Nestled within a building, which looked like it was made of gingerbread was a human. That human was you, who was dressed in simply a white t-shirt and a pair of plain white shorts as you sat upon a pink armchair in a dull grey walled room, which was stuffed with piles upon piles of dull grey small rocks all around you.
Lying upon your lap was a four foot tall, grey pony with a light purple mane. Normally, a pony that was on your lap would be smiling and be generally excited, but this pony had a rather expressionless expression upon her unmoving face.
The only indication this pony was in fact alive was the slow, quiet breathing and the occasional slow blink of her eyes.
For the next several minutes, you stared down at the pony with a most bewildered look upon your face, the mare in turn stared back up at you with a blank expression upon her face.
During that time you made a series of silly faces, but the mare had no reaction whatsoever to them. You even leaned down to kiss her at one point… only to get the same result. She didn’t moan, move or anything, she didn’t blush, just the same boring old expression of nothingness staring back at you.
Eventually, you decided to break the ice by actually speaking to her.
"So Maud, do you like rocks?" you inquired curiously with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I like rocks," she replied in a dull monotone voice. "Do you like rocks?" she added with not even the slightest change in pitch of her voice.
"Yeah, I like rocks too."
"That’s nice."
A good few minutes went by with you simply staring down at the mare, who just stared back at you with the same, unchanging expression.
"So uhhhh, you want me to give you a belly rub now?"
"Sure," she replied with not even the slightest bit of enthusiasm.
So with that, you placed your right hand upon Maud’s belly, proceeding from there to give the pony her belly rubs. Your hand gently caressed her soft flesh, applying a firm, yet tender touch of your hand going up and down her belly, which elicited absolutely no reaction from her whatsoever.
Just like before, Maud merely continued to stare up at you with a blank look upon her face, breathe softly like before with the slow rise and fall of her chest and the odd slow blink of her eyes. All that at least confirmed she was a living thing, but this wasn’t the reaction you were looking for. For things are no different than before you began to rub her belly.
You uttered a low growl in frustration. ‘This doesn’t make any sense! Normally the pony is a quivering mess and moaning like a whorse. Have I lost my touch?’ came your thoughts.
A nasty grin came upon your face when you lowered your hand to her nipples, gently capturing them between your fingers to give them a series of gentle squeezes.
However, the grin soon faded from your face when you noticed Maud was still not reacting in any way at all to your ministrations.
"Alright, no more Mr. nice guy! You will react to this!" you shouted, reaching your left hand to her backside, before slamming your fist into her marehood.
You looked down to see the fruits of your efforts, but to no avail. Even now, there still was no reaction from her…. not even eyes widening in surprise or anything. And not even a squeeze from around your hand inside her vagina.
You sighed, pulling your hand out from her marehood along with removing your hand from her belly.
For a moment, nothing happened, until Maud’s mouth suddenly slowly opened.
"Why did you stop?" came the grey mare’s voice, no different than the last time she spoke.
"Uh… because you clearly aren’t enjoying yourself," you said in a low voice, looking down sadly.
"Actually, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life," she spoke, still in the same old boring voice.
"Eh wha?" you uttered in a most confused tone,
"Your dexterous hands human… they make me feel like wet clay being molded into something beautiful," again, she spoke in the same boring voice, portraying no emotion behind her words whatsoever.
"Please continue your wonderful work," she spoke, still in the same voice.
A small smile came upon your face, a tiny hint of hope entering your eyes as you looked down upon her blank face. "Do you really like my hands?"
"Yes, your hands feel nice. You must be able to do so much things with rocks with them."
With that you resumed rubbing her belly with your right hand, before you slowly inserted your other hand into her marehood… and for the first time… you got some kind of reaction from her… her vagina squeezed your hand.
"Yes! I got a reaction from you!" you shouted excitedly.
"This is a learning experience for me Anon. For my reaction senses are made up of very out of date software, which I can’t upgrade due to the lack of technology this world has."
"Wait… you’re a robot? Well, that kinda explains everything."
"Yes. That’s why I react so abnormally… as in no reaction at all to your wonderful handy work. "
You stared wide eyed in fear.
"Don’t worry, I’m robosexual and actually have empathy and compassion for living things. Therefore, I have no intention of harming you or any other organic being."
You sighed in relief.
"Good. I was starting to think I was going to fuck a genocidal killing machine."
"You been watching too many bad science fiction movies."
"Wait, this raises other questions? Like who built you?" you asked, staring at her with a most curious look.
"I actually don’t know. All I know is I woke up in a rock farm and the Pie family found me and raised me as one of their own. But enough talk now, I want my belly rubbed meatbag."
"You got it sexy robot pony!" you shouted, giving her a salute.
"Rock this robot pony’s world human," she said, in the same robotic voice.
With that you rubbed the soft, synthetic flesh of her belly and once again received no visible reaction from her.
The End
Author's Note
Maud Pie just might be a robot.
This is my 170th story.
