The Welcome Wagon (not quite complete)

[Korby]

So: I came across this piece just now, and realized that I'd never posted it... it's not quite finished, and in fact I don't really know how it might have been meant to end. It's nothing much, really... a pretty typical Korby vignette, perhaps in this case owing a bit to BA's inspiration. Any road, here it is...


Welcome Wagon
by
Korby

Dinah made her way up the front walk of the well-appointed new home. It was the latest addition to the exclusive little suburban housing development, and it fit into the existing array of houses perfectly. Dinah appreciated the architecture and the well-groomed landscaping; it was much like the home she and her husband occupied, just a few doors over.

As she reached the double doors, Dinah pressed the doorbell. As she waited for a response, she caught her reflection in the shiny new glass of the windows bordering the door. She paused to admire the reflection; a lovely, curvaceous blonde of perhaps 35 or 40 years looked back at her in the glass. There was a certain confident maturity to her beauty, but nothing matronly. There was something far more sultry, more seductive there. A close-fitting, low cut pale pink tank top did little to conceal her full bosom; likewise, a comfortable yet form-hugging denim skirt accentuated the curve of her hips while revealing a significant expanse of well-turned, tanned leg. Dinah smiled at the image, with more than a touch of pride. This was not precisely self-absorption or vanity--nothing so psychological. It was something more in the realm of the technological. Dinah was carefully and meticulously programmed to be proud of her artificial body and its not-inconsiderable charms. As a very expensive and incredibly advanced custom-built robot wife, Dinah took great pride in her appearance. Being beautiful was a significant part of her very reason for existing. Of course she looked good; why would her husband have spent so much money to have anything but a veritable stunner for a wife?

Dinah cocked her head slightly, bringing one leg forward for a better look in the glass. She nodded approvingly. She had actually just had these new legs installed this morning, during her regular weekly servicing. They were perfect--she knew her husband would love them. There was something quite wonderful, she admitted to herself, about being able to choose and purchase new body parts as easily as another woman might buy a new dress or pair of shoes. Moreover, having major components replaced was intensely enjoyable--Dinah loved going in for repair and upgrade. Or, at least those portions of the process for which she was operational; she tended to miss out on much of the process, having been deactivated for the most extensive work. The best was when she was online and her sexual response systems were active. Dinah's programming was such that she found being an android woman to be extraordinarily erotic. Experiences--such as partial disassembly, repair, or reprogramming--which emphasized her synthetic nature quite often aroused her to a surprising degree, sometimes to the point of climax. This morning's session was no exception; she had achieved a wonderful series of orgasms in having her old legs removed and replaced with brand new modules, watching as the technicians installed the lovely new limbs. Even now, accessing the memory files triggered a few modest arousal responses in her complex software.

Dinah's sensitive auditory receptors detected soft footsteps from within the house, causing her subsystems to terminate her digitized reverie. The door opened.

"Hello," the woman at the door said cheerfully.

Dinah surveyed the new neighbor. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! The woman was perhaps thirty, tall and of athletic build. Auburn hair with coppery-gold highlights was pulled back in a ponytail; delicate, nearly symmetrical fair-skinned features were stunningly, naturally lovely with no hint of makeup; big, expressive grey-green eyes. She was dressed in wonderfully form-fitting workout clothes--shorts and top--that left nothing of her trim, graceful figure to the imagination.

"Hi," Dinah said, smiling. "I'm Dinah Mathison. I live a few doors down. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.

"Oh, thank you," the young woman said. "I'm Bridget. We just moved in." She paused for a few brief moments, and somewhere in those moments something caught Dinah's attention. "Please, come in," Bridget continued. "Would you like some coffee?"

"That'd be wonderful," Dinah said brightly. She stepped across the threshold as the younger woman moved to one side. She followed Bridget down a short hallway to the kitchen, watching the new neighbor walking ahead of her.

Before they reached the kitchen, Dinah's processors finished a series of background operations. Some level of Dinah's remarkably sophisticated AI software had been analyzing bits of data since that peculiar (though almost infinitesimally brief) pause in Bridget's speech. Just prior to inviting Dinah in, Bridget's expression had seemed to go blank; her eyes had seemed unfocused, her facial muscles slackening imperceptibly. This had occurred in the merest fraction of a second, but Dinah's electronic perceptions missed nothing. Some sublevel of her AI had picked up on this, and continued to collect clues--a certain odd harmonic in Bridget's soft voice, a certain pattern to her graceful movements. Dinah's programming had recognized a very subtle but telling series of quirks, the all-but-unmistakable mark of actions and behaviors controlled by highly-advanced software. There was, Dinah's mind silently declared, a 98.0385 percent probability that Bridget was also an android.

Dinah's right eyebrow rose a fraction of a centimeter (a very human reaction to her processors' deduction--a mark of Dinah's amazingly sophisticated programming). She continued to study Bridget; multimegapixel-resolution optical sensors caught a faint trace of a virtually invisible seam at the base of Bridget's neck, and similar traces at shoulder, elbow, and wrist. Audio receptors detected a very, very quiet intermittent whir--the sound of tiny but powerful servomechanisms. The percentage-point-and-change of uncertainty dwindled away. Bridget was as completely robotic as Dinah herself, of that there was no doubt. Oh, it was far from obvious; organic senses would be entirely unequal to the task of finding the lovely young woman to be anything but human--perhaps little short of a detailed medical examination would yield such a conclusion. But Dinah--even though her sensory functions were not even the top of the line--was not fooled. Her artificial senses were far more precise than their organic equivalents.

Dinah entered the kitchen, just behind Bridget, and sat on a barstool by the counter as Bridget retrieved a pair of coffee mugs from a cupboard. She wondered briefly if Bridget had seen through Dinah's own illusion of humanity, but found it unlikely. The clues were there, at least physically; but Dinah's behavior, her movements, were far more refined. Dinah's customized software had been in operation for quite some time, more than long enough for all the bugs to be worked out. She had been passing for human with unblemished success for nearly two years. She never acted in anything remotely resembling a robotic fashion (well, not in public, at all events; though she sometimes 'faked' it for her husband, and more often genuinely behaved mechanically while being serviced).

Bridget, on the other hand... well, even a very perceptive human being would have to spend a lot of time around her before starting to notice the faint stiffness and hint of artifice in her movements or her speech, or the occasional tiny moments of blankness while her sophisticated synthetic mind processed information. Bridget's programming, Dinah decided, was a little less advanced than her own. Or--perhaps more likely--was just newer. Yes, that seemed likely. Bridget was in the earliest phase of her operational lifetime. Her programming had not been customized as often or as extensively as Dinah's. Software and hardware had not quite yet meshed in a comfortable operating relationship. She was, in short, not as experienced as Dinah in presenting to the world the facade of an ordinary organic woman.

This knowledge created a number of interesting responses in Dinah's own software. There was a certain pride in having made the deduction in the first place; Dinah fairly beamed with satisfaction at being such a remarkable piece of technology. This led in turn to budding sexual arousal as Dinah was reminded once more of her own robotic nature.

The spark of arousal was fanned into something approaching open flame by Bridget. Dinah was programmed to be highly sexed and very much bisexual (an option very commonly chosen by men with synthetic wives, Dinah knew); Bridget was without question an uncommonly attractive woman. Bridget was also an android... and that was an incredible turn-on for Dinah.

Bridget turned around, placing two steaming mugs of coffee on the countertop. "Do you take anything in yours?" she asked.

"I don't really want any coffee," Dinah said suddenly.

Bridget's face went blank again, for a handful of nanoseconds, before adopting a slightly confused frown.

"Neither do you," Dinah said. "You don't need to drink or eat any more than I do." She smiled. "It's okay. I know that you're a machine, Bridget... just like me." She stood up, lifting her top to the underside of her breasts just as her abdominal access panel recessed into her body and glided upwards. Another shiver of arousal coursed through Dinah's circuits as she displayed them for her new neighbor.

"Oh," Bridget said, somewhat confused. "Oh... I... I didn't know..."

"You'd be surprised how many of the women in this neighborhood are androids," Dinah said. "Having an android wife is getting to be very popular with successful men these days. It's almost like having a boat or a sports car... kind of a status symbol."

"I knew it was getting to be a big thing," Bridget confessed, smiling and relaxing somewhat. "To be honest, David--my husband--and I were a little concerned. I guess we thought I'd be the only android around here."

"Well then," Dinah said, moving confidently toward the 'younger' woman. "On behalf of all the robotic wives, let me be the first to welcome you to the neighborhood." She leaned in and placed a gentle yet inviting kiss on Bridget's lovely lips. To Dinah's delight, Bridget did not resist or recoil in the least. To Dinah's slight consternation, neither did she show any particular enthusiasm.

Dinah withdrew. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was hoping that..." she trailed off.

Bridget looked slightly blank. "No," she said. "It's... it's all right. I just... I've never..." she trailed off too.

Dinah studied Bridget's reaction carefully, wondering what it meant. "Your programming..." she said. "You're not programmed for other women?"

"I--I don't know," Bridget said, genuinely lost. "I'm a very new unit... I was only activated three months ago. I... I guess I never thought about it...?"

Dinah smiled, remembering what it was like to be a brand-new android woman. Sometimes, with such sophisticated software, it could be confusing to encounter new situations. Certain things could be embedded so deeply within thousands upon thousands of lines of code that you were never aware of them--at least not until they were encountered for the first time. "Well... when I kissed you, how did it make you feel?"

Bridget blinked. "Good, I guess," she said with a slight frown. She looked at the floor briefly, and then into Dinah's eyes. "Why don't you do it again, so I can see how it makes me feel?" A shy smile appeared on her lovely features.

Dinah obliged her. This time, as they kissed, Bridget's mouth opened very slightly. Dinah followed suit, gently sliding her tongue into Bridget's mouth. Bridget reciprocated--tentatively at first, but with mounting boldness. This second kiss lasted a long time.

Bridget broke off the kiss, but placed her hands around Dinah's waist. "That definitely made me feel good," she whispered. "Maybe... maybe I am programmed to..."

Dinah smiled devilishly. "After that kiss, I can tell you that you're definitely not programmed not to." She kissed Bridget again, moving her own hands around to caress Bridget's perfectly-formed bottom through the thin fabric of her workout shorts. She moved her hands slowly up Bridget's body, slipping her fingers underneath the other woman's top. Dinah ran her hands over Bridget's firm, shapely breasts as she lifted the garment away. She moved her kisses from Bridget's mouth, down her elegant neck (planting one lingering kiss on that nigh-invisible seam). Dinah fastened her mouth on an erect nipple, eliciting a long, low sigh from Bridget. She looked up suddenly; Bridget's eyes were closed, but opened as Dinah withdrew her mouth.

Dinah studied Bridget's expression; there were several tiny moments of blankness. "Bridget... do you want to do this? It's all right if you don't."

"Oh, no," Bridget said. "I want to. I definitely want to. Please... don't stop. I'm programmed to be very curious about this, Dinah... I know that now. I'm also programmed to be sexually aroused by the fact that I'm a machine... and the thought of making love with another beautiful android woman is making me so hot. I... I want you to make love to me. I want you to teach me to make love to you. I want you so badly, Dinah..."

Dinah's only response was to move her mouth to Bridget's other nipple. She drew her tongue around Bridget's lovely areaolae in long, slow circles. As she did, she moved one hand between Bridget's lithe thighs and began to rub and fondle her sex through the clingy shorts. Bridget cooed with delight. Dinah moved back and began to peel the shorts off, kissing Bridget's toned abdomen as she did. Bridget stepped out of the shorts as Dinah stood upright. The blonde gently pushed Bridget back against the counter, then placed her hands on Bridget's hips and helped her up onto the countertop.

Dinah's arousal levels soared, triggering a variety of software applications. The blonde was programmed to be a particularly ardent and aggressive lover. She could not hold herself back, driven by the coded imperatives of her digital mind. She pushed Bridget's knees apart--urgently, but not roughly. Her touch was remarkably gentle.

Bridget needed little encouragement, at any event. Her own preprogrammed responses were as insurmountable as Dinah's. This was a totally new experience for her. She had never been with another woman (or indeed anyone at all but her husband). She had certainly never been with another android. The situation was unexpectedly and powerfully erotic. Her own arousal levels were as high as they'd ever been.

Dinah knelt and leaned in between Bridget's legs, kissing the redhead's perfectly-formed sex. The first contact of her mouth and tongue with Bridget's most intimate area brought forth a shudder and a gasp from the younger android. Dinah kissed and lapped away at her newfound prize, generating wonderfully intense data streams that flooded Bridget's circuits. Dinah, too, was overwhelmed by the experience; plunging her tongue into Bridget's impossibly lovely, wonderfully-crafted synthetic pussy fulfilled many key conditional statements in her sophisticated programming. Her arousal levels soared, triggering a number of responses. She moaned into Bridget's sex, even as Dinah's internal sex systems released lubricant fluids into her own robotic pussy. One arm moved almost of its own accord, sliding a hand between her legs to stroke and tease her synthetic clitoris as she continued to pleasure Bridget.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bridget was brought to a fantastically powerful climax by her new lover. Dinah rose from between Bridget's thighs, embracing the lovely young synthetic woman and kissing her with abandon. Bridget savored the taste of her own synthetic lubricant fluids on Dinah's lips.

"How did you like that?" the blonde asked.

"Ohhhh... it was incredible," Bridget whispered. "I never knew it could be like that." She kissed Dinah some more. "I changed my mind," she said. "I don't want you to teach me to make love to you. I want to be able to give you as much pleasure as you gave me. I want you to program me to make love to you."

Dinah smiled. "I can't wait," she said. "I'll just need some standard network cables..."

Bridget hopped down off of the counter and took Dinah by the hand, leading her into the bedroom.

Shortly, the two women sat naked on the bed, their abdominal panels open. Dinah plugged cables into her own interface ports, and then into the corresponding ports within Bridget's access panel. She closed her eyes as her system connected with Bridget's. "Connection established... testing. Done. XG937 Dinah Mathison ready for data transfer."

"XG989 Bridget Cartwright ready to receive data," Bridget intoned, and then giggled slightly. She reached out and touched one of Dinah's full breasts. "File transfer begun... receiving."

Dinah was still and silent, her system resources fully engaged in the task of copying system files into Bridget's sexual performance directories.

Bridget continued caressing Dinah's breasts as the files were being written to her system. She was indescribably aroused... the idea that a gorgeous synthetic woman was reprogramming her in preparation for a bout of intense lovemaking was vastly erotic to her. She leaned in and began to lick and suck Dinah's nipple, while running one hand over her own breasts. The hand moved down her body and over her exposed circuitry, generating a new surge of arousal. Being a sexy android woman was so incredible, so enjoyable.

Dinah sighed as Bridget teased her. She looked down at Bridget's exposed robotics. "Mmmmmmm... so beautiful. You're a much newer model than me... your systems are so much more sophisticated. It's so hot, seeing that you're a machine just like me."

"Oh, God, Dinah," Bridget whispered. "I can feel my programming being altered. It's so incredible. I'm getting so hot... I'm wanting you more and more by the moment." She deftly ran a hand up one of Dinah's shapely thighs, her fingertips stroking the sensitive synthetic skin. Oh! File transfer complete..." She looked Dinah in the eyes, then leaned in and kissed her. Dinah managed to disconnect the interface cables despite Bridget's hands traveling over the surface of her artificial body.

"I'm ready now," Bridget said softly. "I'm programmed to please you... I have a complete library of lesbian sexual techniques now. Let me make love to you, Dinah..."

"Oh, yes," Dinah cooed, leaning back and closing her eyes as Bridget once again attacked her full, shapely breasts. Her dermal microsensors tracked Bridget's newly-trained tongue making its way down her body now, moving along the edge of her still-open access panel. She parted her thighs as Bridget continued that long, wonderful descent; she gave a small jerk as Bridget's lips and tongue descended upon her now-dripping sex. How unbelievably hot; Dinah knew that Bridget had never been with another woman, but now the sexy redhead was licking her pussy like a champ. Bridget's sophisticated electronic mind now contained all of Dinah's own sexual performance programs and subroutines--not only the very serviceable factory-installed bisexuality software modules, but all the little tricks Dinah herself had learned through hours upon hours spent with numerous female lovers (robotic and otherwise). A graphic representation of percentage progress toward climax appeared in Dinah's field of vision, together with a dizzying array of other sexual response data. Every little lap, every little kiss and nibble nudged the percentage graphic higher and higher.

"Oh, my God, Bridget, that's so good," Dinah moaned. "I never knew I was programmed so well!" She threw her head back. "Oh, yes... this is so hot... just imagine telling your husband about this! Tell him how good you are at licking my android pussy. It'll drive him wild... knowing that his hot little wife has been making love with a sexy blonde android woman... I love telling my husband about my lesbian affairs. You know that I'm really just a sex machine, Bridget... I'm programmed to love sex. I truly enjoy lesbian encounters like this... I've made it with a lot of the sexy android wives in the neighborhood. Sometimes three or four of us get together for hours of hot pussy licking and finger-fucking... sometimes I'll just be alone with one of my beautiful robotic lovers, and we'll spend the day in a sixty-nine--licking and kissing and sucking and eating each other. And the best part is, I get to go home to my husband and tell him all about it while he fucks me. Getting it on with sexy women keeps me satisfied when he's not around... but I'm programmed to want nothing more than his cock inside of me. I'm built and programmed to fuck..."

Dinah's confessions, coupled with the experience of making love to another woman's beautiful pussy, were making Bridget exceedingly hot. She reached back between her thighs with one hand and began to tease her own already-wet sex. She withdrew her tongue just long enough to gasp, "Tell me more, Dinah... tell me about how much you enjoy being an android, while I lick your delicious synthetic pussy..." Then she dove in once more.

"Mmmmmmmyes," Dinah moaned. "I am an android, and I love it. My husband had me designed and built and programmed to his own specifications. I'm a woman, Bridget, a beautiful, sexy woman, but inside I'm all machine. I'm a sophisticated assembly of electronics and servomechanisms beneath this beautiful, feminine form. I am an XG900 model female android, manufactured by Aphrodite Technologies Unlimited. I am a self-aware artificially intelligent robotics system, designed to perfectly emulate the appearance, personality, and function of a human female... Oh, God, Bridget, that's so good... I am primarily programmed to seek and experience sexual gratification for my husband and/or myself... I am also programmed to provide emotional support and companionship for my husband... when--ohhh! When my husband is not present, my default behavior is to seek sexual gratification, within the normal constraints of human social behavior... I am programmed to be fully bisexual, and I am equally attracted to males and females, and fully capable of pleasuring a man or a woman... I am programmed not to engage in sexual activity with men other than my husband, without his explicit instructions... I am free to engage in sexual activity with other women within the normal constraints of human social behavior... I am a highly-advanced, very expensive top-of-the-line android wife unit, and I am enjoying being eaten out by another top-of-the-line android wife unit... God, yes! Yes! Make love to me, Bridget, that's it... lick my pussy... eat me... oh, Bridget, I'm almost there... you're going to make me come! Yes! Yes! My orgasm sequence is loading, Bridget!"

[BA2]

Superb!

BA

[DollSpace]

A very welcome addition to the stories on this site!

[tectile]

Two hot artificial women enjoying eachother, what's not to like?