Dyson Family Values Pt. 11- THE END

[petey]

This is the end. My only friend, the end. But read part ten first

Roger nearly knocked over one of the hotel's potted plants with his empty luggage cart. He swung around to catch it before it fell, and immediately went back to ogling the group of women who just walked into the long lobby. There must have been a dozen of them, a few older than the rest, but all smoking hot and making no effort to hide the fact. They were chatting as they walked, oblivious to the bellhop with the fern.
But a chesty redhead, younger than the rest, saw him and gave Roger a wink. His heart stopped as she broke from the pack and stepped toward him.
“Can you be a sweetie and help us with our bags?”
Roger hadn't noticed she was carrying a lumpy duffel bag. He hadn't noticed the two trunks and other assorted bags the other ladies in the group were carrying. It was his job, but seeing so many finely sculpted curves at once turned his brain into jelly. It didn't help when the redhead's attention brought the rest of the group's attention toward him. Now all the women were strutting toward him with big smiles on their faces.
“Uh, um, yeah, you can put it on the cart here.”
The women casually dropped their bags and trunks on the cart and gave him a cacophony of sweet-sounding 'thank you's. Roger happily followed behind them as they went to the elevators. They looked almost as good from the back.
There were enough of them that they needed separate elevators. Roger went with the first group and wound up next to the redhead. It was tight quarters, but the girl was much tighter against him than she needed to be. Roger stood ramrod straight, looking forward, as she moved her breast along his arm. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad that they were going to the 24th floor.
“My name's Jessica, what's yours?”
“Uh, Roger, ma'am.”
She giggled delightfully, Roger thought. “Do I look like a ma'am to you?”
“N.no. Just force of habit.” He felt her hand on the opposite side of his body.
“It's nice that the hotel provides such handsome bellhops to carry our luggage.”
Now Roger knew something was up. No way a girl that hot calls a guy like him 'handsome'. Even if he suspected she was toying with him, it was still achingly sexy.
She ran a smooth leg against his pants, “do you do room service too? I think the old ladies are going to put an end to the bachelorette party way too early for me.”
At least Roger knew what brought the group here, but he was interrupted before he could respond by the older redhead at the front of the elevator.
“Who are you calling an old lady? And stop teasing the employees. You promised Neil you wouldn't go around acting like a slut so often.”
Roger missed the warmth of Jessica's body soon after she extracted herself. “Sorry Mom, I was just getting into the party mood.”
Well that threw Roger for a loop. She was doing all that in front of her mother? OK, technically behind her, but still within earshot. Roger was still contemplating the other connotations of the new information when the elevator doors opened and everyone filed out. The mother had casually called her daughter a slut. And who was Neil? By now they were at the room and the mother had opened the door for Roger.
“Put everything by that table except the red trunk. In fact, let me and Wendy take it. There's fragile stuff in there.”
The mother and one of the other girls took the trunk and set it in the center of the room. As Roger unloaded the rest, he noticed the room was very spartan for a bachelorette party. No food. No booze. No stereo. Maybe the stuff was in the bags, but nothing sounded like bottles of liquor. Roger finished and subtly waited for his tip.
Jessica eyed him and whispered into her mother's ear. Mom sighed and nodded, which pleased Jessica. She had a big smile on her face as she walked toward Roger.
“Here's your tip,” and before Roger could say anything, he was being kissed and had a tongue seeking entrance into his mouth. He gladly obliged and took the opportunity to grasp the nice buttocks available to him. She was an awesome kisser, and her tits felt great pressed up against him. But all too quickly, it was over.
Jessica winked at him before turning away, “keep the change.”
Roger couldn't do much except grab his cart and exit the room, being careful to avoid hitting the rest of the women that were just now reaching the party. Three years in this crummy job, but at least now he had a story to tell that didn't involve cleaning up puke.
Camilla was the last one in and she locked the door behind her. The other women were already taking off their clothes and picking out toys from the duffel bags. Katie and Dana were on the bed making out, choosing a more personal way to get aroused.
Almost a year as an android and it still made her weak-kneed to see a roomful of robot women. She shimmied out of her party dress and opened her paplexus panel purely for kicks. The one person who wasn't getting naked was Dr. Dyson herself, who was fiddling with the big trunk.
“Need some help?”
“I think I've got it.” Elaine undid the last lock and opened up the top to reveal two feminine legs and beneath them the body of unit UX1729, a.k.a. Zoe Baker (for another week at least). She was naked except for a butterfly vibrator against her clit. Elaine pulled out the legs and Camilla realized Zoe's eyes were open and following the action. Then the legless girl reached her arms up to get her future mother-in-law's help out of the trunk. Turns out Dr. Dyson did need help with that, and Camilla was happy to oblige.
They laid Zoe down and Elaine went back in to get a series of electronic devices from the bottom of the trunk. Camilla looked at the partially disassembled woman, the various electronic peripherals for her, and her own open interface. The boss and her employee locked eyes. Camilla noticed that happy, dreamy look that UX1729 had consistently worn for the last few weeks as the wedding approached. Camilla had to make sure her arousal level and lubrication rate weren't in the red zone.
“Hey boss, do you think I can park in the handicapped spot on Monday?”
Camilla and Elaine both laughed. The doctor had opened up all of Zoe's panels and a few of the other girls had come over to get a look inside. None of them had seen the gadgets Dr. Dyson was hooking up to UX1729, although they had been told what they would do. Elaine had also pried loose part of the barn doors, so the wires could snake out once the breasts were back in place.
And oh, were there wires. And network cards. And what looked like hard drives. By the time Elaine called everyone over to form a circle around the top half of Zoe, it looked like some computer engineer's weekend hobby project on the floor of the hotel. It looked a little better once Zoe's barn doors were closed and some of the cables were tied together, but still nothing like the elegant packaging of most Dyson electronics.
“OK ladies, open your sexual interface ports and take a cable.” She handed out a cord to everyone. One end was already plugged into the stuff on the ground, the other end snapped home above each robot woman's exquisitely designed privates. Dr. Dyson continued, “search for a synchronization code that matches your unit designation. Open your simultaneous sensory experience programs and set them to output only. When Zoe is ready, you'll get a greenlight status message.”
Each unit did as they were told, and the results were plain on Zoe's face and in her voice. One by one, Zoe accepted the sensations of arousal from each woman in the room. She felt the flow of the climate control on everyone's naked skin. And if it weren't for the jury-rigged sensory input buffers and septupled memory cache Dr. Dyson had set up, UX1729 would have had a severe system failure. And this was only the beginning.
Jessica, Dr. Dyson, and Wendy Klein were the first to start, since they were UX2000 series units now and had the fastest systems. The light went green and each of them stuck a dildo or vibrator inside their synthetic pussies. The sensation traveled to each unit's sensory processor, down the cable to the external sensory buffers on the hub they were all connected to. Then the electric signal traveled through the cache to Zoe's external input module. From there, it traveled to Zoe's central processing core, where Zoe felt three dildos fucking three distinct vaginas. If she abandoned concentration, it felt like her pussy had three times as many sweet spots and was being attended to by overlapping sextoys.
She smiled broadly at the pleasure as Gretchen and Zoe's college friend Terri began transmitting and the three phalli turned into five. Camilla, Ava, Christine, and Dana were next online, and Katie was the last one to start teasing herself for Zoe's benefit. By the time everyone was sending data, Zoe was on her third digital orgasm, and the first derived from someone else's software. Zoe and Jessica squealed identically when it happened.
Her hardware was seriously overclocked, but Zoe was able to enjoy the small differences between her climax and Jessica's, soon followed by the differences between her orgasm and Dr. Dyson's. But mostly she was reveling in the Lesbian orgy that existed in her head. Ten pussies being pounded at different rates and she felt them all. And she felt it when two of the pussies stopped being penetrated and started being licked.
Katie and Ava had tossed their toys aside for some personal interaction. Upon seeing it, and upon achieving a climax of her own, Wendy moved to Jessica's groin, taking away the toy in Jessica's snatch. She replaced the toy with her tongue and moved the dildo to Jessica's pleasurably enhanced anus. The redhead giggled and wished Wendy had chosen a position that provided her access to the blonde's nether regions.
Camilla wasn't about to deprive herself of the excellent vibrations happening in her own pussy, but she was next to Dr. Dyson and couldn't pass up a chance to scoot over enough to latch onto Elaine's nipple. Gretchen had a similar idea but went for the good doctor's clit, leaving her own ass up in the air. And with that juicy ass hanging there, Terri couldn't resist getting some contact with another robot woman.
Zoe was starting to feel simultaneous orgasms now as the party attendees really got down to business. It was no longer possible to tell where the pleasure was coming from, it was only possible to let it wash over her brain. But a little message came on in her heads up display that told her sensory input was now beginning to be stored in the external cache before being transmitted to her.
For another two hours, the synthetic ladies poked, licked, and all-out fucked one another. Jessica and Elaine avoided screwing, of course, but just about every other combination happened on the hotel room floor. And throughout the night, no one touched Zoe. Terri made eyes to start kissing the bride, but Elaine managed to gently kick her away. Anything that activated Zoe's primary sexual input would probably result in a massive software failure. And Neil had been promised there would be no physical sexual acts performed on his wife.
Finally, Dr. Dyson wiggled out from between Wendy and Katie and unhooked herself from the hub. She had gotten a message that the massive sensory cache was 95% full. No one else was hooked in to receive the message, but they followed the good doctor's lead. Still, it took a good ten minutes for everyone to stop licking and finish one last orgasm before disengaging their link to the blushing (and screaming with erotic joy) bride.
But it wasn't the end of Zoe's night. The system was still sending information to her central processor. She had barely noticed how the action had slowed down to prevent an overflow, but it had. Zoe was 45 minutes behind everyone else, and she was going to receive every kilobyte of data.
No one bothered getting dressed, but Jessica got some bottles of replacement fluids from one of the duffel bags and began to pass them out. They watched with aroused bemusement as Zoe continued to writhe on the floor. She was still the center of attention, although there were some quiet conversations among some of the girls complimenting one another on a particularly good set of moves during the orgy.
Finally, the cache emptied and Zoe lay there trying to catch breath she didn't really need. Gretchen had fetched her legs and attached them so Zoe could stand up. Jessica undid all the wires and the bride got up. Everyone received a big thank-you hug for their participation, although they were, to a robot woman, more than happy to be of service.
“Oh. My. God. You cannot believe what that's like. I was made of pussy. Dear Lord. Wow.” Zoe continued to stutter and ramble about the experience, which drew some laughs from the other partygoers.
“Seriously, you've all got to try this.”
Elaine walked over to the hub and began hooking herself up in the receiver position. “I intend to right now. Jessica, start preparing the system for another go and get everyone hooked back in.”
There was a cheer from the crowd and everyone got ready for another round.

The church was filled with violin music and the low drone of light conversation. Neil waited nervously at the front for the ceremony to begin in earnest. He peeked another look at his mom, and wished she had chosen something with a higher neckline. It wasn't lewd, but she was still the mother of the groom for pete's sake. He couldn't see his dad, who was in the back with Zoe, preparing to give her away.
The violins picked up and a trumpet joined them. Everyone shut up and turned around to see Jessica walk down the aisle with one of Neil's buddies from work. Neil sighed again that Jessica had imposed her will and gotten Zoe to agree to silver bridesmaid dresses. Although it was the first dress he had seen his sister wear in a long time that showed less than 4 inches of cleavage. He also reflected on how tough it was to convince his buddies not to try to sleep with his sister, and his sister not to sleep with his buddies. Even in the middle of a wedding, his friend was trying to sneak a peek down Jessica's dress.
The two of them were followed by Gretchen, Dana, and Terri (a.k.a Unit UX1945), each accompanied by a friend of Neil's. All the women were positively glowing and looking sexier than they had a right to be in a bridesmaid dress. The pairs split as they reached the altar, with the men taking places behind Neil. The music stopped for a moment, and Neil's heart started beating faster. Then the band began to play 'Here comes the bride'.
Zoe was just as nervous, and second guessing the 'mutual' decision for her to get married in her organic body. Sure, being in a stasis tank on a liquid diet for a few weeks had helped her trim down for her dress, but she still had to breathe in the damn corset, unlike an android. And she had to balance in these shoes with this long dress without a gyroscope. And she had to be compared to synthetic women designed to be sexy.
But when the music started playing and she caught a glimpse of Neil up there, a lot of her irritation melted away. The corset still sucked. She felt a little floaty as she went down the aisle with her father-in-law. She couldn't stop herself from smiling beneath her veil as she stood in front of the altar with Neil, and he couldn't stop smiling at her. And at that moment, Zoe was glad she could feel her heart.
Aww, wasn't that a saccharine ending? But I lied, this isn't the end, because I'm self indulgent enough to include an 'extras' thread. Bow before my ego and tremble.

[inky 2]

i shead a tear

[TheSpotConlon]

And everyone lived happily ever after...except for Neil's sister, who still doesn't seem to get it.

It's all in that last sentence, isn't it? "She was glad she could feel her heart." Remember, kids: we are more than this crude flesh. Luminous beings are we, ones who live only as far as we stretch our minds. There may or may not be a metaphor buried in this story, but I found a general validation for living our very human existence. If we don't, well...how much of us is lost like Zoe in her transfer?

Here's to every day remembering that we can feel our hearts beating.

[Baron]

She still had an orgy, before going back to being organic? That doesn't jibe with the ethical hints in previous chapters, unless the intent was to emphasize the hedonistic aspects of the Dyson experience. And that sort of thing could come back to haunt Zoe, once the new has worn off her marriage.

Still and all, nice wrap-up. Don't sell yourself short as a writer Petey - this piece has commercial potential for sure. Keep it up!!

[petey]

Sorry if it's not clear, but this part takes place 8-9 months after part 10. So Zoe was organic for a lot of the time (from the end of part ten), spending a few weekends as a synthetic, and a longer time right before her wedding to get trim. And of course, to partake in this special event. In the end, I wanted to keep some of the trappings of a tug story, and I thought this electronic orgy was a neat idea.

So I guess the message is that being an android is really nice, but take it in moderation for best results. If you want to extend the drug analogy to that, go ahead

As for what happens when 'the new' fades off the marriage, that's what sequel are made for. I ain't writing it though.

[Sthurmovik]

At some point it begs the question why are these women bothering with physical analogue input devices and just just load themselves into a VR environment and go crazy in there? In VR one can mod their body however they want and really give the pleasure a boost. (Tentacle porn anybody?)

[petey]

Because it's a robot pr0n story, not a VR pr0n story

[Korby]

Well, here we are at the end of it.

It's been interesting to see the response, and as I've said already I'm glad to see it provoking some discussion. I really felt the story warranted the attention.

Really a very nice piece of work. Excellent depth of characterization, lots of good conflict which grew organically (heh) from the characters and their relationships. And also some nice sexy bits, too.

(As to the matter of the orgy bit at the end here... well, you know, it's stated outright that nothing was to be done directly to Zoe. Which was abided by. And there's an implication carried with that that Neil was to some degree aware of and gave his blessing to the situation. Plus, you know, there's always traditionally been a little bit of... I don't know, say... moral relaxation in some aspects of the Dyson mythos; though in my mind, that's generally been with full knowledge and often enthusiastic approval of all concerned parties. Certainly one of the more pr0n-0graphic elements of the scenario, but, well, there it is.)

As to the matter of Elaine and how she went about things... well, hey, I guess she got a bit carried away. That's not much of a defense, but she felt she was doing the right thing. And she came to realize that it wasn't quite the right thing, and did what she could to make amends. Under other circumstances, had it not involved her potential daughter-in-law, I doubt she would have taken things even a fraction as far as she did. Ultimately, it was a very human thing to do, I think....

Then there are questions about the story's 'canonical' status. As I said before, my word on that matter doesn't carry any real weight--not my sandbox. That aside... well, you know, I've read any number of, say, Star Trek novels or comics or what-have-you over the years, all of which are explicitly labeled as 'non-canon' by the people who determine such things. But it doesn't mean that there weren't some really good, challenging, thought-provoking and downright entertaining stories among them.

And then there are all those great 'imaginary' Superman stories from back in the 50s and 60s. They, too, were set outside of the main canon--but they were a lot of fun, sometimes.

So make what you will of all that. I could canonize or decanonize this story all day long, but it doesn't change the fact that it was a good read.

On the other hand, there are some elements of the story here and there that capture my imagination and could conceivably find their way into stuff that I may write someday (with permission and appropriate attribution, of course ). So there's that to consider, too.

Anyhow, though--bottom line. Really good stuff, Petey, and thanks for letting me be involved in an advisory way--it's a big compliment.

(There's probably other stuff I could blather about, but I think I've covered the main points for now. So I'll stop.)

--k

[A.N.N.]

That was amazing! Talk about a great story on so many levels. I think everyone has already mentioned my own comments, so I'll just add my own vote for AWESOME!

Thanks Petey!

[liliwinnt6]

Sorry to reply this topic that has a long time period to 'now', but I found the style of love that Dr. Dyson applied to her son or Zoe, reminded me of the style of parental love of Chinese. I'm a Chinese, and I do deeply understand this. This kind of love can just be like a mountain mounted on you and hardly can you breathe. It is the love from your mom and/or dad (maybe from your grand-parents), you won't be able to refuse it but sometime you will find it 'annoying' (can i use this word here?)