Robotrix
"Speaking morally, the idea of tricking somepony into thinking you're something that you aren't for personal gain... Morally speaking, I'm speaking morally here... I'm all for it!"
It was a brilliant plan.
Not a nice one, morally speaking, but brilliant all the same.
For who would suspect the scholar, the nice and quiet unicorn who kept himself shut away in his house on the hill?
The robotics designer, the magician, the 'mad scientist' as called by his friends?
Who would ever have thought that he'd do something like this?
The best design, the main function, the final product. Did it even work? Of course it worked! He never built something that couldn't fulfil its purpose.
Sex, sex aplenty, that was the way it went. A robot for all occasions, and specifically for this one. A flexible alloy, silent running, and capped off with an attractive design (modelled upon himself of course, for how else would it work?) and voila!
Well no, it took a lot more work than that, but it wasn't like he hadn't built robots before. Ones specifically designed for pleasure, yes.
One modelled completely on himself? No, not quite. And it had turned out marvellous indeed.
An ad in the paper, that was all it took.
"Tired of the inability of a stallion? Looking for something that can go like the machine it is? Then look no further. Leave a message at 035 285 184 with your address, details and expectations, and you'll receive for the night the new state of the art love machine 'o30a-1b2' for your use overnight."
A bit brusqe, perhaps, but it was worded plainly and simply. Beneath the ad was a picture of a robotic stallion. Blue and lithe, with a messy blonde fibre hair and tail. The picture was side on, displaying its nicely sized package. Certainly an eye-catcher, if nothing else.
Eye catching it was, for that same evening a message arrived. It even contained a photo of the contact. A stunning mare of icy white and pale pink, round yet sleek. She wanted something that would go without stopping, till she told it to stop.
And to top it all off, the address was in the capital city.
Whodathunk?
So later that evening, a box was delivered to a discreet address in the city of unicorns. A fragile tag, though in reality it was quite tough, it sat in front of the door. The bell rang, summoning hoofsteps from the inside.
The door opened, and the mare looked out. It was interesting that one of such beauty would ask for a machine such as this, but perhaps she wanted something different... A glowing aura pulled the box inside, the door closing behind her. Inside, the box sat in the fancy living room surrounded by tables and comfortable looking chairs. Tentatively the unicorn mare reached out to the box, flipping the release catch and pulling open the front. Inside, standing stock still, stood the advertised blue unicorn, eyes closed shut. There was a piece of paper on the side of the crate, and she pulled it off to read it.
"o30a-1b2 will feel and behave like a real stallion. The body contains internal heat and pulse synthesisers to mimic the feel of blood and warmth, and these will coincide with initial stimulation. Use it well and return it to its crate before morning. Simply leave it by the door and it will be picked up."
That seemed simple enough, she thought. But how to start it? Leaning into the crate she prodded the robot with her hoof. It felt... well, very real. Suddenly its eyes clicked open, glowing red, and she took a frightened step backwards out of the crate.
"What..."
And then it spoke in a silky voice.
"Do not be alarmed. I am here to please. Simply command and I will follow."
"...Come here." She said, feeling shaky. The robot obeyed with fluid movement, striding to a standstill in front of her, staring straight forward. Every now and then it would blink its red eyes with an audible click. It seemed to be all in order... There was no denying it was a magnificent machine. When her initial fear had passed, the pale mare reached out and placed her hooves on its back. The blue fur felt positively genuine! The spinal structure, shoulder blades and joints, everything was where it should be. Feeling down the muscle structures in the legs, she felt herself judging how it would be were it a real stallion. Not physically the strongest male she'd ever seen, but reasonably well built. She dropped to her knees to inspect his underside. There was an interesting scent about the whole thing, not unpleasant either. Rather alluring in fact. Her pale purple eyes moved along his underside, fixing their gaze on what she was after, and widened with pleasure. The picture had not told a lie. The robot possessed a considerably sized sheathe, ending in two plump balls. It would serve its purpose well, then. She had expected it to come fully prepared, but perhaps giving it the stimulation would be fun too. Pulling it- him- away from the crate, she dropped down once more and reached beneath his legs, drawing her hoof along the dark sheathe.
"Oh! It's warm... How wonderful..." She exclaimed brightly, and began to lightly stroke it. It held a very realistic pulse too, and she watched in delight as it started to swell beneath her touch. Taking hold with both hooves, she rubbed them up and down the warm veined surface, turning her head slightly as it extended. No doubt about it, he would serve her well.
It was oh so tempting... Pausing, the mare leaned her head in and gave the well rounded cock a tentative lick. It was warm against her tongue. The material used in its design was quite fleshy, though that was nothing new. Fleshy materials had been used for sex toys since they had been first discovered. It gave a life-like throb against her tongue and she slowly dragged it along the lengthy organ, pausing when she hit the flared head. The paper had also said that it came with a synthetic semen generator, which really topped the whole thing off. But best not to waste her evening.
Getting back up off her knees, the mare beckoned to the robot to follow her and turned, strolling out of the room with a seductive sway. Following impassively, the unicorn let her lead him down the hall to her bedroom. The hallway walls were lined with fancy pieces of French-looking artwork, though of course he took no notice of this. Nor did he acknowledge certain photos on tables positioned by some of the doors. A mare was welcome to do what she wished within the confines of her own home. This one led took him straight to the bedroom, revealing a magnificent bed in the center of a rather red room. The bed was in the shape of a red heart, with satin-y looking red pillows lined with pink frills. It wasn't a bad look though, and overall suited the pretty mare very much so.
Her figure was already stretched out on the bed, long limbs stretched in a fashion that would have any stallion on his knees and begging for a taste. It was rather nice, she thought, to be having a partner who wouldn't turn woozy at the very sight. It had happened all too often.
"Now what did they say your name was... o30a-1b2... Such a mouthful. Oh well, I suppose everything about you is long and hard, isn't it? Hmhm." She giggled at her own little joke, beckoning the robot over. He responded to visual commands nicely, approaching and standing before her. The mare leaned back so that her hooves dangled over the edge, sinking into the comfy bed.
"Let's see what that mouth of yours is like." She trusted the machine now. It would be all too easy for him to hurt her, but she suspected that wouldn't be the case. Watching with eager eyes as he bent to his knees, poking his muzzle in between her legs. She had not inspected his mouth, but the first thing she felt was the electrifying swipe of a damn tongue over her unsuspecting marehood, drawing a sharp gasp out of her. That was wonderfully done! Time to stop judging though. Her body relaxed, dropping back onto the red duvet with a slight pompf as her legs drew up a bit. The next lick was slower, more teasing, his tongue tracing her outer curves and making her shake. Leaving wet trails along the insides of her thighs, the robot spiraled expertly towards the center, lightly skimming over her marehood, which grew damper by the second.
"Ah~!" She sat up suddenly as his tongue shifted upwards, passing over her sensitive bud. Somepony that actually knew how to find it! It was rediculous, the number of stallions who didn't know a thing about it... Her inhales were broken every few seconds as her face became flushed, pleased at the efficiency the robot was displaying. It was just so tempting to let him lick her to completion. But that was not why she'd hired him.
"Stop now." The mare commanded, and the robot rose, taking a step back. Inching forward, she let herself fall to the floor and turned around, sprawling back onto the bed on her stomach this time, leaving her hind legs dangling off the edge, slightly spread.
"Now, show me what you can do..." She looked back over her shoulder, wiggling her rump at him. It felt a little bit silly to be showing off to a robot, but it was sexy and she knew it.
He stepped forward, his face expressionless but for the glint in his glowing eyes. The hooves descended either side of her and she felt him proding the prodigious head of his dark member beneath her elegant tail. Swinging it to the side, she rested her head on the duvet. It jerked up the next second though, as he pressed himself hard against her. It would appear he had a self-lubricating process, for his cock was slippery and wet, and sunk several inches into her, making her tremble and moan.
"Oh Celestia, did I make the right call.." She said to herself, eyes half-lidded at the spreading sensation that rippled into her. Her body shook as he bucked rhythmically, each thrust burying the dark blue shaft deeper into her body. When she reached the base she could feel his balls pressing up against her backside, and was practically drooling by then.
The robot pulled back suddenly, leaving her feeling gapingly empty, but before she could fully register this he had thrust back into her. Her marehood squeezed around him, gripping him as best as it could while he moved. She’d never felt anything so clockwork, and yet it was perfect. The mindless fill, empty and fill again of a machine at work, that had been her desire for some time now.
"Harder..“ She moaned, and he complied, adding more force to his thrusts. An audible fwap could be heard each time his cock sank into her, reverberating through her body like ripples on a pond. She did not have to indicate for him to go faster, the heat flushed through her body as her tight tunnel clenched around him, trying to hold him in. Just the filling feeling was enough to make her coo.
“Ahah..Yes..“ The mare puffed, pushing backwards against him each time her hot pussy was spread, her own love juices running down her legs from excitement. She was close, so quickly this time, but it was no surprise. Her tongue lolled out onto the bed, mane looking ruffled and her white face blushing as the sounds grew wetter and wetter.
It was with a loud cry that she came, squirting the length of the robot’s member, and at the same time she felt a tremble within her as the dark blue cock twitched and jerked, letting loose jets of steamy goo inside her. Ingenious, this machine! She lay there on the bed, legs spread against the side and breathing heavily, before ordering him to back away. She turned and straightened her pink mane with a hoof, shaking off the loss of control she’d experienced. After a few minutes of silence, she took a deep breath and slid off the bed. Legs a bit shaky, she trotted over to the robot, taking him back out to the lounge and directing him towards the crate.
“You did wonderfully. Send my regards to your maker.“ The mare instructs with a smile, packing the crate up again and taking it outside. After such an ordeal, sleep would be welcome.
It was later that night that the crate began to glow, surrounded by a green aura. The whole thing vanished from the path, leaving no trace it had ever been there, and reappeared miles away in the workshop of the hilltop house. Another glow and the latch came undone, the crate falling open and the blue unicorn inside stepping out. There was a smug smile on his face as he reached up to his eyes, pulling the red contacts out and blinking a few times. Sighing, he released the few simple spells that hovered over him and turned to the robot on the pedestal. It looked shiny and untouched, but apart from that, was identical to the unicorn that had just left the crate.
“And they say look-alikes are a bad thing...“ Snickering quietly to himself, he turned the lights off in the workshop and left to bathe.