Automaton

Accidentally deleted the other one, sorry.

>Winter in the Steam City
>It's always a cunt, the way that steam and pipe-work ironically leaves everything feeling colder than it really is
>You're a machinist, of course. But then, it's not like there's much pickings in the region between courier, machinist, engineer, or miner.
>Lord how you'd hate to be one of those poor bastards in this weather
>Most of the people here are human, with a few Gremlins here and there, but you don't have to worry about having company so explosive over
>Rather, you're not even sure you can call her "company", more like a household appliance that can speak and emote, but little else
>Slowly, you open the door, so as to not draw attention to yourself to your apartment
"Welcome home, Sir."
>She's standing there in the doorway, her diadem-like headpiece's gem lighting up as her eyes focus on you
>A relic of the ancient era, she's a fully autonomous organsim, an android of sorts
>You still remember the day you found her, in the ruins, and how she... No, best not think about it
"Sir, I am reading increased levels of pheromones from you. Shall I attend to you?"
>She's walking forward on stiletto like legs, her mouth opening, the lubricant giving the inside the appearance of moistness
>Before you can protest, she's pulling your pants down, her soft hands drawing you quickly to an erection
"Please, allow me to fulfill my primary directive."
>Close the door, bracing your back against it as she takes you inside of her mouth
>Her tongue flicks your urethra as she bobs back and forth slowly at first, languishing in the taste of your member
>«Please feel free to comment on this unit's performance, Sir.», her voice chimes from the diadem
>You sometimes forget she can do that, her pace remaining consistent as she fellates you
>One of her hands reaches down and fondles your testes as she continues to slurp and bob, slurp and bob
>«All studies indicate this is the most effective way to produce male ejaculation, Sir. The materials provided were most helpful.»
>Before you can ask who gave her these 'study materials', you can feel a familiar tingling in your balls
>They draw close as you hold the automaton's head to the hilt, spilling your seed into her as a supplementary energy source
>After you're done, she stands once more, her mouth making a dull 'whrrrr' as interior systems clean it of jism
"Thank you, Sir."
>Struggling to regain your composure, you pop a question you'd know would at least get her off your back for a while
>'The human holiday called Christmas is coming up, and I have some money saved... is there anything you would like?'
"I do not understand, Sir. This unit requires nothing except protein from you. This activity is pointless."
>'That's not a real answer.'
>She pauses
"I wish I could be human, the know what it means to feel. To know what motherhood is like."

>Gremlin co-worker of yours' ears perk up when you ask her something rather... intimate
"What? Seriously? Do you realize how silly you sound right now? That's coming from m-- HEY, GET OFF THAT!"
>One of the 'guinea pigs' has straddled what looks like a large box with a dildo on top, the thrumming of it making her face contort with pleasure
>Gremlin shakes her head, turning back to you
"Once they get on, they can't get off. But anyway, to answer your question, I'm sure you can find a way to make it work if the dead girls can do it."
>Quirk your eyebrow, watching the breasts of the young woman jiggle, looking back at the smaller Gremlin
>'Do you ever use it?'
"Honey, if I wanted some action I'd just sit on my honey and have him spin me around like a record."
>She even puts in one of those little booty jiggles, showing off her tramp stamp that her 'hubby' left her
>Start spending the better part of the next month working in your shop, taking to heart what she had said
>You mull over the Gremlins' words through all those sleepless nights, even as the android sucks you off, she's even started expanding her library of 'literature' into the other erotic arts like thigh-jobs and dry humping
>The synthetic material her torso is crafted from is soft and pliant like real flesh, so in the end she still exhausts you
>You manage to procure more of it from models too defunct to ever work again
>Working, working, working.
>It's the day before Christmas, many of the menfolk having taken the day off to be with their families
"Sir, I do not need regular maintenance, your worry is unnecessary."
>Power her off for some peace and quiet, bring ing out the 'supplemental additions' the Gremlin helped you create to pass, looking up and offering a prayer to whatever God was listening to let it work
>...
>Her eyes open in your apartment on your bed, body re-calibrating to having been turned off for an extended period of time, her long wheat blonde artificial hair splayed out all around on the bed
"Sir, you have made unauthorized alterations to this model. Please explain."
>'It's your Christmas present.'
>She looks down, seeing the hidden folds of what appears to be an anatomically correct vulva, glistening with lubricant as you stroke yourself to her side
"Explain."
>'You wanted to know what it feels to be human, now here's your chance.'
"Sir, I do not appreciate the attempt at sarcasm. An exhaust port is hardly the appropriate place to interface. My mouth is much more pleasurable."

>Not one to listen after all those torturous fellatio sessions, you move between her legs, pressing the flared head of your cock to her synthetic lower lips, pushing forward slooooowly
"Sir I do not thi--iiii!"
>She pauses, an involuntarily internal spasm going off, forcing your cock inside of her in an almost air-tight seal
"This is... what is..."
>'You'll have to explain better'
>Pull out all the way until only the tip of your cock is left inside of her, diving all the way back in to the base of your hilt
>She's processing as you start a steady rhythm of thrusting inside of her, the friction of her vagina keeping you at full arousal
"Ahn."
>Your heart skips a beat mid-stroke
"I'm sorry, Sir. But if you are going to continue this course of action, my literature suggests I make a noise similar to that in accordance with your stroking. Was that not to your liking?"
>It has just the opposite effect, making you thrust with more fervor before, and each time you do, she lets out a small moan
>Another spasm, and a jetting of warm fluids to rush over your cock, keeping you at full mast still yet
>'Did you just orgasm?'
"I... Merely received an over-stimulation of physical sensation and lost control of the contraband parts you installed."
>'So basically, you had an orgasm.'
"Sir, please."
>Putting one of her legs onto your shoulder, you start to thrust deeper and deeper, hitting a cushioned ring at the end of the slick tunnel
>«What is that?»
>Her diadem chimes as she's too busy moaning, matching your cadence with her hips gyrating against yours
>'That's your cervix. You didn't think I'd scrimp out on the true human experience, do you?'
>«Does that mean?»
>Nod to her, focusing all of your thrusts to the base, feeling your balls tingle. It was no small feat, getting ovum production to work.
>«This pleasure... it's not fair...»
>The kiss is perfect as you explode like a supernova into her, the sheen of sweat covering your body, her diadem emitting a shrill, electronic shriek that lasts for minutes
>...
>Months have passed, and you're working in your shop again when the Automaton... No no, her name is 'Lempi'
>That weird northern bastard told you to name her that, but you just call her Lem for short now
>Another Christmas present during the throes of wanton love-making
"Sir... I can feel her kicking."
>Her stomach is distended in a full third trimester of pregnancy, ultra sounds have shown a bio-mechanical fusion of a child within Lem's stomach
>That Christmas, at Lem's request, you install new breasts, heavy and milk-laden to 'feed' your daughter with, her small ruby diadem letting off small beeps and chimes as she suckles her mother's teat
>Something akin to a tear running down her cheek as it happens
"It's just lubricant, Sir. Nothing more."
>Her sapphire diadem gem shining a bright pink