(Originally written by: FrauMannelig)
"But it is!" said the game. "You may choose between becoming a pony girl harness, a rubber doll or a sex robot! - or rather Jennifer will choose for you."
"Do the robots come with a strap-on?" asked Jennifer from the other side of the room, sitting on her knees and having her one fist rammed into her belly-button while the other was struggling to crawl deeper into her rear end.
<Affirmative!> said Sue. Her skin was turning into a shimmering mosaic of silvery aluminum and black plastic. Her eyes became cameras, her o-shaped lips became blue rubber. Her cheeks became perforated and turned into speakers for her metallic, female robo-voice. Her bald skull became transparent, allowing everyone to gaze into the byzantine layout of her electronic brain. The horns on both sides of her head were replaced with black, oval boxes of the same size.
The robotic lady slid her blue rubber tongue along her lips while she stroked with her delicate aluminum-plastic limbs over her torso. The blue nipples on her smooth aluminum milk-tanks were now formed like baby pacifiers. The rest of her torso seemed like before, except for the more rigid plastic skin. The sexbot was anatomically correct - to the degree that it hadn't even improved Sue's and Cindy's legs.
Suebot revolved its head 180 degrees to establish visual contact with its duplicate. Vocal subroutines were able to establish acoustic contact: <Switching to protocol eighteen-tango, response?> Cindybot gave an affirmative result towards the query: <Eighteen-tango, confirmed. Cindybot and Suebot both operating within established parameters. Current preferred operator's parameters profiled as stretchypussy@jennifersdarksecrets.sex.vu
Confirm / Abort?>
<Confirm.> Both sexbots said and changed the displays of the touchscreens on their black horns towards: <selected program> <:> <strap-on pleasure mode>.
Suebot struggled with its hydraulics and moved a step towards Jennifer. A whining, buzzing noise from its lower body confirmed that the hatchlock of its fabric coverings had engaged in autonomous release mode epsilon/6VBeta.
The others stared at the smooth but machine like steps the twins made as they got more and more accustomed to their operational parameters. It was quite some shock to witness the zippers of their jeans opening on their own, revealing latex panties with an iris opening on each bot. Blue rubber penises emerged from the hatches, growing to absurd proportions until they stopped.
<Cindybot @ Jennifer, does visual observation of current equipment match personal requirement specifics, question mark.>
"Wh-huuuu?" drooled Jennifer, herself staggering towards her personal paradise, nearly falling over the tattered remains of her trainers that hung from her ankles.
<Suebot @ Cindybot, taking over communication protocols,> droned Suebot as she activated the vibrator on her rubber dildo, <Suebot @ Jen. Hey. Jen. Like what you see, question mark.>
They were at it soon enough. Jennifer was screaming in pleasure loud enough to make everyone else wince. The two sexbots explored their programming mercilessly, moving more and more sexily while also discovering dirty language. They called Jennifer anything from <fatherfucking slut> to <dildo-addicted bimbo-whore>, and all Jennifer did was screaming "YES! SURE! GO AT IT! FASTER! YES I AM!" in a mindless pleasure while she was penetrated in back and belly.
The game sighed. "Ah, robot antics - always a crowd favorite. Well, Jack. It's time for you to roll your dice."
Jackie - or probably Jack, now - sat in his bean bag and didn't move. "No." he whispered faintly. "I can't do this. This is madness. We can't do this. We shouldn't do this."
