Commission: Prepackaged

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Commission: Prepackaged

Post by evil_boo » Thu Dec 05, 2019 3:12 pm

 A recently finished commission from Technophile. Enjoy!


   On the island called Ostrov Kosti, just off the coastline of Orykamsk in Russia, lay an old and aging assembly compound. It housed human workers at one point and specialized in manufacturing animatronic dolls at one point. Though the term “animatronic doll” would be an insult to most who, at one point, worked in the facility. The creations made there were so much more than just dolls meant to be displayed, they were nearly sentient living androids, crafted to look like dolls. Once the factories were shut down and the human population had left the island, all that was left were storehouses of parts, half manufactured dolls, and occasionally ready to ship packed units. Anything that was completed and ready for sale was stored neatly in a warehouse, stacked on shelves and ready to be placed in a shipping box bound for the mainland. 

    Some of these dolls were still somewhat aware of where they were and what was happening, or more accurately, not happening. In a storage facility on the far corner of the island were dolls were manufactured as tie in deals with upcoming media releases. As a result this particular unassuming grey building was something of a secret, even among the human inhabitants of the island. Obviously due to corporate nondisclosure agreements, this particular line of dolls were modeled after an upcoming game that eventually finished development not long after the Ostrov Kosti was closed. 

    On most days the dolls stood perfectly still inside of their packaging, looking out through clear plastic windows at the factory floor. Their programming dictated that they stay within their packaging, though after so many years some of the units had become either bored, or in some cases corrupted. Regardless of the cause, some of the dolls were known to use their packaging simply as a place to return to when the day was done, which is exactly what unit 87-B was doing. 

    Today unit 87-B activated from a sleep mode and scanned the warehouse for any changes, as was hard coded into her programming. After nearly three years of waiting and boredom, 87-B’s programming had begun to experiment on herself. She never went as far as installing alternate components or reprogramming herself, but she did experiment with her existing body. Unit 87-B had taken to leaving her packaging and then wandering off to other parts of the factory floor, partially for curiosity sake, partially to have a quiet place where she could strip off her clothes and explore her body, and sometimes for the simple hedonistic pleasure of exploring her own A.I.’s definition of pleasure. 

    Today, another unit, 23-S activated and watched as an exact duplicate of herself opened her packaging and walked away. Unit 87-B was clad in a white sweater, lined around the neck with a faux fur collar that effectively hid the entirety of her neck, matching shorts that clung to her upper thigh matched her top. Under the shorts were dark grey leggings embossed with a snowflake motif and white boots. This line of toy androids, though still constructed on the same slender internal skeleton like framework, had their legs, arms, and torso packed with a plastic polymer, giving them all a slightly rotund appearance. 

    Her steps took on a sway as the weight of the body she was sporting rolled her hips from side to side. Her light blond hair bounced back and forth under the white fur lined beret on her head and her larger than average breasts bounced in rhythm. She wore a distinctive smile on her face that was warm and felt like it was sculpted to be somewhat motherly in appearance. Each time the heel of her white boots contacted the cement floor around her, there was an audible clip from the sharp corner of the heel. Each impact of her heel caused her rear to bounce. The designers had filed it with something of a rubber compound that caused each step to make it bounce and jiggle more than usual. It was, in fact, the same silicone and rubber compound that filled her generous breasts. Nonetheless, 87-B happily stepped through the warehouse, aware that there were plenty of units watching her. 

    Something must have either become so corrupted or perhaps she simply reached a new low point in her A.I.’s critical thinkings, but today unit 87-B didn’t walk through the entire facility, she instead stopped in the middle of the storage room and smirked to herself. 23-S, among other androids, watched from their containers, though they could not move as the wire and plastic twist ties that held all the twelve inch tall robotic dolls in place were still restraining her. 87-B had long ago wiggled out of hers, but 27-S, was still held firmly in place. 

    87-B reached up and took hold of her beret and tossed it at her own feet, then let her hands slip down to the edge of her sweater which was then pulled up and over her head before falling on top of the discarded beret. Her breasts stayed perfectly rounded and held in place, soft pink nipples were already beginning to pucker on the peaks. Next unit 87-B unbuttoned and unzipped her small tight short shorts and let them fall down the large shapely thighs she was built with. Her dark grey stockings came up and wrapped around her waist, but her A.I. had already been receiving more pleasurable data since it activated than unit87-B had anticipated. 

    She looked down towards her crotch in order for her optical sensors to calibrate themselves properly and begin the process of removing her stockings. When her eyes clicked in their robotic sockets down to her stockings she noted that there was a relatively large wet spot that encompassed her entire crotch and was still soaking outward, the edges of the wetness already touching the fabric wrapping her rounded thighs. This only served to make unit 87-B smirk more. Her eyes briefly glanced up and around, locking eyes with several other units who were already watching her. She noted that some of them were straining slightly against their twist tie bonds, and others still were simply biting their lower lip in response to the now half naked android. 

    Unit87-B looped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and began to drag them downward, letting her thighs spread outward slightly as they peeled down her artificial flesh. As the crotch of the garment left the soft wet folds of her artificial sex, long ropey strings of synthetic juices clung to the fabric. As she continued moving the wet fabric downward the strands of sticky feminine fluids stretched thin and eventually snapped, leaving some flying back towards unit 87-B’s artificial vagina,and others snapping to her leggings. 

    87-B slid her leggings down to her boots and then bent forward at the waist, letting the units still stuck in their shipping boxes have a delightful view of her ass, with the very edges of her synthetic pussy just barely peeking out between her thighs. There was already some juices glistening on her folds and some trickling down the inside of her legs. She busied herself untying the laces on her boots and then stood back up, kicking her boots off and her leggings went with them. 

    Unit 87-B smiled and let out a sigh that was somewhere between contentment and lustful. Her hands were in her hair, tossing the golden strands of hair outward and letting them fall back against her, adding volume to her look. Her tongue flicked out once and ran over her lower lip, applying just the right amount of artificial saliva to them, the saline solution adding a slight shine to her pink lips. She then took a deep breath, drawing fresh cool, if not stale, air into her internal cooling system. Her processors needed the boost of cooling as they were already beginning to warm up with the massive amount of new sensory data flowing through them. 

87-B had decided today to give her fellow units a small show today, and so her hips began to sway slightly back and forth. As each movement reached the apex of their movement her rubbery ass jiggled before her internal hip motors began to sway in the opposite direction. It wasn’t long before 87-B’s hands were on her chest, fondling and groping at her own breasts. She teased at the hardening nipples and cupped them up, tight against her chest before letting go of them and letting them bounce against her body. She was already letting out a moan that was a rough mixture of pleasure from the amount of artificial eyes on her and pleasure at simply feeling hands contacting her own flesh. 

After a minute of generously and roughly fondling herself, unit 87-B moved her hands down to her crotch, at the same time her thick thighs spread wider, allowing her easier access to herself. She started by pressing two fingers into her wet folds and began to swirl then around and around. She let her head fall backwards and closed her eyes, her A.I. beginning to become lost in the waves of pleasurable data that were crashing into her processor core like waves on the beach. Her breathing became heavy as her processors became hot and more and more fresh air was needed to help disperse the rising temperature. 

The rising temperature inside of her body was rising a little too fast for her built in thermal regulation systems to handle. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for other units that were built on the same chassis, but unit 87-B’s entire line had more artificial flesh packed onto her body that the normal heat dispersion wasn’t working as efficiently. Her processor core, which was seated somewhere inside her upper chest, was producing more and more heat that was then radiating into the primary power core. This, however, didn’t stop her hands from diving in and out of her artificial womanly sex. There was a small click from the ball like joints in her elbows at the sudden back and forth motion and her wrist joints, also configured to be somewhat ball like, worked hard to keep her motions smooth. 

As she masturbated in the center of the store room floor, more and more of her artificial lubricant was filling her slit and soon dribbling out the sides of her pussy any time there was a small amount of space created by unit 87-B’s segmented fingers. At one point, she even removed her fingers and held them up and away from her body, bringing along more long stringy threads of silvery fluids. She let out another soft moan and then plunged her wet sticky fingers back inside of herself. As her fingers pressed into her pussy, the folds automatically spreading to allow her in, her head rolled to one side then forward, her eyes half open and looking almost glazed over, as her tongue crept out of her mouth and dangled from her lips. 

Unbeknownst to unit 87-B, inside of her chest the heat levels were rising and the amount of corruption to her core operating system had degraded to the point where the automated alert system wasn’t even causing popups to appear in her field of vision. As a result of the ever increasing heat, her processors began to run more and more sluggish. The first signs of a malfunction began when unit 87-B’s moaning and groaning began to subtly, but steadily, lose synch with the way her mouth was moving. The long and breathy sounds of pleasure soon came tumbling across her lips a full second after the motion her mouth made to emulate it. 

In her storage container, looking out at unit 87-B pleasuring herself, 23-S began straining against the thick twist ties holding her wrists, ankles and neck in place. She so badly wanted to leap from her own box and join 87-B on the floor. Her own A.I. began to simulate what it would be like, generating images of the two identical units kissing, making love and eventually orgasming together. She longed to dine on the long thin strands of artificial cum that 87-B would soon be making. She wanted so badly to see 87-B’s head tucked between her own generously round thighs and to feel the immense pleasure of another lover. She even though briefly that this same scenario may have been what caused 87-B to deviate from her programming to stay secured in her box to start with. 

Regardless of the onlooking audience of identical androids, 87-B continued to swirl, push, massage, and tickle her artificial clit with her segmented fingers. More and more moaning and growling came from her throat in mismatched timing. The temperature inside of her body also continued to climb higher and higher, to the point where many of the emergency cooling fans started automatically. The unfortunate truth was, even the emergency fans were not enough to keep the heat from her processors from wreaking havoc on her internal systems. 

Soon the heat levels were such that the outer shielding on some of the wiring inside of 87-B began to melt and drip onto internal components. One such glob landed on one of the cooling fans and began to cool into a lump of hardened plastic. Though the small motor kept trying to spin the blades, they simply would not move, glued into place by the cooling plastics. Unit 87-B’s offline systems, that is systems that contributed to her operation without the need to be parsed by her A.I. or operating system, automatically increased the power to the fan in question. 

The emergency cooling fan, though locked in place, strained until the thin plastic blades finally gave in to the strain. They ripped free of the core of the motor and went spinning off in a variety of directions. The destruction of the fan affected 87-B very little, save for one of the blades slicing through a few layers of her artificial flesh and becoming embedded there. Regardless, she continued to finger herself, whining and mewling as she did so, her legs, beginning to buckle slightly. She took a half step forward simply to stabilize herself and continued to furiously rub her artificial clit. One of the blades, though, ricochet off of a piece of frame work inside of her and lodged itself in a thick bundle of cables attached to 87-B’s power core.

87-B’s internal systems began to systematically lose more and more power, causing her to function sluggishly. Her hands were still plunging in and out of her rubberized pussy, but they were becoming more and more stilted in their movements, bordering on a jerking motion as they moved. 87-B was panting heavily, desperate for fresh air, yet completely unaware on a higher level of exactly how close she was to a total failure. Her processor core was reaching a critical temperature, but more dangerously her power core was damaged and began to cause multiple short circuits. The casing of the core itself was beginning to show signs of fatigue as the combination of heat and damage took its toll inside the little doll girl. 

The power core attempted to shut itself down, a final failsafe that would have normally kept the twelve inch tall doll in one piece until it could be repaired by a certified technician, not that there were any technicians around that could work on her. The power core sent a request directly to 87-B’s core operating system and A.I. in an attempt to properly shut down the little robot girl. Due to the level of corruption and the amount of CPU cycles her sexual activity was taking up, the request itself became lost in a shuffling flow of erotic data. 87-B let out another long low grumble of pleasure that rose into a cry of nearly orgasmic levels. 

As she called out, the sound bouncing and echoing off of the cement floor and bare walls, something inside of her finally reached a critical level. The casing around her power core had finally cracked due to high temperatures and since the override command was never parsed by her operating system it continued to break down and literally tear itself apart. In a flash of white and blue light the entire core burst into thousands of pieces of shrapnel, scattering and piercing though 87-B’s flesh. In her storage box, straining against the twist ties holding her in place, 23-S gasped. She was enthralled by the sight of her twin sister the entire time, but watching the small android woman explode awoke something inside of her. She could almost feel her programming rewriting itself with a desire to see more of the robotic woman. 

87-B’s belly and the entire right portion of her chest were blown violently outward in an instant. Great chunks of the lightly tanned artificial flesh scattered around the front of her for several yards. Pieces of her skin went scattering and bouncing along the floor in all directions before eventually coming to a halt. 87-B was left standing, briefly with the same look of orgasmic pleasure on her face, only one breast remained attached to her chest, and the sheer depth of how much artificial flesh had been applied to her body was apparent. 87-B’s head eventually began to slowly dip downward, looking towards her ruined torso.

As her gaze fell she could see that her hand was no longer lodged in between her legs, in fact her hand was no longer attached to her at all. Both of her arms had been forcefully blown off when the power core had ruptured, leaving only twisted and ruined joints. The joints themselves were mangled and extremely damaged, with wires jutting from openings inside the ball and socket joint, all of which were sparking and snapping. Despite her arms missing her operating system continued to try and move the limbs, resulting in the remaining motor array’s whining and keening as they strained to move. 

The majority of 87-B’s internal circuitry was completely destroyed, either from the copious amounts of melted plastic that pooled on the various components, or from the multitude of shards of hot plastic and metal that had just shredded through her body. What remained of her torso was a sparking mess, with sizzling blue arcs of electricity leaping from frayed wire to exposed circuit board. 87-B’s legs and pelvis, on the other hand, seemed to be immune to the damage, as they appeared to be fully in tact and continuing to operate to the best of its ability. Her artificial vagina was still drooling sticky threads of synthetic cum over its folds and down the insides of her thighs. Even as 87-B’s remaining torso wobbled precariously on what remained of her inner frame work, her legs still managed to work. 

23-S bit hard into her lower lip, as she could see from her vantage point 87-B was in shambles. Her box insulated her from the vast majority of the sounds from 87-B, only the loudest of her cries finally reached the microphone like apparatus in 23-S’s ears, but she could almost imagine the screeching sound of metal on metal that her sister unit was making now. The whine of the servos inside of her as they struggled to keep her upright. Even now, she strained hard against the ties holding her back to try and get a view of 87-B. She could see that the little doll on the ground floor was attempting to take a step forward. Which, she actually managed to do. 23-S gasped again though as 87-B’s torso began to sway back and forth, supported only by the artificial spine and some of the framework that hadn’t already been shredded by the explosion. 

87-B took another step forward, the whining of the servos in her body splitting the normally quiet air in the warehouse. The second step was more than enough to finally cause her body to enter into its final stage of operation. As her heel impacted the cement floor the flimsy remains of her spine were finally thrown off balance. 87-B found her head lolling backwards and she was viewing the ceiling of the building, then with an ear splitting screech followed by a sudden snap, her entire upper body fell from its place on her hips. 

There was an immense spray of white hot sparks that erupted from what was left of her spine at the top of her hips. Severed wires and twisted metal contacted each other and caused a second shower of sparks to fly, though smaller than the initial burst, it was still an impressive display from such a small robot. Unhampered by the weight of her damaged and mangled upper body, 87-B’s legs began to take several more steps forward. Her hips swayed slightly from side to side, each footfall causing her butt to bounce and wobble as the silicone and rubbery interior of it jiggled with the impact. 87-B was able to watch from where her chest and head lay on the ground, and in a fleeting moment of sexuality her A.I. appreciated how incredible and perfectly rounded her own ass was. 

The power soon faded completely from 87-B’s torso and head module, leaving her eyes open and mouth agape, her tongue hanging out. The one breast remained attached to it and in time would begin to melt from the residual heat being given off by the still hot processor core inside of her. Dozens of feet from where her upper torso lay was her other breast, or at least what was left of it. A shred of skin with her nipple attached to it, the mechanism behind it was easy to see, though nonfunctional now. The wiring behind it was frayed and ruined. Her breast lay deflated and surrounded by a pool of the silicone gel interior that had once given it shape. 

Pieces of artificial flesh, wiring, a variety of tubes and the shattered remains of green circuit boards littered the floor now. Her torso lay smoking slightly, threatening to catch fire, but it never did, there was far too much of the thick layers of womanly flesh to ignite fully. Every time a small flame flared up, the melting plastic of her skin would quench it. Regardless of the state of her upper body, her legs continued to walk forward, rear end bouncing and swaying. Her artificial sex continued to execute the last command it had recieved, pumping more and more of the artificial ejaculate out of it, leaving a sticky stringy trail of fluids behind her. 

Eventually 87-B’s legs ran out of floor to walk along and came against a wall. Though her legs continued their walk cycle for several minutes, going nowhere. In the end her legs eventually lost balance and fell to one side, her rear end bouncing as it impacted the cement floor sideways. Her legs continued to move as if taking one step after the other. Her legs would continue this motion until the secondary power supply in her hips eventually ran out of power. This would take several days, even with the immense amount of short circuits that flickered around it. The power drain was slow and steady, and this line of dolls was intended to carry on for years upon years. 

23-S watched from her perch as 87-B’s legs strut off into the distance of the warehouse. The entire time she tugged and strained against the bonds that held her in place. Her own thick thighs quivered with excitement and she could feel her own artificial sex moistening her own leggings. An outside viewer could see that her crotch was already soaking through her leggins and into the shorts on top. The wet spot continued to spread the more she struggled for her freedom. She ached to run after that matching pair of legs and plunge her own face into its gushing wet folds. She would keep struggling until eventually she herself became free, and then she would enjoy the same sexual freedom that 87-B had. She could only hope that when her time came that she was destroyed the same way her twin sister unit had. 

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Re: Commission: Prepackaged

Post by Bane » Wed Dec 11, 2019 10:57 am

I just wanna say that's a really well written story. One thing I feel would have made it even more awesome is if there was some robo-speech during the malfunction sequence. Nonetheless I still enjoyed it a lot!

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Re: Commission: Prepackaged

Post by evil_boo » Wed Dec 11, 2019 3:07 pm

I'm not gonna lie..i dont feel like i write dialog suuuper great. But you know, good feedback and ill work on that.

Glad you liked it though!

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Re: Commission: Prepackaged

Post by BA2 » Thu Dec 12, 2019 3:08 am

This was pretty sexy - I like it when a fembot craves nothing more than her own sexual meltdown! Dialogue is hard to do... I think the absence here worked to reinforce the impression of these 'bots as 'just toys'.

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Re: Commission: Prepackaged

Post by evil_boo » Thu Dec 12, 2019 11:22 am

Thanks BA..thats high praise in my book. But inagree with you that i love a robot craving its own destruction. Glad you liked it!

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