Exo Saves the Day, Chapter 6

[gynoneko]

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Exo Saves the Day
Chapter Six: Squeaky Clean
By Gynoneko


I closed the door to the bathroom, and grabbed another towel and cloth. She just watched me, taking notes in her head, as I brought them over to the tub and turned on the water, checking the temperature. I hesitated.

“Um… Well. Now we have to get undressed” I said, trying to sound professional. I stood next to her and tried to build up the courage to get naked. It was only right since I had already seen her body… very closely. Pausing briefly, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Her red face focused on my chest as I threw my shirt to the hamper; her eyes giving me a lusty stare-down. I just turned on a gynoid, literally and figuratively. Then again, it made me excited too, which was a problem. She continued to watch me with great interest as I pulled my pants down to my feet and stepped out of them, and my socks. My manhood was now erect, and poking my boxer-briefs toward her. “I’m sorry, it isn’t usually this big.” I coughed. “I’m just a bit excited.”

Her eyes got big and her mouth fell open as she looked at the bulge in my underwear. This was very embarrassing, but I kind of liked it. She smiled and giggled a little, her digital voice cutting through the sound of the running water. I took a deep breath, and pulled off my shorts and tossed them into the hamper. She continued to stare at me, and sifted her weight side to side while biting down on one finger. She was going to make this hard (pun not intended), wasn’t she?

I stood there and waited a moment, but she just looked me up and down. I figured she was too distracted to realize she needed to follow suit. So, I did the honors. Kneeling down, I untied the belt of my coat she kept wrapped around her. Her arms shot up to her mouth, and she just watched as I undid the knot, and opened wide the coat. Red flooded her face as I pulled the coat open to reveal her naked front to me. Her cuts were healing nicely, and several of them vanished completely. There was only one large cut left along the side of her breast, and the one on her neck, and they were covered in tape. The rest of her chest looked nearly flawless. Her nipples stood out on her body, more erect now than before, and she breathed deeply, a flirtatious smile stretching across her lips. Her womanhood was still covered by the metal strip, but I couldn’t even see it when we were both standing. She lowered her hands as I slipped the coat off her shoulders, revealing her full body to me. Her shoulders were small, delicate, and gave her a dainty and petite look. Her neck was long and sensual, and made me want to kiss it. Instead, I took my cloth, and stepped into the shower. I helped her step in as well, over the tall brim of the tub. She let out a small digital squeal as she stepped into the running water. The water ran down her face and over her chest and breasts in interesting ways. She used the cloth in her hand to block the water, closing her eyes and squirming a bit as she got wet. Damn.

I stood in the way of the water stream, letting her relax a bit, so she could get used to the water. She was definitely water proof, I could see that. Swimming should be no problem for her, but she had probably never been in the water before. So I slowly let more water fall onto her as she stood there. Within a minute, she was letting the water run down her face and body, smiling and giggling a little. She still sounded digitized, but I was getting used to it a bit. Following my lead, she turned around in the shower, and let the water run off her curvy back, and down her butt to her legs. Did I ever mention she has a great butt? Turning around again, she watched as I showed her how to put shampoo in her hair. Being a guy, I have a rather short haircut, and require very little shampoo. But her hair ran down to her shoulder blades, and would need far more shampoo. So, I squirted a whole bunch on her head, and helped her lather it up. She closed her eyes as I worked on her hair, rubbing and scratching to clean out all the dried coolant and dirt. She must have been enjoying this, because a small digital moan escaped her lips. It turned me on even more, and as she turned to let me wash the hair in back better, my erect penis bumped up against her hips.

She looked down, and we both blushed. “Sorry about that” I said, taking half a step back, while I scrubbed at the longer part of her hair in back. I couldn’t help it, she was driving me crazy. I ran the water over her head, rinsing away the shampoo, and watched it glide down her back. She looked back at me coquettishly, and turned back around, holding her rag to her chest. Next, I demonstrated how to lather the soap on the cloth and scrub it on her body. She followed suit as best as she could, lathering the soap into the cloth, and scrubbing it onto her face. Soap must have gotten in her eyes, but she didn’t even react. I guess it didn’t annoy her mechanical eyes like it did mine. She next scrubbed her neck, shoulders, arms, and hands. I did the same, never taking my eyes off her. She was incredibly sexy, and I must have stopped washing myself when she got to her chest. Obviously, we are different there, and I never really knew if there was any way to clean breasts differently than just scrubbing them. After staring for a bit, I scrubbed my chest and abs, and watched as she tried to copy me. I suppose men do wash their chest differently than women, as this did not look right, and she wasn’t really able to do it. Although it was fun to watch her breasts played with so much.

“Hold on. I guess you have to wash there differently. Um… maybe more like this?” I said, trying to mimic having breasts on myself, but she didn’t quite get it. “Here, let me try” I said. She looked down, blushing, but moved her hands out of the way. Carefully, I took my soapy cloth, and gently rubbed it against her breast. I followed a circular pattern, for each one, making sure to scrub hard enough to clean, but not to hurt. I suppose I was doing something right when she moaned again. I stopped, and looked at her. She had her eyes closed, and was breathing deeply. “Um… here, why don’t you try now?” I asked. At first she went to copy my movement, by scrubbing my chest in a circular pattern. “No, no, I mean I on you” I explained. God she's cute!

She understood, and started to make the circular scrubbing motions on her chest. She was enjoying this a bit too much. She closed her eyes again, and started to moan a little, as she faced up and rubbed her breasts. She really seemed to enjoy rubbing her nipples as her left hand pinched left nipple while her right hand scrubbed. Suddenly, she stopped, looked up at me, and blushed again, except this time more in shame. She didn’t realize what she was doing, only that it felt good. However, something in there told her to stop, and that it was bad. I thought it was good, maybe too good, and my erection agreed, but I wasn’t going to push her any more.

“Okay then” I said, as if to change the topic. Unfortunately, the next location to wash included her vagina, another area I had no idea how to clean. Luckily, I remember from high school that the vagina is the only part of the body, besides the eyes, that is self-cleaning. I have no idea if this is the same with a gynoid, but since we couldn’t exactly get to hers, we’d just have to trust that my teacher was right. When we finished with the stomach, I got to my penis, and turned around. “Um… For you, this part is different, ‘cause you’re a girl. Just rub there like the rest of your stomach.” She did, and I took care of business myself. Turning back around- my penis still erect, but clean- I directed her on how to clean her legs. That was something I could watch all day. She leaned over in the running water, put her foot on the rim of the tub, and started slowly running the cloth down either side of her leg to her foot. Her legs were long, well-shaped, and sexy as hell. I could barely believe that I was actually in the shower with this girl, watching her do this. She almost fell over once, and had to hold onto me to keep her balance.

She seemed to really start to open up to me. At first, she was confused and scared, which was understandable given the situation she was in. But she soon opened up to be rather friendly, but also modest and shy. However, after all the work I did on her, she became very close. I suppose she was glad I was there to save her, and took the time and effort to fix her up. Maybe she was trying to say “thank you”, or maybe she just wanted to be friends with me. Maybe she was turned on and just wanted to get laid.

What I needed at this point was a cold shower. I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for her, at least no more uncomfortable than taking a shower with me in a not-so-clean bathtub. I thought I caught her looking up at my still erect member while she washed her legs; her face was rather close to it. She finished up her legs, and we moved on to her ass. The problem with the female anatomy is there are virtually no visible parts that aren’t sexy. I couldn’t help but touch myself a little while she wasn’t looking. This was torture and I needed some relief. However, I had to cut that short when we got to her back. I tried my best to show her how to wash her back, but she was having difficulty reaching. Perhaps with practice she’ll get the hang of it, but I would have to scrub it for her now, since it still had some grime on it.

The gynoid leaned against the far wall, pushing herself up with her hands, and let me scrub her back. I tried not to scrub too hard, but she felt so good, it was hard not to push a little harder. Her back was so small that I could practically hold her entire upper body in my hands; dainty and petite. The scrubbing turned into a massage before too long, and she started to moan again. It wasn’t the sexiest moan, being all digital sounding, but it still did the job. She pushed out her butt, arching her back, until her cheeks were rubbing against my penis.

I pushed my body closer against hers, and ran my hands up to her front to cup her breasts. At first, she was startled, but soon she was giving into her pleasure, and grinded her body against mine. Her hand reached up to hold my head, head leaned back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted; I couldn’t resist the open invitation to kiss her. I complied, and placed my lips on hers. She responded in kind, and we drank from each other. At first, it was just a small kiss, followed by another, and another, but they grew into longer kisses, with more tongue play than I had had in years. She felt good, she tasted good. Somehow in the middle of it all, her hand found its way to my erection, and started to stroke it.

I melted into her. She was in complete control at this point, and was sending a stream of unending pleasure to my brain. My hands worked her breasts vigorously, but I slid one down her arm, and across to her stomach. I pushed her body into mine as she undulated her hips against me, still stroking my manhood with her left hand and pinching her nipple with her right. I reached down her front to give her the same treatment she was giving me, when we both suddenly stopped.

I forgot about that damn tag. I touched it with my hand, and realized I couldn’t pleasure her the same way. It was hell. I stared at her, my hands retracting from her body a bit as I backed away a step. She stared back at me, realizing the same thing, and a look of pain and sorrow struck her face. I knew she was just a gynoid, but there was something different about her, and I wanted to be a part of her life. She drove me wild, but there was no way for me to give her the same feeling she gave me, at least not physically. I watched as a tear formed in her eye, or perhaps it was just water, but the effect was the same.

“It’s ok. We don’t have to…” I said, but she interrupted me with a sudden kiss. It lasted a long time, while she wrapped her arms around my neck, and slid her tongue inside my mouth. I held her close in turn, kissing her in response, brushing my tongue against hers. The kiss broke off, with her eyes still closed, her lips still parted, and her tongue sticking out slightly. Before I had the chance to say anything, her eyes opened, and gave me the sexiest I want you look I had ever seen. Her body slid down mine, her hands rubbing against me, teasing my neck, my nipples, my stomach, before resting on my erect cock. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she started to kiss my member, stroking it with one hand.

Her eyes gazed up at me, her face still blushing brightly, as her tongue ran down the length of my shaft, and back up again. She pulled back my foreskin, and teased the head of my cock with her tongue. It was like heaven. She seemed more curious, like she knew what to do, but not why, and wanted to see what would happen. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and let her pleasure me. Her other hand cupped my balls, and gently played with them, as she continued to stroke and lick me. I had never had a blow job before, but now I see why they are so popular. She continued to work my shaft, staring up at me, and finally slid the head of my cock inside her mouth, sucking on it as she did. It felt amazing. Her tongue teased me inside her mouth.

She pulled it out, stopping for a moment as if to think. It appeared that her programming was telling her to stop. Her head jerked slightly from side to side and she blinked rapidly as she sorted through these thoughts, until she finally relaxed, gave me a big smile, and continued her stroking. Her gaze went to my rock-hard member, as she smiled and stroked it. I gazed back down at her, as she started to wrap her lips around the head of my cock again, bobbing in and out slowly, and occasionally licking the shaft from tip to base and back. I watched as her butt stuck out, undulating softly with her movements, taking on that beautiful heart shape girls take on with their hips and ass. My eyes glanced down to her front. As she bobbed in and out- a little faster and deeper each time- her breasts would bounce in and out of view, jiggling with her movement.

I almost lost my balance while she became more vigorous. She stopped and went to grab me, a look of concern filling her face. Once I had my balance again, I decided it was best to sit down on the edge of the tub. Once I was seated, she gave me that same blushing look of desire, and moved in between my legs, taking my cock in her hand, and settling in nicely. Her entire body, against my legs, was warm and comfortable, soft and enticing. She looked like she was enjoying this almost as much as I was; a few digital noises escaping her throat every so often as she stroked my erect member and stared up at me.

She continued with the licking and sucking, and graduated from there into bobbing. It felt good. Occasionally she would stop, with my cock in her mouth, and tease it with her tongue while applying suction. My hips started to move on their own in response to her movement, and she responded in kind. One thing I never liked about how blow jobs are depicted on the internet is the gagging the girls make. It disturbed me, and I had not finished working on her own throat, so I did not push into her mouth too deeply, but I didn’t really have to either. She felt amazing just playing with the tip. I couldn’t help but notice the way she held her hair back, out of the way, behind her ear, with her right hand. She was really getting into this. It looked as though she was enjoying licking my cock as though it was a delicious treat she could not get enough of.

I couldn’t hold it much longer. “I’m going to cum!” I blurted out, trying to pull out of her mouth. Instead, she just went faster, and made sure I wasn’t going anywhere. She ran her right hand up my side as she brought me to a climax. There was nothing I could do to stop it, so I came in her mouth. With a few bursts of intense pleasure running up my spine, and tingling across my body, I was done. It had been a while since I last ejaculated, so it was a pretty big load. Yet, she had taken it all in. Pulling off my penis, she swallowed my load, and licked the tip of my cock clean. She was amazing. When she stopped, she just looked up at me, and smiled with a little digital giggle. I took a few deep breaths, and smiled back at her, satisfied and ecstatic. This time, she helped me to my feet. I was a little lightheaded after that, especially with no food all day. She gave me one last deep kiss and stood there, with the water running down her body, her face gleeful and flushed, and waited for me to tell her what was next. With all this excitement, I barely noticed the white waterproof tape on her neck, arms, and chest. Luckily, they were all still holding tight. If water got into the wrong part of her, there would be a serious problem to fix.

I quickly cleaned off my penis, and turned back to her, clearing my throat. “That last part was not part of the normal bathing procedure” I joked. “It’s optional”. She laughed again. I turned off the water, and stepped out of the tub. She joined me on the other side, and we toweled off. I let her use my comb and brush for her hair, but I refrained from letting her use my masculine smelling deodorant. She already used my soap, and I didn’t want her smelling any more like a man.

She followed close behind me as I walked into the bedroom, a towel around my waste, one around her chest. Her hair was still wet, but it would have to air dry, I had no blow drier. I grabbed the blue shirt, and was about to tell her to raise her hands, when she did on her own. She remembered from the first time we tried this morning. I took the towel off her as she continued to blush, and slid the shirt over her head, one arm in each sleeve. She blushed a lot for a gynoid that just gave me a blow job. She seemed to be very innocent, and yet she knew how to do that very well. Either way, she was very sweet, and seemed to really take a liking to me.

I pulled the shorts on her, one leg at a time, showing here the front and back, and how to tie it closed. The blue shirt was only slightly too big for her, a little baggy, but acceptable. On the front of it, it said “Ask me about me monkey” with a picture of a robotic monkey dancing. It was an ad for, well, a computer program called Dancing Monkey. It was used for programing androids and gynoids to move more naturally, and yes, even to dance. It was a cute monkey, and even though I couldn’t wear the shirt, since it was so small, I just liked to have it around. The shorts she had on were way too big for her. On me, they end just past my knee, but on her they stopped almost midway down her shin. She looked a little silly, but it was better than going around naked, or in my dirty, stinky coat.

I looked through my shirts, and pulled a yellow one on that said “No, I will not fix your gynoid”. It was funny because it was true, except that I would fix it if someone asked nice enough. I pulled on some underwear, and a pair of black sweatpants. Before I could finish tying the cord in the front of my sweatpants, 2 gentle arms wrapped around me in a big hug from behind. I glanced under my arm to look at her smiling face, as she held me close. I finished tying the cord, and wrapped my arm behind me to hug her back. She felt gentle and delicate, but I wanted to hug her very tightly.

When she finally released me, she followed me closely for the rest of the night. It was already late, but I was hungry, which probably explained why I almost fell over in the shower. I made a simple spaghetti dinner while she watched intently. She was very interested in everything I was doing. While I wanted to strike up a conversation, I knew she could not really talk back, so I decided to eat with the TV on. I don’t pay for cable, and I don’t steal it either. But I do watch TV shows over the internet (legally), so I put on a comedy from the beginning, and watched her reaction.

At first, she seemed interested by the size of the screen (who said size doesn’t matter), but it took her a while to understand what was going on once the show started. She was probably used to computer screens and diagnostic tests, but a television show was foreign to her. About half way through the episode, she started to smile at the jokes in the show. I tried not to laugh too loudly since I had already seen this episode, and I wanted to see if she would laugh on her own, and not just because I was laughing.

By the end of the episode, she was starting to laugh at more of the jokes. It ended with a really lame pun that had been building up through the entire episode. A pun that could kill an elf at 30 paces (yes, I game as well). It took her a little while to get it, but in the end, she laughed at that joke all on her own, even though she tried to keep her digitally distorted voice down.

Robots do not understand jokes. Most of them can recognize the formula of a joke, and will laugh at the appropriate places when it recognizes them. However, they never laugh because it is funny. They almost never laugh at puns, they are just too subtle. I assumed that she was laughing at my bad subtle jokes because she was programmed to. It would be hard to recognize them as jokes, but it could be done. However, that last few jokes of this show were real groaners, and did not follow the regular joke formula. The fact that she had to think about it before she laughed meant that either she was analyzing it for a formula, or she was trying to understand the joke. This would take some testing at a later date. I knew just the way to do it too. Something subtle but deliberate would be much harder to understand. If the robot thought it was serious, it would not laugh, even if to a human it was obvious. Irony, puns, tongue-in-cheek humor, they would all be difficult for a robot to understand or recognize as a joke. But testing this would have to wait for another day, it was late, and I was tired.

After cleaning up and turning everything off, I headed to the bedroom. She followed me like a little puppy, eager and excited. “Do you sleep?” I asked. Most gynoids could enter a sleeping mode, just like a computer. Some could even toss and turn lightly to mimic human behavior. However, sometimes they needed to charge, either by a docking bay, or a wire. A docking bay for a gynoid usually meant they would stand in a closet or in the corner, attached to a large machine that would quietly analyze the robot for any malfunctions or damage, perform basic maintenance, and recharge the unit through a specialized, proprietary port. If the owner had a more advanced model that didn’t need servicing as often, they could simply plug the unit into a wall or computer, again through a proprietary port. This usually meant they were left sitting in a chair or standing all night while they charged. It would take at least 6 hours to fully charge a gynoid, so they often charged during the day instead of at night.

She answered my question with a quick nod and a smile. “Do you need to recharge at all?” I asked, realizing she probably would need some sort of recharge. She nodded again, this time with a yawn. “You can use the docking bay in the office if you need it, it has a universal port so you can change…” she shook her head before I finished my sentence. “Oh. So you can recharge with a cable?” She nodded. At this, she turned around and pulled her pants down slightly, showing off her back and a little of her butt. A small thin rectangular door popped open with a click right at her tailbone. I leaned in to take a closer look.

Inside the port was the head of a USB cable. I reached inside and pulled at it. It pulled out with a small amount of tension and several quiet clicks. She shivered as I pulled it out to its full length. It was about 8 feet long, and flat. Cool. When I reached the full length of the cord, she reached back and lowered the panel. With the cord out, a smaller rectangle at the edge of the panel slid to the side, allowing the door to close fully with the cord extended. It was ingenious.

“Hey, let me grab my USB extenders and my USB charging port. I’ll be right back” I told her, excited at my newfound discovery. I wondered what other secrets she was hiding from me. She giggled, holding her USB cord in hand, spinning it in a circle, while I looked for the parts I’d need to plug her in. It took me maybe 10 minutes to find everything, and I came rushing back.

When I came back, I was surprised to see she had changed out of her clothes, and had turned off the lights. She was sitting on the bed wearing a very loose white t-shirt, one that would fit me normally, and was several sizes too large for her. She was simply adorable like that, with one shoulder sticking out of the top. I noticed she was sitting on the bed, her legs bent to either side of her, while she twirled the USB cable in her hand, looking at me. It was sexy and cute all at the same time, and I’m sure I would have been the only guy to think of the line “I want to plug you in” in a sexy way when I saw her. Then again, I read a lot of bizarre things online, and frequented various “fembot” sites.

I found the empty outlet on the wall on the far side of the bed, and plugged in the USB charger, hooking one of the extenders up to it. Watching me closely, she handed me her USB cable. I plugged her into the extender, and gazed at her as she arched her back and let out a digital moan in response. Her breathing got a little heavier, and she ran her hand over her hair, giving her that wild look. Hot! Looks like getting plugged in did turn her on, in every sense of the word.

It took me a little bit, but I soon realized she could actually sleep in the bed while she was charging. Thanks to the shape of her port, and the extra length of cable, should could lie on her back, and even toss and turn, without worrying about breaking her cable or her port. She sat there, her eyes telling me she wanted me, and tapped on the bed next to her. Naturally, I sat down, taking note of the fact that her shorts were not on her, and were sitting on the floor. She was probably not wearing anything other than that large, oversized shirt. She instantly threw her arms around me and kissed me. She was still in the mood it seemed, but I was too tired, and couldn’t respond in kind. She stopped kissing me and looked up at my eyes with her big blue ones, and I looked back into hers. I could see that under the desire and playfulness, she was still in pain. Maybe it wasn’t physical, but after that attack, she was doing anything she could to get her mind off of it.

Her frisky look slowly faded as she sat there, holding me, thinking. I tried to make sure my expression conveyed concern and friendship to her, to make her feel comfortable with me. I watched as her expression changed again. A wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows, and her mouth turned into a frown. Tears filled her eyes, and she started to breathe faster. She gave me another hug, but this time it was a consoling, tear-filled hug. She buried her face in my chest, and started to sob. Her digital voice rang out, which only upset her even more. She tried to mute her voice with my shirt and chest, as she clung onto me. There was nothing I could do, except hold her, and let her get it all out. She was in pain, and she was still scared, and couldn’t tell me anything. I didn’t even know her name. This strong emotional response was far more than any normal gynoid would ever do, and now I started to question who and what she was. Where did she come from? Why was she wandering the streets naked? Why doesn’t she have a master? And why is she so much more advanced than anything I ever heard of?

Half an hour went by as I pondered these questions, holding her in my arms as she sobbed. She fell asleep that way. She cried herself to sleep in my arms, and I was glad I could be there for her. I decided to let her get the sleep she needed, and tucked her in. As I turned to go and sleep on the couch, I felt a tug at my shirt. Even though she was fast asleep, her hand was still holding on to me. I suppose I could just take my shirt off, or try to loosen her grip, but something compelled me to get in the bed with her. I carefully took off my sweatpants (I just can’t sleep with those things on, they get too hot), and climbed into bed next to her. For a long time, I let her rest her head on my chest as she slept, before I too fell asleep.

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/Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[Bart]

Thanks so much. Absolute great story so far - and so well written! I totally love the damaged voice box aspect for some reason. I hope all goes well for her (them). Cannot wait to read more.

[gynoneko]

Thanks so much. Absolute great story so far - and so well written! I totally love the damaged voice box aspect for some reason. I hope all goes well for her (them). Cannot wait to read more.

I'm really glad you like it! I am still working on the next chapter, but I have a lot of ideas to work on and I need to figure out how/when to fit them in. I hope you all like the next chapter. I'll keep posting them, and please keep posting your comments and feedback.