Fan Fire, part 1 [Robot Girl Quest][Lewdest]

>Be Fan Fire
>Yeah, the name wasn't your choice
>But it does not matter, you can work with it
>You can make it work
>You can make anything work
>Because you are the best
>You were created to be the best
>You were created to fight
>Your purpose and abilities were implanted on you
>They were part of you
>Since the beginning
>You were made by a corporate group in an attempt to fit in with the shady underworld crowd
>"Untapped new market" is the only answer the higher-ups gave you
>Or anyone else, for that matter
>More of a publicity stunt than anything else
>Both of your handlers were employees of Phoenix enterprises
>You call them Mom and Dad
>They find it amusing for some reason
>You were made into an emblem of sorts for the corporation
>You are styled after a peacock
>A red one, with orange and yellow highlights
>Your face is soft and your eyes big and green
>Made to be appealing you suppose
>You sport a skirt made of long red feathers that you could move at will
>They made for good restraining tools
>You had a literal fan of peacock feathers as a "tail"
>They were your secret weapons
>A few of your "skirt" feather also coiled around your chest
>They give the appearance that you are wearing a red backless summer dress with straps
>For restrain limbs at a longer range
>They were a gift from your dad
>Other than that you were completely naked
>Mom installed on you the fastest legs on the market and a limber body so no one could ever lay a finger on you
>And a machine gun in each forearm
>With only some cushioning to withstand physical attacks
>Your purpose was simple
>To immobilize targets while you shot them
>To close the distance to long-range fighters
>And to punish anyone who tried to make it into close-quaters
>Your armor is laughable
>For your agile body can rob attacks from their momentum
>Your speed is blinding
>For no one is allowed to touch you
>Your horsepower is scarce
>For your true strength lies on guile
>Your will is unmatched
>You can make it work
>You can make anything work



>Today you get your first live-combat practice
>To test your abilities
>They were welcome to see for themselves how amazing you were
>True perfection is best appreciated in practice
>"Now, they'll be most interested in seeing the Phoenix feathers attachments in action"
>Said Dad beaming with pride
>"Just give them a quick demonstration of my work"
>Mom put a hand on his shoulder
>"Just do your best. They'll be as satisfied with you as we are."
>A smile and a nod is all the assurance you know they need
>If they can see your smile, that is, since you are wearing a faceplate
>Anyway, you won't disappoint them
>As you step on the barren corporate arena the doors close behind you
>A row of faceless men watch from behind a tinted bulletproof window
>They are only there for one reason
>To see if their investment is worth it
>Traditional weapon manufacturing is not cutting it anymore
>You'll show them what you are capable of
>The opposing door opening suddenly catches your attention
>The robot entering the room is certainly imposing
>She is 1.3 times your size
>Not that you are that tall anyway
>2.4 times your mass
>Mostly because you are not catholic
>Long green hair, rough facial features
>A superficial scan shows that her frame is heavily armored
>She is also wearing a reactive armor vest over her primary armor
>Legs are strong but not fast. Most likely a short sprinter
>Arms hold the lion's share of the servo muscles
>And finally her only visible weapon are her SupraSteel(tm) reinforced fists
>In other words she is exactly what you were built to handle
>Perfect
>In the time you were analyzing her she seemed to do the same
>Her uncovered face only showed a sudden smirk
>She feels confident
>You love confident



>Her opening move was to close the distance
>Predictable
>You unmade the top of your "dress", leaving your chest exposed
>Waited until the very last moment
>As soon as she was withing melee distance you moved to the side
>She tripped on one of your feathers
>And fell face first into the floor
>As if she needed to be uglier
>She turned around almost immediately
>Only to see herself being completely surrounded by your appendages
>You were completely exposed because you unmade your "skirt" to have more feathers at your disposal
>You were wrapped around her arms and legs with feathers to spare
>She tried to fight them off, thinking they were as fragile as they looked
>They were
>But only in isolation
>As a group, they were able to interlock using microscopic filaments
>Making for a synergic and intelligent binding material
>In other words, she was not going anywhere
>As you proceeded to initiate the hacking protocol she revealed two blades in her wrists
>You should have expected your parents to pick a sparring partner who could make you think on your feet
>To give them a better show, you suppose
>But it was futile
>With her limbs now completely restrained you released the individual terminals that were damaged
>You made them reconnect with their broken parts by mending the structure with the nanite core the individual feathers had
>Easy to repair, if you could spare the time in a battle
>Otherwise they would dissolve if not reattached
>To avoid the company's newest development from being stolen
>Anyway, you have your opponent just where you want them
>So why not have some fun?
>You proceed to use your free attachments to leave her exposed
>There we go
>She was way softer than you the initial scan would have led you to believe
>Way, way softer
>But you wanted to test before hand how soft she really was



>You used two feathers to caress her chest
>Then more
>Up and down
>Up and down
>Never concentrating in one spot
>Then you started to focus on different areas
>Two on her neck
>Four on her breasts
>Two on her nipples
>Or something
>And six on her chiseled belly
>Judging by her face she was certainly feeling stimulated
Hey
>You spoke to her for the first time
I am Fan, Fan Fire
>"That's a stupid name"
>You gave her nipples a strong pinch
>That seemed to do the trick judging by her reaction
Now, what is your name
>"I-I'm The Huntress"
What a peculiar name, Huntress
>"THE Huntress"
>She corrects
Okay, okay. I just have one question. Are you enjoying this?
>You knew damn well she was
>It would be nice to hear it from her, tho
>"Y-Yes it does"
>Wow, you were expecting more reluctance for some reason
So why don' you surrender to me? I get to put on a good show for the suits and you get to... Get off
>"Shit, it isn't fair for me to lose so easily... Whatever"
>You can feel her initiating the white flag protocol
>Her resistance to hacking was gone
>The power that fed her fighting abilities was stored away in her batteries
>Also she spread her legs a bit
>She looked to the side
>"Just, do what you have to do"
Huntress...
>"THE Hunt-"
>You took the chance to plant your lips on hers while you caressed her face with you hands
>After a brief moment of shock you could feel her eyelid servos closing
>You moved your feathers to put her in a more comfortable position
>Her wrists crossed over her head
>Her legs spread further
>Her leg armor was taken off leaving her exposed and submissive
>The appendages that were binding her legs are now stroking her thighs
>The few that had no previous purpose were now making way into her hacking port
>You used every filament and sub-filament in them to stimulate the inner walls of the canal
>You never broke the kiss and you could feel her moaning in your mouth
>It was not in your nature to be cruel
>You were made to be perfect
>And cruelty was not perfection
>Once you finally broke the kiss she was completely out of commission
>You pitied her
>You probably got more of it than she did
>You released your grip on her
>You stood up and quickly remade your dress
>The men in the window stared attently at you
>You hope they are satisfied now



>As you were undamaged you were asked to remain in the arena for further testing
>An employee entered through the same door she came in
>He seemed nervous and avoided eye contact
>He loaded your unconscious playmate into a cart
>When he actually looked at you, you could not resist to give him wink
>He only averted his gaze and worked twice as quickly before disappearing from the arena
>Quite adorable
>immediately the door opened again
>A quick scan revealed your new opponent
>She was taller than you but slimmer than The Huntress
>Her right hand was a heavy cannon
>Her left a machine gun
>Shooter, nimble, long-range
>She was already done
>You charged at her without wasting time in an erratic manner
>She took a few moments before she started firing
>Started missing, more like
>When you were within binding distance you undid your dress and prepared to subdue her
>Realizing the imminent danger she tried to create as much distance between you and her as possible
>Perfect
>While trying to bind an opponent that is moving towards you
>Or and opponent that is stationary while YOU move towards them could very well break your feathers
>Matching their movement speed in a chase gave you a safe chance to close the distance and bind them
>Something bout Superman killing people while trying to save them or something
>Who is even Superman?



>Anyway, mobility was the name of the game for you
>In a second you calculated the speed you'd need to match hers and the best moment to bind her
>But still you took a moment to appreciate her long, slender legs
>The way they sprung with each stride
>The elegance of each step
>The way she grabbed the floor with her bare feet for stability
>you'll be having fun with those later
>With no chance to outrun or outmaneuver you she was unsure of what to do
>Shooting was impossible since she could not aim properly
>Also you were binding her limbs already
>You slowly deaccelerated her until she stopped
>And unexpected twist of her waist allowed her to point at you for a moment
>But as it was with your previous opponent it was futile
>A Quick salvo from your own machineguns in the right place unutilized her weapons
>She tried to kick with her legs but it was like watching a fly struggle in a spiderweb
>You started enveloping her even more until she was completely restrained
>She was yours to play with
>Her back was facing you
>You brought her closer and asked over her shoulder
What's your name? I am Fan Fire
>With mocking enthusiasm
>She gritted her teeth as she continued struggling in vain
>"Longstrider! I am [ARGSH] Longstraider! Let me go!"
>You can see why she was called that
>You can feel why
Ready to surrender?
>"I'll break you in half!"
>Oooh, she is a fighter
>Per-Fect
>But why be selfish and just keep her to yourself?
>You walked with your new friend in front of you until you were at a comfortable viewing distance from the executives podium
>You liked the idea of having an audience
>Because it was programmed into you
>You would find that creepy if you would be able to do so
Ready for the show?
>"I'll tear you apart!"
>You'll have to make this one give up



>You used your feathers to destroy her covering armor
>Leaving her all soft and exposed
>Skipping foreplay you just inserted your feathers into her hacking port rhythmically
>Some entered her at the same time the other were leaving her
>You took special care of brushing every contact within her port with your feather filaments
>Within seconds you had complete access to her
>"Please, stop"
>She said with labored breathing
You had your chance. Now open those legs, i've been wanting to play with them since i first laid my eyes on you
>Her legs opened as you commanded
>She revealed her hacking port for everyone to see
>Damn she was soaked
>You hope she is a squirter
>You now start working on her thighs
>Those smooth calves
>And then spreading her toes and tickling her soles
See? It is better when you cooperate, isn't it?
>She turned her head in shame but offered no further resistance
>You took much more time with her than with Huntress
>"THE Huntress!"
Wait, what?
>edging her into climax until she could not take it anymore
>You could not make sense of what she said anymore only that she wanted release
>You whispered into her ear
Push
>"W-what?"
I said "Push"
>You took out your appendage from her canal and repeated
Push
>Anxious to feel you inside her again you could feel her doing as you requested
>You used the filaments of one of your feathers and gave her most sensitive pointed all of your attention
>Within moments she was squirting a thick stream of a clear viscous fluid from her port
>Her moaning turned to screaming as the stream would not stop until almost half a liter of the stuff was expelled from her
>She tried to collapse to the ground
>Tried
>You held her in place and whispered to her
Nope, you weren't an obedient girl before. Now you pay the price
>She no longer had energy to say anything
>20 minutes had passed and now the fluid was pooling in a spot on the arena
>You were idly licking and kissing Longstrider's legs
>Currently you were suckling on her toes after trailing through her thigh and calf
>The back of her knee was specially delicious not only for how it felt to you
>But because the noises she made
>She was certainly ticklish there
>She had long passed out
>You were just playing with your prey
>You could also tell some executives were excusing themselves and then returning looking relieved
>You think they were satisfied with your performance



>A few hours later a meeting was taking place between your parents and their supervisor
>"Well, i have yet to receive a complete report from the investors. But i think they are satisfied with the results."
>"The problem is that she didn't use the tail feathers so they are a little antsy about that. Uknown variables does not a happy invertor make"
>Said the man in a white plain shirt
>"They are antsy, alright"
>Muttered dad under his breath
>Mom smiled
>"We certainly made her eager to please the crowd"
>"And creative too"
>Interjected dad
>"Well, about that. Maybe the public won't appreciate too long of an... aftershow"
>"Pshaw, don't worry about that"
>Said mom
>"Yeah, as long as she has some playmates back home she will certainly be more brief in her... Displays. Even-"
>You came into the room interrupting dad
Have you convinced them to let me keep my new friends?
>The man looked at me, then at my parents
>"So it was about that... Well, one of the investors offered to buy the... Test subjects to help in her "training sessions", as long as they are recorded for his personal use"
>Before your parents could comment about the arrangement
Oh, thank you Uncle!
>"Uncle?"
>Uncle started chuckling
>"Sure, why not?"
>You hugged your new uncle for a while to the confusion of everyone present
Oh, i'll be back later. I have something to do
>Before any question could be asked you were far away already
>You arrive to a janitor's closet
>One in particular
>You enter and quickly close the door behind
>The same young man that carried your friends away from the arena stared back in shock
>He might not be a robot girl
>But your parents made you perfect, not picky

[To be continued?]