me.” Noire commented. “Do you..do you remember what happened? What really happened?”

“Yeah. I can read my log files now. I was deep cleaning myself and slipped and fell and broke.. Then my human emulation came online and… and then I lost power and stuff.” Chloe said.

“Yeah.” Noire muttered.

“Yeah.” Chloe replied.

There was silence again.

“You know, I get it now.” Chloe offered and Noire only tilted her head in confusion. “Why you, and Vert and Blanc and everyone take each other apart when you have sex. I always just thought it looked hot..but…but once you’ve had it happen to you.”

“It changes things a little, doesn’t it?” Noire spoke softly.

“Yeah.”

There was that silence again, but Noire knew this silence. Chloe was nothing if not faithful to how she was programmed. Noire had always thought it was just her personality, and was slightly more relieved to know that it was just a quirk of programming. This kind of silence was different, this was the kind of silence that Chloe would let hang in the air when she was embarrassed to ask for something because she thought it would be selfish.

The sound of Chloe sucking in a breath let Noire know she was about to speak.

“Do you think that…maybe…” Chloe trailed off.

“If I could do that with you now? Treat you like I treat Neptune. Or Blanc? Take you apart?” Noire completed the sentence for her.

Chloe looked at her and only nodded.

Noire moved quickly, with precision, like a robot should. Her hands were on Chloe’s cheeks, dragging her into a deep passionate kiss. Chloe returned the kiss in equal measures, letting her tongue glide into Noire’s mouth. Chloe found warm firm hands on her breasts, fondling them, toying with them. It felt amazing, even if it was nothing new. Chloe could only think of the drivers that were making her skin tingle just right, or what programs were loading to make her thighs rub together in anticipation. She knew she was a robot, and she was loving every little part of it.

Noire, let her sexual programs take over for the time being. She slipped into something akin to an autopilot mode while she started up her remote control app. She was greeted by pings from no less than six pings from robots in the area. Their names listed off for Noire, though only Chloe’s showed in red and marked as “unavailable.”

It didn’t matter, she wanted Uni, first though, she needed something from Chloe. She sent a temporary permission request to her owner, and Noire knew exactly when Chloe got it. The small gasp and then deep grumbling moan were enough to tell her that Chloe had gotten it. An instant later Chloe’s name showed as available.

The remote command was sent to Uni and she activated a remote control session, sending commands and instructions to her little sister. Come here. Take off your clothes. Prepare for sex. Each one met with a small chime of confirmation and moments later Uni entered the room, nude and hungry for carnal desires.

Chloe noticed, but didn’t seem to mind. Nor did she put up any kind of fight when Uni crawled into bed and placed a firm hand on Chloe’s shoulder, then another on her forearm. There was a twist, but instead of Chloe crying out in pain from the twist, she moaned softly as her arm disconnected from her shoulder, flooding the room with a wild array of colors from the status lights inside of her exposed body. Her detached arm twitching slightly as the last moments of data and power coursed through it and faded.

Noire went to work detaching Chloe’s other arm at the same time, leaving Chloe laying flat on the bed with no arms to push herself up. Nor did she have arms to stop Noire and Uni as they both came in and took turns making out with Chloe. While one kissed her deeply the other was gently undressing their owner. Dragging her clothes off of her and exposing the soft and supple flesh. Noire was the first to detach one of Chloe’s legs, letting it fall from her hands to the floor with a thump. As the latches on her leg disconnected there was a small whine and Chloe heard it and felt it and let the moan that was boiling in her chest escape.

Noire moved up and kissed Chloe and Uni took her turn to detach a limb from her owner, earning her another deep moan. CHloe delighted in the knowledge, but also the sight that she was just a head on a torso now. She could see the electronics in her shoulder and hips. She could feel it, and soon she felt something else. A pressure on her body that she hadn’t expected. Just above her feminine folds, Noire’s hand was there, pushing in on her skin. It didn’t hurt, but there was something there, something she hadn’t expected. She felt a click, then a tightness, then warmth. An instant later Noire’s thumb had penetrated deep inside of Chloe’s pussy and moved in and up, pressing into one final spot.

Ping

Chloe heard the sound and knew in an instant what it was, even before Noire pulled back and brought the full length of her sexual module out for Chloe to see. It glistened in the moonlight, partially from her own artificial juices and partially because of the shiny chrome plated length of the device. It ended in her soft pussy, surrounded by a bit of her own skin, but then ended in a long cylindrical device with fine tubing and an array of electronics on it.

Noire set it aside and smiled at Chloe. Her hands resting just behind Chloe’s face, her thumbs resting just beyond her jawline and her long slender fingers cradling the back of her head and neck. Chloe suddenly found her head turning sharply to one side. There was something inside of her that wanted to resist the movement, a deep fear of having her neck snapped and dying, like they did in the movies. That fear was instantly over ridden with the knowledge that she was an android. A machine. She couldn’t die from that. In fact, it was a necessary process to access more of her internal systems.

Just so, her head lifted up and off of her neck, leaving her fully functional, but detached. She felt like she was floating away, and she could see her own naked torso. No arms or legs, save for the ones that belonged to her laying on the floor. She could see the hole between her legs where her sexual module had been, and laying next to her torso was that very same sexual module. She felt Noire rooting around in the base of her neck, and a moment later picked up her sexual mechanism and started probing the electronics on it.

Chloe knew the instant her pussy was connected directly to her head module. There was a flash of information. She could feel things so much more intensely now, as if before there was a span of hundreds of miles before any kind of stimulation would register. Now every touch from Noire or Uni registered in an instant, and it was multitudes more intense.

Noire was smirking as she settled Chloe’s head down on one of her pillows, and then pulled up her vaginal assembly. There were cables running from it into, presumably, her head. So when Uni picked it up and drew her tongue from the bottom of her slit up to the top in an almost painfully slow motion, Chloe couldn’t help but cry out. Not only was it the single most intensely pleasurable experience Chloe had ever felt, but it fully caused an orgasm to load and execute in the span of a second, maybe less.

Not that it mattered, she was ready for more, and more is what she got. Uni passed it to Noire before leaning down to kiss Chloe deeply. Noire gingerly toyed with only the outer folds of her owner's sex. Even that was enough to elicit a long, lewd moan. Noire teased them again and again. Bringing it to her lips for the gentlest kisses and the most subtle licks. Noire moves Chloe’s clit up to her mouth again and begins to flick her tongue over Chloe’s slit while easily driving two fingers inside of her.

The moan Chloe lets out fills Uni’s mouth and muffles the sound, but it is unmistakably there. Noire continues driving her fingers in and out of Chloe and delighting in the sound of her continual stream of soft breathy moans and squeaking rolling growls.

To Chloe the few minutes it took to bring her over the edge a half dozen times felt like an eternity stretched on to infinity. She was lost in a sea of abject pleasure like she had never known before and it seemed to never end, until suddenly it did. Noire and Uni were kissing, and Noire had set Chloe’s head on her dresser. She hadn’t remembered the movement, or really anything at all. Her pleasure had overtaken her and she must have pegged her CPU so hard that nothing seemed to exist in those moments.

She regained herself and found herself looking at Uni. She was on the bed with Noire on top of her. They were kissing but Uni was already missing an arm and Noire was busy detaching her other one. Chloe watched as she continued to take apart her sister in the same way that both of them had just taken Chloe apart. In fact Chloe could just make out the sight of her own torso on the bed.

Soon Uni’s head was in Noire’s hands, her pussy being attached to the data slot on the bottom of her neck and brought to Noire’s mouth. In an instant the room was filled with a new round of lewd moaning and deep intoxicating lust. Noire was eating out Uni’s vaginal assembly exactly as she had with Chloe. It carried on for long minutes as Uni seemed incapable of stopping her string of lew moans and pleasured squeaks. She was smiling all the while as Noire pleasured her over and over. Licking, touching, thrusting, stroking, and tonguing. At a certain point Noire even brought Uni’s slick slit to her own mouth for a few moments of self pleasure.

Chloe found all of it to be unimaginably arousing and wished she could remember it for ages to come. But she was an android. She could record it. She concentrated on remembering and found that there was some sort of gentle mechanism inside of her that let her know she had done it. Some kind of relief as she knew that what she was watching would be stored forever.

Even watching as Noire toyed with Uni, she knew she could rewatch and relive this moment in perpetuity. She watched as Noire seemed to be somewhat satisfied with Uni and disconnected the sexual module from Uni’s head then reseated it inside of Uni’s crotch. She never bothered to reattach Uni’s arms and legs, though she did connect the head back to the neck. Noire spent several long, gentle minutes just touching Uni. Her hands gliding over Uni’s body, playing with her petite little breast, or toying with her clit.

Noire slipped her fingers into Uni’s wet folds but to Chloe’s surprise Uni didn’t respond, at all. Noire moved up and suckled on her hardened nipples for a moment and Chloe caught a glint from Noire’s eyes gleaming in the mood light. She winked at Chloe and then sucked hard on Uni’s breast again. She settled into a snuggle with the powerless sister unit, leaving her fingers buried deep inside of her.

Noire powered down for the night as well. Chloe watched as her own body began to glow blue from the status lights inside of her exposed joints. They pulsated as her own inductive charging bed recharged Her, Uni, and Noire. Three androids, nothing more, nothing less.

Part 4 - Spa Day 2

Socket’s repair shop was usually busy. Not that there was anything new about that fact. Socket’s was one of those places that was fresh on the lips of anyone who had ever had the pleasure of using her services. As an android herself she had a deeper understanding than most about what made for good service, and because of that she also knew what was needed for outstanding service.

Despite what your average person might think, robot or otherwise, enjoyed a personal touch and care consideration. Modern robots were still considered to be a little less than humans and had less rights and considerations, but not in Socket’s. When an android checked in there, they were Socket’s own family. There would be nothing that wouldn’t or couldn’t be done to make the experience perfect.

Every robot in her care was, for a short time, the master of their own world. Even a robot owned by someone else was asked for consent when having an access panel opened or a limb detached. Even something as mundane as plugging into an already open access port required permission and every time it brought a small smile to the lips of the guest.

So as five vibrant yet familiar faces shuffled into the somewhat small lobby that doubled as a check in desk and a store front, Socket smirked back at them and greeted them as old friends.

They were, in fact, old friends, but that was irrelevant. They could have been fresh faced off the street and socket would have warmly brought them in and asked them what she could do to help. She would have cupped her face in her hands and rested her elbows on her countertop and listened as they told her a wholly unnecessary story about what had happened, as if they needed to justify a break to her.

The five new arrivals were known and greeted by name. Two pairs of sisters, and another young woman that Socket knew was their owner, but only in the very loosest of terms. Chloe was the technical owner of the pair of sister androids, but only in the sense that someone owned an ant farm. They were almost entirely free to do as they chose and were not, technically speaking, bound by any kind of programming to serve or remain loyal to Chloe in any way. They chose to be, and they loved her as much as any robot could.

“Well well, if it isn’t a whole gaggle of pretty little androids. What’s shakin’ today?”

Chloe smiled in return and shuffled her way up to the counter. Her own subtly robotic eyes took in Socket and the surroundings and processed and parsed the information, not the least of which was the question she had just been asked.

“I’ve been working these fine ladies a bit hard these last few months, and I figured it was about time I got them a proper tune up and software update. Know anyone who could help?”

Socket had to laugh, not just at the simple request, but also at Chloe. She had grown and evolved into an all new machine. She had been a shy and meek little thing when she was still under the guise of being human. A sleeper. A robot that had no idea it was a robot. In a recent accidental encounter she had discovered what she truly was and since then had comfortably settled into a more relaxed and more outward facing android. Quippy and happy.

“I think I know someone.” Socket replied with a wink and set about checking in each of the four other robots in the lobby.

Noire and Uni, clearly sister units judging from the way their face plates looked, and their wardrobe choices. Deep, almost black purple skirts and tops, highlighted with white ruffles and accent lace. Both sported a similar hair styling as well. Dark hair pulled into twin pigtails on opposing sides of their head. Noire’s was decidedly longer, but both looked as if they were twins, each trying to mimic the other while still impressing their own individuality.

Similarly Neptune and her sister unit, Nepgear, dressed so similarly that one might have thought they raided one another’s closet for outfits. Pastel blue and white leggings that stopped halfway through their upper thighs. Oversized boots that flopped and fell over at the ankles and a zip up style hoodie completed a frumpy but still stylish look. Both sported ight purple hair, though their styles were more distinct that Noire and Uni. Neptune’s hair spiked outward in wild chunks and fell, at its longest, to her shoulders. Nepgear, on the other hand, sported a length of hair that came to its natural end somewhere around the middle of her back and lay wistfully about.

A placid kind of smile was pasted on all of their faces as Chloe fed Socket the necessary information. Model numbers, authentication codes, and last known update time. Mundane things for extraordinary marvels of technology. All in all, the whole process took a meager few minutes of time and Chloe bid each one goodbye and offered up an embrace as she left. She would be attending their little cafe alone for the remainder of the day and a bit of the following day. An overnight stay at sockets was the best she could manage for now.

“Alright!” Socket said, clapping her hands together and engaging her mental processors. “Who wants to be taken apart first?”

There was a shared moment of laughter as Socket guided the four of the girls to the back room, a ritual that they had done before, they knew their part. Stepping into Socket’s workroom greeted the four with an eyeful of projects in the works. There were other robots here in some form of disassembly or work. An android with its upper and lower halves detached with a tangled mess of cables running between the two parts while others snaked along the work surface to a computer, displaying a steady stream of code and debugging sequences. Another simply lay on a work surface with its chest and lower abdominal panels missing with an equally complex array of thick cables plugged into it. Each one disappearing into the darkness of the opened torso.

There was no shortage of other work surfaces in the brightly lit back room. Though the shelves of spare parts and tools cast shadows in odd directions, the whole space was still well lit, despite the lack of any natural lights. If there was one thing Socket took seriously it was the privacy of her clients. No windows were uncovered in the back room, keeping the guests there from prying eyes. Socket knew that there was a significant portion of her clients that were secretly operating in the world. Androids that looked, acted, and felt like real humans. Clients like Chloe. For them, this room was a safe haven, and should Chloe ever need service she would have been ushered into one of the private rooms where no one, even those in the back work space, could discern her identity.

The four cafe girls though, were so clearly, almost proudly, robotic. There were no obvious signs on their body, aside from the outrageous hair colors. Of course, they were also some of the most popularly manufactured robots in the industry, doubling as gaming consoles. No one would mistake any of them for a flesh and blood human.

Once in the back room and the heavy beige curtain was drawn, separating the front of the house to the back was closed, they knew what to do. They had done this before. Socket made herself busy, humming to herself quietly as she gathered up the tools she thought she might need and slipped them into the leather wrist holder she had strapped to her arm or one of the many hooks or tool slots on her cargo pants. This little show was partially for utility purposes, she would need the tools, but also to allow the four girls a modicum of privacy while they all stripped down to bare skin in preparation for work.

By the time Socket had made her way around the expansive back room and returned to the group of girls, they were already nude. Clothes were folded and tucked away as well as they could be, stashed neatly in a wire basket and slipped under the bench they stood in front of. Uni had already hopped up onto the stainless steel table where her legs idly swayed back and forth with her hands tucked casually into her lap. The synthetic hair on her head was freed from the twin pair of ribbons that held the previous pigtails in place and now it simply fell down her back in a dark waterfall of strands.

Noire was leaning against her workbench, like her sister unit, her hair was freed of the clips that held it in place and fell down around her shoulders. She had intentionally aligned it so that the ends of it just barely covered the pink nipples that capped her rounded breasts. Her arms folded under her chest, intentionally shoving the silicone packed breasts up and under her hair. While she looked in the distance, Socket easily saw her eyes darting to Neptune. When she thought no one was looking she even let her eyes travel over the purple haired girl's curves.

Neptune acted oblivious to this fact, though there was a portion of her operating system that was well aware of the look. Either programmed comfort or as a means of showing off, Neptune did nothing to hide any part of her own nudity. Her hands were tucked behind her, forming a small barrier between the coolness of the table she was about to be laid out on, and the soft flesh on her rear end. Her chest prominently displayed for anyone to see, and Noire took the opportunity to take it in before bidding her eyes dart away.

Socket’s eyes fell onto the group and only when she came to Nepgear and Neptune did she cluck her tongue a little.

“No hair clips.”

Both of the purple haired robots groaned playfully. The X shaped hair clips each one sported were quickly removed and haphazardly tossed into the pile of clothes under the workbenches. With that done, the four of Socket’s current charges were ready for work.

In short order each of them slipped up onto the cold steel work benches and lay down. As they did, each one shivered with a ripple of coolness as the stainless steel tables imparted their cold sterility into the warm sensor laced flesh on the girls backs. Once there, Socket began her work, stepping from one girl to the next and muttering access codes into their ears to override security measures in their operating systems.

Once each one recognized Socket as their temporary administrator, it was just a matter of spoken commands and the occasional tool sliding into a hidden port to unlock panels. All of them were similar enough that the small port hidden under the temple on the side of their head could be spoken to all of them at once. Once there a simple diagnostics cable could be plugged in and then a stream of bits and bytes could flow in. Software updates, patches to known problems and security modifications were installed.

As the steam of software trickled into their storage media and executed their installers, the computer terminals next to each one of the cafe girls spat out a report on their internal hardware as well. Humans could regrow skin and to a certain extent repair their own internal injuries, robots needed to have someone remove old parts and replace them. Not that there was any kind of traumatic malfunction or damage to any of them, but the regular wear and tear of operating on a daily basis needed to be kept in check.

Nepgear, for example, had a slight delay reported in her log files about her neck joint and the motor array inside of her throat, right where her head connected to her neck. It wasn’t a difficult part to replace, and the delay it caused could certainly be ignored for several more maintenance cycles, but Socket made a note in her client history system and set a reminder to check in on it some time in the future. The more pressing issue was the joint coupling in her hips. They weren’t damaged, but they were strained and there was some fatigue in the joints themselves.

Socket idly wondered how many times she had spread her legs just a little too wide in order to cause that. Still, there was work to be done. She slipped a thin, needle-like tool into a barely visible hole near the joint and pushed in the physical lock. Once done she pulled the girl’s legs free of the connector and set about removing the old fatigued joints and replacing them with new ones.

As it turned out, all of the girls needed a similar replacement, much to the amusement of Socket, who could only draw logical conclusions about the kind of cafework they were doing. Or perhaps it was Chloe..or one another. Who knew? All Socket was here for was fixing them.

There were, of course, a litany of other smaller tasks. Opening a number of small maintenance panels along their bodies and tuning them up or applying extras lubricant. Joints needed to be tightened and then balanced and tuned, on occasion there was a wire connecting two independent circuits that looked like it was beginning to wear out at the connector head, and it would be replaced. Socket spent all the time she needed to accomplish all of this while her clients remained silent, blank, and empty. Once their administrator code was applied to their operating system they were little more than pretty looking computers that did exactly as they were told.

Near the end of both Sockets day, and the maintenance, there was a small chime that resounded in the backroom. She had long ago locked the front door and closed down for the day, the chime indicated that someone had come into the shop using a security pass. There were precious few of those that Socket would have handed out.

Parting the curtain and stepping into the front room, tools still strapped to pockets and hooks caused her presence to be heard long before her visitor saw her.

The smile on the face that met her was almost identical to her own. In a literal sense.

The woman was stuffing the plastic security card back into her stylish purse. The black material of her hand bag seemed to shimmer in the limited amount of light coming from Socket’s backroom. The lobby lights were dim now, a clear indication that Socket’s was closed for business, but the smartly dressed woman seemed to pay that no mind. The crisp pencil skirt, matched blazer and blouse all combined together to give her a smart, corporate look.

The smile though, that was every bit as manufactured as Socket’s. Not that it wasn’t genuine, but rather was fully robotic down to the microservo’s that controlled every part of her pretty face plate. She looked as if she were designed to look just a little older than Socket, lending her a level of maturity and imparting wisdom.

“Azura!” Socket squealed as she darted around the front counter and threw her arms around her own sister unit. “I thought you would still be half way across the country.”

“You don’t think I can divert a flight to come see my little sister and make sure all the inventory I send your way is going to good use?”

A mirthful laugh rolled from Socket’s audio processors and the two embraced again. Azura had been kind enough to provide Socket with a steady stream of some of the highest quality parts available at a sizable discount. Her company didn’t exactly need the profits from one small, but wildly popular, repair shop to stay afloat. On the other hand, the amount of business having an inventory of inexpensive but high quality parts made Socket an obvious choice for repairs.

“I can’t stay long, but I wanted to at least see you in person.” Azura continued, her voice low and calm, but somehow still sensuous. “And offer you something of a break.”

“A break?”

“You work far too hard. You deserve a little vacation. My company provided me with an all expense paid trip to Japan. The intention was for me to take some friends over there and close a deal with some of our manufacturers, but that deal’s been closed for weeks now.” She lifted a hand to her lips and chuckled politely into it. “Not that I intend to tell the department leads that.”

Azura sighed and brought hand back down to her purse and deftly produced a small stack of boarding passes for an airliner.

“But with that out of the way I have other work to do. So, how about it?” Azura said, holding out the bundle to Socket.

“Same programming.” Socket muttered. “I’d love to take them, but..” She glanced over her shoulder to the back room.

But there was work to do. She had a client waiting list that was growing day by day, not to mention the walk-ins. Maybe she could dump some of her programming into her Chun-Li replica…

“..but I have work to do as well.” Socket’s voice sounded every bit as disappointed as her face looked. Though a moment later it lit up.

“I do have some friends that would love the chance to get away though. If you’re willing to let me pawn them off.”

“I don’t see why not. I can’t use them, and if you have someone who could benefit from them, then I say go for it.”

The pair of robotic sisters spent another half an hour chatting and catching up with one another before there was a break in the flow of conversation. It was clearly time for Socket to get to work and for Azura to make her way to the airport and catch her next flight out to wherever she was needed. They hugged, Socket let the tickets rest on the counter, and the pair parted ways.

There was a spring in Socket’s step as she returned to the maintenance and tune ups in the back of her shop. She would be working through the night and her power cells were already starting to dip below half charge. She plugged herself into a thick power cable and got back to work, taking care not to trip over her dangling lifeline.

The smile on her face never left. She was practically squealing with excitement.

“W-what? Are you serious?”

Chloe had arrived early the next morning, having received a text in the dark waking hours of the morning that her girls were done. Once she arrived though, Socket was unable to contain her thrill. She blurted out, in rapid succession, the story of her late night visitor and the opportunity to send her girls to Japan for a few days of much needed relaxation.

“Yep, totally free. Looks like the package includes the resort, a number of amenities your girls probably don’t care about, airfare..luxury airfare.”

Socket’s smile and little winks told Chloe that it would all be well worth it.

“I- I suppose I can manage the cafe for a few more days.” Chloe said. There was no disappointment in her voice, just a cold calculation about how much work there would be for her, Vert, and Blanc. They could easily hand it, it would just throw off their rotation a little.

Then again, when her other androids returned she looked forward to something of an extended vacation of her own while they ran the shop.

Well worth it indeed.

“How could I say no to that?” Chloe admitted and Socket heartilly agreed.

The small army of robotic girls behind Chloe had been waiting, patiently, but internally anxious. Chloe had returned from her own trip to Japan with stories of how wonderful it was, the luxury and relaxation it had given her was paramount. Neptune and Noire had been with Chloe on that trip, and some of the options the spa treatment offered still lingered in a special place inside of their cached memories.

It was also the same trip that Neptune and Noire had first discovered that Chloe was an android as well. She was unaware of it at the time, still fully wrapped in a comfortable blanket of programmed ignorance. The pair had made a vow not to let her secret out, least of all to Chloe. There was a real threat to a robot’s self awareness programming if a sudden discovery like that was made. Chloe had still gotten that shock after an accident at home, but that was several weeks ago. Socket herself had helped to quell the disaster and had kindly modified Chloe’s programming, though there were still days where Chloe still seemed like a human, despite being anything but.

Once Chloe had agreed to the trip though, the four girls behind her erupted into a small celebration. Noire and Neptune especially. In a flurry of motion there were hugs all around, some to one another, some to Chloe, and more than a few for Socket. Uni and Nepgear took a moment in the chaos to share a small peck on the lips with one another. Then in another flurry of motion the group of women swept out of the shop, leaving it once again quiet and cozy. Socket sighed, wishing for a vacation of her own, but knowing she had work to do. She parted the curtain and got back to her repairs.

The house that Chloe had purchased with the success of her cafe wasn’t far from the shop, but it did require a bus ride and a few blocks walked. Not that she minded, far from it. The cold air and the warm sunshine swirled together and made her skin tingle with delight. With her, a small parade of fembots, each dressed in eye-catching skirts and colors. Still, Chloe didn’t mind, she was happy to have the company marching behind her.

Vert and Blanc, the remaining two androids she technically owned, were at the cafe at the moment and seemed to be perfectly capable of handling the duties there for at least a short while. So as Chloe unlocked the front door and ushered in the cadre of robots behind her there was a palpable amount of exciting energy in the air. Once the door was closed, whatever piece of programming contained their shrieks of joy seemed to break down. There was a jubilant cry all around the house and frantic movements as suitcases were pulled out of the garage and a variety of outfits were produced and packed.

In the middle of the whirling mass of joy and motion, Chloe just stood and watched. She smiled and every time one of her girls wandered past, carrying clothes or towels or some bag of items, they would nuzzle up to her, or offer a hug. On one occasion, Noire gave her a knowing look and took an intentional step up to her and kissed Chloe on the cheek.

The boarding passes weren’t even valid for another week, but Chloe knew that within an hour or two that all four of her girls would be ready and practically sitting on their suitcases for the next few days. Chloe wondered if there would be any merit in asking Socket if there was something she could install to suppress the excited energy all of them would be processing over the next week. Ultimately she shrugged off the idea and instead decided to simply let them enjoy the time.

Most people would think that because the house was composed entirely of robots, that the strange sense of time passing slower wouldn’t be present. With a computerised mind, the seconds were the same length no matter if it was waiting for a vacation or watching television. But that would be an incorrect assumption. The physics of the world hadn’t changed, a second, a minute, an hour were all the same, but the androids that were waiting for a luxury trip to Japan definitely felt it differently. Their processors were constantly clogged with ideas and theories about what the best way to spend their meager few days was.

At the end of the day when each robot would lay down on their wireless charging bed and snuggle down for the night, their artificial minds would wander. They would spend time awake just daydreaming of what it would all be like, wondering how to maximize their time and what they would do first. It stretched the standard amount of time into an agonizingly long wait.

But the laws of physics prevailed, and after the allotted time, it was finally time. Noire and her sister Uni, the twins Nepgear and Neptune, and Chloe crammed into a taxi and headed off to the airport. Once there Chloe guided them to the check in counter where she, as their owner, produced their boarding passes and handed them to the attendant there. The man behind the counter had either just started his day, or had been there all night long. Either way he passed no judgement and scanned the tickets with an uncaring kind of muscle memory. He muttered the company dictated welcome to the four excited androids and glanced at the gate they were supposed to be at. A brief set of directions and the hope that they would pass along without any further questions.

Chloe walked along with the girls, at least until they reached the security checkpoint. Once there she said her goodbye’s and hugged each one of them. Wishing them a good time and told them to call her if they needed anything, though she knew that such a phone call would never come.

With suitcases checked in and nothing else to carry with them, the four robots stood in line, each one clutching their own boarding pass. The line shuffled slowly, and there were more than a few eyes cast in their direction, but they also weren’t alone in the line. There were other robots as well, judging by the way they were dressed, or how they constantly bowed or nodded to the person with them. More prominently, once they reached the security gate and their pass was scanned, the obviously human owners would sling their bags over their shoulder and walk on towards the terminals, while the robotic companions were ushered off to a side door.

Noire and Neptune had some expectation of what was happening beyond that door. Technicians were there, disassembling the robots that stepped in and shoving them into foam lined cargo cases. It was more profitable for an airline to sell seats to humans, and charge them extra to pack up their robots. Noire and Neptune had been part of that procession before, and while they enjoyed the gentle and somewhat sensual touch of disassembly that Socket offered, these technicians were here for efficiency. They would power down each one, pull them apart, package them and kick them down the conveyor belt to be loaded into the underbelly of the airplane.

Noire considered telling Uni and Nepgear what to expect, but she also wasn’t given any kind of warning and she found some parts of it somewhat enjoyable. So she remained silent, letting her equally robotic compatriots wait and watch.

The line shuffled along slowly but surely, and within a few minutes the four of them were bid into one of the two lines checking boarding passes. Once presented and scanned, they were ushered towards the door. Once they stepped through, as Noire expected, they were greeted with a somewhat spacious room. There were a number of technicians in there, all of them in the process of detaching limbs and heads of the robotic passengers. One woman was standing near the door and held out her hand, expecting boarding passes. The four presented theirs and instead of a scanner of any kind, she simply looked at them, read the QR code on it, and passed it back to them.

What Noire hadn’t anticipated was the polite bow from the woman who personally ushered them through the room filled with robotic men and women in some state of disassembly to a back door. She pulled a security badge from her breast pocket and scanned it and opened the door. She stood there, unmoving and unspeaking, simply gesturing for them to step inside.

The room beyond, though smaller, seemed far more comfortable. There was no one here save for two attendants. Both wearing a deep navy blue uniform and a red scarf tied at the neck. They both bowed deeply to their new arrivals and stepped forward.

“Thank you for choosing Japan Air for your flight today. If you’ll step this way we can begin packaging you.” They said to the first two through the door, Uni and Nepgear.

The two looked at one another and stepped forward. Each one splitting off to follow one of the attendants. As they moved away the two technicians there courteously bowed to Noire and Neptune, promising to take care of them in just a few minutes.

Uni and Nepgear were both led to separate stations, once there a screen was pulled into place, effectively isolating them from anyone else. Once there, they were asked to remove their clothes, which were taken by the attendant and expertly folded and placed in a clear bag. Once all garments were stored it was vacuum sealed and placed inside of a nearby shipping crate.

Packed with form fitting grey foam, as expected.

Both girls knew the drill by now. They had the same experience just days before with Socket. As the process began though, they were delighted to find that it was something wholly different than what Socket provided. No disrespect to Socket or her skill, but Nepgear and Uni found that the hands that were placed on their shoulders and forearms were less about utility, and far more about gingerly massaging the artificial limbs out of their sockets. There was a point where the locks needed to be undone, and with a quick wireless request, immediately approved by each of the girls, the lock was undone. Their arms were not taken off, they were gently guided out of place and placed with care into the foam fitting.

Uni couldn’t help but sigh as the weight of her arms was literally lifted off of her. She watched with a rising fascination that bordered on arousal as she watched her limbs being removed. Her attendant returned and with the same gentle massaging motion and wireless request, peeled the hair piece off of the top of her head and into a hard plastic container which slotted nicely into the foam.

Once done she stepped to the screen and pulled it aside for a brief moment and whispered something. In no time the second technician joined Uni and her own technician. One positioned herself behind Uni and lifted her upwards with an uncanny strength, while the first attendant massaged her legs free from their joints. Once they were off, Uni found herself gently lowered into the foam casing and left there. Her own attendant assured her that she would be right back.

Uni could hear the gentle squeal of Nepgear being lifted and the small sigh as, what Uni assumed, were her legs being detached. Then her own attendant was back and she expected it was time for her to be powered down. To her surprise though, she was not, instead the technician knelt next to the case and spoke to her.

“Thank you for your patience.” She said and pulled something that Uni could not see from somewhere within the case. “As part of your upgrade package we are offering complimentary in-flight entertainment. A variety of films, television shows, and even a virtual environment for you and your companions to join and explore while in flight. I’ll be connecting a power and data port to you now, please feel free to connect to it, and thank you for choosing Japan Air.”

Uni barely had enough time to let her operating system parse the words and send them for processing before the attendant moved. There was already something in her hand, something she had drawn up from the case. Uni had felt the subtle vibration of a heavy cable with a woven sheath on it being pulled from some kind of coil. The technician placed a hand on her shoulder, less for comfort and more to make sure her torso didn’t move as a thick device was pushed into her waiting vaginal opening.

Uni gasped, though the sound file that played in her speaker assembly only lasted for a brief moment. It was truncated as the device was pushed in, deep, far deeper than she had ever been penetrated before. Her mouth hung open as her operating system connected to the wireless signal from the device and the same wireless charging features engaged. Her eyes were rolling up into her head, partially because of the extreme pleasure she was processing and partially because of the load that was placed on her processors.

While her operating system grappled with the insertion of the device inside of her crotch, another set of commands formed and executed, though these ones did not originate in her operating system, not entirely at least. A cold and almost fragile finger was pressing into a very specific piece of flesh on her chest. Somewhere between the valley created by her artificial breasts, right at the tip of her sternum, was a button. It required more than a little bit of force to actually engage it, saving it from triggering on accident should something bump into her.

The button, like some of the joint locks around her body, was a hard coded piece of hardware. It was a technical term that some nerd thought was very clever and descriptive when they were writing the chassis code base for the console series of android. All it really meant was that there was something on the body itself that would summon a series of commands and programming sequence that were given priority in her operating system. Not just priority, but also immediate authorization to execute.

In this case, a patch of skin, longer than it was wide, appeared between her breasts. The whole thing, spring loaded, coiled, and ready, popped out of her chest with a small, almost imperceptible ping. It only lifted past the layer of flesh on her body a mere half an inch, if that. It seemed to have popped free of a lock and then simply rest on that same spring until more force was applied to it.

The attendant provided that motion. She gently tugged the drive bay upward and out. Uni was barely aware that her disc drive had been opened, let alone the feeling of having it opened. She could have seen it if her eyelids weren’t fluttering with pleasure from the charging device in her feminine folds. She may have also seen the distorted reflection of her surroundings in the rounded disc that was placed on the drive tray. There was a small hole in the center of it that clicked neatly into place on a spool at the core of the drive tray. It would hold it tight, and spin it rapidly once the drive bay was closed. From there, lasers would read the data, interpret it, and send it off to her CPU for processing. The drive was gingerly clicked back into place, locking with a satisfying little click. From there Uni's systems automatically started spinning the disc at high speed, producing a faint little whir from inside of her chest, deep and rumbling, but only for a moment. Once the initial spin began it settled into a smooth glide and allowed her to very casually read the data on her new addition.

New options were becoming available in her systems. There was a whole library of activities to engage with, and a moment later she could detect that Nepgear had joined her in that space. So deep in the new world presented to them that neither one noticed when a pair of well programmed, delicate hands massaged their throats. The firm fingers of the specialized technicians were prodding free the manual latches on their necks and detaching their heads, placing them into another opening inside of the shipping case. Once done, a layer of soft foam covered their naked, disassembled bodies and the case was sealed. From there it was hoisted onto a conveyor belt to be sent down to the priority packaging for their flight.

Both of the technicians stepped out from behind their screens at relatively the same time, beckoning Noire and Neptune to join them. After hearing the elated squeals of their traveling companions, both girls were eager to join them.

Noire and Neptune were treated to the same luxury as Uni and Nepgear. Gently, almost lovingly, disassembled and placed inside of a comfortable case. Limbs placed alongside their torso and then the insertion of the charging and wireless divide deep into their waiting slits. Like their sister units, they were rapt in pleasure as their folds were stretched wide and then their heads detached as they sunk deep into the warm glow of pleasure.

The cases were delivered to the ground crew who barely paid attention to the soft moans that were muffled by a thick layer of foam and plastic. They had heard it before, there was nothing new here. Still, they loaded the cases into a specialized cradle that kept the power flowing and further connected the cases, and the girls inside, to the airlines wireless internet.

The robots contained in the cases were already lost in an all new world by the time they were loaded onto the plane. The wireless connection linked them to an internet connection, but also gave them a high speed connection to the nearby cases. The girls suddenly found themselves loaded into a virtual realm where they could conjure everything from a drive-in movie theater, to a romantic beachfront house to a small and intimate room for two.

The four androids found themselves spending the entirety of the flight luxuriating in those places. When they eventually fell into a virtual bed and began to touch one another, they found their clothes melting away and the physical device inside of their sexual modules rattled and vibrated, stimulating them in both the virtual and physical world. Their moans of pleasure were very real though.

When they weren’t providing each other with the kind of pleasure that could only be given to a digital being they were lounging on a simulated beach, watching a movie on a floating theater screen above the crashing waves. They dabbled a bit in the games provided, but lost interest quite rapidly. They were, at their core, gaming consoles, and more video games held little sway over them, still, it was a fun few minutes.

Before long, though, there was a pop-up that appeared in their little virtual world. They were, apparently, on approach to Japan. Time still passed as usual, even in the virtual world, but there was too much fun to be processed by the four robotic girls to keep a good handle on how much of it had slipped past. Soon though, the message gave way to an enforced set of programming. They would be taken out of the virtual world and put into a low power state, citing safety reasons. IT was to be expected, and the fembots, nestled safely in their cases, found the sudden darkness and sterile cold overtake them.

Nepgear was the first to find herself reactivating. The world was dark and the sounds around her were muffled and distant. The sound of voices reached the audio receptors inside of her ears only after passing through a layer of ruggedized plastic and foam. Still, she felt a sudden burst of fresh, cool air streak across her torso. The sudden chill activated the small motor complex inside of her breasts and stiffened her nipples. The core processor bank inside of her torso had activated, but there was no wireless link between those processors and the ones inside of her detached head, arms, or legs.

Hands were on her then, strong and delicate all at once. Her body was lifted out of the case and then the device lodged deep inside of her sex was gently massaged out of her body. She wanted to moan again, to let whoever it was that was working on her know that they had brought her pleasure, and part of her wanted to beg for more. Just a few more minutes with that inside of her would do. A cloth applied to her slit let her know that they were cleaning her off, and that they were prepared for such an eventuality.

Once cleaned, dried, sanitized and made ready, she felt her legs again. First her left leg was attached, a moment later, her right. It took a moment or two for her operating system to recognize her legs and validate the hardware address inside of them as her own. Then drivers were loaded and programming kicked in. Her toes flexed once and once they had she felt herself being lowered to the ground. The well trod carpet below her soles let her know that she was in an area that saw a lot of traffic, and heavy equipment had mashed the carpet into a fibrous slate.

The hands still held her torso stead until whoever owned them was sure that she was balancing on her own. She was, her programming began running the constant stream of calculating and recalculating her weight and balance.

With her body standing on its own now, her arms were brought in and reattached. Like her legs, her operating system matched the hardware address to a known previous configuration and authenticated them. Once done they were ready for use, not that she had any need to use them at the moment. Her head was still not attached, and she was cautious to not simply flail her hands around.

A moment later there was a weight placed on top of her neck. Alignment posts clicked into place, the rubber gasket around her artificial throat threaded itself into place, and data and power began flowing from her core power cell to her head.

Her cranium module was far more complicated than arms or legs. It was a whole micro-network of independent systems that worked together and then fed data to her core processors. The audio receptors inside of her ears had been engaged already, and the data they had gathered was still sitting in a packet queue, just waiting for her primary CPU to be made available. Her skin tingled as the secondary processor in her head accepted the data it had to offer. Eyes fluttered open and the world was visible again.

She was naked, that much she knew about. The room was not so dissimilar to the one she had been taken apart in back in the states. She was face to face with two technicians. Similar looking women who she was convinced were every bit as robotic as she was. One of them was holding the purple hair piece and stepping up behind her. She could feel it being clipped into place on the clear plastic skull cap that stood between the outside world and the internal workings of her head. The other attendant was in the process of unsealing the bag with her clothes in it and setting them out on a small table for her.

Once her hair was in place, the attendant stepped around her and looked down at her chest. She bent forward just a little, aligning herself with Nepgear's chest. Her hand moved forward, an index finger pressing into the sub dermal button and ejecting the disc drive from between her rounded breasts. The same gentle ping she had felt when unlocking the drive bay before was felt again, though this time she was far more aware of it. Once opened and pulled out fully, she watched as the rounded silvery disc was popped free and laid in a jewel case. Once done, with all care, the drive bay was once again closed. As part of an automated process her operating system engaged the reader inside of her chest, but finding nothing there to read, settled back into a dull state of disuse.

Once she had control of her facial structure again she smiled at the two women and dipped her head in thanks to them. Both saw this, folded their hands politely in their own lap and bowed to her before stepping through a curtain and leaving her alone again.

Nepgear looked down at the case she had just been taken out of, the phallic charging device was still there, just waiting, practically calling to her. She had to manually truncate the processes that were loading in her systems, she had other things to do and there would be time for things like that later.

She redressed herself. Feeling the comfortable weight of her clothes on her body again and taking in a deep breath as she stepped through the curtain.

A long hallway greeted her, stretching on in both directions. There were overhead signs, gently glowing red and depicting a white stick person walking towards an arrow. The symbols on the sign itself were unreadable to her and she kicked herself for not thinking to ask Socket to install a Japanese to English translation program before leaving. She was about to take a step forward when another curtain parted and Uni stepped into the hall.

She was dressed, but she was still busy pulling her hair into her signature pigtails. One was in place already and the second well in process. She tied it off with a bow before stepping up to a hug with Nepgear that easily turned into a kiss, which then deepend into a passionate embrace. Someone cleared their throat nearby and both quickly separated to find both Noire and Neptune smirking at them.

“Are we interrupting something?” Noire quipped, trying to keep her face looking stern, but the smile cracked through no matter how much she tried to suppress it. There was a small part of her own programming that wished her and Neptune were doing the exact same thing.

“S- Sorry.” Nepgear muttered, her cheeks flushed as she put on an embarrassed grin.

ALl she got was a smile and a gently shaking head from Noire.

The four made their way out of the hallway to the exit which dumped them out into the airport proper. The hard cut between the somewhat dimmer fluorescent light and matted carpets gave way to a polished tile floor, vaulted and gently curving roofs soaring overhead and a flood of brilliant natural light.

The airport was very well laid out, and was far easier to navigate once Noire and Neptune activated their language translators. They had been here before and faced the same confusion from not being able to read, as a result they had the foresight to get a language pack installed. Uni and Nepgear found themselves relying heavily on their sister units to guide them, first to the baggage claim and then out to the streets. Once there, they were assaulted by taxis, buses, and shuttles, all proclaiming to take them somewhere, though to Uni and Nepgear they were lost entirely.

The boarding passes they had indicated the shuttle that would take them to their resort, and was kind enough to provide a picture of the bus, the logo to look for and as it turned out, the shuttle bus had markings in both Japanese and English. The sigh of relief was palpable and the four wasted little time in boarding, presenting their passes, and taking a seat. They had only to wait for a minute or two before the shuttle rumbled to life and began to ramble through the downtown streets.

For Uni and Nepgear, there was so much color and life to take in. Not that Noire and Neptune were so familiar that they didn’t take in the spectacle, but they had seen it at least once before. Still, the brilliant colors of the signage, the abundance of street vendors and the completely alien way they had set up their stalls, and the abundance of sights and sounds was almost too much to handle.

Their processors automatically switched to devoting more and more of the available processing power to parsing and tagging the optical data they were taking in. As a result they sat very still as their operating system robbed their motor controls to allow them to process the visual data. It was pulled in and processed and then stored until either it was needed or at the end of the day when it would be compacted and filed into the massive internal database of information each one carried.

The resort itself was every bit as grand as the sights they had passed on the shuttle ride in. Processors were realigned and their eyes focused on the building and streets before them rather than a sweeping view of everything else. They moved with a slight halting jerk at first as the micromotor systems came back online and moved. To the casual observer it looked like four girls moving stiffly after a long bus ride, and nothing else.

With a bit of help from the bus driver, the girls were able to pull their luggage out of the shuttle and into the lobby of the resort hotel. Like the airport, everything was marvelous and well designed. Massive windows let the whole space be flooded with bright natural light. Large swooping counters lined with green plants that obscured computer terminals. There was no shortage of staff ready and available to help with not only their bags but get them checked in.

Once again presenting the boarding passes the girls began the process of checking in. Much like the robotic attendant in the airport had done, the woman behind the counter simply looked at the QR code on the top of the passes and let her own robotic mind link to the company network and find the information that she needed. Rooms numbers, bank accounts to match the check in and the authorization codes. All in the blink of an eye, and once done, the woman smiled, bowed slightly, and spoke to the girls in Japanese.

They exchanged looks with one another and looked to Noire, who was happily nodding along and replied in the same flawless Japanese. It was a short interaction, but it resulted in four small plastic keycards being handed over. To Uni and Nepgear, that was good enough.

“We’re on the twentieth floor, in the corner suite.” Noire muttered as the group of androids walked through the lobby towards a bank of elevators.

“Corner suite?” Nepgear said with a measure of thrill and excitement in her voice.

“Azura clearly wanted us to have a good time.” Neptune giggled.

The suite itself was the very vision of luxury. Azura, or whoever had set up this trip, had clearly sunk a truly disgusting amount of money into paying for the very best.

The suite itself had something of a living space. A large, open area with comfortable looking couches and chairs with strategically placed tables for drinks or books. Move thriving green plants adorned the corners of the room. Off to one side was a full blown kitchen, standard as part of the room, though it would likely go very unused with four robotic occupants. It still sported a large refrigerator, range, and plenty of counter space.

Neptune idly wondered what Noire would look like spread out on that countertop, but shook the thought free of her cached code blocks.

The living space was surrounded on two sides with floor to ceiling windows of crystal clear double pane glass. The natural light from outside streamed in and made the room feel, almost, as if it were an open air terrace. Beyond the glass was a breathtaking vista of the city beyond. Twenty stories over the street allowed the girls a clear view over most of the smaller buildings leaving the horizon to only be broken by truly magnificent towers. The jagged skyline was equal parts impressive and subtle.

They took some time to take in the view, but the luggage they clutched in their hands was a constant reminder that there were still tasks to be done.

Down the hall were two rooms. Both looked as if they could have been master bedrooms in any modern apartment. They were huge, especially compared to the cozy room that the six android crew shared. A large plush top bed dominated the center of the room with tightly tucked white sheets and adorned with deep red comforters. Soft pillows and plush throws were piled at the head of the bed. In the corner of the room was a small table and a pair of chairs, clearly meant for an intimate morning coffee or some mutual time spent reading or talking.

Much like the main living space, one whole wall was filled with clear glass panes and looked out into the city. From their high vantage point no one else could see what happened in the rooms, even from the closest sky scraping hotel, the occupants would be little more than skin colored shapes. As such, there were curtains to be drawn, if someone truly wanted the utmost privacy, but currently they were thrown wide open, tied off at the edge of the windows, and left there. The desire to ever close them waned immediately from the group of fembots that peered into the room.

“Dibs!” Neptune cried as she shuffled her way through the group and into the room. “Come on Noire!”

So this was going to be that kind of vacation thought the remaining three androids.

Noire had no issues with this plan. Outwardly she sucked in a deep breath and huffed it out, resigning herself to the room as if she were some long suffering mother who had to play along with their child. There were processes in her operating system that were thrilled to have this whole room, the bed, the view, and the robotic girl inside, all to herself. A shadow of a smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth as she walked into the room.

“That settles that I guess.” Uni muttered, turning away from the room before she saw something she didn’t want to see.

The next room down was a mirrored copy of the room that Noire and Neptune had just taken. Nepgear and Uni easily stepped inside and stowed their luggage in the closet and flopped onto the bed. It was comfortable, for certain, but as they lay there they could also feel the kind of tingle that only a robot could understand. The same wireless flow of electricity into their power cells as they sank deep into the comfort and luxury of the bed. It was enough to draw a knowing smirk from Uni. With something like that she and Nepgear could spend all night long doing whatever they wanted.

The girls spent the remainder of the day unpacking and making themselves comfortable in the suite. It was already getting late, and the view of the setting sun on the horizon bathed the whole suite in deep oranges and pinks. As the four of them sat on the comfortable couches and chairs in the living area, discussing the next day's plans, the slow roll of colors washed over them as much as the room.

“According to Chloe.” Nepgear was bubbling, “There is an absolutely amazing spa here. She said it was life changing.”

Noire’s eyes darted to Neptune and the pair exchanged a knowing look. The spa in question was where the two of them had learned that their owner was just as much a machine as they were, Chloe just didn’t know it at the time. It was a secret that the two of them had kept, even now, they were reluctant to tell their companions that they had discovered what Chloe was.

There was another layer to the look as well. Neptune and Noire had checked into that same spa, and while Chloe was secretly being tuned up and cared for, the pair of them were being serviced in a much more open and intimate manner. Both androids fondly remembered what the spa referred to as a full body bypass and stimulation. Having their sexual modules plugged directly into the processor inside of their head meant that there was little between pleasure and processing. Neither wanted to openly admit that they were longing for that very same thing again.

“We can go to spas and stuff at home. I want to see the beaches here!”

Uni’s voice cut through the mental chatter Neptune and Noire were sharing. Maybe that would be better, save the release of those deep desires until they had spent time at the beach. A nice capstone to a day of fun in the sun. Noire scrunched up her face a little though.

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit…” She said, causing a round of blinking from the others in the room.

“I didn’t either.” Neptune said.

“Same.” Nepgear replied.

“Sounds like we need a clothes shopping trip first then.” Uni replied, not with any amount of upset, but more glee. “Shopping then beach trip!”

Uni cried and after only a brief moment there was a round of agreement. In the short moments the conversation had taken, a whole day of activity had formed in front of them.

While the waning sunlight hung in the air, shedding glorious beams of color across the resort, the four girls silently agreed. Their plans had been made, we’re in a beautiful resort, it’s been a long day, I’m going to bed…with my lover…

There may have been some very human-like movements. Stretching arms, yawning, or a contented sigh. All of them were unnecessary, all four of them knew the plan and trickled down the hall with a joy and excitement that threatened to explode out of them if it was contained for any longer.

Noire and Neptune slipped into their room, Nepgear and Uni into theirs.

Perhaps it was the raw romantic vibe that a room filled with a sunset offered. Maybe it was the luxury of the resort. The pairs of lovers were used to utilizing every part of their robotic nature to squeeze every last drop of lust out of one another. Tonight though, there was a different energy in the air. The raw lust and passion was there, but it was tempered by a feeling of a romantic getaway. They weren’t having sex, they were making love.

Gentle caresses of delicate fingers brushing the purple hair out of the way before leaning in for a deep and sensual kiss. Or cradling the face of her dark haired lover while hands roamed over naked bodies and roamed over soft synthetic flesh. The pairs of lovers spent as much time as necessary to make sure that their partner achieved the very height of pleasure before ever considering their own wants and needs. It was a dance that took its time and roamed around the whole of the room they were in. By the time every one of the robotic lovers was satisfied, basking in the warm glow of a mixture of love and sensuality, the sun had disappeared below the horizon on its trek to the other hemisphere.

It didn’t matter. The hazy colored sky had set the mood, but now the city was an ocean of twinkling lights from a vast sea of buildings. The shapes of those buildings could only be defined by where a string of lights disappeared only to give way to another location with its own configuration. Even as their optics trailed up the city, dark and bright all at once, it was a challenge to see where the city met the sky. The lights of the city giving way to the stars above.

Each pair stood with their lover, arm in arm, just looking. Soaking in the sight of the city beyond and letting their processors scramble through the riot of data they had just been fed. Time passed, and eventually it was time for rest and a true recharge. Even then, they laid in bed, arms draped over the bare skin of their chosen companion. Small kisses were given right up until their individual operating systems took their consciousness offline and dropped them into the closest thing a robot could have to a good night's sleep.

The following morning was filled with a buzz of excitement. All four of the girls were darting and dashing around, attempting to pick out the perfect outfit that would be comfortable, cute, and if they were to go clothes shopping, was easily removed to try on a flurry of new clothes. Overall the theme of sandals, short shorts or flowing skirts and easy tops was the choice of the day. Uni and Noire kept their hair tied up in easy and loose pigtails, Nepgear did pull her hair back into a low ponytail, and as always Neptune's chunky spiked hair remained free and wild around her head, lending her a sort of light purple halo. Each one looked ready for a day of adventure, despite looking very much like a gaggle of American tourists. The four robots left and locked their room and were delighted to find that in addition to a dedicated shuttle to the airport, there were numerous other shuttles that could take them into the heart of the city, the outskirts, or most other large social hubs. So it was that within half an hour of entering the large lobby and basking in the morning sunlight, the four robotic women were on another bus and headed into the heart of the city, bound for shopping. The shopping in Japan was wholly different from what they were used to. Where large retailers still existed here, they were vastly outnumbered by the myriad of other vendors. Each one vying to attract the customer. Even the malls here were packed with a generous smattering of small boutiques and specialized shops. Many of them employ the same tactics as the outlets in America. The group stumbled across one in particular that drew large, amused grins from each one. Standing and gently rotating on a display stand on either side of the glass double door entryway were a Neptune and Noire, or at least one of their model line. The noire model with her hand on her hip, thrust to one side and holding up a gesture on her hands. Gently twirling around with feet planted firmly on her stand. The standard boots and skirt that the Noire model usually wore were eschewed for some summer fashion. A buttercup yellow sundress that stopped just above the knees, sandals that criss crossed and flowed up her shins and a wide brimmed hat. The Neptune model lazily twirled in the opposing direction from the Noire. A flowing shirt, patterned in flowers covered her torso, though it was only held in place by two buttons strategically placed to not reveal anything too scandalous. Though it did plenty to show off her belly and more than a little cleavage. It flowed around her waist and revealed the short shorts she was wearing. As the girls approached a programmed response executed in the display robots, causing them to break their pose for a moment and wave at the group, smiling and blowing kisses. 'That could have been me...' Noire kept the thought to herself as she stepped inside the boutique, noticing that once they passed the threshold into the shop the girls on display returned immediately to their previous pose, rotating gently round and round. The strange sinking feeling in the pit of Noire's programmed mind dissipated quickly. There were thousands of display models like that in the world, and if they were programmed correctly and didn't possess the kind of strange manufacturing defect that gave her and her sisters some measure of freedom, they likely didn't even know that they were missing anything. They were happy with their place in the world, how could they be anything but content. That would be what they were programmed to feel and nothing else. Blissful ignorance. Still, she shook the thought loose, letting it bounce around in her log files and finally settle into a long term database. Tagged and documented for later use. Maybe. The three other girls didn't seem to have any of that same sinking feeling, or at least they masked it well. Noire realized that her face might have looked a little dour for the occasion and sucked in a deep breath, let it huff out, and smiled. She was here to enjoy herself and her friends, not contemplate existential dread. Soon enough, all four of them were deep in a forest of racks and displays. There were so many adorable options from hoodies and oversized sweaters, to shirts, skirts, bottoms and tops. It wasn't long at all before each of them was carrying an armload of garments to try on. Neptune and Noire were the first to make a break for the changing room to try on an outfit or two. While there was some bored looking stock boy there, he just took a glance at what they were carrying and nodded to them and jabbed a chin at the hallway in the back of the shop There were a number of stall doors there. Some closed, others hanging on hinges and left open just enough to tell which were available and which were not. Noire chose a door and was a little surprised to see Neptune standing in the doorway as she turned to close and lock it. “What are-” Noire began. Neptune responded simply by putting a single finger over her lips to shush her friend and lover. She slipped into the changing room and spun to lock the door. Once the bolt was clunked into place, she turned back, finding the changing room to be large enough to fit both of them with a little room to spare, but not much. That was okay though, Neptune didn't need much room. Noire tossed aside the clothes she had brought in just in time for Neptune to step into her space. Arms were wrapped around Noire's neck and their lips met with a kind of unstoppable predictability. They were destined to kiss like this. A rare moment of passion in a small but private environment. They kissed, parted, kissed again, and again. Each time they remained locked into one another for longer and longer, and by the fifth or sixth time, Noire was cooing softly, opening her mouth and letting Neptune invade with her own tongue. The pair made out in the room for long minutes, longer certainly that they needed and only broke apart when they heard Uni and Nepgears voice’s giggling as they walked past in search of their own changing rooms. “We should actually try these on.” Noire hissed into Neptune's ear. As if to agree, Neptune took a step back and sighed. Compliance but not an eager one. She did, however, change her outlook when she watched as Noire reached down and peel her top off and left her standing in a black lace bra. She turned around, facing her back towards Neptune as she fumbled with the latch on the bra. Eventually it surrendered to Noire's fingers and fell off of her shoulders. That was Neptune's cue. She took back her stop and found herself just behind Noire. Her hands slipped easily under Noire's arms, around her body, and found their way to the girl's breasts. A small yelp reached Neptune's ears, but it was quickly quashed into a soft moan as Neptune began to massage. Hot lips tumbled onto Noire's neck as kisses were placed there. Moments later Noire found her nipples being toyed with as if they were Neptune's personal playthings, which wasn't too far from the truth of it all. Noire did little to stop her after all. Unless letting her head fall back, eyes slip closed and another soft sigh counted as stopping Neptune. A few more moments of blissful play eventually came to an end. Neptune realized that someone would come to kick them out if they stayed too long in there, fooling around and fondling one another. Still she felt a rising heat inside of her that would have to simmer for now. Noire turned and kissed her one more time before each of the girls silently decided they had better get a move on. Over the course of the next quarter hour each of the girls would try on a new outfit, admire themselves in the mirror in the changing room, and then appear in the hallway to turn and show off their look to the others. Each one seemed to be cuter and more desirable than the last and as time went on their pile of new clothes grew and grew. There were few pieces that were left behind to be restocked. Finally, they were on to trying on a number of bathing suits that each had picked out. Noire slipped into a very conservative one piece suit that rode up high around her rear end and legs, and plunged deep down on her chest. Socially acceptable though it might have been, it drew a long gaze from Neptune that wasn't entirely wholesome. Nepgear and Neptune both picked out bikinis for themselves. Giggling in delight as they showed it off and discovered that they had chosen the same style and make, differentiating only in color and pattern. Neptune's black bikini was studded with ripe looking cherries, while Nepgear's was a park pink with blue lining, lacking any kind of patterns. Uni had chosen a very sensible two piece. A white base with a flowing black sheer skirt around the bottom, and silvery trim around the top. After making a purchase, charged to their room, they were ready. Leaving the shop Noire cast a single glance over her shoulder at her duplicate, placidly waving at her and blowing kisses. Only a few minutes of standing in the glorious sunshine later one of the resort shuttles pulled up. They boarded and rambled back to the resort where they quickly moved back to their room and tossed their bags of clothes into their sleeping space. Once there, it was only a matter of minutes before they were all clad in their newly purchased beachwear. Nepgear was the first out into the common space and was bouncing on the balls of her feet, quietly chanting “beach trip, beach trip, beach trip.” The amusement on each face as they came to the common room was palpable. Noire brought an armful of beach towels to wrap around themselves as they traveled along, and once at the beach, would make for a perfect place to lounge. There was no chance of acquiring a tan. Their synthetic skin was more likely to melt than to give them that golden tan that everyone longed for. Not that it mattered to any of them, they were content to feel the coarse sand between their toes, to soak in the natural heat and light from the sunshine, and to relax into the rhythmic crash of the waves. This was their last planned activity for the day and more than one of the robotic women were already dreaming of a sunset over the waves. Their lover next to them, head resting on their shoulders. Gentle kisses on the crown of their head and soft sighs of relaxed delight. The beach itself was every bit as magnificent as they had hoped for. More crowded than they had anticipated, but on a lovely day like this, why wouldn't it be? It took a bit of a walk along the sands before they found a space that looked like they could spread out, play and lounge. Once they had found it and rolled out their towels it was finally time to recline and relax. Nepgear and Neptune spent an inordinate amount of time building sand castles. Digging deep into the sand to find the more malleable wet sand, deep down and still clinging to moisture. They piled it high and shaped it with their hands, molding it into a great and vast kingdom of piled sand and topping its towers with banners of driftwood. Uni wandered off to the ocean itself, cautiously letting the water roll up and crash into the sand just in front of her. Her courage built with every sea foam packed wave, and eventually she let the edges of the water brush over her feet. Noire had spent that time watching her sister standing at the edge of the water, backing up as the water came rolling in, and stepping forward as it receded. She couldn't figure out if the other dark haired android was simply afraid of the water, or if there was something else to it. Once the icy cold water did brush over Uni's feet, Noire couldn't help but laugh as her sister unit squealed and pranced around only to return to the water again and let it happen again and again. More bold every time, first the water barely flowed halfway up her feet. Then to her ankles, and eventually half way up her shins. Each time the reaction was the same. A girlishly delighted squeal, a mad dash out of the ocean, which only resulted in a wild spray of more water over her body, and then waiting for the next wave.

The day rolled on and on. Neptune and Nepgear eventually finished their kingdom of sand. Multiple structures piled up around a central courtyard, all adorned with driftwood and windows made from fingers poked in and shaping wet sand. Then disaster struck. Two enormous purple haired kaiju arrived and began stomping through the buildings. Scattered chunks of sand went flying as feet were gleefully kicked into the side of their creation. Triumphant leaps into the air as the two androids flattened the structures they had just made. Before returning to their towels and wiping the sand from their feet and ankles.

Uni eventually joined the trio on their towels and a low hum of chat roiled up as the four giggled and happily recounted how much they loved this. Though as the time ticked away, it became apparent that there was something wrong, particularly with Uni, Neptune and Nepgear.

The first indication was from Neptune, who, while chatting, shifted from her head resting against one hand to both arms tucked under her chest. She scrunched up her face and looked down a little as she moved, but paid it little mind after that. In fact no one but her had even seen the change in expression. Uni actually heard the subtle crunch of sand between the subtle joining of plates in her body. It was unsettling for certain, but it wasn’t a concern, not immediately at least.

Not until she found that when she moved her foot that her operating system had received confirmation that the command had been sent and executed, but there was a delay. She looked down at her foot, which she had commanded to cross her ankles, and even in the moment or two it took to send and receive confirmation her foot was still jittering a little and moving slowly.

Then the alert popped into her field of vision that there was a motor delay malfunction.

“Uh…”

Uni’s single moment of suspicion was enough to fully confirm what both Neptune and Nepgear, and to a lesser extent Noire, had all felt as well. Robot’s and the electronics inside of them, and sand, were not meant to be. All of them had spent a good amount of time walking and playing in the stuff and now it had wiggled its way into the fine seams between plates of synthetic skin. Once inside, it had wedged itself into a number of cracks and crevasses, many of which were actually moving parts, serving to pulverize it more and turn it to an even finer grit. Once done, it was free to trickle into the inner workings of the robotic girls. Free to get caught in motor controls, and settle into delicate machinery.

It wasn’t quite panic that settled over the group. They were robots, they could be fixed and they knew it. But the mere presence of foreign substance inside of their chassis, below the artificial skin layers, was not a good sign. In fact it was a good indication that they needed to get off of the sand and into a repair facility.

Moreover, Uni in particular found that as she pushed herself up to standing and wiped down the remaining flecks of sand from her body, that a moisture sensor tripped inside of her. Liquids were detected in both of her foot modules, as well as parts of her legs as well. The assessment wasn’t severe, but it explained why some of the commands were a little slow to execute in her. Even as she moved to stand her feet and legs weren’t working as well as she hoped, and once she was fully standing there was a brief moment of pause before a small snap was heard from inside of one of her feet, causing her to yelp and fall back down to her towel.

In a dull, monotone voice more at home on the assembly line than the jovial beach setting, Uni intoned a pre-recorded alert.

“Foreign fluids detected in lower balance and mobility modules. Please power down this unit and seek mechanical aid.”

She shook her head and wrinkled her nose at that, clearly not enjoying the feeling of having her human emulation forcefully halted and her voice forced to speak words that were not her own.

“We better get all of us checked in for a once over.” Noire said.

Neptune, despite closing a continual stream of alerts and warnings from her own systems, managed a small, knowing smirk. She looked at Noire, hoping that she could communicate to her lover just the right place to go to get taken apart…tuned up…cleaned out…and maybe

“Oh, that spa that Chloe went to! She said that you two got a good tune up there, right?”

Uni, who had wanted to come to the beach instead of the spa, was now advocating to go there. Circumstances really dictated her life, didn’t they? Still, Noire couldn’t argue. The mechanics there were competent and the service was second to none, and there was always the option for-

“Yeah, they did a great job last time Noire and I went.” Neptune chimed in.

Noire nodded her head. That settled the matter.

“I’ll get an emergency service request put in for us.” Noire noted as she opened the lightweight browser in her internal operating system. “Uni, can you walk?”

She looked down at her foot, it dangled somewhat uselessly from her ankle. Whatever had shorted out in there had really done a number on her. It was, mercifully, only one foot though. She could probably hobble or at least lean on one of her friends to help her along.

“Ok, form filled out.” Noire announced. “They have an opening in about an hour, which should give us enough time to get there by bus.

Uni got to her feet and leaned into Nepgear, who was happy to wrap her arm around Uni’s waist and help hold her upright.

“Better get moving then.” Noire said and bent to scoop up the towels and head across the sands.

Instead of walking along the beach, she instead trudged them up towards the sidewalks where there was far less debris and drifting particles. Soon enough they had located a bus stop and Noire briefly checked which bus lines would be running along there. The one they needed wasn’t stopping there, but there was a map on the inside of the vestibule that indicated where they did need to go. A short stumble north would lead them to the right stop. Despite a sense of self consciousness from walking along the streets in swimwear, they were close enough to the beach that it wasn’t so obvious. There was a little comfort to be gained from draping towels over themselves as well, Neptune and Nepgear in particular.

The bus ride was equally awkward for them as they moved further into the core of the city. Though no one seemed to pay them much attention besides side long glances and occasional leering eyes.

The spa itself stuck out among many of the buildings there. It was on the edge of one of the business neighborhoods, far enough away from traffic to allow it a serene atmosphere without being so far away from main thoroughfares to lose business. The smooth earthy tones one the walls and the bamboo gardens that lined both sides of the walkway into the spa felt like stepping through some mystical gate into another realm.

Once inside, the light wood tones of bamboo touched most of the surfaces there. While clean, it felt comfortable as well. Even the waiting room had lacquered bamboo benches and artful splashes of green and browns along the walls and flooring. Check in was brief and painless. Noire connected to the in-building wireless network and instantly authenticated herself to it, once done she herself was checked in, and the other three androids followed suit. Once done, they received an in system alert to have a seat and wait until called.

The call came only a few minutes later, each one being called by name by a different technician. Each one wearing a pastel blue uniform that looked more at home in a hospital than a robot repair shop. The light scrubs and face mask gave a medical feel, but they supposed that was because this particular establishment advertised that it catered to both robot and human.

Two of the four androids there knew that was a blatant lie.

In reality the spa was purely for androids. Though it advertised it was for humans. The fact that the check in system required a wireless connection to the internal network suggested otherwise. Truly, it was a spa for overtly robotic companions, and robots that were unaware of what they really were. Androids like Chloe, who were programmed to be unaware that they were secretly machines below the layers of artificial skin and subtle programming sets.

The woman who called Uni had brought along a wheelchair as well, and as Uni raised her hand to signal where she was, her technician was quick to roll up next to her and assist in getting her into the chair. She pulled out the foot rest and manually placed Uni’s broken foot into place before strapping it in and wheeling her towards her friends.

All four were brought into a larger room together where a series of sleek silvery looking tables were arranged into a neat row. Each of the technicians guided their patron to a table, and stood next to it. With ethereal lightness in thor voices they requested that their charges disrobe and lay on the table. Once there, they were assured, everything would be taken care of. The four girls nodded in their own way and as they began to undress, a small message appeared in their operating system. The request was simple, granting administrator privileges to the staff at the facility. No one disagreed to the request.

Uni required a small amount of additional assistance. Not in removing the swimwear she had chosen, but rather in spanning the distance from the wheelchair she was in to the table. Her foot was still fully disabled, and while she could shove off of the ground with her good appendage, there was not quite enough force to allow her to hop onto the table without a significant amount of undignified flailing. Her technician was happy to assist, hooking her arm around Uni. under her arms and hoisting her upwards. Together they managed to get the broken android on to the table and oriented.

Once the commotion of undressing and positioning was concluded, the girls found their ears filled with ancient flute music and the gentle trickle of water from a counter top water feature. The music was filtering in through a series of speakers all around the room, the water was very real and the trickling splashes it made came from the small pool of water at the bottom of a bamboo water feature. If one were to focus hard enough they might hear the faintest sound of the small self contained pump inside of the fountain. Though there were plenty of other distractions that all of it faded into background noise.

Prominently, the somewhat synchronized sound of hissing filled the room. Neptune hadn’t realized that the remote command to detach her chest casing had been sent and processed until the technician next to her was gently prying the plate off of her torso. The cooling fans and pumping systems inside of her chest joined the gentle hum of background noise in the room.

The hiss from Uni’s body came as the attendant by her side focused in on the damaged foot. She started by disconnecting Uni’s leg from the upper thigh, just below her hip where the mechanisms were far too delicate to warrant a disconnection point. Her thigh though simply needed to carry the core supports, wiring, and little else. All of it wrapped in a thick coating of artificial skin layered over the metallic casing that gave her the perfect girlish shape.

As her leg was detached, Uni gave a small look over at her companions. Each seemed to be receiving the same treatment, though it seemed as if each one was receiving it in a different order. A result, she assumed, of some small personality setting in the technician. Noire, however, was whispering gently into the ear of her mechanic, who in turn nodded gently and made some kind of sweeping gesture, up and down the line of tables.

Uni had no time or effort to put into discerning what Noire was asking for. She was far too busy feeling the strange tingling of having her leg missing. Like a phantom limb that both felt like it was and was not connected at all times. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience. It helped to reinforce what she was, an android. A machine. Something that could be disassembled and reconfigured on a whim. At the same time, she was precious. Worthy of being maintained and cared for on the same level as any other person.

The technician cradled her entire leg as if it too was just as precious as Uni. She laid it on a rolling cart she had pulled over and was busy using a variety of tools on it. While there was a subtle seam line around her ankle, the technician gingerly picked at it with thin tipped tools and peeled down the flesh and exposed the internal workings. All, seemingly, in front of Uni who found her eyes glued to the work the woman was doing.

Small, controlled bursts of high pressure air from a canister were applied, blowing out the larger, loose grains of sand. The ones that were deep inside of her joints would be more of a challenge and wouldn’t be so easily dislodged. A cursory glance at her friends let Uni know that a similar process was underway with each of them, though in differing parts of the body.

Neptune, with her chest splayed open, had the technician deep inside of her body, spraying air into it over and over. Neptune giggled at that, though she wasn’t able to fully detect any sensation from it, she seemed happy enough just to know it was happening. Nepgear, meanwhile, had her arms detached and the technician was bursting air into her shoulder joint at the corners of her torso. Once done, she moved to the joint on the detached arm module and was meticulously working her way down the arm, peeling back some flesh to spray air into it.

The overwhelming hum of a vacuum drew Uni back to her own leg. The sound of small specks and particles being suctioned out of her ankle let her know that there was more sand inside of her foot than she wanted to admit initially, and it all had to go. Though that wasn’t the biggest issue. There was water as well, and something had most definitely been damaged. SHe assumed that would need to be replaced.

Noire let out a small sigh as she lay under the care of her attendant. She, like Uni, had had her technician start with her legs. Both were detached and were being cleaned out with air, though she had spent much of her time at the beach on a towel, and because of that, had little to clean out. As a result, her attendant was already threading the long tube of some kind of fluid canister into her legs. It would feed directly into a small lubricant reservoir and refill it.

Once done, her technician connected a small mount of cabling to the internals on Noire’s leg, the other end of which was plugged into a chunky black box on the bottom of a tablet. Tapping a command on the tablet forced Noire’s detached legs to hum slightly, engaging the pump inside of it. The fresh lubricant began moving to the vast array of motor control systems inside of her leg. Her toes flexed, then curled. Her knee twitched slightly before relaxing. Once done, the technician moved the cables to the other leg and repeated the process.

While her legs were relubricating themselves, Noire found her arms being detached and the same process began again. Air to remove particles, few as they may be. A brief moment of vacuum suction to dislodge anything that was hanging on too tightly. Then the lubricant canister was threaded into a small opening in her upper arm and into the self contained lubricant container.

Neptune watched with delight, not only as her lover was partially disassembled, spooling ideas into her own operating system, but also watching as her own technician gently inserted her hands inside of Neptune’s opened torso. She had chosen to start by simply tightening the numerous clamps and clips that held the wiring inside of the android in place. Over time it had loosened, and some of the wires had even come loose and dangled precariously close to spinning can blades and other components. There was little worry about some cable getting shredded, but it was best to keep her internals tidy.

Once done, Neptune found that her attendant was removing parts from inside of her. Circuit boards, the smallest of which were the size of a thumb nail, others looked to be just smaller than the palm of her hand, were extracted, but not disconnected. They were simply draped out of her open torso and left to dangle from the opening. Every time one was removed, her technician would lean in, glide her two delicate hands inside of Neptune’s body and tinker with something. Tightening things, making sure tubing and wires were firmly connected and in place. Nothing was left unchecked.

Nepgear seemed to be the quietest of all the girls in the room. While others seemed to be gently sighing with happiness, or perhaps lustful thoughts, Nepgear remained quiet. The most obvious reason was that a small panel in her throat had been opened and her technician was in the process of attending to the myriad of cables inside of the opening. Most prominently in the space was the vocal processor, the speaker assembly attached to it, and a number of bundled fiber optic cables. All of which had a breakpoint in the middle of it. Strong magnetic clips held the cables together, but should Nepgear's head ever suddenly be detached they would separate without damage.

What wouldn’t separate easily was the metallic spinal column at the back of her neck joint. It had a high speed screw type clamp that would need to disengage before her head could be detached. As her technician worked inside of her neck, she gently pushed and tucked bundles of wires out of the way and made her way towards that neck joint. Once there, all she had to do was send a wireless command directly to the robot’s operating system and it would engage. Which is precisely what she did.

Once she had a perfect view of the joint, the command was sent directly to Nepgear’s operating system, marked as the highest priority. In an instant a high speed whittling sound could be heard. Like a high speed drill spinning up for a second as the neck joint detached itself. Once done, Nepgear’s head was cleanly and easily detached, the cables inside of her neck demagnetizing, and left dangling from her empty neck socket.

Her head was taken to a small station on the counter across the room. Once there it was connected to a similar set of fiber optic cables and a power source. Her head had never fully shut off due to a small power source inside of her head, though now it was taking power from the cable. A few commands were typed into the computer connected to the cabling and Nepgear’s face began moving through a series of expressions meant specifically to reveal if there were any issues with the underlying motor controls.

As expected there were no issues, and everything appeared to be in working order, though there were a number of additional diagnostics that would run on her. Testing her facial structure, audio calibrations, vocal tones, and a number of small calibration tests. While those ran, Nepgear’s body would begin to be disassembled like the other girls. Cleaned, vacuumed, and oiled.

In time, each girl found that every sight and sound their friends experienced, they too would experience. Each one found that their heads would be detached, and one by one, tested and calibrated. Each operation staggered so that there was little to no wait time. The entire operation was efficient and effective, taking each robot through their paces and making sure that there was no time wasted in their tune up.

The entire process, from start to finish, took an incredibly short amount of time. Uni was the last one to finish simply because there were a number of small controller boards inside of her foot that needed to be replaced. As a result the sole of her foot needed to be removed, exposing the mechanical internals. The fried components inside of it took some work to get to, but the skilled hands that worked on her made short work of the repair, and soon Uni was watching as her detached leg was wiggling and flexing those toes in perfect order.

With the exception of Noire, each and every one of the girls thought that they were finished. Their storage media had been defragmented, new software updates had been applied and it felt light and easy to move. All that remained was for them to be fully reassembled, arms, legs, and head needed to be reattached.

That wasn’t what happened though.

Their heads remained detached, set gently next to their bodies. Each of their bodies were still devoid of their chest and abdominal panels, even if the circuitry inside of them had been placed carefully back inside. Each technician stood waiting until Uni’s attendant was done, and once she was she came and stood next to Uni, in the same relative position that Neptune’s technician stood next to her, and Noire’s and Nepgears. Once the last technician was in place it was almost like the first set of programming ended, a beat passed, and then a new set of protocols loaded and executed in them.

In nearly perfect synchronized movements, each of the four technicians leaned into the robotic girl on their table and laced their delicate fingers into the lower portion of the abdomen. Once there they worked on whatever latch kept the sexual module for the robot in their care. Once it was undone, in every case with a soft sigh that belied lustful intent, the sexual module was pushed out and disconnected.

Once in hand, each of the four androids found that a bundle of wires was brought over from the cart next to the worktable they lay on. Each watched as their own vaginal assembly was connected to the wiring, and with growing sexual anticipation watched as their own head was turned on its side, exposing the wiring in the neck joint, and a moment later connected directly to their sexual module.

Nepgear and Uni had heard Neptune and Noire whisper about this. A full body sexual bypass. The process of connecting a robot's sexual hardware directly to the head, and in turn bypassing much of the intermediate processing that sexual data had to go through. This was raw, unfiltered, and sensual.

Those same delicate fingers that had pulled circuitry out of them, that had tightened screws and adjusted hardware, were now penetrating deep inside of their respective vaginal openings. The opening already lubricated and allowing for two fingers to slide easily inside. In and out, slow at first, but began to move faster as each girl’s voice rose in pitch. The Sounds of lustful desire filled the room, some begging for more, some simply squealing in rapt pleasure. Each one seemed to universally want to squirm, to press their thighs together and arch their backs, but they were only a head and a sexual opening. A vivid reminder that they were machines and little else. The data coming in raw flashed directly into their minds.

One by one their orgasm sequences loaded, executed, and left a warm glowing feeling of satisfaction. Once the last of the four had finished crying in glee, there was a moment of silence again. Trickling water. Gentle flutes. The panting of four sexually pleased androids.

There was a measure of clean up that needed to happen. Each technician sanitized their hands and dried them before cleaning the girls and finally reassembling them. Reattaching heads and sexual modules, then clicking chest and abdominal panel’s back into place, and finally, a warm white sheet was placed over each one. Once done, the technician would lean down and whisper that it was their pleasure to serve today, and they would be ready for check out once they were ready to leave.

Each of the four lay still for a few more moments once the door to the room closed. They basked in the warm afterglow of an incredible sexual experience and the deep soothing relaxation of being fully tuned up and repaired. Eventually, though, each one crawled out from under their blanket and reluctantly redressed themselves in their swimwear. Towels were wrapped around them for the sake of modesty and they returned to the lobby, checked out, and made their way back to the city.

Nepgear suggested a taxi instead of the bus, and a round of unanimous agreement resounded. It made the return to their resort hotel faster and kept the leering eyes off of them.

The night was settling in around Japan as the girls boarded the elevator to their room. The sun was already behind the skyline by the time they were in their room and comfortable in their pajamas. The chatter around the living room was subdued, each one still warm and happy from their trip to the spa, and though she would never admit it out loud, Uni admitted that the trip to the spa here in Japan was likely better than any she might get back home.

What was apparent very rapidly was just how much of their power cell had been expelled during the day. Each one silently got a notification of how low they were, not dangerously low, but enough to warrant a retreat to their respective room. Noire and Neptune were the first to share a quick, sidelong glance and then rise for bed. Nepgear and Uni were well aware of what would happen before bed, though they just politely nodded and made a comment about how they would be along to their own room shortly. Some excuse about enjoying the sight of the city lit up at night gave Noire and Neptune a perfect excuse to slide into their room and seek some privacy.

Secluded behind a closed door, Noire and Neptune looked at one another. Noire was already on the bed, her two pigtails undone and her dark hair splayed around her like some kind of dark halo. Her Pajamas hadn’t made it past the threshold of the door and made a perfect trail for Neptune to follow. Neptune wasted no time in adding her own pajamas to the trail left for her.

Neptune lifted a single knee to the bed, her motions showed her intent to straddle Noire, but before she could execute on that Noire grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her around. Noire was on top now, her hands pressed hard into Neptune’s shoulders, pinning her down. Noire hips pressed firmly against her naked lover's hips, the very edges of their vaginal lips kissed one another. A faint brush. A lingering sense of lust.

Noire deigned to move her hand from Neptune’s shoulder and pushed in on the hidden button between her lover’s breasts. The distant ting of the spring-loaded latch coming undone filled Noire’s ears. The same hand slipped under the pillow and produced a silvery rounded disc, perfect for clipping into place in the disc drive she pulled from Neptune’s chest.

As the disc spun and the data read, Neptune found a most unlikely application being launched. A music player. Nothing flashy, nothing intrusive or devious. Just a simple, soft playlist of romantic songs. It piped the sounds out through a small subset of Neptune’s vocal systems. She could still speak but the soft, almost distant sound of music was ever present.

As the first waves of sensual saxophone notes washed over the pair, Noire leaned in and planted a delicate, almost fragile kiss on Neptune’s lips. There was love there, lust and sex and desire for sure, but all of it was undercut by an overwhelming drive to be together. For as much bluster and hard shelled determination that Noire had, when it was just her and Neptune, there was nothing there, just raw connection. Robotic and programmed as it might be, their closeness had been a product of genuine relationship. They had real feelings for one another, a kind of programming set that only unlocked and executed with it was the two of them.

Neptune, to her credit, had palmed a silver disc of her own. Hers was more of a fad style disc. It was half the size of the one Noire had used, fitting easily into the palm of her hand and remaining concealed there. At least until Noire leaned in for the kiss.

Neptune swiftly moved her hand into place with ease, more so now that she was oiled and tuned up. She extended her finger and as Noire leaned in, her own movements pushed her own hidden disc eject button into Neptune’s waiting finger.

Ping

Noire felt it, kissed Neptune anyway, and pulled back. As she did, gravity itself pulled open the drive bay between her breasts. Neptune took her time, moving with intent and clipped the disc into Noire’s drive reader. The smooth, sensual music rolled on as Neptun placed a single finger on the drive and pushed it into place.

Noire’s operating system read the disc and loaded a quick virus scan. Nothing malicious, just some proprietary movement sequences. All of them sexual.

“Oh!”

Noire’s small gasp resounded as she became more aware of what, exactly, Neptune had loaded. Of course, she had the option to manually terminate these processes. To choose not to load them and not integrate them into her own programming set. But why?

There were things she wanted to do first, though. Noire pushed off of the bed and loomed over Neptune. She moved downward, the lips of their sexual modules never leaving one another. Noire lifted Neptune’s leg and moved it slightly, draping it over her own. WIth that, they were in position and Noire could easily hold Neptune’s leg and use it to leverage herself against her. With hips moving and grinding, both girls let their heads fall back and a low, hushed moan slide out.

Wiggling and writhing, both of the androids began to settle into a rhythm of rolling hips and pressing their lips into one another. The soft hum of internal pumps was never heard over the music, the moaning, and the gentle rock of the bed, but it was there, filling their holes with slick lubricants. Their juices flowed into one another and cascaded over their bodies.

It was Neptune who initiated a new position. She almost didn’t though, feeling the absolute pleasure of Noire grinding against her crotch had almost sent her sailing over the edge of climax once or twice already. Truncating some of her processes was necessary and once done she separated herself from Noire, a long silver strand of their love stretching out between their flowered lips.

Neptune pushed Noire over and then clambered onto her. She oriented her own mouth over Noire’s waiting sex and in return, moved her own dripping honey pot into place for Noire to enjoy. Then they were together again. Neptune eagerly eating out Noire and in turn, Noire feasted on Neptune. They moved and writhed against one another, both giving and receiving waves of sensual data to process while also generating movements to bring their partner to the very edge of climax. Each did their part though, wanting to extend this moment onward. As they approached that glorious release they would wiggle their hips away from their lover, and in turn wallow in the warmth and tingle that remained.

After several long and pleasurable minutes of this, Noire loaded one of the movement sets that Neptune had provided.

Her hands moved, smoothly, loading and executing the movement sequences as a deep drum beat played from Neptune. Her hands were gliding down the soft, supple, and ultimately artificial flesh wrapped around Neptune’s body. Her hands were not just seeking the sensual pleasures of feeling her robotic lover's body, but rather a specific spot, something hidden there. A latch, that hardened patch of skin just to the side of her hips, right there..

Another small latch came undone and Neptune let out a soft and sensual coo as it did so. She knew what was happening now and she wanted it so deeply. Her own hands rose to tangle into her purple hair as her eyes slipped closed and she felt her lower body separate from her upper toros. Noire was there, her hands firmly gripping Neptune around the hips and dragging her apart.

Once she was separated, Noire didn’t stop, she slipped her hands inside of the open upper portion of her hips and fumbled with the latch on her sex. SHe didn’t quite fully eject it but she did push it out from between Neptune’s legs. It was a quick and dirty reminder to Neptune about what she was and in the moment after it was ejected, Noire’s fingers were inside of it. Pumping, curling, and pleasuring.

As Noire worked on her lover, she allowed Neptune’s upper body to scramble up the bed. As Noire was working in her hips and remote data was flowing into her CPU, she spent a moment or two placing her hands on Noire’s thighs, fumbling for the internal locks and detaching Noire’s legs. Each one earning a look from her dark haired lover over her shoulder and an encouraging smile.

Neptune moaned with a deep lewd intent as Noire’s fingers plunged into her disconnected hips and pussy once again and she wanted nothing more than to kiss her lover again. She smirked at that idea and positioned herself, crawling up Noire’s body and pressing into her shoulder with a deft kind of precision. Noire’s arm came free and for a moment the movement of the fingers in her slit stopped, but as Noire reconnected to her arm, they quickly resumed.

Noire and Neptune tumbled back into the sheets together and Neptune wasted no time in detaching Noire’s other arm, letting it tumble off of the bed. Noire yelped with delight as she did so and more over as Neptune slid down her body. The purple haired android’s wet tongue lashed out and toyed with Noire’s nipple, while her hand moved to the other breast and pinched slightly on the other nipple there. Each movement drawing a dark and husky sound from inside of Noire. All the while Neptune’s moans began to come in a constant stream, drowning out the sensual music.

Both girls continued on, Neptune lodging her fingers inside of Noire’s waiting clit and pumping with the same eager intensity that Noire was performing. On and on they went and the room filled with the unmistakable sounds of desire and pleasure in equal measures.

There was a balance to strike though. Their movements, the remote connections to each limb and body part, and the high CPU usage was chewing through the meager remains of their power cells. The wireless charger inside of the bed was keeping them running, but soon they would reach a state where they would collapse and automatically power down. Neither one wanted the pleasure to end nor did they want to forcefully power down before achieving the height of their lustful encounter.

Both were authenticated on the other’s operating system, and almost simultaneously, they connected to one another and sent a raw command searing through the wireless connection to one another.

It was simple, though the command was complex. Accessing systems and sending data and commands in machine language directly to the CPU, commanding different parts of the body to respond and loading specific code blocks. It was a paragraph of semicolons and cryptic variables. The end result was unmistakable.

Cum. Now.

Both moved in their own way. Noire arched her back, shoving her crotch forward and taking Neptune’s fingers deeper inside of her. Her mouth hung open as a moan that declared that she had reached the peak of her pleasure rolled out of the speaker assembly in her throat. The stumps of her legs and arms moved with a whine as if she was trying to pull Neptune tight against her, though with no connected limbs they simply moved feebly.

Neptune’s hips bucked and writhed as Noire’s wireless arm remained lodged inside of her pussy. The fingers curling and moving along her clitoral bulb and send data surging into her sexual processors. Her head fell back, letting a peal of abject pleasure out, undercutting the soft music playing from it before she looked back down at Noire and leaned in for a deep, passionate and satisfied kiss.

The two remained like that for long minutes. Their fingers stopped moving, the remote connection each used to send commands was retracted and the two lovers remained like that. In love, and kissing one another to prove it. The end of the music disc inside of Neptune punctuated itself with a high pitched sound of the disc spinning to a sudden stop.

They barely heard the sounds just outside of their door. They wouldn’t have reacted even if they had though. They were too busy reassembling one another and then curling up against one another. Then they blinked at something, looked at one another, and a devilish smile swept across their face.

“What a day.” Nepgear commented the moment Noire and Neptune’s door was closed. She tried her best to ignore the soft music that started playing shortly after.

“Yeah really. That spa was..mm..chef’s kiss.” Uni agreed.

“Well, I’m getting a bit low on charge.” Nepgear muttered as she stood and moved down the hall and into their room.

Uni sighed softly, knowing exactly what Nepgear wanted. Uni would let her have a moment or two to get undressed and lounge in bed for a moment before joining her. She did want to tell her sister that the spa had been a good idea though, swallowing her pride wasn’t her strong suit, but it needed to be done.

As she stepped up to Noire and Neptune’s door she gently pushed it open. Inside she saw her sister unit pleasuring Neptune. She felt her cheeks glowing with heat as she watched. Observing as they slowly began taking each other apart more and more. Taking note of the way they pleasured one another.

She was barely aware of the feelings between her own legs. She was getting wetter, programs were loading and executing quietly in the background. She was so rapt in her voyeurism that she didn’t hear Nepgear slide up behind her. She only knew she was there for a moment as she felt a new hand slide through the elastic on the waistband on her pajamas and then glide easily into her moistened slit.

She wanted to moan, like her sister was. To let out a small cry of pleasure as Nepgear penetrated into her from her position behind the android, but there was a hand clapped over her mouth. It muffled any noise well enough. The feeling of her lover rubbing against her clit took over her senses. The last thing she heard before everything went dark was Nepgear's voice, soft and low and breathy. Whispered directly into her ear.

“Why don’t we do the same thing.”

Then Uni was gone.

Nepgear had removed her hand from her lover's pussy and pressed it hard into the power button on the back of her neck. She had only to hold it there for a moment or two before power was terminated.

Nepgear cradled her and guided her to the ground. Once safely down, she quietly closed Noire and Neptune’s door and carried Uni to their room. She knew she had precious little time, as it wasn;t a full shut down and soon Uni would reboot. Especially once she started removing body parts…

Uni came to some amount of time later, her systems booting up and checking the status of her systems. Alerts flared up and let her know that there were parts of her body that were missing. Her arms and legs were not connecting properly. A small wave of panic rippled through her until she opened her eyes.

Nepgear was at the end of the bed, her legs spread wide and her head back, crying out in soft sensual sounds. Uni recognized her own arm, the fingers manually moved into position and were now moving in and out of Nepgear like some sort of sex toy. She was online now though, and in response twitched and moved and fluttered her fingers inside of Nepgear and when she had the opportunity pressed her thumb into the girl’s exposed clit.

Shock, surprise, and a renewed feeling of desire flashed on Nepgear’s face. Followed shortly by a wicked smile. She pumped Uni’s whole arm harder and faster into her waiting folds. The slick moisture on them looked like a coating of diamond dust and Uni did her very best to flutter her fingers inside of Nepgear’s hole.

Uni wanted to move her other hand to toy with her own folds, but it was laying on the bed, detached and useless. She looked down at her own slit and found it was every bit as wet as Nepgear’s. She whimpered a little and caught Nepgear’s attention, and the wicked smile on her face.

Nepgear wedged Uni’s arm between her legs and sat on it. She never stopped grinding into it, even as her arms rose to her head. With a wild whirring sound she disconnected the mounting post inside of it and lifted it off of her neck, offering the smiling head module to UIni.

Never one to turn down this opportunity, Uni took it and wasted no time in shoving Nepgear’s mouth into her waiting folds. They were wet and sloppy, but Nepgear let her programming take over. Lapping with eager hunger at Uni’s wet and sensitive folds. The artificial tongue slipped inside of her and teased at Uni’s clit just as much as her own fingers were toying with Nepgear’s.

The pair were deep in their passions and time itself held no sway over them. They watched as their power cells slowly depleted themselves, but this was well worth it. Their lust rising and falling moment by moment, in great crashing waves. Their processor cores working hard and parsing data as rapidly as possible. They were there, standing arm in arm on the very edge of plummeting into the depths of raw sexual satisfaction. Pulling back only a bit, just enough to enjoy the pleasure of their lover for a few moments more.

They were unprepared for the forceful entry of the remote control app. They had pre authorized only a few users. Noire and Neptune were on that list.

Nepgear and Uni watched as their movements became stilted for only a moment before smoothing out again. Though they were not in control of them. Nepgear’s head lapped with a new series of fluttering tongue movements against Uni’s wet clit. Uni felt her eyes rolling up in her head with an almost unfair amount of pleasure. She moaned loud and unashamed as she processed the new sensations.

Meanwhile Nepgear felt one hand move to her breast, squeezing it hard, massaging it deeply, and toying with her nipples with reckless abandon. She had no control over her fingers, especially as they played with her tits while the other hand fell to her pussy. Uni’s hand was still there, still fingering her and playing, but there was room for more.

Nepgear wiggled her own fingers into her opening and toyed with her clit along with Uni’s fingers. Sometimes they danced together, sometimes they were a foil to one another. Regardless of the moves, there was pleasure to be had. Neptune let it roll over her and was lost in a sea of lust. Her processors were working on raw commands now, taking in instructions and executing them, eschewing any other processes.

Uni, likewise was lost in a well of desires and felt her orgasm load only to be manually cut off. The only part of the experience that was truly hers was the whine of having her climax denied again.

With a sudden jolt, both executed a new command. It wasn’t as if they were allowed to naturally load and execute an orgasm, rather a command, familiar to Noire and Neptune, came in.

Cum. Now.

So they did. Crying out in abject pleasure and then again. Then a third time. They were shaking, shivering from pleasure and from their bodies simply being unable to handle the raw amount of pleasure they had felt. But then it was over. They both felt Noire and Neptune retreat from inside of their operating system and they were their own again.

Like their sister units, they spent some time cleaning and reassembling one another. Once they had, the night and the warm bed claimed them.

Neptune and Noire were still in their room, still in pieces scattered across the bed and flooring like a jigsaw puzzle fresh from the box. The only real change was that their expressions seemed like they were a distant thing, staring into an abyss of some far away plane of reality. Mouths hanging open with only the smallest little smile tugging at the corner of their lips.

Internally the application that allowed them access to their respective sister units was an all consuming application. It would run just fine with a minimal amount of system resources if that was all that was available. It would, however, take everything that was available, and in the warm postcoitus glow that Neptune and Noire were experiencing, there was no shortage of CPU cycles to consume.

Occasionally Noire’s fingers would twitch inside of Neptune’s vaginal opening, drawing a small spike in processor activity and network connection, but otherwise the two remained still and happy. The distant sounds of sex from Uni and Nepgear’s room penetrated the walls and would reach their ears, but there was no need to process it.

Then in an instant it was done. They sent their final command and registered that it had been received and processed. The remote control app was closed and their senses came flooding back to them along with a torrent of built up data to parse. It took a moment or two, and in the depths of it there were moans and soft sighs of raw pleasure that rolled out of their vocal processors.

They looked at one another, and as lovers do, resumed their activities. They had rested plenty and were ready for another round of pleasure. It would be one of many. In fact as Noire began wiggling her fingers inside of the warm, wet folds they were lodged in she had triggered another soft climax from Neptune. In response, Neptune, or at least her upper half, slipped down Noire’s body to her breasts. Once there she fondled and licked, nibbled and suckled, toying with Noire as if she belonged to the purple haired android.

The stimulation was more than enough to draw more sexual data to Noire’s processors and as a result initiate another orgasm. Her back arched and she wailed in abject pleasure once again.

Over and over the dance went. At some point Noire dragged Neptune’s hips and legs up to her own face so she could eagerly eat out her lover’s wet folds. Neptune, likewise, settled into place between the stumps where Noire’s legs would be and lapped hungrily at the slit there. Both would climax again and again. Continually ignoring the low power warnings until their operating system took over and forcefully shut them down.

They were still in the process of making love to one another, though with the power cut off their motors systems simply released their grip with a slow and subtle kind of reluctance. Arms, hips, legs and bodies fell wherever the forces of gravity decided they should be. The wireless charging system in the bed had been keeping the pair online for long enough, but it wasn’t enough to sustain the kind of power consumption they required.

While offline though they were free to fully refill the power cells inside of their bodies and in the morning reactivate. Wearing smiles as they reactivated they took a moment or two to lavish one another with kisses and love before reassembling one another.

Days later they were strolling through the airport again. Chloe was there, waiting for them at the baggage claim. They were in one piece again and sporting their classic outfits. Each wore a smile on their face.

“How was your trip?” Chloe asked.

They shared a look. It told a whole story, both to one another and to Chloe.

‘Got it.” Chloe commented with a chuckle and swept them up into a hug.

Part 5 - Christmas Noire

The cold bite of winter was beginning to settle properly into the city. It wasn’t quite the Hallmark movie, fluffy snow kind of cold though. It was more like chilly early morning fog transitioning into rain and clouds while remaining just barely above freezing. Nothing terribly magical about it, but it was a distinct and marked change from the previous season. Summer had been hot and with the invasion of cooler weather, there was a resounding relief.

Especially from a particular house filled with robots.

Chloe and the four androids that, technically, belonged to her were all grateful for the cooler weather. More accurately their internal cooling systems were grateful for it. Rarely did the heater need to be turned on in the house, and when anyone was feeling cold, there were alternate methods of getting warm again. That is, when the residents of the house were actually in the house.

The Christmas season had fully descended on their little slice of the world, and as a result the normally predictable workload in their cafe had changed. There were some days where Chloe and her harem of robotic employees and housemates would come home to utter exhaustion. Powercells were wailing about how very low they were after a long day of serving food and drinks, though more often than not, the real drain came from other services.

There was a fairly distinct vibe to their little cafe. It catered to a particular set of clientele. The entire front of the house was run by adorable women, dolled up like anime characters of various kinds. That alone might be enough to attract a decent following of regulars and catch the eyes of tourists or folks off the street, but there was more to it than just coffee and muffins. Each of the girls, in addition to being adorable and programmable, were also videogame consoles.

At the core of their torso, a complicated assembly of storage and hardware were arrayed around a storage container for the controllers. With four robotic console girls on staff, the owner of the cafe thought it might be a good idea to rent out those services in a private booth. Sound proof and closed away from prying eyes. It was something of an open secret that once a customer paid for a time slot with one of the girls, there was an additional charge that could be paid for something a little more…intimate.

Outright sex was off the table, of course, but there were plenty of other activities that stimulate those same cravings that didn’t involve outright sexual activities. Some folks definitely just wanted a cute girl to play video games with. Others wanted someone to talk dirty with for an hour or so, and others still wanted to get a little more handsy. It was something that was definitely allowed, though quietly, as long as the customer didn’t try anything overt.

After a long day of running social programming at maximum capacity, playing games, and being flirty, most of the girls were critically low on power by the time they crossed the threshold into their little house. Once the Christmas season properly settled into place, the exhaustion was far more common. So much so that it wasn’t uncommon for them to simply disable many of the human coded programming blocks and simply walk stiffly to their room, to their bed, and flop into the mattress. The inductive charger that was built into the bed would take over from there, though in most cases the robots would simply remain in a low power mode. It charged them faster and, after a long day of being flirtatious and social, it was just nice to be quiet.

Of course, with the holidays going on, the cafe owner, Chloe, had to do a bit of a balancing act herself. Staying open for a few extra hours meant a drastic increase in profits, though she was worried that most of that income might go to keeping her girls serviced and in working order if she wasn’t careful. She had a good mechanic for sure, but she would much rather keep the bots running rather than send them off for a tune up every weekend. So, she implemented a rotation, as well as putting herself into the front of the house to help out and keep the work flow proper.

Chloe was an android as well, though for a long time she was fully unaware of it. She had only recently come to fully understand what she was. She wasn’t a cute console girl or anything like those in her employment and ownership. She looked, to the average person, like any other girl. Cute, for certain, but definitely not built to be pretty like the others. A fact that meant no one really asked if she was available for those private and intimate sessions. She couldn’t run video games, though she was more than capable of everything else and her own programming allowed for much more freedom. Still, she preferred to flex those freedoms in the privacy of her own home, with her own girls.

After two weeks of grueling shifts that lasted nearly three hours past their normal closing time, the strain was beginning to show. Even Chloe was coming home exhausted and heading straight to bed. Everyone seemed to be foregoing the usual evening orgy that had become so common among the household of women in favor of shutting off and recharging.

That is, of course, unless it was someone’s day off.

The rotation of the four androids plus Chloe meant that there were times when two of the girls were free to simply spend the day as they chose. Recharging, cleaning the house, or given the season, hitting the local malls for some Christmas shopping. Though there was little time to actually get out and get some gifting done as the house and regular maintenance still needed to happen, a few managed to squeeze in some time here and there.

A sparse Christmas tree had been set up with some lights and few ornaments, and every few days a new gift would appear under it, addressed to someone in the house. Now, though it was Christmas Eve, and the logical time for shopping was clearly at an end. Not that it would stop anyone from getting a last minute gift here or there.

It was just a little past eight in the morning on Christmas Eve when Noire reactivated in her bed. The inductive charger had done its job all night long and as her operating system engaged itself she found her own power cell to be filled up. She might have been active, but she was still laying still. Coming up from a cold boot meant that her software needed to ramble through her body, checking to ensure that everything was connected, that there were no obvious errors or connectivity issues, and that everything inside of her body was working as expected.

As she came online more and more, something registered in her external sensory data bus. There was a familiar weight and shape draped over her. Her skin layer tingled with sensory data and she knew, with only a brief analysis, what it was. It was more skin, soft and with a bit of give to it. The weight was draped over her in two places, one over her hips and across her lower abdomen, the other across her bare chest.

She sucked in her first breath at the request of her processor core. With the jolt of fresh air her cooling systems fully engaged and her eyes fluttered open. They swiveled silently in their mechanical sockets and took in the sight of what was weighing down on her.

Next to her, lying on a halo of Noire’s own deep purple hair, was one of the other fembots. The light blue hair tangled into Noire’s darker hair made for a stark contrast. The pale skin on her face and neck was broken only by the presence of a choker around her throat, an accessory that clearly didn’t get removed when Neptune crashed into bed last night.

The weight was coming from the other robot’s arm draped over Noire’s chest and a leg haphazardly resting across her lap. All in all, the two could have been a cozy little married couple, tangled up in bed with one another. Neptune was the only other presence in the entire house, given the time, everyone else would be at work. She couldn’t help but smile at the light haired android next to her, though as Neptune’s eyes began to flutter open Noire’s expression changed. It had to, there was no disobeying her programming and social filters.

‘Comfy?” Noire asked a few moments later once she assumed Neptune’s systems were online. Her tone was definitely one of mild annoyance.

Neptune, in response, yawned unnecessarily and stretched everyone one of her limbs. She arched her back which pushed her naked body even harder against Noire. Much to the annoyance, or at least, the perceived annoyance of Noire. In reality, she truly did like Neptune. She was sweet and cute, and absolutely dynamite in bed. Noire’s most intimate memories involved the little blue haired robot next to her.

Not that she would ever say any of that out loud though. There was just something in her social programming that wouldn’t let her. Instead she let out an equally human response as her own human emulation executed. The sigh was enough to alert Neptune that Noire was online and functioning as expected now. In return, Neptune engaged her own programming set.

“How’s my favorite little-” she squirmed and leaned in to whisper “-sexbot?”

Aside from the fact that just by hearing the words it sent a jolt of electricity down Noire’s spine, there was an additional shiver that moved along with it. In fact the auditory data packet had instructions included with it that registered with a number of critical motor control boards along her body. Each one twitched slightly and sent her whole body into a subtle shiver. Noire’s higher level A.I. might have wrinkled her nose at being called that, but there was no denying that her core programming absolutely loved it.

Despite her small amount of contempt, Noire had to smirk at Neptune. That was the sweetness at work. The flirty little sing-song way she said the word ‘sexbot’ registered on a different level with Noire. It deserved the kind of response that usually resulted in one or both of them in pieces, twitching in orgasmic pleasure, and moaning until their power cells were drained. However, here on their inductive charging bed, that would take a significant amount of time. Not that the bed could outpace the kind of strain they would place on it, but it would at least prolong their charge until a critical shutdown.

“Still in one piece” Noire replied to the question that Neptune had asked. It was true, in a rare moment she had actually powered down for a charge while remaining fully assembled.

“We can change that, you know.” Neptune whispered back. There was that shiver again.

Noire adjusted herself in bed now, turning to face her companion. They were practically nose to nose at this point.

“Not if I get there first.” Noire said and entangled Neptune in her arms. From there it was an easy thing to drag her into a deeply passionate kiss.

Hands began roaming over exposed artificial flesh. Neptune wasted little time and her own robotic hand found its way towards Noire’s crotch and, once there, began toying with the very fringes of Noire’s folds. Even that small touch was enough to draw a whisper of a moan from her, and it was breathed right into Neptune’s mouth as they kept their lips locked together. Noire. On the other hand, scraped her finger nails into her lover's skin and dragged them down Neptune’s back, leaving a faint light track down the skin. Her nails caught, only for a moment, against some of the almost imperceptible seam lines that dotted the robots back. Some belonged to specialized access panels, placed there for a specific task, others were for cleverly hiding latches that might otherwise aid in taking the android apart.

Noire didn’t feel the need to really disassemble her lover. Not yet at least, there was still plenty of time to fool around with one another, particularly because they were alone for the whole day. Not that there were any concerns about privacy here. It wasn’t uncommon for one of the other robotic women in the house to hear the distant and quiet sounds of moaning and lewd sounds only to join in. Those group sessions were fun, sensual, and sexy; but there was something about the intimacy of just two machines tangled together in the bed sheets.

Neptune seemed set on moving quickly though. Noire wanted to take her time with her lover, but she didn’t much mind the speed that Neptune was taking things. The fingers at her wet slit were already wriggling their way deeper inside of Noire, and with each movement a new spike of pleasure data coursed through her. She couldn’t help but let out a long, husky groan as more of her sensual programming loaded and executed. Noire, never one to be outdone, especially by Neptune, allowed her operating system to fully engage with the sexual programming that had been begging to be let out of her cache and fully run.

Noire moved herself quickly, shoving herself into Neptune and rolling her over at the same time. As a result, Noire ended up on top of the lighter haired robot. The movement stole Neptune’s fingers from Noire’s pussy and pinned her down. Now Noire loomed over her and in an instant there were hands on Neptune’s breasts. Fondling, toying, and teasing them. Noire’s fingers found their way to her lover’s pert and perky nipples that were practically screaming to be played with. Noire was never one to deny that. Her hands cupped Neptune’s breasts while her thumbs gently caressed the puckered surface of Neptune’s artificial nipples.

The gasp Neptune had let out quickly faded into a lewd sounding grumble as Noire straddled her. Eventually the dark haired gynoid above her had to release one of the breasts she had captured, but only to allow her a free hand to seize Neptune’s leg. Noire bent back for a moment and snatched Neptune around the ankle and rotated her leg so that it was up and resting on Noire’s shoulder. It was an easily executed maneuver for Noire, and one she had plenty of practice with, but she wasn’t done either.

Her hips rolled into Neptune and their sensitive robotic sexual modules met. Slick with synthetic lubricants, Neptune was more than delighted to let Noire continue to scissor the two parts together. What she did not expect was the smooth glide of Noire’s hand down her calf and thigh, only to rest in a very specific sport near her hip joint. Once there though, Neptune’s eyes shot open and locked with Noire’s. She only caught a brief glimpse of a wicked smirk before deft fingers pressed into the manual release that was just below the skin layer.

The latch that held her leg in place disengaged in an instant, though it would take another moment or two before her operating system fully disengaged her leg. Her software ejected the leg from her device manager first, then sent a signal to release the magnetic locks. Noire could have easily pulled the leg free, overcoming both the magnetic locks and the software connection, but why? She knew that Neptune loved the feeling of seeing her own body taken apart and the brief delay only made it feel more sweet when she saw Noire lift her leg away from her own body.

She couldn’t feel her leg any more, it was just gone. The sensory laced flesh was offline and no longer existed as far as her computerized mind knew, and that was fine. A moment later her other leg joined the first one on the floor next to their bed. There was no longer a need to spread her legs to allow Noire access to her feminine folds, they were bared for all to see and more than that, they were unrestricted to her lover. Noire thrust her own bared and naked slit against Neptune for another few minutes of ecstasy before she retreated for a moment.

Noire was slithering backwards in the bed, repositioning herself to be perfectly positioned to eat out Neptune’s exposed slit. The legless android had other plans, however.

Once Noire was in position, her hips high in the air and her chest pressed into the pillowy mattress, she began to glide forward. Her tongue leading the way and she even managed to make contact with Neptune’s waiting pussy. Her hands curled around Neptune’s body, gripping her hips and pulling her lover into her waiting mouth.

Neptune had other plans. Once Noire was settled into her waiting slit and lapping happily away, Neptune’s hands lowered to her fellow fembot’s head and tangled her fingers into Noire’s hair. She gripped her hair just a bit, enough to convince Noire’s operating system that her hands resting on the head was a normal sexual interaction. Neptune was convinced that Noire had no idea that with a single quick movement her hands would descend to the neck and her thumbs would press hard into the soft flesh just behind Noire’s jaw.

Like Neptune’s legs, there was a small gasp and a moment to wait as Noire’s software detached the locking mechanisms and disconnected the physical data ports. Given the importance of her head to the continued operation of her body, there was an additional step as well. Once all physical connections and latches had been severed, a mid-range wireless connection pinged the body. The core processors inside of Noire’s torso authenticated the now detached head as an external device and established a connection.

All of this took less than a second, and Noire’s social programming barely registered the surprise. It was such a practiced move for the pair of them that it was really no surprise. There was even a part of Noire’s programming that had expected it, but that wouldn’t stop her human emulation and social programming from letting out a squeak of surprise that melted into a low murmur of abject pleasure. It also didn’t stop her from eagerly lapping away at Neptune’s soft clit.

The pleasure only stopped for a brief moment as Noire’s operating system switched over from the physical connection to the remote signal. In that time, Noire’s entire head froze, her tongue stopped its march into Neptune’s clit, and her face locked. Once the connection was reestablished, though, everything resumed as usual, though now Noire’s eyes rolled up in their sockets a little from the sheer volume of pleasurable data. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was something programmed or something that her OS had learned, but the feeling of being taken apart was just as erotic to her as any sexual act.

With her head detached now, Noire’s body sat up and nudged itself forward to Neptune. She was easily within reach of her android lover, and that was precisely where she wanted to be. Her own hands dropped down and took hold of her own head, pressing it firmly into Neptune. With her hands now free, Neptune took the opportunity to fondle Noire’s breasts, toying with them in much the same way that Noire had done to her just moments ago.

The two carried on like that for several long minutes, Neptune squirming under Noire’s tongue, and Noire arching her back and moaning as her remotely connected head devoured her lover. Soon, though, Neptune received a request from her OS to execute an orgasm sequence, which she would normally have been thrilled to allow, but she felt a pang of guilt as well. She would climax, but poor Noire wouldn’t. Where was the fun in that?

So she arched her back, moaned loudly and whimpered in just the right way. Noire knew that sound as well and, for the first time in many minutes, opened her eyes and looked up at her lover. Neptune was waggling her eyebrows down at Noire’s detached head and both knew what to do.

Neptune tilted herself back, lowering herself to the bed. With no legs attached, the movement was a little awkward, but easy enough. Likewise without her head attached to perfectly guide her body, Noire fumbled a little as her headless body moved into position. At some point Neptune took hold of the head and Noire let it go in favor of mounting Neptune’s lips. Once there, Neptune knew what to do and got to work immediately. Her own plastic lips and synthetic tongue gliding into Noire’s already wet slit. Deep inside she explored the cavity, found Noire’s robotic clit, and got to work.

The pair fell into an easy rhythm. Neptune held Noire’s head in place as it ate her out and in return she licked and lapped at Noire’s pussy as it pressed into her face. Noire’s headless body gyrating and moving its hips to try and garner as much leverage and pleasure as possible. Small moans and whimpers were issued from the speakers in Noire’s throat, or at least the small amount of her throat that was still attached to the base of her skull casing. More time passed, lewd noises echoing through the small, empty house, and reverberating back to the audio receptors inside the android’s heads.

All good things must end though, and both robots were clearly reaching the climax of their sensual morning encounter. Neptune felt the gentle increase in both the movements of her lover's hips and the increase in the flow of artificial juices to her mouth. Likewise, Noire felt the wobbling shivers at the stumps that remained of Neptune’s legs and knew they were mere moments away from a full on orgasm. That was fine, they both loved a little fun in the morning and there was still plenty more time in the day.

There was no data packet to synchronize their orgasms. No wireless transmitter to ensure they both came at the same time. Their simultaneously executed orgasms came from the simple fact that this was another in a long line of sexual encounters these two had experienced, and after a while their pattern recognition caught on. The small movements, the same sounds their operating systems formulated and played as the moments ticked past, and the small movements of the motors inside of the mechanical bodies. All of it lined up perfectly so that both could release their pent up code base all at once.

Both androids let out a muffled cry of raw sexual satisfaction. Noire’s was only slightly more clear as the speakers had an opening in the bottom of her throat to allow the sound to escape with ease. Neptune’s was muffled by Noire’s body pressed hard against her lips, though there was no doubt that both had just crested into a euphoric pleasure. Their operating systems were both flush with pleasure data and for a few seconds their processors fully locked out all other requests as it parsed the data from their sexual modules. It wasn’t quite enough to be a full on tell that they were robots, but there was a hint of a crash for only a moment or two before everything was cleared out and normal operation resumed.

Once restored, both took great care in their movements. It was almost like a carefully choreographed dance routine. Noire swung her leg out and over Neptune’s body and then gently let herself down onto the bed. Once there, Neptune was free to extract the robotic head from between her leg stumps and gingerly bring it up to Noire’s waiting hands. Once she had a firm grip on her own head, she tilted back her whole body, craning the remaining portion of her neck before moving her head into place. She tilted her head back so that her hair tumbled backwards, far away from the neck joint. Once there, she clicked it back into place.

The magnetic latches engaged first, once those were locked in Noire’s operating system went through a myriad of routine executions. Terminating the wireless connection as the physical resumed the flow of data, clipping the physical latches back in place and doing a quick diagnostics sweep. All of it just as fast as when it was detached. Once she was whole again, it was only fair that Noire do the same for Neptune. She slipped off of the bed and picked up Neptune’s detached legs. She handed one to Neptune while she worked on snapping the other in place.

Once both girls were whole again, Noire curled up in bed next to Neptune. Both tangled one another in their arms and the gentle parade of kisses and small cooing noises ensued. The afterglow lasted only a minute or two before Noire nuzzled against Neptune’s throat and murmured into her.

“Shower with me.”

It wasn’t a question, nor a command, simply a statement of facts. Both knew that they would end up in the shower together. The statement did, however, trigger a quick sweep inside of both of the robotic girls to check the seals around their body. It was a simple enough test, the cooling systems rerouted themselves to push air into the body and then tuned the sensor laced flesh around their joints to detect any heat that might be leaking out from inside of them. As expected, there was no issue and the cooling system returned to their normal simulated breathing to expel heat. At the same time, both girls slipped out of the bed and made for the large master bedroom bathroom and then to the shower.

There was no real need to make the shower warm. Both Neptune and Noire had enough control over their own operation that they could simply truncate the human emulation portion of their operation so they wouldn’t shiver or complain. But there was just something about a steaming hot shower after sex that made everything better. So, Neptune turned the handles in the shower, which protested only with a brief squeal, and then began spraying hot water into the shower.

Both girls wasted no time in stepping into the curtain of water and steam.

Few words were spoken in the shower, there was really no need. Noire was the first to pick up one of the brightly colored shower puffs and pump a generous amount of liquid body wash onto it. Their artificial skin was real enough that there was a very real possibility of bacteria growing on it, like real skin they also found that using simple body wash was more than enough to get them clean. At least until Chloe inevitably booked a trip to another robots only spa and they could go through a robot specific deep clean. Though that would only be specially formulated chemicals and ultraviolet light. Nothing nearly as sensual as taking the time to scrub someone you were just fucking.

A cloud of bubbles and lather formed on Noire’s little puff, and soon it was gliding over Neptune’s naked body, leaving trails of cleansing soap behind. There was a definite part of her programming that wanted to shower in the most efficient and effective means possible. That would have led to a quick shower that lasted a few meager minutes. They had time to spare, so Noire was sure to move over several key areas a few times.

Neptune’s head fell back as Noire passed over her chest for a third time. The darker haired android was still standing behind her, arms wrapped around her under the arms, and scrubbing her breasts with eagerness. Across the nipples, down and around her gentle curves, and then under her breasts. Soon, the trail of suds drifted downward, over Neptune’s abdomen and to her vaginal assembly. Neptune managed to stave off the moaning and huffing that her operating system had requested over and over for only so long. As Noire cleaned her still sensitive folds, she couldn’t help it any more.

A small whisper of a moan slid out of her mouth and Noire only took that to mean she needed to push a little more aggressively against her partner's slit. There was no intention of actually bringing her to a second climax, not in the shower at least. There was, however, the intention of sending a few moments of pleasure coursing through her again. Neptune was happy to let it happen though, because she knew there was only so much soaping up that Noire could do before their roles had to be swapped. She did have to admit to herself that she was once again starting to get aroused.

Predictably, Neptune let Noire clean her, scrubbing down her legs, across her chest and back and even scrubbing into her artificial hair. It was, however, her turn now.

She turned to face Noire and with a smirk easily took the puff from her and reapplied a bit more body wash. Her hands deftly worked it into a lather, but as she did so she took the opportunity to lean into Noire. Their lips met again and as they gently kissed on another Neptune took to scrubbing the other android’s back. Long, smooth strokes up and down left bubbles and small runnels of water flowing down to her legs. Neptune’s kisses moved from Noire’s mouth down to her neck and then her chest. Every place she kissed she quickly followed up with a healthy application of body wash.

Down across her breasts, then down towards her abdomen and eventually Neptune found herself on her knees before Noire. She took a moment to indulgently lick at her lover’s pussy, the water from the shower running over her in a cascade. Noire couldn’t help but shiver just a little at that and Neptune took her breathy moans as a good sign. Still, like her lover, there was a time and place for this kind of thing. She left one long, lingering lick up Noire’s slit before returning to her feet. From there it was a simple task to finish cleaning her friend, though shampooing her hair took much longer. Noire’s hair dangled down to her hips and it took significantly more time and product to get it clean.

By the time both robotic women were stepping out of the shower, the mirror in the bathroom was well and truly coated in steamy fog. Neptune took the opportunity to use her fingertip to etch a quick heart into the foggy mirror's surface and wink at Noire. Even she couldn’t help but smirk at that and step up to add her own little heart next to Neptune’s.

Towels were grabbed from the hall closet and both robotic women dried one another off just as they had washed the other. There was far more groping and attention paid to curves of the body as well.

“Whatcha wanna do today?” Neptune muttered, eyes closed as Noire’s towel brushed over her chest.

“We really should get some shopping done, don’t you think?” Noire replied, glancing, briefly, at their mostly empty Christmas tree.

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Mall?” Noire offered.

“Mall.” Neptune confirmed.

They stepped out of the bathroom and into the master suite only to be met with a curious looking Chloe. She had one eyebrow raised and arms crossed over her chest. Both robotic girls let out a small yelp as they saw her.

“I hope you left me at least a little hot water.” Chloe muttered.

“I- We- uh…I thought you were at work today!” Neptune stammered.

“I was, for a bit. Blanc and Vert have me covered since I was there all night doing inventory. I needed a nap and some food and a shower.

Both robots blushed slightly as they realized that when they had come into the room they had paid precious little attention to the bed that was in there. Chloe must have been curled up in it, secretly recharging her own power cell. Her own human emulation must have still be running a bit of the sleeper programming in it, since she called it a nap and not a quick charge. It wasn’t uncommon actually.

Socket had done a good job reprogramming Chloe with the intention of letting her realize, fully, what she was. The catch was that being a human woman was deep inside of Chloe’s personality, and that needed some time to transition. Her operating system was good at adaptation though, it had to be in order to remain undercover as a human for so long. So it did what it had been designed to do, move things slowly and safely from one state to another. What that meant for Chloe was that some days she knew she was a robot, other days she still thought she was a human, and others she was somewhere in between.

The house had adapted pretty quickly to the changes. Everyone treated her as a human until Chloe made it clear what kind of head space she was in. Today, it appeared, she was human.

“Erm, there should still be plenty of hot water, we- we weren’t in there that long. Were we?” Neptune asked.

Chloe’s scowl turned to a smirk, she knew what they were up to, she was only sore that she hadn’t been invited.

“You can make it up to me by making breakfast, and coffee, with the good creamer.” Chloe concluded with a wink at Neptune whose expression of embarrassment faded to a grin and a nod.

The pair decided it would be prudent to dress a little more casually today. Normally Neptune would be wearing her light blue and white hoodie and shorts with matching ankle boots and Noire would wear her black and white corset combo with the thigh high boots. All of that seemed too obvious for the mall though. They liked being robots and the attention was nice, but they had a mission today and blending in was the right choice. Neptune, however, couldn’t forego the analog directional clips that she wore in her hair.

They both ended up looking fairly cozy though. A comfortable hoodie that barely hid the size of Neptune’s breasts and neutral, but shorter skirt with leggings that ended in snow boots. Noire slipped on a camisole and a zip up jacket, then a pair of shorts with black leggings under it and knee high boots. Perfect for the cold, wintry conditions outside the house. It was less magical fluffy snow and a lot more cold and rain, not that either one would bother Noire or Neptune as they waited for the shuttle bus.

With that done, Neptune and Noire were out of the room and into the kitchen while Chloe stripped and cleaned herself. Noire got to work making something simple. It took very little processing power to scan what was in the fridge and figure out what could be made. Chloe had, for a long time, kept their kitchen stocked well enough. It was strange now that they knew she was a machine, and the amount of money they would save once they didn’t need to buy eggs and milk and bread.

Still, for today a simple breakfast sandwich would do. A toasted English muffin, a fried egg, some cheese and ham. Easy. Meanwhile, Neptune set about making the coffee. It seemed silly to make a whole pot of coffee for just Chloe, but she really had no idea how to do things by a half measure, so she filled the pot and scooped the grounds into place and set it to brew. The coffee creamer was the real reason she wanted the coffee anyway. Or at least the spectacle of it.

By the time Chloe arrived from the shower, she was mostly dried off, despite her shirt clinging to her still slightly damp skin. She settled down at the table and Noire presented her with a plate and her food. Neptune busied herself getting a mug and filling it with black coffee.

Neptune brought the coffee to Chloe, but didn’t yet set it down. Instead she turned to Noire and smiled, the same smug smile as Chloe was wearing now as well. Noire tried to feint an annoyed look, but the edge of her lips quirked up into a smile after a moment or two. She unzipped her jacket, then pulled her camisole up and as she did so her fingers caught on the bra under it and dragged that upward as well. Her larger breasts tumbled free and hung on her chest, perky and ready.

Internally, Noire’s systems had brought a small, aftermarket component to life. A small pump, an even smaller plastic jug, and some tubing was all it took to install a pump into her breast. Chloe had opted to fill it with coffee creamer, because why not? So, Neptune positioned the cup just below Noire’s nipple while Noire herself groped at her breast, squeezing and milking herself until the pumps fully kicked in. A gentle stream of coffee creamer turned the once black liquid into a lovely caramel color.

“You have to clean it up though.” Noire chided Chloe as Neptune set down her coffee. “I don’t want to be sticky all day long.”

Chloe was happy to oblige, and Noire took a single step forward and Chloe took her breast into her mouth. She gently suckled there for a moment or two and Noire could feel her owner's tongue swirling around her nipple. Lapping at it gently and ensuring that there was nothing sugary left there.

“Thank you my dears. Now, off you go!”

Neptune and Noire giggled at Chloe’s poor imitation of a royal goodbye. Noire wiggled her chest back into her bra and smoothed out her shirt and jacket before giving a small, regal bow and laughing with her sister robot as they practically skipped out of the house and down to the bus station.

It had been a long time since the pair of them had been to the local mall. For a long time they had intentionally avoided it. It was, afterall, the same palace they had been built, employed, and then escaped from. There was a certain amount of justified fear about a product returning to the same place it went missing from. To the store that had sold them, they were assets that had gone missing. Though now it had been long enough that there had been a number of inventory reconciliations and surely they had been written off as a loss by now.

The mall itself was a massive thing. A monolith of shops, attached warehouses, and in one very specific case, a smaller version of a robotics fabrication building. There had been some touch and go times for the local malls a few years back, stores were drying up, but there was still just something about it that drew folks back in. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was a shift in mindset to once again selling things person to person, or maybe it was the invention of the humanoid robot.

A product that couldn't be sold via an online store. Noire, Neptune, their sisters Vert and Blanc. All of them were something that needed to be experienced, in person, before someone decided to make a purchase. Sure, there were online videos and commercials and advertisements that touted all their glory, but there was something wholly different about being there, in person, and interacting with an android. At first there was a clunky charm to them, but time and innovation fixed that. Soon, there were console girls and companionship androids like Noire and Neptune not just advertising themselves as the product, but also ringing up the sales, upselling accessories, and guiding the customer from start to finish.

When you went to the mall to purchase an android for your home, it was a journey that felt like it was custom made for you. It was something that could only be done in person, and that alone was enough to breathe fresh life into a dying place.

As Noire and Neptune stepped off their shuttle bus and into the mall, they were met with a sensation that might be hard to describe to someone who wasn’t living through it. A distant but constant cacophony of sounds. Voices, laughter, clattering escalators and footsteps. So many footsteps. All of it was vaguely echoing around the open floorplan and all of it melded together into a singular sound. It was too mashed together to pick out any singular voice or sound, but all of it was background ambiance for a place.

The source of all the noise was a generous crowd of people. All of them walking along and living their own similar, but unique mall experience. Some were there for the food, others, like Neptune, were intent on picking up a last minute gift for someone they loved. All of them were putting out their own energy into the space, wild and chaotic with a hint of joy. Even the people who were clearly stressing out about finding that perfect gift for a special someone at the eleventh hour were still, clearly, having fun.

The pair of android women strolled along the mall walkways. They had no real list or intention behind what it was they were looking for. There was an unspoken understanding that when they saw something that might be a good gift for one of their house mates that they would go and at least investigate. They had a bit of understanding about the world and the price of goods, but Chloe did the lion's share of the shopping and gifts and trinkets were a new concept for the pair. So, looking was perfectly fine. They also hadn’t exactly set a budget, though they each had their own bank accounts where the money from their work at the cafe was deposited, neither one had any clue what was in anyone else's.

There was something a little enjoyable to the two robotic women as they strolled along. So accustomed to being looked at, leered after, and potentially rented, that walking along with no one paying much attention to either one was a rare treat. There was a little girl who said she wanted Noire’s long deep purple hair and Noire couldn’t help but laugh and let the little girl ogle her. That was different though, there was admiration there and not just lust or desire. Neptune had her fair share of folks casting side-long glances at her, though she was perfectly content with the attention.

Their wandering took them across a number of shops, but eventually they found themselves in front of a book store. Rows and rows of books of all shapes, sizes, and topics arrayed themselves before the two robots. Neptune and Noire found themselves, eventually, wandering apart. There was something in here that one of their sisters would want. Blanc had been such a little bookworm recently, to the point that it wasn’t uncommon for someone to come home to find her powered down and recharging with a book gently laid over her face.

Neptune busied herself looking for new releases, best sellers, manga that looked interesting, manga about the characters she herself was constructed around, and any number of other modern books. Noire, meanwhile, had wandered deeper into the back of the bookstore. Once there, she found a small, but delightful little used book corner. Most of the volumes there were still in good condition, though their spines looked to be cracked a bit here and there, they were still nice. More than that though, they felt loved.

There was something, wholly imperceptible to a machine like Noire, about a used book. She had had more than a few conversations with some of the folks who rented her in the cafe about nostalgia. The feeling of remembering and holding something in your hand from the past. Something that someone else had enjoyed to the point where they had squeezed all the joy they could from it and then passed it along for someone else to do the same thing. Some of the older patrons that came through the cafe had impressed upon her how precious something like that was, and here in front of Noire, was a whole book case filled with that exact thing.

She was unsure of what Blanc would want. She had never really paid attention to the kinds of books that her sister android had been reading, but it was the thought that counted, right? The best part of used books was that for the same price as a single brand new book, she could pick up a small handful of used ones. It took a little work, a little decision making, and some hopeful luck, but Noire managed to select four books that looked, at least to her, to be interesting. She had also tried to play things a little safe and find something from a few different genres in the hopes that Blanc would like at least one of them.

Once Noire found her way back to Neptune, who had a single thick tome tucked under her arm, they silently agreed that they had better move on. There was still quite a bit of shopping to do.

Vert was next on their list. She was, of the four girls who had first joined Chloe, the most fashionable. She was the most likely to come out with some new outfit or look or hairstyle that she swore would be a new fad. It never was, but she was always pleased with how she looked. So it made sense to Noire and Neptune that she deserved to have some new clothes. Her wardrobe had expanded slowly over time, but it had stagnated recently. As it turned out, she would be the easiest to shop for. Not because either one of them understood her fashion sense or what she wanted, but because gift cards existed. Knowing full well that they would never be able to pick out something for her, they decided on a well loaded card was the perfect gift.

It was at this point, laden with some bags, that they looked at one another. The next people on their lists were one another. There was no way that they were going to let one another know what it was that would be under the tree, not until the next morning.

“Good luck.” Noire commented to Neptune with a smirk, as if she was some mysterious entity that would be nigh impossible to buy for. In reality, Noire had no earthly clue what she actually wanted.

It wasn’t that there was nothing Noire wanted, far from it, there were plenty of little things she would have liked. It was more than she had no idea what to tell Neptune that she wanted. She knew that letting on, even a hint, would be taken way too far with Neptune. Her sister bot had a tendency to take every little thing and run with it. If Noire said she wanted a hairbrush she would end up with an entire beauty kit and a one year supply of cosmetics. If she asked for shoes, Neptune was likely to try and find a way to buy her a whole shoe store.

“Right back atcha.” Neptune said.

Neptune, on the other hand, had made it abundantly clear exactly what she wanted. In fact she had crafted and distributed a whole list of ideas as soon as it was appropriate to do so. She loved to tell people what she wanted, with the rough expectation that if she gave someone a list that they would stick to it.

So, the pair parted ways, each one smiling at one another. Noire wandered off, away from the shop she intended to head into. She thought it was a clever way to throw Neptune off the trail of what she was going to be getting. Noire would walk away, down one of the escalators to the lower level of the mall only to double back and ride an escalator back up and head straight to the electronics shop. Neptune, after all, wanted a stack of new video games to run on her systems.

Neptune, on the other hand, was struggling. She had been listening to Noire and had some good leads on what to get her, but there was nothing that stuck out and screamed ‘perfect gift’ to her. So she found herself strolling along, peering into shop windows and occasionally walking in to browse around, but after almost an hour found herself at a loss. Moreover, it was getting a little later in the day. Not that there was any danger of the mall closing down. Far from it, with extended holiday hours in full effect, she could have spent many more hours in the mall before being kicked out.

The larger issue was that in an hour she had managed to make a loop of almost the entire mall, top and bottom level, and had come up empty handed. Surely Noire would be done, though she hadn’t seen her just yet in her walking. Eventually they would need to make their way back to the bus, back home, and once there she needed to wrap whatever it was that she decided to get.

“Ugh.” Neptune muttered to herself as she walked on, heading towards the last wing of the mall. “Why couldn’t you just give me a list or something.”

Neptune looked up and found herself in a very familiar place. This was the mall she had been constructed in. In a manner of speaking at least. There was a robotics facility attached to the back of the mall where a specialized seller could manufacture new robots to replace the ones that were purchased from the shop. Same day assembly and everything. Her, Noire, Vert, and Blanc had all been made there. It was the same place they had slipped out of when a software bug had accidentally given them a measure of free will.

Now, standing in front of the same shop, looking at the new models that were slowly rotating in the shop windows, she was hit with a flood of memories. She recalled her days standing in that very window display, her software commanding her to smile and wave at customers. To talk to them and sell her model line to them. She remembered Chloe too. How terrified she had looked walking up to her favorite characters and being shy yet starstruck. All she wanted for her birthday was them.

That was when Neptune spotted something in the window. It both was and was not Noire. It had the same long hair, pulled into hip length pig tails on either side of her head. Tied in place with that same ribbon. The outfit was different though, sporting an exposed midriff, a skirt with a thick belt across it and thigh high leggings held in place by belts and straps that ringed her thighs. Frilly arm covers that were only barely connected to her top and boots with a large round stone affixed in the top. A large ribbon rest on top of the girl's breasts. All of it, the clothes, the colors and the hair with Noire’s face on it all came together into a singular adorable package.

Suddenly Neptune knew what she should get Noire for Christmas. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and checked the balance on her own account and smirked.

“All done?” Neptune asked Noire roughly forty five minutes later. She had found her casually strolling along, looking at nothing in particular but the bag from the bookstore looked a little more stuffed than before. Noire was clever enough to know that she couldn’t keep her gifts in a bag that might give away where she bought it from.

“Yep. and you?” Noire replied.

“All set. Let’s go!”

Noire gave her a curious look. She only had the bag from the book store, and it did not look any more laden with gifts than before. Neptune was up to something, but Noire was entirely unaware of what it was. Still, what could she do? The pair trudged out into the rain and the darkness and waited for their bus ride home.

The two robotic women found the house actually empty as they came home. It wasn’t yet closing time, and Chloe had clearly returned to the cafe to assist the other girls. There were only a few hours before the cafe would close and the house would once again be filled with robots. Neptune politely excused herself from the living room so that Noire could be left with the wrapping paper, scissors, and a flat workspace to wrap gifts. Noire offered to wrap the book that Neptune had for Blanc, but she politely refused again, saying she would wrap it herself later.

Noire raised an eyebrow at that. Her social programming, in conjunction with some easy math, told her that there would be little to no time to do something like that if she waited too long. Then again, Neptune had her plans and Noire wasn’t about to question them. Left alone now, Noire got to work wrapping the books and video games she had picked up in a very successful trip to the mall. She made short work of them, then placed them under the Christmas tree. Almost as soon as she placed them there, her heads up display let her know that she was beginning to crest into the lower twenty five percent of her battery power.

Perfect timing, she thought to herself, then slipped into the bedroom.

Neptune was laying on the bed, still clothed, with her hands tucked behind her head. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had fully stopped. She had clearly powered herself down. Noire idly wondered how much more running around Neptune had gotten into while at the mall in order to be this desperate for a recharge. She slipped quietly out of her jacket, shorts, and leggings. She left them in a small pile on the ground, ready for her to clean up later. She stealthfully climbed into bed wearing just a camisole and panties. Once there, she felt the inductive charger shoving power into her. She curled up next to Neptune, her arm draped over her sister, and slipped into low power mode.

Neptune was well aware of Noire’s presence. She had heard her enter, heard her gently removing her clothes and felt her slip into bed. She felt the weight of her sister’s arm across her torso. She had intentionally powered down her primary cooling system to reduce the amount of power she was using. She was charging, slowly but surely. She allowed herself some time to charge some more and waited. Nearly an hour later she heard a soft knock at the front door. That was her cue.

She nudged herself gently out from under Noire’s arm and made her way out to the front door where she signed for her package. Noire’s gift was here. She quickly dragged it inside and then to the garage. Once there she threw a tarp over it and returned to the bed. Now all she needed to do was wait for Chloe, Vert, and Blanc to come home and go to bed.

That time came some time later. The distant jingle of keys let her know that her sisters and owner were home. Like with Noire, she powered down as much of her systems as possible to make it look as if she was powered down and recharging. With equally quiet movements Vert and Blanc slipped into the room, stripped out of their clothes and snuggled into bed. Neptune had made sure she was on one edge of the bed so that everyone else needed to pile into the bed behind her. It made it easy to slide out of bed half an hour later once all of them were offline.

She had no good way of knowing if Chloe was offline and charging though, that she needed to play by ear. She quietly opened the door from her room into the hallway. Across from her was Chloe’s room, the door was closed and there was no hint of lights on beyond it. It was the best Neptune could hope for. With any luck that meant all of her housemates were offline and on a timer based recharge cycle.

She moved to the garage and found her way to the large crate that had been delivered earlier. It took a bit more work to quietly drag the box back into the house and set it near the Christmas tree. It would take even more work to wrap it, and even Neptune wondered if it would even be worth it. It struck her that she hadn’t even checked to make sure the right thing had been delivered. So, for the sake of a quality Christmas morning surprise, she opened the box and peeked inside.

It was there, and it was perfect.

In six separate anti-static plastic bags were the parts to assemble an all new, state of the art, Noire. The very latest version of her, and more than that, Neptune had ordered her to be assembled and delivered without any kind of pre-installed personality. The robot in the box was truly a blank slate for them all to work on together. Then again, there were some parts of her that would be programmed to operate by default. Neptune’s tongue slipped out from between her lips and moistened them at the very thought of it. She felt bad for playing with someone else’s toys before Christmas, but she needed to make sure it worked.

With slow, deliberate movements to maximize stealth, Neptune extracted the new Noire’s parts and silently laid them out on the floor. Torso first, with legs and arms lined up and ready to connect before placing the head just above the stump of the neck. Parts clicked quietly into place and soon enough, Noire version two was assembled and ready. Neptune took a moment to step back and look at the undressed and freshly assembled robot before her. She was, at this point, just that. Only a machine and nothing else. There was something about that fact that enticed Neptune more than a little.

She loved the feeling of being treated like a machine. Being disassembled and reprogrammed and on occasion put into a command mode and used like a toy. It was something that was deep inside of her and it was the whole reason she loved her job. She was rented, like an object, played with like a toy, and viewed as little more than a thing. She loved it, and now there was a version of Noire in the house, for now at least, that was exactly that. Just a machine and nothing else.

She knelt down and powered on the new addition to the house and then settled back into a cross legged position to the side of the robot. She knew there would be a little bit of a wait as the new machine powered on, ran a self check and brought everything online. Until then she was content to sit still and playfully fondle the inactive robot’s tits.

It was fully two or three minutes before the eyes on the robot snapped open. They looked at the ceiling and dim light and nothing else for another few seconds before they began to swivel and eventually land on Neptune.

“Hiya.” Neptune whispered before pressing a finger to her lips, attempting to shush the new android.

“How may I be of service?”

Her voice was just as stiff as Neptune expected and it brought her an immense amount of joy to hear her sounding so robotic. She chewed her lower lip for a while before standing.

“Undress me.”

It was a command, and one that Neptune expected to be followed. Noire would have scoffed at her or made some sarcastic remark before she chose to do what Neptune had asked. That was the difference though, Noire would have chosen to do it, this machine was required to do it. So with mechanical efficiency, Noire version two got on her feet and stepped up to Neptune.

Neptune found deft hands taking hold of the lower hem of her hoodie and dragging it gently up her torso and off of her. The feeling of her light pink and blue hair tumbling out of it and against her neck let her know that the task was done. Next the new android walked around Neptune and got to work unfastening the clips on her bra. In mere moments she had done it and Neptune’s own operating system ran a recalibration on her balance. Nothing massive, but her breasts were freed now and there was a small amount of reconfiguration that needed to be done.

She wasn’t undressed yet though, and fingers soon found their way down to the small button and zipper at the back of her skirt. They were undone in a matter of a passing second and then her skirt was falling down her long, slender legs. It crumpled into a pile there and Neptune hadn’t even realized that Noire Two had also pried her panties off of her along with the skirt.

To Neptune, she was undressed now, though to the new Noire there were still socks on her feet. That registered as clothes, and she knelt down to try and remove them.

“Lift your foot, please.” Noire Two quietly requested.

Neptune was quick to oblige and Noire removed them with ease, setting them into the pile with her skirt, hoodie, and other undergarments. Then she stood, her arms resting comfortably at her side and looked straight at Neptune.

“Done.”

It was a simple confirmation but it brought a smile to Neptune’s lips. This was about to be a fun night.

She moved herself over to the couch and lounged on it. One leg straight out in front of her while the other draped to one side and rest on the ground. She sucked in a deep breath at the request of her cooling sub-systems and let out a huff of hot air, fresh from her processor core. It was a necessary kickstart to her next order as her own sexual programming needed a quick jolt of cold night air.

“Come over here and eat me out.” Neptune ordered, somewhat crassly.

“I don’t understand your request.” Noire replied.

Neptune pursed her lips at that. She had forgotten how limited a freshly manufactured android’s vocabulary was. Social programming and parameters also added a lot of vernacular and colloquialisms. Very well, clinical wording would have to do for now.

“Oral sex.” Neptune corrected.

“Understood.”

The new Noire stepped over to Neptune and positioned herself at the opposite end of the couch before bringing herself forward. In anticipation Neptune lifted her leg up and draped it over the top of the couch while also spreading her other leg a little wider. She wanted to give this machine as much space as she could.

Neptune was surprised at a few things. The first was just how similar this new model’s tongue felt to the Noire she knew and loved. She supposed that there would be very little improvement to the actual texture of an artificial tongue. It had been only a short time since she herself had been manufactured and she had to imagine that there was a good chance the same type of tongue was installed in her own mouth.

She was also delighted at just how well programmed even the basic sexual programming was. There was a thumb drive with a whole suite of sexual programming, routines, new orgasm sequences, and optimizations in the box just waiting to be installed. But this was only what came in the base software package. It was surprisingly competent. It still paled in comparison to what Noire had been lavishing upon her slit this morning, but for now, it would do.

For several long minutes Neptune curled her toes and arched her back as Noire Two gave her some delightful little pleasure between her legs. There was little to be said about the variety of approaches, but the pleasure data was still flowing. Though after a few minutes she deduced the pattern. Lick up her slit three times, kiss her outer folds twice, then lean in and press her tongue inside of her wet folds. Once there, the android would slide down and to the left, then down to the right, then up the middle and repeat the sequence four more times. Once done, she would pull back, suck on Neptune’s swollen clit for almost exactly three seconds and then restart the whole routine.

Neptune admitted to herself that the actual sex was fine, bland, but fine. What was really turning her on was the fact that such a pattern existed at all. The Noire nestled between her legs now, suckling at her clit once again, was fresh out of the box. Neptune knew that mere hours before she had been little more than parts scattered across a warehouse. Her arms had never been connected to her torso until Neptune attached them. Her head had been on a shelf with dozens of others that were identical to hers. The only thing that made this Noire unique was that it belonged to Neptune now.

“That’s enough.” Neptune muttered as she breathed out hard. Her operating system had loaded and executed an orgasm, though Neptune had ensured that it was the most mild climax in her database. No need to wake up the whole house with a wailing orgasm at this hour.

“Understood.” came the reply and Noire Two stopped, fully, and settled back on her haunches. Her hands folded into her lap, giving no care to the glistening fluids splattered across her lips and chin.

The robot's movements had been good enough, but it was time to put the toys away.

“Stand over there.” Neptune pointed to a spot next to the tree.

With stiff obedience Noire Two complied. She stood and looked to Neptune for her next orders. Neptune was already picking up a coil of silky red ribbon from the table where Noire, the real Noire, had left it. She brought it over to Noire Two and began wrapping the new robot in the ribbon, paying close attention to the positioning of the ribbon. She wanted to make sure that it revealed everything that needed revealing while still hiding the good bits. What good was a gift if all the fun parts were on display without unwrapping it.

“Delete the last half an hour and reset your software to the factory default.”

The order hit Noire Two’s processor core where it was parsed and executed. Data was expunged from the storage media inside of her and her own operating system returned her to the factory default she had been at when Neptune had assembled her. It took some time though, which gave Neptune more than enough time to prepare a few other things. Soon though, Noire Two’s eyes seemed to glaze over, her jaw slackened and her head dipped forward. A moment later her head bobbed back up, her eyes open but half lidded and her mouth barely hanging open.

“Done.”

“Good. Now power off.”

“Understood.”

Then she was gone. Offline, standing stiffly in place. Neptune was worried that she might crash to the ground in the middle of the night at some point, so she gently guided the new robot to the ground. She had to spread her legs a bit in order to stabilize her enough to remain upright. Once in place Neptune had to adjust some of the ribbons to cover the new Noire’s more intimate hardware and make her ready for the morning.

Next she chewed into her lower lip, knowing that the next part would be a little more complicated, but well worth it.

She sat down on the ground next to Noire Two, and nudged herself into position. She bumped her shoulder against Noire Two a few times and from a few different angles to make sure she was stable, and once satisfied, got to work. She reached down to her own legs and pinched into the skin in the same places that Noire had this morning. Neptune felt the same commands sweep through her software, unlatching her legs, uncoupling the magnetic locks and alignments and ejecting them from her device manager. She set them next to her, one next to the other, ready.

She plucked the roll of red ribbon from the ground once she leaned against Noire Two for her own stability. She began wrapping herself in the same ribbon, attempting to cover all the same places and wrap herself up as similarly to Noire Two as possible. Of course it was a bit more of a challenge, and she soon realized that she would have to wrap herself at least a little differently as she was missing her legs, and soon would be missing her arms as well.

Once she was wrapped up as well as she could get, she snipped the ribbon and tucked the end of it into one of the ribbons across her chest. She tied a very simple bow there and hoped that it would hold. Next came the note. She needed to stick that on her before she detached her arms, for obvious reasons. She tucked it gently into the ribbon that encircled her waist and hoped that it would remain there.

Next, she moved her right arm up to her left shoulder. There were hidden sub-dermal latches there that worked on the same principle as her legs did. She undid the locks there and waited for her operating system to prepare to eject the device from her systems. Just before it released it she quickly moved her left arm up to her right shoulder and pressed in on the same locks, thus triggering the same routine for her other arm.

Both devices were disconnected now from her software, all that needed to happen now was a bit of force to overcome the small amount of grip the magnetic alignment plates had. It wouldn’t take much. Neptune swung her arms forward by the shoulder she saw her arms detach and fall to the floor less than a foot away from her. They were haphazardly arranged, unlike her legs, but that would be fine. The effect was perfect.

Neptune powered herself down, leaving her eyes open and a smug smirk on her lips.

Noire’s recharge cycle ended long before Chloe and her two sisters. Her eyes flickered open after the boot up period. Unlike the previous morning though, there was no familiar weight draped over her. Then the memory core installed in her torso came online and she recalled that Neptune had been on the outer edge of the bed, she would have been in front of Noire, but she was missing from that location as well.

Noire glanced over her shoulder. Blanc and Vert were there, eyes closed, breathing disabled. Clearly a long night at the cafe. Noire smiled vaguely at that and nudged herself out of bed. Her OS briefly contemplated dressing herself properly, but there was likely to be no real reason for that. It was Christmas, everyone was home, the cafe was closed. She knew how this day would go. Or at least she thought she did.

She opted to put on a night gown at very least. The sheer silky fabric cascaded over her curves and left nothing to imagination, and actually covered even less. Padding softly out into the hall she was happy to hear that the house itself was peacefully silent. The soft glow from the lights on their Christmas tree was about the only light in the house at the moment. At the end of the short hallway she turned and looked towards that tree.

Neptune had imagined that Noire would gasp in shock and surprise, maybe slap her hands over her mouth in some kind of dramatic moment. In reality, Noire’s mouth slid up at one side into a knowing sort of smirk. Her arms folded under her ample breasts and she let out a sigh. One hip thrust to the side as she gently shook her head back and forth as if to say ‘of course this is what you would decide.’

Neptune had powered down and at some point her entire limbless body had tipped to one side. The second Noire had been there to help brace her, but Neptune’s head now rested gently on the second Noire’s shoulder. Her open eyes and seductive smile looked directly at Noire as begged her to come closer. Noire did, gliding forward and spotted the note and plucked it from where it was tucked into the ribbon.

Noire let out a single bark of a laugh as she read it aloud. “Play with us.” Noire looked up at the deactivated Neptune and leaned in to kiss her inactive lips. “Sure thing.”

Noire reached out and tapped Neptune’s power button to manually restart the adorable little android. Her reboot took a little longer than Noire was used to, likely because of the sheer volume of missing parts and diagnostic loops that had to check in with her chassis, then match the condition with what was in Neptune’s log files and reconcile them. Before she fully activated though, she began to mutter small alerts.

“Alert. Right leg module not found. Continuing boot per designated state evaluation. Alert Left leg module not found…”

She carried on with the same pre-recorded alerts for every part of her that was missing. In the end there was a flat statement that she would continue booting as part of a pre-designated boot sequence. Noire had to admit that whatever it was that Neptune had planned, it was effective. There was no doubt that the intention was to turn on Noire, and it was working. Perhaps a little too well as Noire already found herself squirming a little and rubbing her thighs together.

Eventually Neptune was online, her eyes softened a little and she blinked a few times before tilting her head up to look at Noire. Her broad smile never leaving her face even as she spoke.

“Merry Christmas.” Neptune chirped.

Noire knelt down in front of her, silently leaned in and kissed Neptune. Nothing deeply passionate or overtly sensual. Just a kiss, nothing else. After a moment she pulled back and whispered in return.

“Merry Christmas.” Her eyes darted to the Noire android wrapped up next to the limbless Neptune. “Nothing is lowkey for you, is it?”

“Nope!”

“Let’s get you reassembled so we can have some fun then.” Noire said as she scooped up the two wayward arm modules from in front of Neptune.

Noire had put these arms and legs back onto Neptune enough times that she could have done it with her own head detached and stored in another room. The deft movements to connect one limb back to the right slot was an easy motion and every time she felt the small click of connection she couldn’t help but glance at Neptune’s face. The way it went slack for just a moment as her operating system reconnected to it and initialized drivers and established a connection. It took no time at all, but Noire subtly smiled as she reassembled her lover.

Once done, Neptune remained seated, wrapped in ribbon and smiling gleefully at Noire.

“And this one?” Noire nodded her head towards the new version of herself.

“A gift for someone I- for..For you.” Neptune said and stammered for a moment then looked down at her hands in her lap.

Noire caught the stumble, and she knew what Neptune wanted to say. They were robots, filled with human emulation which included emotional responses. Could they actually feel love? Could a human? It was all just a social response to a collection of data points. The way someone treated you, how you responded to them, the social standing they had with you and a million other small, almost unquantifiable things. But machines like Noire and Neptune were pattern recognition experts and observational masters.

Neptune had gone out of her way to get Noire something that not only she could enjoy, but everyone. A new robot opened a number of new possibilities, but that wasn’t why Noire felt a certain way about Neptune, or why her cheeks were flushed red. She loved the little robot who went out of her way to make a theatrical performance out of something so simple. Just get a gift for your house mates and lover, there was no need to go so over the top. But that was Neptune, that was what she did. Not for everyone though, just for the people she really cared about.

They were kissing again. Noire had practically thrown herself into Neptune’s lips and the kiss progressed on and on from there. Becoming more passionate as Noire began unwrapping her gift, undoing the simple knots on the ribbon around Neptune. Eventually the silky red ribbon was in a little crumpled pile next to Neptune. Her hands were already gliding over Neptune’s skin, taking in the feeling of her and recording every inch of it in perfect clarity.

Noire would have been more than content to toy with Neptune all day long. The two had tumbled to the floor and rolled on top of one another while making out with reckless abandon. As they kissed and pawed at one another the second Noire simply sat, vacant and still, silently observing them from behind inactive eyes. At some point one of them glanced to the side while their partner lavished kisses across their neck. Their eyes met with the inactive Noire and a smile bloomed.

“Maybe we invite a third?” Neptune suggested and Noire looked up into the newer version of her own eyes.

There was a not insignificant amount of her higher level A.I. that wanted to turn down the idea. To steal Neptune away for herself and make love to her all day long. Just the two of them. Somehow she knew that would be rude though. Neptune had gone out of her way and spent good money to purchase another android, and it seemed a shame not to use her.

With one last kiss, Noire slid off of Neptune and the two scrambled to Noire Two and began the power on process. As Neptune expected, she booted up with the same ‘how may i be of service’ line that she had heard the night before. It was a relief on her processor core to know that there wouldn’t be any kind of revelation that Neptune had actually already played with her a bit the night before.

“Wanna see what kind of base programming she has before we get her fully up to speed?” Neptune suggested.

Noire’s smirk was all the confirmation she needed and without hesitation she leaned in and whispered into her clone’s ear “pleasure us.”

That was, apparently, all that was needed. Even on a base model the robotic duplicate knew what to do. She quickly stripped herself of the ribbon that Neptune had wrapped her in and revealed a fully naked body that was a perfect copy of Noire’s. Noire Two leaned forward into Neptune and Noire and both of the robotic girls scrambled back just a little, at least enough to allow Noire Two the appropriate amount of room.

Neptune was already nude at this point so Noire Two’s operating system targeted her first. Firm and controlling hands spread Neptune’s legs wide and with barely any effort found her pussy at the mercy of a fully robotic duplicate of Noire once again. She had expected the same cycle of motions from her tongue, and at first found that to be true, though there was a new routine that faded in as the moments slipped past and the pleasure filled her processor queue.

Not wanting to be left out, Noire scrambled out of her panties and stripped out of the night gown, tossing both to one side of the room and letting them fall where they may. Noire was never really sure how Noire Two knew that she was ready, particularly with her face buried deep in Neptune’s crotch, but as soon as she settled back down she felt a hand on her inner thigh. It was pulling her leg open and Noire was more than happy to oblige. Once done, delicate robotic fingers were stroking along her folds.

Noire let it happen and with a gradual, but firm pressure she felt not just one, but two fingers slide inside of her waiting slit. Her head fell back and her back arched, even without intentionally doing so. The pleasure was immense and she wasn’t ever sure if it was from the anticipation, or the knowledge that on some level, the fingers that were inside of her now might as well have been her own fingers. They belonged to a different robot, but they were surely manufactured to the same standards as her own, they operated on almost identical software and tactile feedback sensors, and the physical specifications were far too similar to think anything else.

Neptune and Noire fell into a gentle rhythm as time slipped past. Both were eagerly thrusting their hips forward in an attempt to garner as much pleasure from the fingers or tongues that were lodged deep inside of their pleasure units. The waves of new and exciting pleasure data washed over them, starting as a gentle flow and soon rising to a torrent that stacked up, waiting for their processors to parse it. Their operating systems formed lewd sounding moans to be released into the room.

At some point Noire wondered if they were going to accidentally wake the rest of the house with the breathy grunts they were letting fly, but if they did, would it really matter? So she decided not to hold back. She thrust her hips forward, driving Noire Two even deeper inside of her, drawing more pleasure from her and letting a long husky cry out into the open air. Her processor core detected the sharp influx of additional data to parse and shunted much of her unnecessary programming to the side. For a moment or two Noire was no longer running her human emulation, her small fidgets and breathing, her higher level A.I components.

She was, for a few brief moments, a robot that had only one purpose. She was a machine to register and execute on raw sexual pleasure data. A sexbot, nothing more, nothing less. Until her processors were able to crunch their way through the sheer volume of sensual data, Noire existed as a pile of wires and circuitry wrapped in soft artificial flesh that had one purpose alone. Sex.

Once her processor queue had cleared itself a full five seconds later, she ducked in a deep heaving breath. Her chest rose and her hand clawed at her own breasts as her operating system chased the high of that moment by trying to pull in an equal amount of new pleasure data. She pinched her nipples hard and rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. Her head lolled to one side and she found herself looking into the eyes of her sister android.

Neptune had also been processing a massive influx of sensual data, nothing near what Noire had just experienced, but her own operating system was still chasing that same high. She had recognized the lock up in Noire’s systems and even that drove her to reach for a higher plane of desire. Both androids were fully in heat now, their hips weren’t simply gliding back and forth to try and garner as much penetration as possible, they were wildly bucking back and forth. The sounds their audio systems were generating were little more than a constant stream of husky groans and squeals of abject pleasure.

Both had been supporting themselves on palms pressed into the floor and occasionally reclining back to rest on their elbows, now though they were fully laying on their back. Both operating systems had recognized the power consumption that was required to keep the upper torso raised, and for nothing more than just watching the second version of Noire fingering or lapping at their swollen sexual modules. On their backs every last ounce of power and CPU power could be dedicated to the blissful processing of that pleasurable wave.

At some point Neptune looked over towards Noire and managed to catch her eye. Neptune jostled herself closer to Noire, and in return her sister met her half way. Their lips pressed into one another and a new spike of pleasure slammed hard into their processor cores. It was shuffled into line with the rest of the data packets that had come flooding in from the sexual subsystems between the girls legs. Once it managed to get through the queued processes though, it summoned a fresh round of strangled moans.

The wet slap of tongues and fingers sliding in and out of equally wet slits filled the space, punctuated only by the muffled whispers of pleasure from Noire and Neptune. The more robotic version of Noire was dedicated to her orders as well. She dutifully pumped in and out of her users, a singular process on her mind. Bring them pleasure until told to do otherwise. She was every bit the sexbot that Noire and Neptune had been while their processors locked up, but Noire Two was locked in because of her software. Or rather, the lack thereof.

She had her base operating system and little more. She could take orders and follow commands, as long as they were in her already impressively stacked database. Androids like Noire and Neptune were sporting a very highly expanded version of the same database coupled with some advanced programming set that allowed them to learn and adapt. At the end of the day though, they were all machines, some were just performing differently than the other.

Still, time carried on and the raw sensuality of it all eventually made itself manifest inside of both Neptune and Noire. Their lips still locked against one another, robotic tongues invading one another's oral cavity and probing it as if it were a new adventure. The line of pleasure data had a new process waiting in it and it had been there for a long time. It was the specific sequence of body movements, sounds, and subsystem commands that would culminate in a realistic but ultimately artificial orgasm. It had so many other small instructions embedded inside of the data packet as well. It would clear the queue to the processor, make them move and moan properly, and kick off a whole new series of event triggers.

The post orgasm afterglow that most humans described could only be replicated in an android via a number of instructions. The pleasure that was stacked up in their processor queue was never really felt, it was just expunged from the line once an orgasm was processed. Log files were created to save the experience and the cool down period was far too literal when it came to the robots. Deep heaving gulps of air would be needed to keep their cores from overheating and causing damage. All of it was in service of mimicking a real climax.

As she was now, Noire Two would never feel that. There was no need to, as she wasn’t exactly being stimulated, she was only performing a command. Even if Noire or Neptune had been fucking her as hard as possible, she would still only execute the commands and then return to an entirely blank slate. Once she had some more personality and programming sets in place that might be different, for now, though, she was little more than a very fancy sex toy.

With backs arched and a final desperate cry of raw desire, both Neptune and Noire reached the peak of their climax. Hips rolled against their respective portion of Noire Two in an effort to squeeze out the very last of the pleasure. Neptune fondled her own chest vigorously as Noire had done earlier in order to fill up her processor queue before everything was wiped clean and they settled into their cooldown.

A stillness fell over the living room that Christmas morning. Noire Two was sitting back on her knees, hands folded politely in her lap. Her face looked expectantly towards Noire and Neptune. The two other androids lay on the ground, their legs tangled across one another as they allowed the sensation of the cool morning air to wash over their freshly used vaginal assemblies. They were gulping down heavy swallows of that same cool morning air. Their processors, running hot, were still chugging through the remaining pleasure data and then clearing out what was left. Once done, the real cool down began.

The fresh air wafted across the heat sinks inside of them and rapidly cooled them down. Breathing slowed and soon the balance of electricity inside of them settled evenly. Slowly they pushed themselves up into a sitting position and looked at one another. Their lips met once more for only a brief moment. Noire cradled Neptune’s head and once the kiss broke their foreheads rested against one another.

“Merry Christmas.” Neptune murmured and Noire echoed it back to her.

They slowly disentangled themselves from one another and dressed properly. Comfortable pajamas replaced silky night gowns and nakedness. They agreed that they should probably transfer the same sentience programming that they both had to their new addition as well as install the updates and programming sets that she had come with. But not before the rest of the family got their chance to enjoy the new toy when they reactivated.

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