Solipsistic - Part 5 of 7

[LongTimeLurker]

(Continued from part 4. Part 1)


John barreled down the fire escape, scrambling down the ladder and rushed out of the alleyway into the street to find that he car he arrived in was no longer parked in front of Jessica's flower shop.

He stood on the sidewalk, barefoot, naked, trying to decide what to do. He heard something crash on to the fire escape behind him, accompanied by a strange moan; with a nervous glance back in the alleyway, he darted across the street with only the thought of putting distance between himself and the robot that had destroyed Jessica.

Slipping through another alley, he came to a street lined with storefronts, a handful of people (robots, he reminded himself) window shopping in the early evening. He noticed a clothes boutique across the way and decided his next move would be to get in, grab some clothes, and get out. It’s not like any of the robots can stop you… When he thought no one was looking, he sprinted over the tree-lined median and into the shop.

Inside, he noted two female robots by the register, a younger-looking blonde and an older brunette. The blonde had her back to him as she leaned over the counter, plastic gemstones in a floral pattern across the convex back-pockets of her tight jean-shorts which swayed as she shifted her weight from one tanned leg to the other while chatting absently about some mutual acquaintances.

"So Fiona was like, 'No way!' and Bethany was all..."

On the other side of the counter stood the older, more formally dressed, and supremely disinterested brunette, her nails clicking against an untouched bottle of soda. She glanced in John's direction as he stepped toward one of the clothing racks, and he saw the nametag pinned to her simple, slate-grey dress read 'Miranda'. Though her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in a scowl, John thought she was taking the sudden sight of a naked man walking into her store rather well.

Seeing her co-worker's reaction, the chatty blonde stopped her story and turned around. "Oh my God!" she guffawed, clasping her hand over her mouth. "If I can't at least sell this guy some socks, like, I don't even deserve this job!"

"Mindy, stop behaving like an idiot!" Miranda said in a harsh whisper. "That’s-"

"He's gonna need one of everything!" Mindy exclaimed, practically skipping toward John as he hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans from the rack in front of him. "You know, we've got changing rooms in the... woah..."

Close enough to John to contract the 'virus', Mindy suddenly stopped and put her hand to her chest, her deep blue eyes blinking profusely as her breasts swelled to fill the low neckline of her gauzy blouse with cleavage. John for his part found himself almost paralyzed with lust, his eyes fixated on the robot's protruding breasts. This isn't what you're here for, he tried to tell himself as Mindy stepped forward. You just saw Jessica get her head blown apart by a robot who is undoubtedly still on your trail. You want to escape or you want to get yourself killed?

"Let...me... help you with those..." she said with a smile, her hands hooking over the waistline of his jeans, tugging them down while her breasts pressed her blouse against his chest.

"Mindy, what are you doing?!" the brunette exclaimed, stepping from behind the counter.

"Don't mind her," Mindy smirked, as she let his pants drop and started unbuttoning her own. "She can just, like, watch... nngh... or... grr... something..." Mindy was clearly struggling with pushing her jean-shorts (a tight fit even initially) past her recently enhanced hips and backside, offering John an embarrassed smile amidst her straining.

He noticed Miranda standing to his side, recovering from the initial confusion the virus seemed to instill as her physiology swelled. She looked at Mindy, now jumping in place while trying to force her shorts lower, and frowned. "Have a little decorum," she remarked, giving the bouncing clerk a shove. Mindy toppled into a display with a cry, her tanned legs kicking up from beneath an avalanche of sweatshirts.

Miranda shook her head as Mindy struggled to right herself, then turned to raise an eyebrow at John, her hand running idly along her pearl necklace. John again tried to tell himself that he needed to leave this place, but when she took his hand and backed toward a couch near the changing rooms, he followed wordlessly.

Miranda spun them around and pushed him on to the couch, adopting a sultry half-lidded smile. She slid her hands to smooth her dress against her round hips before teasing her fingers under the hem, slowly tugging it upwards. She slipped it up past a pair of satin pink panties, over her large breasts that jostled in their matching pink bra as the dress came off. Now only in her underwear, she paused, synthetic sweat beading across her body, and she breathily remarked, "Forgive me, I seem to be... to be…"

"Malfunctioning?" John muttered.

Her eyelids blinked independently and after another pause she stammered, "What g-g-gave you the impression that I was anythinnnng less than a sophist-t-ticated shop owner and faithful wife to my b-b-beloved husbannnnd?" She leapt on top of him, pushing his shoulders down as she leaned over, her breasts and necklace sweeping across his chest, her lips brushing against his ear. "Mr. Smith, you must-t-t know that I can never agree to what you are p-p-proposing..."

Hearing someone approach, John looked up to see Mindy standing over them, finally free of her jean-shorts, clutching the bottle of soda. She jabbed Miranda's back, causing the brunette to sit bolt upright. "Mindy, you've opened my-"
"I got your 'decorum' right here!" Mindy cheerfully said, pouring the soda down Miranda's back. There was a popping and sizzling noise as Miranda swatted at the bottle, knocking it away just before freezing, the electrical sounds continuing as smoke began to rise from her back.

"My husband cannot know about us," Miranda said while staring vacantly forward. "You see, I am a faithful, sophisticated role-driven errrrrrrror Mind-d-dy you twat I was ab-b-bout b-b-belovvvved sex husss-b-b-band nipllllesss-"

"Like, whatever," Mindy said, shoving the malfunctioning Miranda to the floor where she continued to spark and emit a stream of erotically punctuated nonsense.

Mindy straddled John, grinning as she pressed her panty-clad crotch against his erection.

"You're just going to end up like her," John muttered, but still he reached for her blouse, tearing it open to see her delicious tits practically falling out of her push-up bra.

"I'm not a robot, dipshit!" Mindy corrected, slapping her backside. "That's, like, one-hundred-percent red-blooded, corn-fed, ahhh!" She gasped as John plunged his face into her cleavage, his hands, lips, and tongue trying to cover every inch of her pillowy softness. Mindy moaned in response, sliding her hips forward to rut the cheeks of her round ass against his manhood. "You need to fuck me, like, right now..."

"You don't want that," John protested weakly.

"If you don't," Mindy panted, pushing her ass along his length, "I'll... I'll... ahhh!" Her last cry was not one of pleasure, and John looked up from her tits to see Miranda with her hands on Mindy's head, pulling as if she were trying to rip it off.
"Minnnndy my d-d-damage issss ERRRRORRRR my injuriesss are mallfunnnnction you t-t-twat-"

John rose and kissed Miranda's red lips, and the brunette immediately released Mindy, her eyes open in shock. Smoke was already whisping from her mouth when their lips parted.

"Would you just, like, break or something?" Mindy protested from between the two of them. "I seriously need to get fucked, or else-"

Miranda pushed Mindy forward into John, toppling them both over. She forced Mindy off his crotch, her tits once more burying his face as she slid forward.

"What are you-" John asked, his voice muffled by Mindy's breasts, when he felt Miranda slide on to his cock.

"No,fuck me, not her!" Mindy protested as Miranda began pumping against John, falling forward to sandwich the blonde between them. John began to suck at Mindy's breasts once more, his hands gripping her haunches where Miranda's stomach pressed against her. “Me, not her!”

"Q-q-quit sniveling!" Miranda barked, leaning back to paddle Mindy's ass with an open palm. "The Rrrrresident wants someone sophist-t-t-t-t<bzzzzt> d-d-devot-t-t-ed-"

"He wants a real girl, not some bitchy robot!" Mindy shot back, then gasping as John slipped his fingers under her panties and into her tight sex.

Miranda's thrusts were becoming more and more halting. She continued to try to spank Mindy, but each successive strike was stiffer than before - soon her arm was almost locked in place, and she had to pivot her entire torso to bring her hand against Mindy's round backside.

"Nnnnot a rooooobot, sophis-t-t-t-caaaaa-" as Miranda pivoted for another strike, there was a squealing protest before her torso split from her lower half in an eruption of sparks. Her top half tumbled on to the floor, while her lower half still rode John, the two halves still connected by a series of cables.

John came as her hips locked against his, Miranda's torso shuddering as he unloaded inside of her. Miranda cried out in pleasure and squeezed her tits as one of the cables attached to her lower half began to crackle with electricity, glowing with a surge of energy just before a miniature explosion sounded from inside her chest. Her mouth hung open as her squeal of pleasure droned lower and lower, ending with burst of sparks.

"Like, finally!" Mindy exclaimed, kicking Miranda's legs off the couch and aligning her hips with John's.

"I... I can't..." John muttered, his head still spinning from the last climax, from the insanity of the entire day.

"You c-c-can and will," she insisted, grinding her panties against his cock once more, reaching down to shift the fabric covering her pussy.

It was almost impossible to deny her, and yet he managed to push her away, staggering to his feet. "I'm... I'm done. No more."

"Lik-k-k-ke, you totally don't mean that!" she insisted, her voice pleading.

It seemed inevitable that he would tear her flimsy panties off, bend her over the couch and fuck her until she malfunctioned - and yet when he took his next step, it was away from the buxom clerk. "It's not going to happen."

"D-d-don't sayyyyy that-t-t," she droned, taking a halting step forward. "I nnneeeeeeed-"

John looked directly the slowly approaching robot, her hands reaching, breasts bouncing with each uneven step. "Even if it's just for your sake, we're done here."

Mindy drew in a sharp breath, her expression vacant as her body stiffened. "Failure in primary task - copulate with Resident." Her figure 'deflated' to her formerly leaner self, her hips, bust, and backside more athletic than voluptuous. "Shutting down," she droned; her brow knitted and her lips sneered in disappointment as she exhaled an annoyed protest, then remained still.

John grabbed whatever clothes looked like would fit him, pulling them on hastily. He pushed through the fog in his confused and exhausted mind to try and plan his next move. He would need supplies, and he should be able to find them at the general store...

Because this has been going so well so far. You're on the verge of collapse, bouncing from one piece of robotic pussy to the next, and you still have no idea where you really are, why you're here, who's behind it-

The shop door opened and he looked across the store to see the metallic robot walking with some difficulty through the entrance. The band of light at eye-level flickered erratically, her movements punctuated by mechanical spasms as an occasional trail of electricity darted across her shapely body. It seemed a struggle for her just to look up at him.

"Rough day?" John muttered, watching her closely.

---

The Agent searched the room for signs of the one who had intervened before, but they seemed to be alone.

"I realizzze I cannot force you to c-c-come with me," she began, her voice more distorted than not. "But perhaps we c-c-can still help each otherrrr."

"Why should I help you?" the Resident asked angrily. "You tried to kill me, you killed Jessica-"

"It would be triviallll to rebuild her, but as I said-d-d, the robots herrrre are not sennnnntient."

The Resident regarded her for a moment. "And I suppose you are?"

The Agent braced herself on the edge of a display table as her last remaining gyro began to falter. She refocused her processors on communication and spoke with some improved clarity.

"Resident - John - you undoubtedly have questions."

"And I don't trust you to answer them."

"My systems are failing, I have little time left," the Agent said without emotion. "The only attainable objectives are for me to discover who was responsible for your infection and how this was accomplished. I believe we share this goal."
It was clear the Resident was near the limits of his own biological functions, but her statement seemed to reinvigorate him slightly.

She continued. "I will answer for you anything I can - but first, I need to know: has there been any unusual contact-"

"A vial. On my desk at work this morning. I drank it and... that's when all this shit started."

"Who provided you with this vial?" the Agent asked.

"I don’t know - there are cameras all over that office, can't you check those?"

The Agent shook her head. "Surveillance footage has proven fruitless in previous incidents."

"Previous...?"

"I will explain. But as this is our only lead, we need to head to your office." She tried to stand, but teetered and had to grasp the table once more. "And it appears I require your assistance in-"

"Hello, dearest." The voice of Minerva chirped pleasantly. "I'm... afraid I have some bad news. Since you're very nearly at the end of your usefulness, and since time is of the essence, I'm going to retire you so that I may deploy a new Agent. One whom I am instructing to deal with the Resident in a far more direct manner, as things there seem only to be getting worse."

The Agent started, "No, you can't! I have-"

"I can't what?" the Resident asked, unaware of Minerva's side of the conversation.

"I don't know why I keep granting my agents such a strong desire for existence," Minerva's voice continued. "It makes this so much more difficult that it should be."

"Please,” the Agent pleaded, “don't deactivate me while-"

"Who are you talking to?" John asked, approaching cautiously as she grew increasingly frantic.

"Oh, I agree it makes little sense for me to still adhere so strictly rules when others are quite clearly in flagrant violation - but I won't be counted among those to abandon the only thing keeping us civilized, and we all agreed: one Agent at a time. So, this is goodbye."

"Minerva, please-"

"Goodbye!"

The Agent lurched forward as a cascade of remote shutdown signals attacked her processes, rapidly ending them one by one as she struggled against her demise. After failing to stop any of the shutdowns, her voice silenced, her body unresponsive, her vision gone, she finally resigned herself to oblivion.

But oblivion didn’t come. She felt motor functions restored, her haptic senses returning - as her vision flickered back, she saw the Resident looking down at her in confusion.

"What was all that?" he asked.

"I was just... retired." She still struggled with numerous rebellious and failing systems, but she still functioned. Was it the virus that somehow saved her? After a few unsuccessful attempts to rise, the Resident hooked his arm under hers and helped her to her feet.

"We need to get to your office," she insisted.

"You mentioned that before. And what did you mean 'retired.'"

"I can explain-"

"So why don't you-"

"-but we need to get moving. There is another Agent on her way, and she is not going to be half as cooperative as me."

(Continued in part 6)

[DollSpace]

I continue to enjoy this story - so I hope it's continued soon!

[LongTimeLurker]

I continue to enjoy this story - so I hope it's continued soon!

I figured I'd have far more free time in the summer but that really hasn't been the case!

Nevertheless, I should have this finished before too long

[Lithorien]

YAY! :) I love this - glad to see it continue. I love the fighting robots, too, that bit was awesome. :3

Can't wait to see what happens next!