Naughty or Nice [Complete]

[LongTimeLurker]

I was hoping there would be a wrap up for this story.. I know you said there might be a more?!

Please and Thank you!

I've been updating this on the wiki and finally managed to finish it - I'll go ahead and put it here as well (sorry for the years delay )

[LongTimeLurker]

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-", suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or you could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you did just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really had been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and sexy with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

[LongTimeLurker]

=Part 8=
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of colorfully dressed parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for a too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint pop! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up, he told himself, lifting up her top. Anne wouldn't have sent me off on my own if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put me in any real danger, right?

He ended up having to pull her blouse open to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a powerful experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, her alarm growing louder and indistinct as she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form while she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus <ahhhhh> tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared and Max had his breath back, he glanced around to see if Anne was there to bear witness to any of what just occurred... but she was still nowhere to be seen. She had told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he finally set off in the direction of the food court.

[LongTimeLurker]

Max ventured toward the food court, finding more evidence of Anne's handiwork in a broken waitress at the 50's diner sprawled across a vinyl booth. Thick rivulets of milkshake leaked from seams all over her mostly-nude body, animated by the occasional surge of sparks. As Max paused for a closer look, he suddenly heard Anne's voice from the food court cry out, "That's right... keep going!"

He ran toward her exuberant cries to find Anne bent over a table with her khakis down, the bleach-blond guy from the sticky-buns place rutting his cock against her clingy boy-shorts and luscious rump, a familiar beep sounding from him as he thrust with machine-like repetition.

"Almost there?" she asked through a sheen of sweat, looking at her phone.

"Y-y-yeah!" he stammered, his dazed expression shrouded in smoke.

"Cool!" She tapped something on her screen and a panel opened on his well-defined abdomen. Pulling up one shapely leg, she used her foot to press his cock against his stomach, then give it a little squeeze. He unloaded directly into his own machinery, a torrent of electricity coursing across his bewildered features. Max gasped, and Anne looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hey Ma-" Just then the spasming Sticky Buns Guy exploded in a huge fireball, sending Anne tumbling forward along with her table as she gave something between a cry of shock and an exultant cheer. Finally landing on her stomach while what was left of Mr. Sticky Buns rained down around her, she guffawed, then seemed to notice something in Max's expression. "Don't worry - I'm OK! You just caught me a little off-guard is all!"

Max tried to speak, but could only point at her thigh. At first he thought a sizable chunk of metal had been lodged in her leg. But upon closer inspection, it was clear the metal was already inside of her, exposed by a rent in her skin.

"Hmmm?" she asked, glancing down. "Uhh… Oh."

"So… you… you're also…"

"Yeah?"

A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Max's head, but there through the chaos there was a relentless YES to questions before they even resolved. Do you still want her? Do you still love her? Her expression held everything he would have expected from a human Anne: worry, embarrassment, even a faint smirk hinting at a future where they would be laugh over this absurd moment. After a long pause, he finally managed, "What… what happens now?"

"Now?" Anne's concerns melted away and she held up her phone, its cracked screen displaying a large red button. "You ready for the grand finale?"

Max swallowed, now just wanting to be out of this place, alone with Anne, somewhere they could talk without distractions. Out of all the questions he had about what was real, why was he so hung up on whether or not she had a boyfriend? He gave a nod. "I'm ready."

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, springing forward and giving him a deep kiss. She was warm, soft, a jolt of electric sugar, everything he had imagined a kiss from her would be - except perhaps the shock being a little less literal. She parted, grinning impishly, presenting him with the cracked screen and its shiny red button. "Max, would you do the honors?"

Max tapped it, the phone bleating out the synthy bars of some old Euro-pop song. All around them he began to hear a jumble of warning beeps from every bot, echoing throughout the food court, down the halls - and then, from Anne herself.

"Anne!?" he asked, staring at her in a panic.

"Sorry, Max," she said, her expression concerned - but it was a 'Sorry you had a rough commute’ or 'Sorry you got Asian Sesame dressing on your work shirt’ look, not `Sorry the girl you love is about to self destruct'. "I'm a walking, talking, hard-fucking stack of evidence that needs to be cleaned up."

"What? No! No, j-j-just… NO!! Anne, you have to stop this!"

She slipped from his arms, shaking her head. "Besides, I'm part of the problem! Just another sales-droid bimbot! I'm nothing more than an algorithm programmed to get you horny enough to buy the extended warranty!" Her smile widened, her eyes opening wider, vapid, matching the dazed plastic joy of every other bot in this place. "Go find yourself a nice, human girl with revolutionary spirit and big tits!"

"Anne… I want you! If I asked you to save fucking Evangeline, why would you think I could lose you!?"

"With our new family p-plan," Anne stammered, "you and u-up to three others g-g-get unlimited data, voice, a-a-and a-all the la-latest-" A second beep rang out, more synchronized across the bots than before.

Max grabbed her phone, hoping it was the device that held the 'backup' of his former manager, and put it to his ear. "Evangeline! Can you hear me?"

There was a squelch of feedback, followed by the sound of her voice through virtual clenched teeth and radio static: "M-mmMax! So mMMmmuch t-troubllllllle!"

"Listen, every bot in this place is about to blow - is there any way you help me stop it?"

A gale of distortion crackled through the speaker before it finally coalesced into recognizable speech. "NnnNeed… C-C-C-P-U!" her voice hissed. "N-Need b-B-body! N-nnewer m-model! Nnnn-neck port!"

He didn't know if he could trust her - but if he put her in the body of a robot that was about to explode, at least she'd have a good incentive to help. He looked around the food court frantically until another beep spurred him into action. Grabbing Anne by the wrist, he ran toward 'Olive Your Needs', where the statuesque copper-skinned sales woman stood rigidly by the entrance in front of a sampling of oils and stale bread. "Hello, Max!" she said with the same smile that had sold him a tiny bottle of eucalyptus-and-lavender-infused vinegar. "We have some new fla-fla-flavors I'd love for you to try!"

Ignoring her, Max ran behind the counter, salvaging a standard cable from the point of sale system and connecting it to Anne’s phone before returning to the beaming bot. He tugged off the 'Olive-Oil-Girl's' jacket, brushing aside her silken black hair, then pressing firmly on the back of her neck until a small access panel slid open. She merely stared forward, stammering, "My skin-care routine starts with drinking a few ounces of our Peloponnesian Koroneiki Oil-Oil-Oil-"

Max jammed the cable into her exposed data port,her long lashes fluttering in response, and then brought the phone to his ear. "Evangeline, can you-" Anne's phone emitted a terrible hissing / screeching sound, suddenly scorchingly hot in his hand. The olive oil saleswoman's face begin to tic and contort, her vapid, pleasant expression melting into a familiar scowl of disapproval. "Max, y-you fucking moron!" Evangeline snarled from her new body, another beep sounding between her and the still vacant Anne.

"Berate me all you want, just save her!" Max pleaded.

Evangeline growled, then closed her eyes, her lips twitching - artificial sweat began to bead across her copper cleavage, running down her well-defined cheek-bones. "I-it's… th-the virus, I c-c-can't f-focus…" Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "MAX! C-cunnilingus! Now!"

Max blinked, her precise diction and the lack of homonyms for 'cunnilingus' tripping away the thought that he misheard her. "I… in my experience with the virus, that tends to make things worse-"

The Olive-Oil-Evangeline-bot's dark eyes flared. "If your tongue isn't on my clit in the next five seconds, we all explode! Four! Three!"

Max was already tugging down her skirt, her lacy thong, pressing his lips against the swollen labia of her sex and plunging his tongue past her folds, working his mouth within as his tongue slid through her, reaching, then caressing the stiffening bud of the robot's pussy, squeezing her pert, toned backside for good measure.

Evangeline's final count of "one" was lost in a moan of lust, her thighs quivering. She lurched into him, Max's hold on her hindquarters tightening to help keep her up. She groaned, pressing against the back of his head, a static charge tingling against his lips and tongue. "I… I c-can stop it!" Evangeline pants, "But Anne, sh-she's holding a l-lock… I n-need you to distract her!" With a reluctant moan she pulled him to his feet then spun him to face Anne's glassy stare, urging him toward her while she plunged her free hand into her own sex and continued where Max had left off.

Max collided with Anne, her soft chest pressing against him, Anne giving a slight giggle. "Have you considered your phone might be due for an upgrade? With our no-money-down buyback-" Max pulled the cute, curvaceous, self-proclaimed 'sales-droid bimbot' to him as another warning of her imminent self-destruction blared from her internal speakers. Her kissed her, tugging her clingy boy-shorts over her soft, plump thighs. Her jerked his own trousers down before plunging his cock into the vapid bot with the hope that Anne was still in there.

She shuddered, her eyes crossing, rolling back, her mouth moving with a static buzz until she managed a tentative "M-Max~?" Her hands slid beneath his shirt as he drove relentlessly into her, a jolt of electricity passing between them. He squeezed her luscious rump while her eyes blinked in confusion. "M-mmy… p-progamming-" she stammered, her face twitching. "Y-you sh-shouldn’t stop me f-from-!" Max pumped faster, feeling her nails grazing his back as her chest bounced wildly within her tight work polo. Her eyes snapped with thin veins of static charge, a tendril of smoke rising from her panting lips. "C-c-core exceptionnn, p-processor overload! P-please… please-!"

"Got it!" Evangeline crowed behind him, and suddenly Anne gave out an orgiastic cry, arching her back as her head coursed with electric charge. Max received the pinches and bites of electric shock all over his body, but only pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as he surged inside her. The chaotic whirring and twitches within Anne resolved into her squeezing Max tightly, holding him close as his breathing slowed, him suddenly aware that it had been a while since there was any beeping from her.

"Well, now that I've limited the damage of the fucking catastrophe brought on by you two dipshits," Evangeline stated, briskly pulling her finger from her sex, "One must ask, how else are you to oppose the extraction of the value of your labor by - wait, what the fuck did I just say?" She blinked repeatedly, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Is she OK?” Max asked.

"Our favorite spokes-bot has been marinating in some dialectical theory," Anne whispered.

While Evangeline's head shook throughout a muttered conversation with herself, Max asked, "And you - you're OK? No more self-destruct?"

Anne shook her head, "Nope, I'm now operating well outside the parameters of the virus. I still think you fucked up, but I’m not gonna blow up if you don’t want me to…" She shrugged, but with a teasing smile. "Well, this is what you wanted. What now?"

Another series of self-destruct warnings echoed throughout the mall, and Max looked at Anne in a panic, the whirling to face Evangeline. "I thought you fixed this!?"

"I did!" Evangeline insisted.

"Max!" Anne squeezed his hand. "It's not us! It's every other bot in this place!"

Another chorus of beeps confirmed this, sounding throughout the mall but not from the two bots in front of Max. "We… should probably go," Anne said, urging Max towards the exit, then turning to Evangeline. "Coming?"

Evangeline gave a growl of disgust, but set off after them. What began as a brisk walk quickly turned into a jog and then a sprint as the beeping rapidly increased in frequency. The sales droids stepped out from behind counters and storefronts, striding to meet them as they raced toward the nearest exit, every bot wearing the same vacant smile, arms reaching for them, dozens of genial voices speaking over each other. "Sir?" "Ma'am?" "Would you like to try-" "Have you heard about-" "We have a special offer-" "Free samples!"

Just as they rounded the corner, the exit within sight, a hand snagged Max's sleeve. He turned to see the bubble-tea bot in her maid uniform, her typical somber expression now wild-eyed mania, electricity crackling across her purple braids, her beeps coming at regular intervals. "We h-have a gingerbread boba just in time f-for the holidays!" Servos whirred as she reasserted her grip on his arm, holding him fast. Anne turned to help and was tackled to the floor by a pretzel-stand bot whose uniform's suspenders were forcibly detoured around her prominent bust. Evangeline was retreating from a well-dressed perfume salesbot only to be grappled by the short but surprisingly feisty burger-joint bot.

Max turned his attention to the maid now forcibly dragging him back to her shop and grabbed the apron of her uniform, tearing it open to reveal the creamy expanse of her cleavage. She stumbled to a halt while he plunged his hand in, pinching one of her delicate pink nipples. The bot gave a startled cry, her beeping accelerating even faster, her hand finally releasing its grip on Max. He shoved the gasping bubble-tea maid into the pretzel-bot wrestling with Anne, the two costumed droids going down in a tangle of flaring skirts and explosions of sparks. Taking Anne by the wrist with one hand, he swept his other under the skirt of the burger-joint bot, driving her panties into her plastic sex. She emitted a groan and a flurry of sparks, dropping to her knees and releasing Evangeline as her beeping became a flatline. Max grabbed Evagenline and charged for the exist, crashing through the doors and pulling his companions with him just as the burger-joint bot gave a final gasp of pleasure and exploded. Her detonation set off the others around her, spreading throughout the mall a chain reaction of robotic supermodels erupting mid pre-programmed-sales-pitch, scattering smoldering circuitry, plastic detritus, and the shredded remnants of their tight-fitting uniforms.

Max looked up from the parking lot sidewalk, glancing at Anne. "You OK?"

Anne rose to her knees, glancing back at the smoke-filled mall. "Do you train in some martial art that focuses entirely on groping robots?"

Evangeline rigidly sat up, her servos whirring as she turned to face them. "We need to get our story straight. But I must insist that you leave the explaining to me."

Max gave her a skeptical look. "You can explain why every robot in this place just exploded?"

"Yes."

"Every robot except two?"

"Yes."

"And why you're in Olive-Oil Girl's body?"

"Yes. To the complete satisfaction of any police, journalists, and insurance investigators."

"And you're not just going to pin it all on me?"

"Max, I will ensure that you are seen as a hero!"

In the gap afforded by Max's sudden silence, Anne asked, "And of course you can explain why the three of us are naked from the waist down?"

"I…" Evangeline blinked. "Th-that would be be-because…" Evangeline stood, turning toward the smoldering mall. "You're a size 12?"

Anne nodded, Max volunteered, "32!" as Evangeline disappeared into the smoke. Scooting closer to Anne for warmth against the chilly December night, he asked, "Do you think she can really do it? Like with whatever you did to her, is can we trust-"

Anne scoffed. "Max, your best option was to let me blow up and take all the blame. Now… well, I don't know that you have any good options. I hope you wanted a lot of frustrated people asking you probing questions for Christmas, because that's what you're getting."

"I also got a robot sexpocalypse - that was nice."

"Yeah, and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to top it next year!"

Max's gasp turned into a coughing fit and Anne laughed, hugging him close.

"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

[Bane]

What a perfect ending for this fun story. I'm glad Evangeline was brought back, too!
Gotta love me some robot sexcopalypse for christmas.

[DukeNukem 2417]

I have a few questions, but I'll save them for DMs. A great finish to a great story, much better than that "A.I.-assisted" attempt that someone else posted in this thread.

[LongTimeLurker]

I have a few questions, but I'll save them for DMs. A great finish to a great story, much better than that "A.I.-assisted" attempt that someone else posted in this thread.

Thanks! As far as an AI assisted update... I didn't see that! (Or it happened so long ago that I forgot?) I'm kinda curious how AI would wrap this thing up...