To Love a Girl... (Part 9 ~ The End)

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

Fans of gynoids! This is the finale chapter of "To Love a Girl..."
I'm planning to do a FYOP of this story real soon.
For now, enjoy the ending.
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“What is this?” Heather cried, “She’s… a robot???”
Mia pressed Farra’s left nipple, completely deactivating her, resuming her normal functions as a human.
“I think Percival told me about it.” Mia explained, “That is your mom, or creator, but she’s also a Perfect Robo-Girl, designed to replace her.”
“Huh? You mean…”

Percival explained to Alison, as she attached Farra’s head back on.
“Miss Hopkins, I know I wanted to keep this a secret, but I think you should know by now,” he said, “The other Farra that you met is actually Perfect Robo-Girl #1. She was my original creation, replacing my wife, who died of a car crash.”
“Oh! I didn’t know,” Alison gasped, “You made her into a spitting image of your deceased wife?”
“Well, she wasn’t just for sex. She used to have black hair, blue eyes, and a hot body with 40D breasts. Farra and I created her to have fun. However, when she died, it never happened. I thought that she’d stay with me. Sadly, I was devastated.”

Mia then picked her up and placed her in a seated position. She continued to what Percival said, “Mister Gaynes couldn’t stand losing his wife. So, he remodeled this robot to look like her. I’m surprised she told me so, when I checked her out.”
“How did it happen?” Heather asked.
“Well, remember that she can be rebooted with her left nipple?”
“Yeah?”
“Her right nipple activates her sexual program.”
“OH! I… I cannot believe it… Mommy… she was a robot like me?”
Mia then hugged her and said, “I know it looks bad, but you cannot break down.”
Heather snapped, “I’m not. I knew about it, in her wave patterns, but I was confused. Was she either a robot or a clone of Mommy? So, I thought maybe I’d figure it out eventually, but unfortunately, I lost my memories of this.”
Mia then said, “I see… Farra must’ve wiped you clean.”

Alison asked, “So, what did Mia do to your wife?”
Percival explained, “Mia was the first to try out Farra, who was simply a robot. However, when she started to press her left nipple, she suddenly malfunctioned. Of course, the only way she learned how to reboot he is to fondle her breasts around, in a correct pattern.”
Alison asked, “Like what?”
“Well, her left breast would be spun clockwise, while the right would be counter-clockwise; both at the same time.”
“Oh… that’s a very weird way to reboot a woman… for your dead wife, so to speak.”
“No. This method would work either way, which is why I never use that fondling move, unless she is pressed on her right nipple. I don’t want a fembot for fucking; I want my wife. I did it out of complex.”
“I see. I was curious. What would happen if Farra was rebooted, but with her right tit pressed?”
Percival then said, “Uh, well… I never knew about that… but either way, Farra’s entire memories and voice patterns are still saved. Even if she’s a sleeper, she’s still my wife; and I just cannot have to lose her.”

Mia nodded, “It seems I started to test her out, before she became the Farra Stevens we know and love.”
Heather scowled, “I don’t believe you. Though, I’m surprised that her body is suddenly like a computer. Don’t tell me you fucked her! You know that you’re married, Miss Yuzaki.”
“Well, it was a long story. Of course, I still have all my maneuvers, just like Alpha and Beta.”
“Who?”
Just then, Farra woke up, not remembering a thing. She looked at Mia, who was comforting Heather.
“Mia, what are you doing with Heather?” She asked.
“Oh, Farra,” Mia gasped.
Heather got up and was angered.
“Mother! How dare you become like me?”
Farra was confused, “Beg pardon?”
Heather pressed her right nipple, standing Farra in attention.
“Heather! NO!” Mia screamed.
“Processing… Processing…” Farra spoke in a robotic voice.
She turned to Heather and said, “Hello. I am Farra. I am Perfect Robo-Girl #1. I am the first fembot for love. How about a little fun? Fuck me, you man.”
“Perfect Girl One?!” Heather sneered.
“She was the first prototype,” Mia remarked, “She’s sort of Gynoid #1. A suitable antique.”
Farra stripped down to nothing and approached Heather.
“Farra! This isn’t funny!” Mia screamed, “You’re programmed for sex… and more sex… but god damn it! This isn’t funny! (What am I saying?)”
Farra shoved her down and said, “You’re not for loving…”
Mia banged her head on the wall and suddenly sparked from her head.
“MIA!” Heather screamed.
Farra held Heather’s naked body and thrust her hip onto hers.
“I am to please you,” she said, “I am a perfect sex machine. I am a perfect fuck girl.”
“Heath… er…” Mia groaned, as she shut down.
Mia is actually a robot… or so we thought (which you’ll see later).
“Mom… I mean, Farra…” Heather pleaded, as she resisted, “No… don’t do it!”
Farra kissed Heather, as Heather started to enjoy it. And why not? She is an L-Series gynoid. She was about to reach for her breasts, but Farra’s hug constricted her from doing it.

“So… what would happen, if I say it, when Farra finds out that she’s a robot?” Alison asked.
Percival smiled, “Don’t worry. If she knows, she shut down immediately. However, she’s purely fixable. Once she sees that she’s a sexbot, she’ll malfunction immediately and go into a sexual overload. After that, she is erased from her memories of what transpired. Then she’ll be permanently deactivated, until her body is fixed, to make her look human. Glad it didn’t’ happen yet.”
“Uh, I think it will…” Alison remarked, “She’s with Mia and the Heather fuck-bot.”
Percival gasped and panicked. He was worried that Heather might reveal it.
“Is there something I should know?” She asked.
Percival replied, “Uh, yes… Alison, I’m afraid if Heather fondled her breasts, it could very well be the end of Farra.”
Alison was concerned, as she placed her hand on her skirt, waiting for Percival to speak.
“Go on…”
Percival then explained, “If Heather would suddenly activate her sexual programming, it could very well lead to the orgasms to end ‘em all! Heather will get an orgasm… but in a fatal way! She could break down!”
“This better not be a lie, like last time!”
“It’s true. An L-Series Fembot could very well break down, knowing that her user is an android. This type of faulty glitch could very well end Heather. And as a robo-fetish, I’m against that!”
Alison imagined what it’d be like, as she dug her hand into her crotch again.
“You, ah… go on and, oh… save them…” she moaned, as she masturbated, “I’ll meet you there… ah! AH!”
Percival smiled, “Okay. Why not fuck this Farra, before you meet me there?”
Alison continued, as she approached the prone gynoid. Percival left to the lab.

While Mia was out cold, or shut down, Farra began to hump her hip onto Heather, who was still constricted.
“NO! MORE! MOAR! NEVE! STOP!!!” She pleaded, “FUCK ME HARDER!!! What am I saying? FARRA!!!”
Farra started to stick her pussy into Heather’s and grind up and down. Heather continued to moan, trying to resist, but couldn’t.
“Oh… ah… fuck me… fuck me… mmm… meh… unh… ah…” Heather moaned, completely helpless.
Farra spread her legs up and kissed her, while grinding up and down. She grabbed her face and removed it. Her face was removed, exposing her circuits. Heather started to slur, with her exposed circuitry.
“Oh… L-Series Heather…” Farra said, as she placed Heather’s face down, “You remind me of Oscar…”
She fondled her breasts and felt extremely aroused.
“Sexual Stimulation at 90%; Vaginal Area filling up at 75%; function continuing…”
Farra then picked Heather up. She spread her legs apart and kissed her pussy. As she licked, she tasted Heather’s white fluid, which was forcefully emitting.
“Mmm… you’re so delicious… L-Series Heather…”
A faceless Heather said and did nothing. Farra continued, but then…
Mia Alpha… deactivated; Mia Beta… on-line…
“Mmm… I don’t care… she’s so sexy,” Farra moaned, as she got up and squished her breasts onto Heather’s bare chest, rubbing around.
Just then, a gynoid, which looked like Mia appeared, dressed in a pink bra, panties, and garter belt. She approached the Alpha Mia and reactivated her. She took off her clothes, showing her cyan underwear, complete with garter belt.
“Mia Alpha… Sexual contact…”
“Mia Beta… Sexual contact…”
A third Mia, dressed in purple underwear, appeared behind Alpha and Beta.
“Mia Gamma… Sexual contact…”
The gynoids approached Farra and grabbed onto her. Farra was crying.
“NO! I want to fuck! I want sex! More sex! More sex!” She screamed.
The Mias shouted, “Fuck us, you sexy bitch!”
They stood her straight, as the triplets gyrated at Farra, wiggling their pelvises at her, doing a sexy dance. The Mia robots are new; they are not programmed to strip… yet. Farra started to feel flustered. She suddenly had the urge to fuck a Mia.

Meanwhile, Percival and Alison arrived at the factory. Alison dashed off first, as Percival adjusted his glasses.
“I hope we’re not too late,” she thought.
But Percival grew concerned. He held up his BlackBerry and called someone from the building.
“Yes… they’re there,” he said, “Do not come out, until I tell you to.”
He hung up and slowly went to the building.

Alison arrived at the room, seeing a faceless Heather, lying motionless on the table. She saw the Mia triplets fondling and caressing Farra.
“Get off of her!!!” She screamed.
“Mmm… no…” they said in unison, rubbing at the sexbot.
Farra responded, “Join me? I love to fuck. I enjoy sex… and more sex.”
Alison gasped, “NO! It is true!”
She ran to Heather and placed her face back on. Heather got up and was relieved.
“Alison?” She asked, “What’s going on?”
She pointed at the three gynoids. Farra removed one of the bras on the Mia. Mia Beta started to freeze.
“ERROR! Unaut-authorized-ized area!” Beta cried, as she froze.
Beta shut down, as Alpha and Gamma stopped and turned to her.
“No, Farra,” Alpha asked, “Why would you do that?”
Gamma said, “We are not programmed for nudity.”
“Oh? Not yet, huh? I’ll show you myself, you sexy beasts!” Farra giggled, as she unhooked the others’ bras.
Heather had seen enough. She got up and approached Farra. She socked her in the face, dropping the bras she removed.
“You bitch!” Heather screamed, “How dare you hurt them like that? AND HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BE MY MOTHER??? MY MOM WAS A HUMAN!!!”
Farra caressed her own breasts and suddenly felt horny.
“Care to have a little fun?” She asked, with a wink.
Heather growled, “Screw you!”
They tackled each other, exchanging fists.
“I HATE YOU! HATE YOU!” Heather screamed.
“OH! I LIKE A GYNOID WITH HOT ANGER! YOU TURN ME ON!” Farra shrieked in joy.
“SHUT UP!!!”
Alison stood in place and was frightened. Of course, all she did, at a time like this, was rub her own crotch… in public! Relax… they’re only androids. They continued to fight, as Alison constantly fiddled with her koosh. Mia appeared from behind, the real Mia, and held her shoulders.
“Must you do that, while the Cat-Bot Fight is on?” She griped.
Alison gasped, as she saw Mia. “Wha? Mia?! I thought--?”
Mia said, “Don’t worry. Like I said, I may be a genius and you a chronic masturbator, but I am not stupid.”
Alison remarked, as she pointed at the deactivated and bare-chested Mias, “Then if you’re here… then… who are those imposters?”
Mia giggled, “It’s our new Triplet Mia! These fembots enjoy sex, but they are not programmed for stripping. Sadly, I haven’t installed it in their systems yet. But maybe soon.”
Alison was confused, “Oh… kay… I’m confused.”
Mia reiterated, “The Mia robots can be shut down, if their nipples and/or pussy are exposed. Once I install it into their hard drive, namely Mia Alpha, they’ll be perfect. But we haven’t tested them out yet. For now, they’re perfect for a 4-way! Or… five-way, if you have two people.”
Alison was confused more, “But… why would you leave Alpha, or whatever, with those fembot rejects???”
Mia sighed, “I already knew about the Farra gynoid. The real Farra died and used this robot to become Percy’s wife. I was there, before you joined us.”
The gynoids continued to brawl, as Alison and Mia stepped away. Alison started to feel very uneasy. She took off her shirt, exposing her bare breasts, as stated by her that she never wore a bra.
“I… I don’t know why… but… I want to help… Heather… and Farra…” she moaned.
She stepped towards them, as she removed her panties.
“Alison! You idiot!” Mia yelled, “You don’t know wha--!”
Mia’s android phone rang. She answered it. It was from the person that Percival called.
“Miss Yuzaki, when the time is right, do it!” A female voice called.
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, as she hung up.
Alison broke up both robots. She grabbed Farra in a full nelson. Heather then cried out, “GOOD!”
“NO! Let me go! I want to fuck! I want to fuck!” Farra cried.
Alison cried, “DO IT!”
Heather fondled her breasts, rebooting Farra. Farra started to limp and freeze in place.
“System process deleted… memory deleted… resuming normal functions…”
“Are you okay?” Alison asked, as she held Heather.
“Yes… I’m fine,” she smiled, “I’m surprised you stripped down for Farra.”
“I wasn’t…” Alison said, as she kissed Heather.
“Mmm… you’re so hot… for a masturbator.”
"HEY!" Alison snapped.
Mia interrupted, “Uh, I hate to ruin your sexual fun, but we have to reboot Farra.”
Alison approached her and said, “Right. Press her left nipple.”
However, she pressed Farra’s right nipple. Mia was shocked.
“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” Mia screeched.
Farra started to reboot herself.
“Processing… processing…”
“Uh, oops?” Alison tittered.
“OOPS?! OOPS?!” Mia screamed, “You reactivated her sexual systems!!!”
"I knew that!" Alison chuckled.
Farra approached Alison and held her tight.
“Hello. I am Farra. I am Perfect Robo-Girl #1. I am the first fembot for love. How about a little fun? Fuck me, you man.”
“Oh, no! Not again!” Heather cried.
She caressed Alison, but then, it happened. She started to spark and shake. She stood in place and smoked a bit. She whirred around, flailing her arms and legs, like she was a malfunctioning doll.
“Hello… I am Farra… I am… Fuck me… BZZT! I find you hot… I am the first… I’m hot… I am perfect… Have a little fun… I am… sex fuck… machine… sex… I am perfect… ERROR! I am Farra… Robo-Girl… Perfect… I find… find-find-find… you totally… you totally fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-uck… Farra… Sex… fun… Robo-Girl…”
“What the hell’s going on?” Heather cried.
Alison cried, “Farra?”
She continued whirring and speaking, beeping higher and smoking endlessly. Mia watched on, in shock and fright. Alison grabbed Heather.
“ALISON!” She screamed.
They dived down.
“I am… totally… Perfect Robo-Girrrrl… Perfect… I find… I am perfect… sex machine… Farra… System overload! Memory corrupted! ERROR! I am Farra… #1 perfect sex fun fuck machine… totally, GTCH, totally, BZZT, hot fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck… ERROR! SYSTEM MALFUNCTION! I am Farra… I am Farra… I am Farra-arra-arra-arra-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA!”
“SHE’S GONNA BLOW!!!” Mia shrieked.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” Alison screeched.
And then… BOOM! She bent backwards. Her pussy began to spew out ALL of her white fluid. It engulfed the room, dampening everyone and everything, including Alison, Mia, and the gynoids. After expelling all of her fluid, she slowly bent forward. Her body slowly bent down, smoking from her mouth and back. She tilted forward, with her arms slowly flailing.
“Farra… Farrrrraaa… Farrrrrrraaaaaaa… I am… perrrrrrfeeeeeeee…”
Her body bent down, with her arms flailing, while smoke continued to emit, while her pussy was dripping. Mia was wet, but was also relieved. Alison was crying.
“M-Mommy?” Heather cringed.
Mia then removed Farra’s battery pack. She then placed it on the table and sighed, “Well, back to the drawing board.”
Alison was sobbing, as she held Heather tight.
“What a mess… well, I don’t think she’ll be needed anymore,” Mia said.
Alison cried, “Why? You mean Farra is gone… forever! NO! She cannot be dead!”
“Stupid robot!” Mia screamed, “Farra’s not dead!”
Alison sighed, “Uh, you're referring to Heather... Mia…”
Mia then held Alison up and caressed her naked body. She went to her right breast and pressed her nipple, turning her off. Alison went into a slur and was motionless. Heather watched on in shock, as Mia placed the underwear back on her triplet look-alikes.
“Sexual functions commencing…” They spoke, as they were reactivated.
“Fondle with Farra, over there,” Mia instructed, “I have to deal with Heather, right now.”
The Mias grabbed onto the broken Farra gynoid and started to do a dance at her. Mia approached Heather, who was frightened.
“WHAT IS GOING ON?” She sobbed.
Mia held her face and kissed her. She said to her, “It’s over, baby. Now we can begin the marketing for you and the rest of the women.”
“I… I don’t understand… this whole thing…”
Percival arrived, too late. But he knew what happened.
“Congratulations, Heather,” he said, “You and the rest of our fembots have passed the test with flying colors.”
“A TEST?!” Heather cried.
Mia went by Percival and added, “You see, we thought we’d perform a scenario like this, just like the one that robo-wifey did there.”
“WHAT?” Heather shrieked.
“You see, after we said that you’d become bitchy, we’d decided to test your skills again, since all we care about is your sexual functions.”
“So, Mia and I decided to perform our duties, pretending that Alison loved you, Mia was suddenly infatuated by you, and my wife was killed in a car accident.”
“But… my mommy is--.”
Mia stated, “Still alive! Miss Stevens is with Miss Hopkins, which by the way are the real Farra and Alison, on a vacation for a week. Alison needed some time off with Ray. And Farra needed a break from building.”
Percival smiled, “Except now… there are lots of stuff going on: Alison and Ray are to be wed, Mia and I helped you find your function, and Farra will come back soon.”
“You mean, after all that… I… I was created by the real Farra?” Heather asked.
Just then, a woman in auburn hair and a white lab coat approached Heather from behind. She pressed a button on the back of her neck and Heather started to shake. Heather began to shake and clank, causing her to all apart. Her body fell in pieces.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of it… my daughter.” The woman said.
Heather started to slur, “Mommy… mommy… mommmmmmmmm…”
“Thanks for the help… sis,” Percival smiled.
Yes. It was the real Heather, who created the Farra, Heather and Steven robots.
“Hey, no problem. I knew it was getting worse,” she said, as she looked at the Mias continuing to fuck the Farra gynoid.
“So, after all that, the tests were a failure,” Mia sighed.
“Not exactly. All their sexual functions were in 100% working conditions,” Percival said.
Heather added, “Bro’s right. Now we can fix all their bugs and present them to market.”
She approached the Alison gynoid and turned her on, by pressing her right nipple again. She pressed her left nipple down, rebooting her. She woke up and started to feel aroused. She turned to Percival and kneeled down. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick, sticking it in her mouth.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SIS???” He cried.
“Farra isn’t here, right?” Heather said.
Mia nodded, “That makes sense. Why not have one more test, before we can begin production.”
Heather then said, “Well, I have been watching this whole time, and I have to say… these gynoids can put on a show. I almost had an orgasm from Farra and Heather.”
Mia sneered, “Feh! Whatever! Just as long as these fembots work to perfection.”
Percival moaned, “Oh… fuck… she’s right… ah! It’s nothing… ahh… to fuck at… ah… that I know…”
As Percival was cumming, Mia and Heather laughed loudly.
“It’s funny because it’s a fuckbot!” Heather chortled, “So, HIGH-larious, as Peter says.”
Mia said, as she giggled, “Okay, we’ll leave you two alone.”
“Please do,” Percival groaned.
Heather and Mia left, as Percival’s BJ continued. Even though he was being sucked, he had to stay to fix up all six gynoids in the room.
“As soon as we’re done, we need to deactivate you, Alison,” he said, as he was moaning.
Alison said, with her mouth full, “Yes, my sex doll.”
Percival smiled and let out a giggle, “Oh, you’re good.”

Outside, Heather and Mia changed into their casual attire and went home. Mia then had a thought.
“You know, I was thinking…” she asked, “After that whole experience, since the Farra android said that she’s perfect, aren’t all of them perfect?”
Heather shook her head and said, “No. Every Perfect Robo-Girl is perfect in their own unique way. However, there is just one gynoid that I find perfect. I mean think about it.”
She explained about every gynoid, from Farra to Mia:
“Farra may be a used-up and modified robot, but she’s perfect in any form. She can be fondled in a pattern, just in case she malfunctions. Plus, she’s a very portraying gynoid and her boobs have their own zip code. I wonder if we could rebuild Mel Am?
Heather, modeled after Moi, can be somewhat of a bitch. But she was like me, when I was a teenager. She was a lesbian, like me, but I stopped after I got engaged to my husband. The Heather robot is awesome to caress, no matter who owns it. In fact, there’s a tale that your dick remains stiff, rigid, and long for up to six months, if you handle her right. Plus, her tongue can be very playful.
Alison is cute. Her skin is pale and white as snow, her hair as black as ebony, and her lips are as ruby red. She’s like Snow White, except without the masturbation, just like the real Alison. Now, her robot does all the fun, but it’s great to have a fembot who doesn’t believe in bras, since her breasts are shapely, perky, and round. She believes in panties. But we don’t let her go commando, if you get my drift.
And as for your gynoids, Mia, they’re perfect for four-way f**king. Although their bodies have B-Cup breasts and a slim figure, no offense, but their skin is as smooth as silk; and once we can expand their software, just to have them strip, they’ll be ready for some fun. For now, it’s making out and sexy dances from here on out. Fun to have your gynoids sway at you to have sex, huh? Just not too close, or you’ll become extremely aroused, you’ll never leave them or normal life.”
Mia smiled, “You know, you’re right. So, who do you think would be our Most Perfect?”
Heather winked and said, “You really want to know?”
Heather then told her who she’d think was perfect. Mia was amazed.

What do you think? Because that’s left untold. Why?
“This is our little secret, okay, Mia?” Heather insisted.
Mia replied, “Oh, okay. Personally, I think they’ll all perfect to love.”
Heather laughed, “Oh, come on! ONE is fine!”

The End
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To you FC Fans, what do YOU think was the perfect Perfect Robo-Girl: Farra, Heather, Mia, or Alison?
You can reply to me, I love to share. I'm open-minded.

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

Psst.

This is an ADULT message board.

You don't have to censor your text for us. On the contrary, we will probably be less jarred while reading it if you dont.


Other than that, nice job.

Sorry. Sometimes, I'm ashamed of writing genetalia, intercourse, or masturbation in my writing.

I'll try to re-edit the stories, if you want.

[hyperspace51]

THAT WAS AWESOME! Thanks soooo much for that amazing story!

[hyperspace51]

THAT WAS AWESOME! Thanks soooo much for that amazing story!

[hyperspace51]

woops, double post. Sry

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

woops, double post. Sry

That's okay. I'm glad you liked it.

I had it uncensored, since I realized that someone wouldn't like it censored.

All in all, the best that I ever did, remembering each girl's look and personality. Wait until you see my FYOP, real soon.

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

I just finished presenting the story on FembotWiki. one with a little extra dialog in some of the chapters, and it is COMPLETELY uncensored.

Now I am preparing for an EXTRA chapter, which focuses on the fembots only.

[Malkozaine]

Great story. I picked Heather. She just seemed like the right choice.