The Demo Model

Just like before, Scoots was waiting for him when he arrived back at his room. A sad smile was written onto her face, and her ears were still folded back apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry for what happened earlier…” she muttered as he stepped into the room. “I-I talked to the human relation assistants, they told me what I did wrong. In the future, I can become non-verbal whenever you’re talking to another human if you’d like…”

“No,” Steven sighed, kneeling down to her level. “I wouldn’t do that to you, I overreacted, I should have explained what I wanted you to do.”

The pair sat in silence for a moment before Scootaloo gingerly reached up and wrapped her hooves around him. Steven responded in kind, giving the little bot a tight hug.

“We’re good?” he asked.

“M-Mhm…” Scoots hummed, placing her head against his chest.

Breaking the hug, Steven rose back to his feet. “Hey, do you like movies?” he asked.

“I-I’ve never actually seen one…” Scootaloo replied.

“Well, we should definitely fix that, right?” he said affectionately. “Why don’t we try Netflix again, let me browse for myself this time, okay?”

Scootaloo nodded, turning on the TV and pulling up Netflix. Steven set down his backpack and sat up on the bed. He used the remote to flick through movie after movie, but nothing seemed to catch his eye.

The little robot climbed up next to him, her ears pricked in anticipation as she watched him browse through each movie.

While the gorier horror movies certainly interested him, he couldn’t help but feel they were a little too intense for his ‘assistant’. He was sure she’d seen much worse, but a strange sense of responsibility welled up inside him as if he was supposed to protect her from such things.

Instead, he decided to put on the latest ‘X Men’ movie. Despite having seen it, Steven was sure that Scootaloo would at least find it interesting, given her boisterous nature.

He hit play and watched as the little filly got sucked into the world of the movie. Her eyes were transfixed on the screen, observing the intense and ridiculous action scenes that played out before her.

Confident that she was too distracted to complain, Steven turned his attention to his backpack beside his bed. He pulled his laptop from it and opened it up on his lap, despite his best intentions, what he’d said to Scootaloo weighed far too heavily on his mind to get any real work done. Now that the drama was over, it was time to get stuck in and finish it off.

Luckily, his sense of timing meant that he looked up from his work just as the characters on screen were about to engage in a thoroughly inappropriate sex scene. He glanced over at Scootaloo, who was still completely focused on the movie. Leaping into action, he managed to cover her eyes at just the right moment.

“Hey!” she cried, trying to look over his hand.

Steven paused as his face flushed with embarrassment. What was he doing? Scootaloo probably knew more about this kind of stuff than he did anyways, given the intense porn she unashamedly put on the night before. But despite his rational mind’s objections, he couldn’t bring himself to take his hand away.

Eventually the scene came to a close. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and removed his hand, revealing Scootaloo’s frustrated gaze. He let her return to watching the film, tapping away at his keyboard as he got back to work.

He found he noticed each time the scantily clad superheroes appeared on screen, with each appearance came the urge to cover Scoots’ eyes yet again, but he managed to resist for her sake.

Over time, Scootaloo began to inch closer and closer to him. He noticed, of course, but he didn’t mind the slight shuffling of her chassis against the mattress. He didn’t even mind when she stopped him from continuing his work by placing her head in his lap. Instead, he simply closed his laptop and pushed it to the side, idly petting her as the movie came to a close.

His petting continued as he let the timer count down to the next auto-selected movie, the next in the series. Usually, he was a ‘one movie a night’ kind of guy, but he wasn’t really focused on what was going on onscreen anyways.

By the time the next movie finished, however, he was well and truly ready for bed. Being around Scootaloo was starting to have a strangely calming effect on him, and even though it wasn’t even all that late, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He picked the robot up and set her down on the edge of the bed so he could roll off and don his pyjamas.

Scootaloo didn’t even have to be told, she hopped down and made for the bathroom immediately.

“Why do humans even sleep in clothes? Don’t all the sheets and stuff cover you up anyways?” she asked, poking her muzzle out from behind the door.

“Usually for warmth, or so our roommates don’t walk in on us in the morning and embarrass us,” he replied, slipping into his silky nightwear. “I live alone and I have AC, so I normally don’t bother, but seeing as you’re here, and you’re basically like a roommate…”

Scootaloo took a moment to process this information. “So you just, like, don’t want me to see your penis?” she said, a hint of childish amusement in her voice.

Steven was stunned for a few seconds. “W-Well, I suppose if you wanted to put it bluntly, yes,” he confirmed, his face warming with a slight blush. “Y-You can come out now,” he instructed as he pulled his nightshirt over his head.

He wiggled into the bed, prompting Scootaloo to turn off the lights and promptly hook herself to her charging station before jumping up on the bed next to him.

The pull of sleep tugged on his brain, but he found the room far too hot to get any real sleep. Despite what he’d just explained, there was really only one option. He waited to hear Scootaloo’s cooling fans slow to a stop before he slid his hands down his body and squirmed out of his pyjamas. He reminded himself to wake up before she did and at least put his pants back on.

He relished the feeling of the coolness of his sheets, stretching out to enjoy every inch of the bed not taken up by the small bot perched beside him. Glancing over at her, he thought back on the events of the day.

Was her flirtiness really just innocence? He’d already admitted she knew more about human sexuality than her personality would have had him believe, but was it even possible for her to feel lust? Or even love? He’d never be so presumptuous as to ask her, and even if he did, he had to remember that she was meant to be selling herself, surely it would be advantageous to feign interest in him to sell more product.

He didn’t get much of a chance to ponder these things, as sleep quickly claimed him and his eyes fluttered shut.

Steven awoke to the pleasant feeling of fur against his bare chest and wrapped around his torso. It was soft and plush, like a teddy bear he might have had as a kid. As feeling returned to the rest of his body, he also noticed that his member was also pressed into the warm fluff, stiff and twitching against the firm mass.

It quickly dawned on him was said mass was.

Scootaloo had clearly switched from sleeping on the bed to sleeping in the bed. He felt her shifting and shuffling against him, and the sound of rushing liquid and her cooling fans told him that her body was unnaturally hot.

Each of her shuffling motions pushed her crotch up hard against his leg, having managed to wriggle her hindquarter up and in between his legs, leaving her straddling him under the sheets. Her face was contorted into a strangely aroused expression which filled him with a sense of unease. He quickly came to the realization that Scootaloo wasn’t just getting comfortable against him: she seemed to be having some kind of ‘robo-wet dream’!

Panic quickly began to rise in Steven’s chest. Was she awake? Was she conscious of what she was doing? Could robots even move in their sleep?

The latter was quickly answered as he tried to pull his body away, only to prompt the small bot to grip tighter.

His motions also seemed to have a more drastic consequence. His cock rubbed against her soft fur every time he tried to wiggle free of her vice-like cuddle. He was made painfully aware that he hadn’t cum in over three days, almost a record for him.

Wet precum trailed along her lower belly as his member spasmed against her, sending shots of pleasure up through his body. He gingerly tried to pull himself away once again only to feel her hind legs clamp down on him as she pushed against his body, once again forcing his shaft to press against her.

His body seemed to move of its own accord. No matter how much he complained to himself, he couldn’t help but begin to subtly gyrate his hips, gasping quietly at the rush of lust that filled him with each movement. He already felt an orgasm approaching, he wasn’t used to going more than a day or so without relief, and the most primal parts of his mind were itching to take the opportunity to feel the sweet release of climax.

He clenched his fist and summoned the willpower to stop himself, he gritted his teeth to try to stem the building pressure in his loins. There was no way he was going to do something so disgusting as cumming on what was essentially a talking animal, and a ‘young’ one at that!

However, it seemed Scootaloo had other plans. She let out the cutest whimper in her sleep and redoubled her efforts. Steven felt a warm wetness on his bare leg, if he wasn’t in such a panic, he might have been impressed at the sheer level of detail her designers had put into her sexual organs.

Alas, his mind was running at a million miles a minute, and he had no time to spare for such thoughts. Her sudden movements threw him off his game yet again, and he felt his body taking over again as he rubbed his twitching manhood against her, leaving trails of pre across her fur.

He tried to at least forget that she was there. He summoned forth images in his mind of beautiful human women, pornstars, actresses, the girl from work he had a crush on once. But every time his mind wandered back to the same images of Scootaloo.

In his head, she was perched just as she was the day before, with her head down and her flank up while she searched for a game to play. His mind’s eye watched as she let out a soft, feminine gasp and her tail lifted to reveal her dripping sex. He traced the beads of fluid dripping down her leg in long strands, each one another invitation for him to truly ‘entertain’ himself with her.

Back in reality, he let out a deep grunt of pleasure as he mercilessly humped against her, wrapping his arms around her barrel to give himself better purchase to drive his cock into the inviting cushion of softness.

He mentally screamed at himself to stop, but all the sensations between his legs were impossible to resist. His breath was shaky against her mane as he let her grip him and pull him closer in her dreams.

“F-Fuck…” he muttered, feeling the pressure from before returning, desperate for release.

A mix of disgust and pleasure coursed through his body as he continued to fight himself, the only thing worse than grinding on an underaged horsebot was cumming on an underaged horsebot, and he hadn’t quite reached that point yet!

Steven quickly approached his peak, the point of no return. His light thrusts grew firmer, which Scootaloo seemed receptive to as she responded by redoubling her own efforts, grinding harder against his leg.

I can’t let myself do this! He thought, desperately pleading with his body in a last-ditch attempt to stop himself from defiling the innocence beside him.

Just as he reached the point of climax, he managed to tear himself away. He gritted his teeth and tensed to stop himself from leaking even a single drop of cum. Panting for breath, he reached down towards the end of the bed, gripping his pyjama pants and gingerly wiggling them up his body.

His hand brushed against Scoots’ belly as he finished shimmying his pants on, leaving a warm, wet feeling on it. A new wave of panic set in as he grabbed a bunch of his sheets and used it to mop up as much of his precum as he could.

He barely had time to think about what had just happened before her eyes flickered awake, greeting him with the same innocent gaze as ever.

“Good morning, Steven!” she said as she sat up. Everything seemed normal, too normal.

Alright, just play it cool, if she really was asleep, she won’t remember a thing! Steven told himself.

“R-Remember what I told you about sleeping under the covers?” he asked, casually booping her nose from under the covers while he used his other hand to slip his still-erect cock under the waistband of his pants, his years of shared dorm living had made him a master of the stealth-boner.

“Hehe, oops!” she said gingerly, squirming her way out and coming to rest atop the sheets. He seemed to have gotten most of the precum out of her fur, only a few tiny dark spots remained.

“Hey! Your heartrate’s gone up!” she remarked. “Do you need me to call a doctor?”

Steven froze in the middle of putting his shirt on. He had no idea she could do that!

“N-Nope! I’m all good, just a rough dream, is all!”

“Oh, I have dreams like that sometimes! But most of my dreams are awesome!” she said, rolling off the bed and unplugging her charging cable.

“I see…” he said, unless she was lying, she really was asleep during the… Incident. He finished slipping his shirt on and got out of the bed himself. He quickly set about grabbing some day clothes and heading for the bathroom, leaving Scoots to do as she pleased for the time being.

He dumped his clothes and turned the shower to cold, his heart still racing as he stepped in and felt his erection disappear almost instantly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned his attention back to analysing recent events. He couldn’t let such a thing happen again, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be so lucky the next time, especially if she woke up in the middle of her ‘dream’.

He slowly shifted the water temperature to warm, satisfied that his arousal was well and truly at bay for the time being. He quickly washed himself down and dried himself off.

Back in the main room, Scootaloo was rather quiet, she didn’t seem to have much to say at all, which Steven figured was either a very good or very bad thing. Flashes of the images which filled his mind before flashed in his mind at the sight of her. He couldn’t be around her that day.

“I guess I’ll go out for the day, then,” he said, slipping his laptop into his bag and slinging it onto his bag.

“Okay!” Scootaloo replied. She was cheerful enough, he guessed.

As he swung the door open, he took one last glance over his shoulder to see Scootaloo in a curious position. She was curled up, on her haunches, licking herself the same way a cat would. She looked up at him and grinned before returning to licking down further and further, before coming to a stop around her lower belly.

Steven shuddered. He had a feeling the little horse knew more than she let on.

Somehow, he didn’t feel as bad about that fact as he should have.