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The Upgrades	By : juneauej Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 9586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6
Roll entered Dr. Light's quarters holding a tablet with flight information. Her pings had gone unanswered, which meant Light was in a situation where he couldn't hear. But she needed a response soon, so she engaged the mansion location tracking and found him in his bedroom.
"Dr. Light," she said. "I have a question about the conference. You've been assigned to the committee for integrating new operating systems into future Artificial Intelligence. But the conference just updated their timetable. There is now a conflict with your panel on Replicating AI Personality. If I make the switch..."
She stopped once she realized Light wasn't acknowledging her. He lay on his back, eyes closed, his breathing matching circadian rhythms. He didn't usually nap during the day.
"Dr. Light?" She tugged at his arm.
He opened his eyes. "Hello?"
"Dr. Light? You were sleeping."
Light squinted at her, suspicious. "Oh, Roll, it's you."
"Of course it is," she laughed.
Light lifted himself up from the bed. "I'm sorry. I knew it was you. I just didn't recognize you at first."
"Probably just sleep disorientation."
Light shrugged. "Eh, I don't know. There's something different about you. Ever since I made those modifications."
Roll froze. "Those modifications were mostly cosmetic."
"I know. But still. Something about the way you carry yourself." Light reached over to his bed to check the time on his PDA. "That reminds me. I need to do a check-up on your program history."
"You do?" Roll concentrated on body language that wouldn't betray any secrets.
Light nodded. "Just to make sure I didn't break something. Memory leaks, unused code, that sort of thing."
If Light found anything in her system to indicate her activities... With enough time, she could figure out a way to erase those logs. "But you have to prepare for the conference first. You won't have a chance to do that-"
"Nah, I can do it right here." Light picked up a tablet and extended a retractable cord.
Roll obediently set herself on the bed. Dr. Light plugged the cord into one of the seamless ports under her arm.
As Dr. Light pressed icons, running through diagnostic modes, he asked, "Have you noticed any changes in your behavior since I installed the new modifications?"
"No," Roll said. "Request-response trees remain the same."
Light nodded. "I expected that. The only changes I made were to your equipment interface. I didn't change your core personality matrix. "
Roll looked at the floor. "Yes, I'm finding out that just because I have the equipment doesn't make me human."
"Exactly," Light said, watching the progress bars fill.
Roll stared straight ahead. "...What would make me human?"
Light sat back on his elbows. "Well, Roll, I'm not sure there's an answer to that. Do you remember the story of the Tin Man from 'The Wizard of Oz'?"
"Book or movie?"
"The original book. Where the witch cast a spell on his axe to chop off his leg. He went to the tinsmith who made him a new leg out of tin. Then the axe chopped off his other leg, so he had that replaced with a tin one. Then he had to have his arms replaced. Then his head. Then his body, until he was completely made of tin. So does that mean he's still the same person?"
Roll's eyes constricted as she thought for a few seconds -- equivalent to hours of concentrated human cognition -- and said, "I can't answer that. The concept isn't possible, to replace human parts with hollow tin. I can't extrapolate enough information to conjecture."
"Okay, let me try again." Light scratched his chin, between taps of the touchscreen. "Let's say you let someone borrow a computer. You let him keep it as long as he wants, modify it how he wants. Over time, he upgrades the hard drive, the memory, replaces the motherboard, the casing, everything. Eventually, there is no part of that computer that you originally owned. Then he uses that computer to hack into a bank and steal a sum of money. Can you still be liable if you're the one who gave him the computer?"
Roll sat and thought, this time for much longer. Long enough for the diagnostics to finish. "Well?" Light asked, after he put his tablet away.
"I'm not sure," Roll said.
Light smiled. "It's a philosophical question, dear," he said. "It's not supposed to have an answer. It's supposed to make you think."
"My difficulty is that I feel left out of certain understandings. All the things humans have. Like... foods. I don't know what it is about an orange that compels some people to love or hate them. Or why some people who hate oranges drink orange juice? Or enjoy orange-flavored candy? And some the opposite? I can't grasp that desire-repulsion response."
"I'm not sure if you ever will. But humans don't go around saying 'something's missing in my life because I don't like oranges'."
"How does that relate to my experiences in understanding humans?"
Light sat up and patted Roll's back. "What I'm trying to say is you started out as a robot. Your experiences are as a robot. That's not going to change, it can't ever change. I wouldn't want it to."
"But if robots can get closer to being human, the better humanity will be able to relate and sympathize," Roll said. "Or they will continue to be persecuted."
"That's what people seem to think," Light said as he wrapped the cord back up. "I'm not trying to make robots into good humans. I'm trying to make them into good robots."
Roll nodded, thinking she understood herself, at least a little better than before.

Mega Man had outfits others might not have known about. He'd worn a business suit, he'd worn swim trunks. And of course, his armor plating changed color schemes according to his Variable Weapon System.
He had never worn a disguise.
Mostly, he needed to cover his face. His body type was plain enough not to draw suspicion. Finding non-descript clothing was more difficult. He chose a ragged gray hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses, and baggy pants. The key was dirtying up his face. No one would expect a robot to appear unclean.
Once he teleported into a sparse section of downtown, he speed-walked around a few blocks, replicating a random human gait, up to the door to Platinum Pleasures. He tugged on the large metal handle attached to the solid wood, and entered.
It opened onto a narrow, dim hallway, carpeted in thin, paisley velvet. Cheap wood paneling covered the walls -- hardly up to fire code. The door at the other end was locked, as indicated by the red light by the knob.
A glass pane, like an old bank teller's window, sat on his right. A robot-looking robot manned the post. Spheroid head, glass eyes, smooth metal body -- Mega Man doubted it even had facial recognition software.
"Welcome to Platinum Pleasures," it said in a sultry, pre-recorded voice. "You're just moments away from an unforgettable encounter with the finest relational simulators. Please indicate your payment type. For other options-"
"Cash card," Mega Man said. He had no money of his own, but he could connect to Light's accounts. Even though transactions were traceable, Light was not likely to examine his balance sheet. He had too much to do and too much money to care. Nonetheless, Rock wanted to be safe, so he withdrew an advance, which had no source identifiers.
He slid the plastic card under the tiny dip in the glass. The robot picked it up with its clacking fingers and inserted it down below.
"Please select a room. Your options are-"
"Cheapest room. One hour." Mega Man had no need for pleasant human aesthetics or fantasies, and he wanted to get out of the public eye.
The robot softly buzzed, using its rudimentary AI for interpreting human input to digital selections.
"Your account has been debited." A slot beneath the window spit out a flimsy keycard. "Thank you. Enjoy your experience at Platinum Pleasures."
The light at the end of the hall turned green. Mega Man yanked the card away and barreled through the door.
He entered a new hallway in the same d�cor, lined with multiple doors like a small motel. No sounds, no voices, no people around. Was the entire building automated?
Mega Man checked his room key. A bold "4B" was written in spotty ink next to a magnetic strip. Mega Man followed the room numbers until he found it.
Now he was in a tinier room, devoid of lights. If this was a converted motel, he predicted this was the foyer area. A hastily constructed plaster wall with a locked door kept it cordoned from the main bedroom. The closet had been drywalled and replaced with a thirteen-inch touchscreen monitor.
In one corner, a countdown clock ticked down from nearly an hour. By his calculations, it had triggered once he opened the door. The rest of the screen heralded a large Platinum Pleasures logo and a "Press Start to Begin" icon.
"Welcome to the Platinum Pleasures Options Menu," said the same sultry voice. "Get ready to experience the hottest sexual partners you've ever met. But first, we need a little information about what you're interested in. If you have a saved configuration, please enter the passcode now. Otherwise, follow the prompts to create your perfect experience."
The first menu gave him options on the number of participants, with indications that more than one would debit his account exponentially. He selected a single partner.
Next was appearance. Various menus and sub-menus let one select hair color, eye color, nose shape, body shape. He could choose petite, mature, curvy, lanky, large, or even enter a specific poundage.
Mega Man pawed back and forth through the dozens of menus and sub-menus, learning what was available. The problem was he didn't know what he wanted. Some human men gained preferences over time, but he had no such luxury.
There were predetermined templates for those who didn't need so much detail: girl next door, starlet, tramp, party girl, housewife, nympho teen, diva, and so on. Even that small list left him overwhelmed. And each second he spent deciding ate time off the clock.
However, one button allowed him to randomize appearance. He pressed it and the screen shifted the sliders for hair color, age, outfit, and so on, to random places. It asked the customer to confirm, which Mega Man did.
The second section was about personality and attitude. Mega Man sighed. Humans would barely have any time left before they finished. No wonder they allowed saving.
Mega Man paged through some detailed options: warmth, dominance, privacy, perfectionism, tension, sensitivity, social boldness, and so on. Again, predetermined arrangements displayed: self-actualized, abusive, desperate, virginal, friendly, tomboy, straightforward, independent. Mega Man chose to randomize again and confirmed.
Then a strange question appeared. "Would you like consensual or non-consensual?" That seemed an odd thing to ask, especially considering a robot following human orders would make anything consensual. He figured it was a role-playing element, unnecessary to him, and selected "consensual".
"Thank you. Please wait a few minutes while we set up your room."
Mega Man figured this was a thinly disguised way of saying they needed to compile and load the template he'd selected into an android. And the clock was still ticking. Mega Man humphed. They really knew how to suck a customer's every dime.
A few minutes later, the door pinged and unlocked. "Thank you, you're now ready-"
Mega Man ignored the speaker and entered. A different paisley pattern marked the walls and floors. The only furniture was a bed on a box frame.
On the bed lay a girl in a light, blue dress. She was a little smaller than Roll, but a little more body fat and a soft, oval face. Her hair was long and brunette, with bangs above her large hazel eyes.
She lay on her stomach, propping herself on the arms wrapped around her chest, which pressed her breasts together.
"Hi," she said in an airy voice. "Come on in." She rolled onto her back, dragging her hand across her soft flat belly. Her breasts sagged a bit, but were still a nice round shape.
Mega Man quickly scanned the area, deducing how she got in. A quick heat scan denoted a hidden door. It probably led to a hub where the automated system imaged, altered, and sent in robots -- all under the illusion that no one operated behind the scenes.
And as far as standards went, it was a pretty good illusion. Using senses within hominid range, she was indistinguishable from any other human. She even smelled like one. The truth, though, lied in the Turing test.
"Hello," Mega Man said.
"How are you?" she asked.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"I'm Celeste."
"Nice to meet you, Celeste," Mega Man said, only half paying attention. He was still scanning the room.
"What do you want to do?" she asked. She rested her temple on her finger.
Mega Man approached the bed. The foot contained a drawer filled with various sex toys -- a dildo, a strap-on, a small whip, a feather boa. He shut the drawer.
"You want to use some of those?" she asked. "You can."
"No. Truthfully, I don't know what I want to do."
"Oh, first time?"
"First time here, yes."
"No problem. I'm kinda nervous too." She giggled. "Would you like a massage? Maybe that'll warm you up," she said.
Mega Man resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The cutesy human schtick might work on other men, but he saw right through the primitive AI response. She couldn't even tell he was a robot. A massage would have no effect on him, since he didn't have lactic acid or endorphins.
"No. That would do nothing for me."
"How about a lap dance?"
"A lap dance..." Mega Man thought they were a thing of the past -- an incorporation of dance and eroticism because exchanging money for sex was illegal. He never considered it an act of foreplay. "Yes, I would like that," Mega Man said.
She clapped her hands. "Good." She grabbed his arms and switched places with him, pulling him to the edge of the bed. "You sit there, and let me do the work. And if you feel like joining in..." She winked over her shoulder and made a girlish laugh.
With no prompting, the room began playing cool jazz at seventy beats per minute. A husky voiced female ululated lyrics about tasting, touching her "there", and giving "it" to her over the synthetic trumpet bleats.
Celeste swiveled her body, wiggling her ass when her back was to him. Her hips rocked side to side as she held up her long hair over her head.
"What kind of stuff do you like in the bedroom?" she whispered over the music.
"I'm not sure. I'm trying different things, learning what I like and what I don't."
"Mmm, so you're experimenting. I like that," she said as she hiked her skirt and let it drop. She placed her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.
With the pace of a glacier, she gyrated to Mega Man's body, then wrapped her tight legs around his waist. As music bellowed in throaty gasps, she swung her hair from side to side. The aroma of apples and hibiscus wisped out as thin strands pinpricked his face. She leaned back, cradling his neck with one arm, and licked her lips.
Her hips bucked back and forth along his legs, up to his crotch, to his torso. Sometimes little, brushing strokes, then long jaunts down to his knees.
She heaved her chest up against his. Through the sheer blue dress, her mammoth breasts pressed against his. Sweet flesh, separated only by a little fabric. He could feel the hardness of her nipples.
Right when he thought he might grab her body there, she pulled back. As if she knew how to bring him to the edge and keep him there. She lifted one leg over his and landed as deftly as a forest elf on the floor.
"Unzip my dress?" she asked as she lifted her hair into a bedhead bunch, exposing the nape of her neck.
Mega Man obliged, pulling down a tiny plastic white zipper down her spine, a little past the point where her buttocks rounded out. Before he could grab it, she stepped out of range and shimmied out of the dress. First one shoulder, then the other.
With her back exposed, her lack of bra became apparent. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and played with it like a French chorus dancer in a petticoat.
When she finally turned around, her breasts went with her -- corpulent orbs of peach flesh with dark areolas. She approached Rock and hiked up her skirt to rub her crotch on his, like wolves masking each other with scents. Her naked breasts brushed against his face. Texturally, they felt like warm, fluid-filled sacs coated with heady citrus perfume.
Mega Man could do nothing to hide the poking bulge in his pants as the silky texture slid against him. She drilled her ass onto his crotch, like chalking a pool stick.
"Mm, I can tell something's going on down there," she said. "So you must be enjoying this."
Mega Man realized she was programmed to pick up cues and tics from humans, indicating level of enjoyment. But Mega Man was a passive observer, with no need to mimic a human in front of another robot. He didn't realize this might cause a lack of input for her.
She pulled the dress off the entire way, revealing thin silk panties the color of red wine. In one smooth motion, she stepped onto the bed. Her muffin hovered inches from Mega Man's face. She writhed up and down, demonstrating her full flexibility as the musk generated from the cleft under her panties drifted down.
Without losing balance, she sat down on his lap again.
"You want me to tell you about the first time I had sex?"
This confirmed it. Telling erotic stories would prompt for feedback. She could gauge his reaction, then direct her actions to meet his maximum desires. Besides, this was a good opportunity to learn new techniques.
"Yes," Mega Man said.
"I was fourteen. There was this guy in my class who was really cute, but really shy-"
Mega Man narrowed his eyes. This was a chambered story meant to reinforce the illusion of a real person, which he had no illusions about. "No, I mean, I want to know the first time you had sex. This unit."
"You want to hear that? Me, as a robot?"
"Yes."
"Well, okay. Do you mean this unit specifically, or from the mainframe? Because all the pleasure units mine data from the central records. But each unit has had different customer relation instances."
"This unit. And not in a test state."
"Okay. After activation and unit testing cleared, my first customer was actually a woman. She was an executive, worked for a big company." As she spoke, she continued a less-intense dance, lightly bouncing her ass on his crotch.
"Interesting coincidence that your first customer would be a lesbian," Mega Man said.
"Oh, she wasn't a lesbian," Celeste said. "She just... well, I guess she liked experimenting. Like you. The first time, she fucked me with a strap-on."
"Was it a sub-dom instance?"
"Not really," she said. "We engaged in foreplay first. She was very sweet. I gave her a shoulder massage and I kissed her neck a little. She nibbled my ear. I stroked her hair. We embraced. We made out. Then shortly after, she told me to take off all my clothes and get on my knees. I got on all fours on the bed, and she told me to turn around. Meanwhile, she took out this big, black strap-on dildo from her purse, and started putting it on. This model's agumentary system is flexible enough to take anything, but by human standards, it was ridiculously large."
"Were you in this physical configuration?"
"Unit body types stay constant. But I had the physical and personality configuration of a younger woman."
"What did she look like?"
"She had black, short hair. Green eyes with a lot of mascara. Large breasts. She had a tendency to jut out her lower jaw when she spoke. I tried to turn around, asking her to come forward. She sternly told me to shut up. She said 'I'm going to stick this inside you, you little bitch, and you're going to love it.' I turned around to answer her, but she slapped my cheek and said 'don't look at me'. So I didn't."
Celeste, wrapped around his chest now, took Mega Man's shirt off and began kissing his chest.
"Did it hurt?" Mega Man asked.
"As a robot, I don't feel pain, really. But I reacted how she wanted me to react. She bent over and slapped my tit, patting the fingers back and forth across my nipples. Then she thrust it so hard and deep inside me. Over and over again. She even orgasmed from fucking me with it. It felt like a baseball bat. I still get tingles when I think of it."
Mega Man knew this was an improvised line, but he didn't care. He was rock hard by now.
She stepped off him and hooked her fingers through the thin strips of string connecting the front and back of her panties. As they slid down her legs, she thrust her creamy-skinned ass at him. As if she wanted someone to do something with it.
Mega Man obliged. First, he placed a palm on her hip. Celeste squeaked with surprise and delight.
"Ooh, that makes me hot," she said, giving clear endorsement to start engaging.
Mega Man squeezed and put his hand on the other buttock. She pushed back against him. Mega Man spread her voluptuous cheeks, massaging them.
By doing so he saw the split of her cunt-hole -- two thick mounds of flesh between a twitching crevice. Without much thinking, he plunged his face into it. The tip of his tongue teased her clit, then slid all the way up, with his nose touching her asshole.
Celeste arched her head back. "Oh, yes. I feel like I'm going to come just from you touching it."
Her taste was different from Roll's, like wine and lubricant. Nonetheless, it was sweet and savory, like the primordial ooze from which life starts. She wriggled her ass over his mouth, giving him all the facets of her sex.
"Yeah, just like that," she said. "You are fantastic. I am so hot right now."
Mega Man rolled her buttocks up and down, giving him better access.
"Oh my god. I'm so wet. You keep doing that, I'm going to come." She craned her head back to him. "Do you like it when I talk dirty?"
Mega Man pulled his mouth from the widened and glistening gash. Just why was he doing this? This was a sex robot, built exclusively to give pleasure to someone else. She wasn't experiencing any mutual intimacy or arousal -- she was spouting lines to encourage him. He didn't need to give back.
Mega Man stopped and pushed her forward. She turned back. "What?"
"I want you to suck my dick." Mega Man stood up. He undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles.
"Oh," Celeste said, full of intrigue.
Mega Man held out his penis to her like a gun.
"No problem," she said. She held it in the palm of her hand like she was admiring a fine jewel. Her tongue darted at the tip, then she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Mega Man threw his head back and closed his eyes.
"It's growing bigger in my mouth." She bobbed in and out, increasing the depth with each gesture. Soon the entire hard-on was in and, since she had no gag reflex, she lapped at his balls. Small sparkling tingles ran up his spine. His rod began to thrum, like a power conduit.
"Mmm, I love feeling your hard cock down my throat." She smiled. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she said sweetly.
Mega Man looked down at her. His studies showed that many people visited prostitutes for fellatio, not intercourse. But that didn't seem like an efficient way of using his money.
"No," Mega Man said, "I want to fuck you."
"Ooh. I-"
Mega Man cut her off by grabbing her smooth, young hips with both arms. She didn't have any parameters for someone with robotic strength, so she reacted with a giggle as he threw her on the bed. Mega Man grabbed hold of her limbs and manipulated her like a toy, until she was on her hands and knees.
All he could see was her vagina, as pink and wet as an aroused human's. Celeste adjusted herself for comfort -- his, not hers -- and kept her legs spread. She reached back and spread her hand across every inch of her curtains, lubing her little entrance. "Look at how wet I am."
Mega Man didn't notice either way. This was consent to treat someone without needing to reciprocate or regard her well-being. He could use her like humans used her.
He moved up behind her and stuck the head of his dick into her plump flower. She cringed, gripped the bed sheets, then laughed. "Oh my god, you know the way I like it."
"Shut up," he said. He plunged his dick all the way in. "You like it however I tell you to." Her vagina milked his cock with each stroke. Mega Man stared down at her white, plump ass-cheeks, with the middle of his glistening dick set between them.
Several of the pornographic movies he'd watched involved spanking during intercourse. Why couldn't he try it now? She was a robot, she had no feelings, felt no pain. If he couldn't experiment now, he'd be too afraid to later.
Rock lightly tapped the side of her buttocks. She squirmed. "Oh, I love it. Fucking slam it in harder." She pounded her hips back again, presenting them for abuse.
Mega Man slapped again. Unlike his own skin, hers had been designed to show the satisfying after-effects as a red blotch the size of his hand faded in. Mega Man did it to the other side, swiping upwards.
"Yes, I've been naughty," Celeste said. "Spank me."
"I'll do whatever I want, you dirty whore." Smack. "Cause that's all you are, just a whore. Just a fuckthing." He shoved his dick forward into her artificial pussy, drilling up to the hilt. She exploded with delight.
"Yes, this is the best sex I've ever had. I never want it to end-"
"Shut it." He lurched forward, keeping his hard-on inside. He wasn't thinking about the geyser building inside her cuntlips. He wanted to see what it felt like to degrade her.
He tapped her hanging breast on the nipple. She shrieked again. She couldn't say it hurt. She couldn't say to stop that.
"Yeah, slap me. Slap my tits around."
Mega Man smacked harder. Her pendulous breasts swung back and forth. Then he slapped her face. She reacted much like a human, snapping back on instinct. Then she gritted her teeth and continued grinding her cunny against his like a jackhammer.
"Fuck me. Fuck me like I'm a dirty whore." She turned back, giving an encouraging look.
Mega Man spat in her face. A glob of saliva landed on her cheek, forcing her to turn back. He slapped her left and right as he thrust. With each slam, her ass pushed apart so much he could see a puckered whorl above her entrance, sucking in and out like a wound.
If he penetrated her anally, she'd let him -- she had no choice. But what would be the point? He was already humiliating her, and another variable in the experiment wasn't needed.
Mega Man squeezed the fat of her hips and ass, pulling her skin tight like fabric. White marks formed under his fingers.
"I'm going to cum inside you, you slut."
Mega Man grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. Her head snapped back, but her glee remained, her jaw dropped in an open-mouthed smile. That expression, the tautness of his grip, was all it took to send him over the edge.
"I'm cumming. Cumming inside you."
"Oh, yes," Celeste said. "Shoot it in me."
"Take my spunk. You take it up your cunt, you... aaaHGH."
Mega Man threw his head back, still using her hair as a leash, and burrowed as far as he could go. Ropes of wet silk squirted out. He was so deep in her, he could feel the wetness splash back against the head of his dick. After a few seconds, he dropped his head again and relaxed. His dick was still throbbing.
Celeste's stomach rose up and down in the perfect rhythm of an out-of-breath human. She laughed in her throat. "That was the best I ever had. It's like you knew exactly what I wanted."
Mega Man almost rolled his eyes. Because I did, he thought. He pulled his dick out of her with a sharp yank. She squealed in delight. "Do you want a rub down?"
"No," Mega Man said.
"You sure? There's nothing like it? You still have forty-two minutes and thirteen seconds left."
Mega Man turned back to the clock. She was right: plenty of his allotted time remained. He had no refractory period and a drawer full of toys.
"What do you want to do now?" Celeste asked.
"Hmmm..." he said.

Roll picked a dress from hundreds of patterns, using Theiss Titillation Theory and various other criteria to narrow down a choice. Then she printed and sewed it so it was ready to wear when Mega Man got back from... wherever he was. Sometimes he ran errands or tended the perimeter, so his disappearance wasn't uncommon.
The red dress was designed similar to her housekeeping dress, but revised to be more... well, suggestive. Instead of stain-resistant, color-keeping polyfiber, it was refined pseudo silk infused with micro-particles of magnesium oxide. Two skinny red straps held up her breasts, and didn't reconnect until they reached the waist, revealing her navel and stomach. It was backless, and ended just above the crack of her ass. A long slit ran down the sides where she could reveal a shapely leg.
It certainly made her feel sexy. She hoped Rock would reach the same conclusion. These encounters were starting to deviate from their original motive. It was supposed to be a fun thing, between two consenting adults. Sex without consequences or the shortcomings of a relationship.
The computer system pinged, letting her know Mega Man had teleported back to the mansion and was heading to his quarters. Roll returned to his bed as fast as she could, then set herself in the pose she had developed with practice. One hand behind her, legs crossed, listing to the side to maximize exposure of her breasts.
After a few minutes, Mega Man walked in. He looked, for lack of a better term, exhausted. Perhaps that wasn't right, maybe depleted or enervated. Even on furlough from a robot revolution, he wasn't as weary.
"Rock, you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Fine. Yes, it's just I finally feel... satisfied. Wow," he said. "That's a nice dress."
"Thanks. I was hoping you'd like it. I was thinking maybe you could... rip it off me."
Mega Man was taken aback. "I thought you said you needed more time."
"I know. And I got it. I just needed a little time to process it all. Now I'm ready." Roll shifted her legs, so that her bare feet dangled off the bed. She wiggled her red-painted toes. "Don't you want me?"
Mega Man took a deep breath. "Sure. I mean, why not?" He grinned devilishly and sat down on the bed. Her lips parted at the touch of his. Their tongues danced around each other, like thick slugs wrestling.
He slipped his hand around the satiny wrap. Roll had comparatively small breasts for a woman. Not much to work with, so he grabbed and squeezed. He tweaked the flowering nipple and felt it prickle under his palm.
"Not so hard," Roll said.
"It hurts you?" Rock asked, surprised.
"No, I just don't like it."
Roll stepped back. She pulled the dress off her shoulders, revealing black lace panties. "Do you like?"
"Yeah," Mega Man said. "I like the way they go with your blond hair."
She twisted her hips to show off her butt. The panties cut so close to the crack of her ass that her cheeks were visible to anyone who took time to look.
Mega Man wrapped one arm around her shoulder and draped the other up and down her genitals, pressing against the fabric. She pressed into his fingers, riding them. Mega Man took the hint, and dug his fingers into her panties.
Roll wanted to returned the favor. She reached back and massaged his scrotum. His shaft began to torque against his pants. He rested his chin on her shoulder, then shifted his arm from her shoulder down to her breast to squeeze her puffy nipples. Roll turned back, nibbling his ear.
"Do you want to try a new position?" Mega Man asked.
"How about a sixty-nine?" Roll asked. "We haven't tried that yet."
Mega Man nodded. "Which one on bottom?" he asked.
"I don't know. Doesn't matter to me." They locked eyes, in an etiquette stalemate. "I'll go on top," Roll finally said.
Mega Man laid down on the bed, head near the footboard. Roll took off her own panties. Like their BDSM encounter, she hefted one long leg over his face, but this time, faced his cock. She settled in and leaned forward.
Rock was already lapping his tongue. He started at the top of her ass crack to her spread hole.
Roll bent and took his round head into her mouth. The steam of his lusty crotch wafted into her face. She slurped the pole up and down, resting her elbows on his thighs.
Mega Man employed his fingers now, sliding them in and out, making sure to pass his thumb over her clitoris.
"This isn't working," Mega Man said.
"It's not?" Roll asked.
"Not for me," he said.
It seemed to be working for him -- his rigid prodder rubbed against the inside of her cheeks.
"Do you want to be on top?" she asked.
"No," he said, "Can we just move on to intercourse?"
"All right." Roll sat up and climbed off.
"Let's do it from behind. Torso angled lateral," Mega Man said.
Confused at his boldness, Roll crawled onto the soft mattress and raised her ass in the air. Mega Man shuffled around until he was on his knees behind her. With little hesitation, he pressed his cock against her wet split. Then he speared her with a single thrust. He hissed in pleasure from the heat and wetness of her.
Roll tensed at first from the sharp penetration. Once she got used to it, she began to grind against him.
Rock pumped in and out. He ran his hands over her buxom ass, squeezing hard. Roll closed her eyes, feeling the fire of provocation, and moaned in ecstasy. Rock took hold of the hair draped over her back.
Roll wasn't sure what he was doing. Then Rock yanked.
"Ow," Roll said. "Don't do that."
"What?" Mega Man hooked his head around to look at her.
"What do you think? The hair-pulling."
"I was trying something new."
"You're trying a lot of 'new' things. Why can't we just... go back to normal."
"Pfft, we've done normal. Normal's boring."
"Well, just don't hurt me."
Mega Man didn't respond, but gripped her buttocks a little tighter and continued prodding a little softer. Roll squirmed, then settled on her elbows. The result was her pale ass presenting itself up to him.
"Yeah, that's it," Mega Man said. "Lemme see that ass, baby."
She nibbled on her thumb as he continued his act. This encounter was not shaping up to be what she thought it would. She felt uncomfortable.
Mega Man shifted forward and plunged himself in deeper, pumping himself into her quivering ass. He pulled her cheeks apart to get a clearer view of her smooth, anus-less crack, so he could watch his dick slip in and out of his sister's pussy.
Roll pushed herself on her hands and closed her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes. That's right." She pushed her ass back into him. Slowly at first, then gathering more speed with each thrust until she was banging against him as hard as she could. She surrendered over to the pleasure, now that this felt more like the sex she wanted. Sweat coated them both.
Mega Man felt the familiar, ripening sensation that accompanied an impending orgasm. But where should he finish? Her ass? Her face? Given Roll's annoyance to his other wants, he chose to stick to the status quo.
"I'm coming," he said. "Jesus, I'm coming."
"Already?"
"Too late. Oh god." His pipe released hot fluid into his sister's pussy. White cream rilled around where his dick met her hole, like baking bread dough.
Roll stretched her arms and purred. "That's the old stuff."
Rock asked. "Do you think that-"
The door opened. Dr. Light, holding a touch pad, came in. "Roll? I have-"
He met their eyes. They met his. And they froze.
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