by Gentry Race
“Oh, wow,” Ms. Brown said from below. “That is… new.”
“You didn’t tell us you got up-upgraded,” Ms. Red said, looking down at what stood in attention like a drill sergeant reporting for duty.
Trevor opened his eyes in dismay. There it was. His thick, blue, throbbing, ghostly cock. The emotion must have reversed his integration. He looked at the two Femroids in horror to see what they thought.
Ms. Brown grabbed it from the base and put it to her paneled forearm. “It’s as hard as concrete,” she observed, looking at Ms. Red.
“Why is it blue?” Ms. Red asked, now crawling down to inspect the new addition to the party.
Ms. Red and Ms. Brown both grabbed a part of Trevor’s cock and began stroking it. Ms. Brown took the head while Ms. Red took the shaft. They slurped every groove like they were coming to the end of an ice cream social. They didn’t care that he was different from the other Femroids.
But he’d had a great BJ before and, though it was nice getting both of them to lick his new cock, he wanted more. He slowly picked himself up, now feeling the weight of his cock extend between the Femroids.
“Okay, ladies,” Trevor began confidently. “Who wants some good relief first?”
They both flipped over onto their knees, kneading into the pillowed bed to get comfortable, laying their head down and arching their backs. Trevor admired each bot’s perfect ass as they pushed through the confines of their tight, white skirts. Ms. Brown’s white pantyhose was now stretched to its limit, revealing the nude skin under the white, sheer material.
Trevor stepped up to each one, rubbing the tip of his shaft on the lips of their newly upgraded part. Ms. Brown didn’t hesitate to push back right away, squeezing out the cream that was building up. Her panties under her skirt were soaked, oozing from the lubricant she naturally produced.
Ms. Red quickly pulled down her creamed pantyhose and matching underwear, exposing two pink lips that were plump and swollen with juices. Trevor prodded her outer lips and pushed himself inside, feeling the silicone heaven he’d felt before with Ms. Joy. She swiveled her hips around, working his cock like a stir stick.
Ms. Brown rocked off her knees and positioned herself just under the action. She rubbed Ms. Red hard, focusing on what looked like a plastic clam holding a polished pearl. Ms. Red was moaning louder now, working his cock faster and faster. Trevor loved the motion and could feel his excitement building up inside, like how it had happened earlier.
He pulled out of Ms. Red and threw her down gently onto her back. As she landed, she pulled Ms. Brown down on top of her and started kissing her mouth. Trevor had two sopping pussies in front of him now. He pushed his cock into Ms. Brown. He could tell she felt every thrust, when her back arched and she shot him a look of lust. She kissed Ms. Red deeper, while Trevor gave it to her good. He wondered if this was just like the real thing.
The friction was overwhelming. He pulled out and gave it to Ms. Red again while she was still under Ms. Brown. He ‘rinsed and repeated’ until he felt something — something large coming from within. His balls began to glow. And there it was!
In a moment of weakness, he blasted all that he had built up into Ms. Brown. She screamed with pleasure, feeling the hot juices filling her up inside.
“Fill ’er up,” Trevor said in a trans-Atlantic accent, conjuring the spirit of gas station attendants from the days of old.
He pulled his dick out, still stroking it, to continue his coming on top of Ms. Red’s pussy, making sure to pile it on her peachy, velcro-like fuzz, just above her polished pearl. He finished the last few tugs, curling his toes and feeling like he had laid claim to what was before him.
He felt satisfied. Ms. Brown and Ms. Red fell to the bed exhausted, overcome with smiles.
“It’s still working me inside, tingling.” Ms. Brown said, closing her eyes and grabbing her crotch. “That stuff is special.”
Trevor nodded his head in surprise. He never thought his jizz could bring a person — errr, robot — so much pleasure.
They were the queens of nurturing, but he couldn’t let exhaustion hold him back from his mission. He wondered if they wanted to join him on his quest. He needed to stop Beta.
“Ms. Red? Ms. Brown?” he spoke haltingly. “Would you like to join my crew?”
“Sorry, baby, we got duty,” they answered at the same time.
He walked to the doorway and exited the Relief Room, pulling himself from the Femroid bot he had taken over. She came to, but not before Trevor made a gun with his forefinger and thumb, pulled the trigger, and sent a blast of blue energy into her head. She popped her wig and collapsed to her knees.
“Let me blow your mind,” Trevor quipped.
He looked back at the room, thinking on the wonderful time he’d had. The two lady Femroids were now on top of each other, their skin changing a luminous blue. He was taken aback by the sight. As they kissed each other again, it seemed that Ms. Red was melting into Ms. Brown. It was an effect Trevor could only explain as ‘osmotic’.
Without another thought, he integrated into the wall and pushed his way toward Dr. Beta’s lair.
7
Dr. Beta’s Lair
Trevor’s body tried to push through the concrete and rebar that held the solid grey compound together. The concrete molecules were dense. He pushed harder, feeling the warmth of light within the room on the other side. As his face emerged, he opened his eyes and could tell that his body was still integrated with the wall of wrought iron.
A cylindrical room was decorated with a myriad of differently colored and randomly sized lava lamps, endlessly floating their waxy bubbles behind their thick glass. At the center was a thick metal chair, and five feet away from that was an outdated computer screen the size of a car. Displaying on the screen, Trevor recognized the Soviet general from the night of the fire, yet his face was pimpled with red sores that looked like bee stings.
Just below the screen was a military Soviet goon, chowing down on a large Chicken Kiev pierogi. Next to him were two more Femroids in deep red unitards, holding long staffs with serrated edges. Their matching red thigh-high boots were as shiny as their silicone skin, and a tall, blonde beehive hairdo finished the look of the two guards clad in red.
Trevor adjusted his position in the wall and he could see one femroid was a pieced-together concoction he recognized — Ms. Joy. Her body was stitched together like a rag doll and seemed to be in working mode. Her eyes fixed on something Trevor would come to see — the most hideous and monstrous face imaginable.
Framed by long, flowing, purple, red and blue hair, flaky, iridescent skin met large red lips that smiled from ear to ear. It was Dr. Beta. He had become half man, half beta fish. Trevor chuckled at the irony.
“Listen to me, Dr. Beta. You must get our plan back on track immediately,” General Pylinsky said in a thick accent. His frustration increasing from being projected on a screen and not there in the flesh. “We’ve already made the payments to you.”
Dr. Beta stepped lightly to what looked like an industrial freezer on steroids, pulling his colorful, flowing, fin-like hair into a ponytail and tying it back. The hoses of the freezer were ported from all over and extended out, like some kind of Franken-Fridge, connecting into the ground.
“Our plan?” Dr. Beta asked. “But of course.”
With a nod from Dr. Beta, the Femroids turned on the Soviet goon and raised their weapons. The Soviet goon was caught off guard and bumbled around with so much chicken in his mouth, he spat on one of the Femroids. She quickly cracked her staff over his head, throwing him into the chair in the center of the room.
He fell back, and pieces of poultry fell over his neatly pressed, green uniform. The Soviet goon shot a look at the pimple-faced General, who was in shock. White bands strapped over the goon and locked him tight to the chair.
“If I remember correctly… you and your comrades ran away while my Ms. Joy was there to clean up,” Dr. Beta said, pulling out a small pistol fro
m his white coat and aiming it at the goon. “Now, my dear General, it’s time to kill two birds with one stone.”
A thick, clear tube descended from the ceiling, surrounding the Soviet goon and encapsulating him in a circular chamber. Just beneath his feet, the ground opened, casting him in red-hot light from below. Magma swirled and pooled in yellowish crimson, cracking into crust when the liquid met the cool air.
The goon squirmed and squealed in agony, feeling the heat. Trevor could make out something swarming just above the lava, as if the crust was alive. Large pieces flaked in fury. When a tail emerged, Trevor knew what he was looking at. Dr. Beta smiled, along with the two Femroids in red. Ms. Joy seemed devoid of any reaction.
“Is that a Lava Shark? Where is the Sharkano we discussed?” General Pylinsky asked, his demeanor now angry. “I don’t think you want to double-cross us, doctor.”
Dr. Beta smiled, his iridescent dimples glistening in the light as he walked over to the console and flipped a switch. A blue beam shot down from within the glass tubed chamber and struck the lava. The Lava Shark was pulled slowly upward from the cracking crust below. The goon wiggled more, feeling the heat as the creature got closer. A wet spot grew on his groin, and urine dripped below onto the hot, rising shark. The yellow liquid hit the shark’s skin, steaming up the glass.
“You came to me for help to acquire world dominance, General,” Dr. Beta said. “I have that power now. I would advise against a threat.”
Screams of agony echoed from the center tube. Trevor looked on fearfully, as rays of red and blue light fluttered behind the wafts of urinated steam. He could only guess what the wretched smell was like.
“Chicken soaked in leathery, burnt urine?” Trevor asked himself.
“You win for now, doctor,” General Pylinsky said, his eyes redder than the numerous spots that tattered his face. “We shall meet again when I get better.”
The screen faded to black. The screams inside the tube turned to roars. Everyone backed up, feeling the grumbling within. Trevor could feel the wall vibrate throughout his body. Whatever was in the tube was powerful and angry.
“I shall keep the changes of our arrangement,” Dr. Beta said, laughing in a hysterical manner, “and continue to make more!”
Trevor knew this was his time to shine. He had to break free from the wall. If there ever was a perfect time to surprise his enemy, it was now. He forced himself through pelvis-first and felt an airy breeze on his exposed dick as it flopped from his pants.
“Dammit,” Trevor said, trying to push his hands out of the wall to correct the mishap.
He pushed harder and felt the air on his face. He hit the ground and quickly stuffing his penis back into his suit. With one knee bent, he raised his head, now clear and composed, and looked over at the doctor, the Femroid guards, and the angry tube ahead.
“What a freakshow,” he called out to the group. Their attention quickly turned to him. “If my communicator was working right now, I would have Dickens all over this place.”
Dr. Beta was less than amused, scoffing at Trevor’s blue, glowing body, held within the makeshift diving suit that contained him. Trevor watched him step closer, puckering his thick fish lips together.
“Get him,” Dr. Beta ordered.
The Femroids clad in red charged toward Trevor, their staffs held up in a gallant fashion by their strong, robotic hands. He looked down at his crotch, then back at the bots making their way forward at full force.
“Hey, ladies,” he said, placing his gloved hands on his hips and thrusting his pelvis forward. “Now don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
The Femroids caught sight of his heroism, his commanding courage and erupted in ecstasy, spasming as they hit the floor. Trevor walked to the leading red-clad bot, kneeling and brushing his hand over her armor.
“Shhh,” he said softly, admiring the bot’s hard body under the red paneled armor. “You can sleep now, but I will always think of you —”
Whack!
Trevor took a red-laced boot to the face. He flew back, hitting the window and breaking the glass paneling. It wasn’t long until he realized he’d been falling for a few seconds, and he instinctively stuck his fingers out.
Blue energy shot from each of his fingertips, slowing his fall. He squeezed his palms together, focusing the energy into each, creating his own beam. He slowed his fall and landed softly on the ground, feeling ecstatic; the gloves had worked. Anita had done him well.
“Now that I know they work,” Trevor said, looking back up the structure. “It’s time to kick some Femroid ass. Who wants a Teleorgasm?!”
The last thing he saw was two massive tits, plummeting at terminal velocity toward his head. The Femroids had broken his spell and were now jumping from the window, one by one.
BOING!
The first set of tits hit him hard. Despite being soft, they hurt his face like a motherfucker. Trevor was quick to dodge the next pair, and the one after that. It wasn’t long until he was facing three Femroid guards, stacked with armor and armed with glowing, red-hot staffs. Each one seemed to wield hers with deathly precision.
Trevor cocked a furrowed eyebrow, accepting his fate. The power swelled inside him, and he looked up to see Dr. Beta poking his head out the broken window to assure his prize was to be captured.
However, Trevor was starting to realize his potential.
One Femroid lunged at him, and he sidestepped, focusing his energy in his fingers and lighting the bot on fire while he blasted off into the air. The blue energy arced with so much brightness and heat, Dr. Beta was blinded when Trevor smacked into his fishy face.
Trevor turned his hands, rounding on Beta and heading back into the lair. A quick backward whip of his hands, and the energy stopped him in his place. He could see Dr. Beta shaking off the hit, his ponytail cut loose and his colorful hair flailing about as if it was floating in water.
“It can’t be.” Dr. Beta brushed his hair back and yelled, “My Femroids are burning!”
“Told you,” Trevor said, trying not to look at Ms. Joy standing behind him. He trusted her not to attack him. “It’s a bad case.”
Ms. Joy smiled at his quip, trying now to reach for her pleasure regions.
Anger boiled in Dr. Beta’s face, turning it from the normal purple to a sweltering red. He ran directly across the room, slamming his scaly fist on a red button on the wall. The room flashed red, and the glass tube began to rise, easing the crimson tinted steam from within the center of the lair.
A roar bellowed from deep within, like a fearsome sound, thundering from a chasm of chaos. Trevor looked closer at the blood red steam now settling, and made way for what laid within. It was massive, whatever it was, and he instinctively stepped back. He could hear Dr. Beta rejoicing, marveling at his latest creation.
A half man, half shark emerged, ripped to the bone as his swollen, muscular legs broke through the green, Russian military attire he once wore. His skin was a golden brown, cracked and crinkled with glowing red heat that crawled up in fissures. Trevor got sight of the thing’s shark-nosed beak just below the tiny, black, beady eyes as he opened his jaw, revealing several rows of serrated teeth, jutting out just past its lips. The beast bobbed his head up and down, wiggling tiny chicken-like wings for arms in excitement.
It was a nightmare to see.
Like a contorted chicken had sex with a shark and threw up a lava-crusted baby monster, tossing it down the ugly tree and making sure to hit every branch on its way down to hideousness. What had the doctor been thinking? He truly didn’t care about the world or what he brought into it, and it was now up to Trevor to stop him.
“Seriously,” Trevor said, taking a more direct stance. “I thought you were crazy before, having this robot fetish, but this… this knocks it out of the park. What is that thing? A… Lavarkmird?”
“I beg your pardon?” Dr. Beta asked, suppressing his anger and showing a hint of curiosity. “What do you mean?”
“Lav-ark-m-ird.
” Trevor sounded out his clever portmanteau. “Lava-Shark-Man-Bird.”
Dr. Beta and the monster looked each other up and down, confused. Someone would find their intentions less than rewarding and come up with a terrible name like Trevor had.
“Actually,” Dr. Beta said, looking sadly at the creature. “I was planning to call him Larry. You…were okay with ‘Larry’, right?”
The creature nodded in agreement with its whole body, due to lacking a neck, and in a hefty voice said, “Yeah, Larry was my top pick, but… Lavarkmird works better.”
“Dammit!” Dr. Beta yelled, snapping back into the fiendish scientist he was. “‘Lavarkmird’ it is. You have won that one, Mr. Jones.”
“Okay, back to business,” Trevor continued. He pointed. “I will be acquiring that freezer now.”
“What?” Dr. Beta said in disgust. “Oh no, you won’t. Ms. Joy, get me my plasma gun. Lavarkmird, handle him.”
The beastly creature widened his stance, arched his back and bellowed an ear-piercing roar. Breath of rotten chicken Kiev swept over Trevor in large gushes of halitosis. He felt sedate at first, but came to, watching the large Lavarkmird now charging his way.
Each step sent a thunderous pound into the floor. Trevor had to think fast. Putting his two hands together, he formed a gun shape. Energy flowed from his arms into his digits and outward, hitting the Lavarkmird.
The blast was useless against the rage the monster had bottled within. Trevor felt the back thrust of a small winged arm hit him with so much force he was thrown to the wall. Lavarkmird spewed lava from his throat all around Trevor’s position like a fiery moat from hell.
Dr. Beta stepped up next to the beast, raising his plasma gun. Ms. Joy was behind him, her face saddened by Trevor’s defeat.
“Your move, Mr. Jones,” Dr. Beta said with a scaly smile.