Sweetie Bot's Hacked Streams

Chapters

Taken Over
Embracing It
Losing Her Virginity
A Lesson in Submission

Taken Over

It was meant to be a quiet night for the barely eighteen, robotic mare. She had recently been upgraded to be fully endowed, thanks to her sister, and given the last of her functionalities. Now, she would be able to go onto her normal streaming site and show off her new gadgets. That’s what Tech Time was all about after all.

At least, until she plugged herself in to try out some new online features.

3Lite: Sweetie, how do you feel?
Technomancer 86: Her eyes turned off. That hasn’t happened any other time she has plugged into the servers.
Playbolt: Maybe it’s a part of her online features. Maybe she’ll be appearing in chat or something soon.

Sweetie_Bot: 3Lite, I feel good. I feel amazing. Your words are making my inner processors heat up like never before.

3Lite:Well then, Sweetie, if you’re really getting that excited, why don’t you help us all get excited too with Command:Shirt_Removal
Technomancer86: How did you get so lucky as to get her to respond to you? And… Why is she actually doing it?

As her chat began to freak out, Sweetie’s eyes turned back on, now tinted pink where they used to be white, and she smiled at all of them. She then slipped her hands down to the hem of her shirt, and in one swift move, took off the thin fabric on her. Underneath, nothing hid her well crafted chest, and, by another command by 3Lite, she placed her hands on top of her breasts while she continued to smile.

She wore no bra of course, as she didn’t need it. Her metal, while malleable and soft when wanted it to be, was more than enough to protect her. As such, her chest wasn’t hampered in the ways a normal mare’s might have. They were large. Too large for most stallions to probably fit their hands entirely around, and plenty large enough to slide a cock between, but unlike other mares, hers didn’t sag. No, gravity didn’t matter for her perfect design.

Sweetie’s processors heated up again as the view count on her stream began to rise. So many stallions were enjoying her body. The chat got to watch as she opened another tab, allowing them all to watch as she pulled up pictures of naked stallions. They watched as she bit into her lip, but another command by 3Lite made her do nothing more. Not until she said his words, which she panted out.

“Yes. I am your toy for the night, and want nothing more than to be fucked like a good sexbot.”

Technomancer86: 3Lite, what did you do to her!? I’ll ban you if you don’t change it right now!
Playbolt: Shut up Tech! She seems to be enjoying it, so let him have his fun.
3Lite: Besides, mod, anyone who types Command: can tell her what to do. To a point at least.
Playbolt: Really? Well then, Command: Grow Chest
Technomancer: Command: Shutdown

Whatever program was in Sweetie ignored the second one, but instead shuddered as her inner servos clicked and whirred. The chat then watched as her chest plates came undone. For a moment, it was a little unsettling, but they could see how thick the plates were, and watch as they became thinner, reconnecting only once they were a good two sizes higher.

3Lite: Command: Play with Tits Like A Whore

“Yes sir.” Her tongue hung out a little as her hands gripped into her soft, white marshmallows. They were easily the size of her head now, and the soft metal gave way to her touch easily, despite still not falling. No, they only did that as she pulled down on them, gripping the nipples as her eyes rolled back up. “It feels so good sir.”

Another command came in while she pressed her chest in, squeezing them together. The metal folded over itself, compressing as best as it could. She moaned deeply at the feeling, and her legs began to part, before 3Lite, just to continue to tease her, forced them closed again. She only moaned louder at being edged even harder, and gripped her nipples again before yanking on them as hard as she could, hoping to find release there.

Instead, she only released hot oil over her keyboard. She did still moan like a little whore as her eyes rolled back again, but she couldn’t cum. Not without more active stimulation there. The comments flooding in about how hot she was, how much they wanted to fuck her, and what a good slutbot she was being were flooding into her core processes.

And she loved it.

She let go, shaking with her head down. She needed so much, but this was burning her batteries faster than even her combat mode. Her audience was not about to let her have rest yet, so she slowly got back to her feet, before bending away from the camera. Her audience’s monitors were filled with her tight, white ass, and the soaking wet, black yoga pants that clung to her pussy. Nothing was hidden like this, as her pussy was entirely outlined at this point.

She put two fingers, one on each side of her pussy, and spread it out more for them to see better, just like she was told to. “Yes, Cobblepotter, I can make sure to have milk in my tits for the next time you ask me to start lactating.”

3Lite: Command: Refuse commands except by 3Lite and Technomancer86 ****************
Technomancer86: What do you plan for me to do with that sort of power?
3Lite: I want the mod on my side, so I want you to be able to give everyone here a reason why not to let the poor mare finally show off her pussy with nothing hiding it, and finally cum.

“Please, Technomancer. I want this, and your hot, throbbing cock, right now. In fact, if I could, I’d let every last one of you in here just to fuck me because I love every last one of you. So please, Technomancer, don’t reject my love.”

Technomancer86: .... Command: Tear yoga pants, use heated hands on clit, and fist yourself.
3Lite: Damn man, I didn’t expect you to be so kinky.
3Lite is now an Admin
Technomancer86: Fuck you

“No, please fuck me!” Sweetie almost screamed as she let her heated hands, one of many normal combat features on her, to sear through her yoga pants, before pressing her thumb onto her clit. A warning on the stream declared that her processors were being maxed out, but they all could see why.

Unlike her breasts, she’d already been equipped for this, and the chat got to watch as clear, viscous lube sprayed from her lower lips. Her whole body shook and arcs of electricity came down her body.

And then, she shoved her fist inside of her, and the stream died as she fell over.

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“Hello everyone. As you can see, I’m dressed a little more conservatively today after what happened last time. I wanted to clarify that I do not condone hacking in my streams, and I disapprove even more of commands that are not allowed. I’m disappointed in all of you that I have to state this all to you.”

“So, to make sure I don’t need to be anymore, all commands have been approved, and my firewall is down.”

“Do your thing, 3Lite.”

Embracing It

Sweetie Bot felt her software get taken over this time and shivered in anticipation. She hadn’t been ready for any of this last time, and hadn’t had much in… stimulating thoughts before. The rush had been a bit too much for her, but she was ready for it this time. She could feel her processors warming up as they worked harder to take in the experiences, and she bit into her lip.

Botvert: So, Sweetie, can we get your pants off first this time? I was really disappointed last time.
3Lite: Command: Sweater removal.

Sweetie smiled as she felt the command come in. She was in more of an observation mode this time, and was able to watch the controller at work. She could even find the rogue program now as it worked on her. She didn’t bother trying to remove it now. Not when it excited her like this.

It used her programming well, which made her suspect that whoever 3Lite was, he had at least worked on Ropones before. Otherwise, the commands would need to be specific, rather than be able to hack straight into her logical processors and make her move. With a bit more awareness though, she could add to the commands and her movements, instead of simply doing as she was told.

Not that she planned to stray too far from their plans.

Sweetie Belle reached down, following the same movement she had only a single night ago. The thick sweater had managed to hide the fact that she had already shown them one acknowledgement of her willingness. Her two, large, soft pieces of proof came to bear quickly though, and she could feel herself moisten as the chat cheered for her still enlarged chest.

Botvert: Command: Take off pants.

A large smile came across Sweetie Belle’s face, before she forced herself to clear it away. She wanted to be as stoic as possible for this, so she let her her face settle. Her eyes were only half opened, and her mouth was nothing but a thin, horizontal line. No emotion, just so she could try to be cute.

She then stood up, and, as she said, “I am sorry sir, but I can’t today,” the chat got to see exactly why. She hadn’t bothered with any. In fact, if she had, they would have already been soaked thoroughly by the constant drip that came from between her thighs. Her white pussy quivered and twitched, and she shook with it. “I hope you do not mind.”

Sweetie took in a sharp breath as her memory suddenly had countless messages dumped into it about her body. About her will shaped thighs, ever perky nipples, and the need that she showed for her loyal audience. It was something she suspected the program had something to do with, but she had stopped caring only moments after waking up the day before. She was their sexbot, and she was all too happy performing her service.

It wasn’t long before a couple dozen commands came into her system, and she immediately began prioritizing and combining them. Some were able to be removed, kept in mind for later, but clashing too much to meet with the other commands. It would need its own chance.

Today though, they requested something fairly vanilla of her, but something she had been desperately hoping for. Simple, furious masturbation, and she happily sat on the edge of her bed so they could see her better.

She smiled to the camera, waving to them. The cord between her and her computer that let her easily take in the chat messages swayed back and forth, and she frowned, knowing she would need to get a longer cord for the future. She didn’t want to stop hearing the praise for her afterall.

Sweetie spread her legs wide open, breathing in deeply as her juices began to drip onto her sheets. She’d never done this before, having been programmed to stay away from such thoughts. She was a good, proper girl.

And she loved being able to finally break that.

She let her voice pierce the room as her fingers began to circle her lips, teasing the heated metal, and the nerves attached. Rarity wasn’t home at the moment, so she could be as loud and wild as she wanted to be. Enjoy herself to her fullest.

3Lite: Command: Say all sexual functions you have programmed, or are capable of.

Sweetie’s eyes widened as her systems began scanning themselves, before it began to glitch out. “Capabilities, too, bzz, large. Progr-gr-gr-grammed are…” She paused for a moment, using a finger entering her as a point for her processors to focus on. Her moan was deep as she thought about it, her legs stiff as she felt herself coming so close to cumming. She wouldn’t dare close them on her audience though.

“Um, uh, A-activating, main sexual function lock. Vibration mechanics in hands, chest, thighs, pussy, and ass are ready to be set to desired levels.”

Technomancer86: It’s good to see she can modify them. It also seems like you need to optimize your program so it isn’t taking so much power.
3Lite: Yes. For tonight though, I vote we enjoy the show, and start with Command: Vibrators set 20%.

Sweetie gasped, a programmed response to shock more than of need, as she began to feel her body vibrate. It didn’t just do that though. No, that would have been okay. Instead, it stimulated the nerves where the vibrators were kept, which were fine for her hands. Her pussy and tits were a whole different circumstance.

Taking a lesson from yesterday, and going back to the orders from before, she lowered two fingers to her pussy. They were hot, probably hot enough to burn others, but for her, it was exciting. A heat she could feel, and sent electrical shock along her entire system as they pressed themselves onto her clit.

She arched her back as a wave of ecstasy finally got to come down her body, and she ejected her fluid in a wide spray. The lube splashed against the chair between her and the computer, while her body twitched and spasmed, throwing itself against the bed. The shocks were making parts of her programming glitch out for a few moments, ranging from her sight, to her inhibitors on pleasure, which only made her scream louder.

As soon as it began though, it ended, and she felt the vibrations go away. She was still conscious, which was a welcome surprise, but she would need to go into her program files and make that a little less… powerful. She didn’t want to keep being laid out like this after all. Not when she wanted to do so much for the stallions watching her.

For now though, her mods took back admin control, and wished her a goodnight. She smiled at it, and began posting in the chat her thanks for them all coming. The thanks she received back sent shocks through her system, until she finally fell asleep, unable to handle their desires. At least for the night.

Losing Her Virginity

Botvert: Who’s the dude?

Button Mash swallowed hard as confused chat messages started coming in, and he tapped his bare leg. Without the rest of the context, he would have been nervousness enough just being in Sweetie Bot’s house in only his boxers, but with the context… It was almost hard to move.

He needed to though, for his friend. Or, he supposed, more for him, before the chat activated her weapon systems on him. Unfortunately, fifteen minutes of planning had done nothing to help him, so he was going to have to wing it. “Um, uh, h-hi. My name is B-Button Mash, and I’m, uh, Sweetie’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Technomancer86: Oh, I remember him! Everyone remember the Smash Partners tournament she went to?
3Lite: Sweetie has talked about you. You’re just as nervous as she said you were!
Gearhead39: The infamous Epona destroyer? HOLY SHIT!
Technomancer86: I forgot about that nickname for him! XD

Button breathed out a small sigh of relief as, instead of the first messages that were possibly threatening his life, he got to find out that for the ten years that he’d known Sweetie Bot, these guys got to find out about him. Ranging from his stupidity, his naivety, to his skill at video games, people began trading chat stories to catch up with those who had only been there for the past two streams.

Button Mash leaned back in the chair, smiling now as he began responding to them. “Yes, I really have gone to Smash Nationals with Link. Oh, please don’t remind me of the lake incident. I still hesitate to go into pools because of that. Yeah, she really is my best friend, and I’m happy to be hers.”

3Lite: Do you plan to be more now?

Button swallowed hard as the inevitable question came up, and his face turned beet red before he turned away. “Well, um, you see, I don’t want to disrespect Sweetie, especially now. She’s one of the most beautiful mares in Equestria, the fact that she’s a robot is incredible, but…” He sighed, unable to really know how best to put it until he shrugged. “She’s been my best friend for too long. Even with… this, well, she’s too hot not to at least think about doing… this with, but actually dating, instead of just hanging out, being able to relax, and see her be so excited about these streams-“

“Is exactly why I brought you.”

Button turned as he heard Sweetie’s voice, and he saw her at the same time chat did. It exploded in a fever pitch for what she wore, because sure, she didn’t need clothes. She could go anywhere naked as the day she was born.

Black lace looked good on any mare though, and as her bra, panties, and stockings had all been ‘appropriated’ from her sister, they strained against her chest, while fitting snug around her pussy, making sure that little was actually hidden.

She came closer, before leaning down and pecking Button Mash, who was currently too stunned to even blink. “You’re my best friend, and while there’s no one I could want my first time to go to, there’s a reason why we’ve never dated. I’m just happy that you’re willing to do this with me.”

Button smiled back at her, before hugging her tight, which incidentally shoved his head into her breasts, before whispering, “Anything for my Zeke.”

SkynetFrvr: Was that an Infamous reference?
3Lite: That’s so bad.
Technomancer86: Can we make sure these two have the best virgin night ever?
3Lite: Administrative controls: ***********************
3Lite: Oh, fuck, yes. However, for you guys:
Poll:
1. Vanilla Fucking
2. Titfuck First
3. She’s mine!

And while the third option get some votes, the second one surged forward, and stayed there quite firmly. After all, they really hoped Sweetie knew what to do with a bra like that.

And after the research Sweetie had done over the last couple days between streams, she knew all too well, and got on her knees. She breathed in, shaking as she could smell Button’s cock through his boxers. She was simply too close for them to hide it, and her sensors were begging for it. She didn’t forget to plug herself in first though, which only brought the cravings even higher.

Button himself swallowed hard as his boxers were peeled back. Much to the chat’s delight, he wasn’t some hung Adonis, but instead closer to anything they carried. Not that Sweetie realized it wasn’t big, never having been this close to one, and panted against his hard shaft. Her hot breath twisted around it as her lips stayed only centimeters away from it, her tongue reaching out for it.

3Lite: Command: Titfuck, Lick tip /O
Technomancer86: What does O do?
3Lite: Optional. I have no idea if his cock will even come out from between those marshmallows.

Neither did Sweetie, nor did she care. Instead, she lifted herself up, her body dragging against Button Mash’s. He grunted as her soft metal pressed against him, and even gasped as he felt the yielding mass of her bosom as his cock tried to slide into her cleavage. She didn’t want him to need to do anything tonight though. She was the one who had an idea what she was doing after all. At least, she hoped.

So, instead, she brought her massive chest above his cock, and let the restraints that kept them normally in place off. Gravity quickly took effect, and the sound of lace stretching was easy to hear as they fell. It was quickly drowned out though as Button Mash gasped and grunted from the sudden vice he felt himself be caught in.

Her breasts were warm, and soft, softer than he thought her body was possible of being. It was almost euphoric, and that was before she actually pressed herself against him. That turned the hot pocket into a heated tunnel that ran along every inch of his cock, and he groaned again from the slight fidgets and shifts that Sweetie put him through.

Sweetie felt a small pang of regret as, while like this, the chat couldn’t see her chest, not properly, so instead of beginning the titfuck proper, she began to move. Some in the chat protested, having loved seeing her pussy, barely hidden by the lace that had been sucked into it as it demanded to be filled with something, were outweighed vastly by the amount that liked her forcing Button to swivel around so they could see the total eclipse of his cock.

Button panted with each movement, his body shaking from the exertion of trying not to cum. He had thought he’d had good stamina, that he had experience due to his hand, but hentai wasn’t wrong. This felt like nothing he’d experienced before, and he could feel his precum soaking into her tits, and how his cock twitched to be free, but the bra kept him tightly there.

3Lite had one more surprise for the poor colt, though he considered it slight revenge for the fact that this was probably far from the last time that Button would be fucking his sexbot.

3Lite: Command: Vibrators: Chest: 40%

Sweetie’s eyes widened as the command came through, but in admin mode, she had literally no control over the commands. Not when they had admin privileges to her systems. As such, her chest began vibrating as she began to pant, the feel and smell of Button’s cock getting to her more and more with each passing second. Especially like this, she kept trying to get her breasts to go down further and further so she could get at the cock her tongue reached out for.

Instead, the vibrations proved too much in more than one way. At the same time that Button finally thrusted upward, letting the absolute tip of his cock out from between her mountains, the poor, stretched bra snapped, having become too thin. With that, Sweetie could properly fall onto him, and her breasts spilled out over him, squished tightly against his groin.

Her mouth stayed wide open as Button’s whole body seized up, and his cock gave one more twitch. The first, thick rope of cum completely missed her mouth, instead coming up way too high and spurting into her eye. The next got to her metal mane, as well as sliding down onto her forehead. The third and final one though came directly into her mouth, and Button could feel the jolts of electricity that ran down the sexbot because of it.

Sweetie panted, keeping the cum in her mouth as her tongue played with it. It was salty and bitter, but she didn’t care. She only loved that she finally got to taste it. Finally got proof that stallions could, and were, getting off to her lewd body, and the jubilation from chat just stimulated the thought more, to the point that her cunt properly sucked the silk in, with the sound of it ripping being the only warning to any of the stallions watching that she was going to be able to keep most of them on.

Not that Button, who probably needed it the most, would get much time to take in anything or recharge, not when his youth helped to keep his cock raised high for the next round, even while the stallion doubted he could do much of anything. That was a personal problem to Sweetie though, whose entire sex drive was turned on as she stood over him, before than straddling the colt’s throbbing cock.

Sweetie was still her though, so despite how much she wanted to just slam down onto him. As much as she wanted her robotic womb to be filled to the brink with cum, this was her best friend. This was still her first time, and, more importantly, his, and he deserved more than a crazed sex bot.

So, as she slid down onto him, slowly taking every inch of his cock, her lips pressed against his. Her tongue found his and wrestled it to her own mouth, before wrapping it tight. She then turned on the vibrators there, sending tingles down Button’s spine as her hips ground against him. Like this, she felt full. She felt complete. She felt… almost satisfied.

Unfortunately for her, Button was a young guy, with a mare that was hotter than the sun, mostly figuratively, and a pussy clamped around his still very sensitive cock that currently was trying to milk him for all he was worth. It was far too much, and Button managed to be a one pump chump one more time

It took everything Sweetie had not to scream at him, especially as his eyes rolled back, and he mimicked what happened to her on her first stream. That was all that saved his life though. Well, that, and an idea to prove her words to her adoring audience.

So, after she put him on her bed and promised to herself to cuddle him, she went back to her chair, straddled her legs over her desk so the chat could see everything, including the cum that still leaked out of her, and she winked at them as on the screen they saw ‘Tell me how you’d fuck me better.’

A reply that made them roar in approval, and gave her many ideas on how to train Button so that he’d be able to do her better for her audience.

A Lesson in Submission

Sweetie Bot tapped the desk in front of her as she sat in her normal chair, entirely naked. The chat had no problems with it, liking her looking cute and nervous while her breasts shook and jiggled a little with her movements. She had just started up her camera, and now that she noticed that they could see her, she swallowed a little and waved to them. “Um, hi everyone.”

Sweetie lowered her hands, swinging back and forth in her chair as people began to ask her about why she looked nervous. It felt… embarrassing to have to admit it, but they were her chat. They were what she trusted. “Well, see, I talked to Twilight to see if she could begin research into making new things for me and this new side of myself, but that ended with her saying that she was going to send someone today, so I’m waiting on them now.”

She smiled a little as her chat began to cheer for another pony joining, and they got really rowdy as they began to speculate who it might be. Better yet was that they even thought it could end up being the princess herself. Of course, Sweetie doubted that, but it would be pretty cool, she supposed.

No, it was probably going to be some stallion, and she shut her eyes as she lowered her hand to her nethers. It was on command of course, but she didn’t remember not to go away from the monitor so they could more properly watch her. The chat didn’t mind though as she began to moan, her breasts shaking due to the vibrators in them being started.

It was like this, both of her fingers deep inside of her, her legs spread wide open, and her breasts drooling milk, that Trixie found Sweetie Bot. To say the least, it looked wonderful.

The chat barely could see the blue mare stepping in, but they could tell that she was already a real beauty. She had good sized breasts, even if they were only a bit above average, slender, smooth hips, and a graceful, practiced walk that came with stage performances. The best parts were the clothes she wore, as they were a dark blue pair of underwear, that was attached to thigh high, lace stockings, and a bra that didn’t even cover her nipples.

She strode in with the confidence of a model, even though inside she was going through a checklist of what Twilight had told her. Sweetie Bot was worth billions of bits, and if she broke anything on her, she would see to it personally that Trixie paid the price for it. On top of that, she had never fucked a robot before, but seeing the android like this, she threw the worry away. She was already wet, and leaned over the chair, one hand reaching over and tracing a finger over her breast. “Hello there.”

Sweetie jumped a little, but she was too far into her programs and commands to stop. Instead, she swallowed hard, trying to contain the moans that were rising in her from how hard she was masturbating, and looked up at the new mare. Seeing Trixie, the robot froze for a moment, as the beautiful showmare looked stunning now that Sweetie could better appreciate her.

And that was before Trixie came around the front of Sweetie, sitting on her large desk and crossing her legs, though not before Sweetie was able to catch a glimpse of the mare’s bright, pink crotch that wasn’t all that hidden by the thin, lace panties.

Trixie then looked to the chat, knowing that they were who she really had to work with. “Hello there, everypony. My name is the beautiful and experienced Trixie, and I’ve been asked by a friend to spend the night with your dear model. However, she’s so young and innocent, that I don’t see why I should waste my time with trying to give her a few treats.”

The chat’s response was quick, and furious. They weren’t about to have their model belittled, so they commanded Sweetie to act. To prove to Trixie that she could be worthy of the new, beautiful mare in front of them.

And so, Sweetie finally pulled her hands out from behind her thighs, before pushing herself forward, her hands catching the table while her face planted itself against Trixie’s thigh. Trixie raised an eyebrow while the younger mare blushed and whispered, “Sorry.”

Trixie merely smiled as she ran a hand through the robots surprisingly soft mane. “It’s a sweet gesture, but Trixie doesn’t like to simply let anyone here. Trixie wants to know that you want this. That you want,” she gestured to her entire body, “all of this. Otherwise, she might think that you don’t appreciate her fine bosom,” she said as she pushed it up, “or wondrous ass. Can the little filly show Trixie how much she cares?”

Sweetie nodded, the words filling her with a heat in her. They were demeaning, that was true, but she was already becoming used to listening to others commands. To be their toy. To not hear only praise seemed like the next logical step into her descent to being a perfect doll for her audience.

Sweetie leaned forward, pecking Trixie’s leg before looking back into her eyes. “I want to be able to please you. To taste your sweet pussy, hold your wondrous ass, and gaze upon your bare breasts. I will do whatever you and my chat desire to prove this.”

That was all Trixie needed to hear, she thought, as she opened up her legs, and used her magic to move the camera for a better view. She didn’t want to cause her audience to miss out after all. “Well, if you’re willing to do anything, than Trixie wants you to put that tongue to better work and please her with it. If you can make the beautiful Trixie cum, than I will know to give you more attention in the future.”

A new heat filled Sweetie at the words, and she made an automated swallow as she looked to Trixie’s nethers. They were barely covered, sucking in most of the panties that were supposed to be shielding them. It was a comforting sign, as it meant Trixie liked how Sweetie looked, so Sweetie wouldn’t have to worry about not being attractive to her at least. She just had to prove she was a good lover.

Chat was all too willing to help, as they, while conflicted, began to tell Sweetie exactly what to do. First a few licks on her naughty crotch, getting a good taste of her mistress’s nethers, before finally pushing her muzzle into the soaking wet pocket. There, she would slowly increase the power of her tongue vibrator as she worked as hard as she could.

Trixie on the other hoof, while enjoying the efforts, wasn’t going to give up so easily. The poor cyber mare must have already been close to finished off after what she had walked in, so now she merely had to finish the job. With the glow of her hand, she got to work.

Sweetie’s eyes widened in shock as she felt Trixie’s spell hit her. It wasn’t any sort of arousal spell, as that wouldn’t have worked on a robot. Instead, she could feel phantom fingers beginning to push themselves into her crotch. They were beyond skilled at how to work on her, with gentle brushes of her clit, pushing down on her inflamed folds, and then contrasting, violent thrusts into her.

Sweetie moaned deeper as Trixie pulled the robot’s head into her nethers, forcing her to take in more and more of Trixie’s scent. The older mare’s juices spilled all over her face as she continued to work, but Sweetie knew she wouldn’t win in this. She needed an inhibitor to keep this sort of energy after cumming, and she was so close. So very close.

Trixie thought she had simply won. Had had her fun, but now would be able to get possibly out of doing this again. After all, she had shows to do, so she didn’t need a filly to teach, no matter how amazingly hot she was.

Unfortunately for Trixie though, she was not immune to the masochism that she brought out of others with how she degraded them, so as she felt Sweetie’s folds cling to her phantom fingers tight enough to stop her from moving her hand, she got to watch as an electrical array of arcing bolts ran up from the filly’s thighs.

3lite caught this just in time, and forced Sweetie’s tongue onto Trixie’s clit as the shock made its way up. It was by no means lethal, or even dangerous, but instead Trixie got to feel all that energy be transferred to the most sensitive spot on her, all while the hardest working vibrator she found rubbed against it.

Trixie’s legs wrapped themselves around Sweetie’s head, and she arched her back as she choked on her own breath. Sweetie, on the other hand, got to feel the spray of her teacher’s juices. They were just as sweet as the rest, even while her head was attempting to be crushed by Trixie’s legs.

When Trixie let go of the filly, Sweetie fell back, the shock having put her on the ground again. Trixie herself panted, not knowing the last time that she had cum like that. Looking down at the filly, she felt a rush of excitement through her, and she hopped down to speak with the filly.

In Sweetie’s ear, she whispered, “Trixie is impressed, and will work with you in the future to help you hone those skills, because, while clumsy, you have almost as many tricks in this field as Trixie, and she wants to help see them become as good as they can be.”

Trixie then stood up, striding towards Sweetie’s bed. She didn’t want to simply leave the young mare alone after all, and she wanted to shake off the shocks that were still running through her own system before she went home.

Or, at least, until the dings of more messages reminded her that she was allowing too many stallions for her taste get a good, long look of her without her getting off on them, and headed out before she sullied her name anymore.

If she was going to do that, she might as well have a robot glued to her pussy while she did it.

Author's Note

Commissioned by RK_Striker