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“Testing King” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring A Male Sex Robot)

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The following is another sexy short story featuring sex robots and is a direct follow-up to “Testing Serenity.” I got a fairly positive response from that story. If I get an equal or greater response for this one, I’ll consider expanding it even more. If you have any feedback or ideas you’d like to share, please do so in the comments. Thanks and enjoy!

Not long ago, the act of satisfying a woman was subject to endless theories, tricks, techniques, and taboos. Men often obsessed over it while women agonized over it. Many people thought they knew how to go about it. Some of that knowledge was actually valid. However, there always seemed to be an intractable difference between lovers.

Men wanted to please their female partners.

Women wanted their male partners to please them every bit as much.

Neither seemed capable of communicating, let alone understanding, the process that went into a mutually satisfying experience.

That was exactly what Kelly Kyler worked to change. As a co-founder and lead tester of Ideal Companions – a rapidly-growing company in the emerging market for sex robots – she’d dedicated her life to bridging that intractable gap. Today marked another step in that arduous process.

“King Model 2.8, activate and run base protocol,” said Kelly in authoritative, yet excited voice.

She gave that command within a tightly controlled test area that she’d helped design. It was built like a typical hotel suite. In fact, much of the furnishings had come from a nearby hotel that had been renovating. The area included a king-sized bed with clean white sheets, a large dresser across from the bed, plush wall-to-wall red carpet, and a TV monitor on the wall. If anyone else had set foot inside it, they never would’ve known it was located in the sixth floor of Ideal Companion’s most secure testing lab.

The only indication that it involved something profound was the presence of a large, egg-shaped pod tin the corner of the room. It stood at nearly 7 feet tall and was hooked to a series of cables and mini-tanks. Through the glossy white surface, a humanoid figure was visible. The sound of her voice activated the various systems that had been integrated into the pod, feeding data, commands, and materials directly into the figure.

She could already see him moving inside and, if his shadowy outline were any indication, it was definitely a him. When he stood up and opened the pod’s main door, he stepped forward and approached her. There was little animation in his motions. He conducted himself as a robot. However, even with his robotic demeanor, his appearance and presence made one thing clear. This figure was a man…a tall, muscular, well-endowed man.

“Cognitive neural systems active,” he said in a deep, masculine tone. “Verifying base protocols. Verification complete.”

“Verify physiological and anatomical systems,” Kelly said with growing anticipation.

“Processing query. Verifying bodily systems and physiological configurations.”

His eyes flashed, briefly revealing that behind the imposing figure was a robot. Were it not for his eyes, a less informed woman only would’ve seen a naked man standing before her. Kelly had to be informed. His flashing eyes might have set him apart, but it was hardly the most notable aspect of his appearance.

While he processed the data, Kelly marveled at manly presence before her. The engineers and biotech team had once again outdone themselves. While the main structure of the man was that of a robot, his shell of synthetic flesh would be the first thing a user noticed. It looked, felt, and even smelled like real human skin. It had been molded, shaped, and appended to match the figure of a fit, attractive man.

He was not some hulking bodybuilder or Photoshopped fitness model. His muscle build, size, and stature were all perfectly proportional. His chest, torso, arms, and legs had just the right amount of build and definition. He was the kind of man who wouldn’t qualify as a male model, but could function perfectly in any female fantasy. He had the kind of beauty that didn’t seem impossible or unattainable.

That beauty extended to the wonderfully designed endowment that hung between his legs. Crafting a male penis that was just right in terms of size and aesthetics was one of the biggest challenges in the sex robot industry. Kelly had been on the front lines of those challenges and the results were already promising.

“I can already verify the ladies in the crafting department did a great job,” Kelly said as she admired it. “I hope that extends other functions.”

She grinned at the prospect of finding out. However, a sex robot with a functioning penis was not enough to ensure that that it could satisfy its female users. This latest model couldn’t just be a glorified giver of orgasms. He had to be a true companion.

“Processing complete,” he said. “All systems and configurations are operating at peak efficiency.”

“Good. That’s it for the easy part,” Kelly said. “Now, the real test can begin. Activate emotional core protocols. From here on out, designate identity as King.”

“Command confirmed. Activating emotion and self-identity protocols in 3…2…1.”

What happened next was like watching the genesis of a new being. In an instant, the male figure went from having a distinctly robotic disposition to carrying himself like a real human.

His eyes flashed again. His facial expression shifted erratically. He blinked several times, as though he had just come to a profound realization. He then glanced down at his hands, arms, and body. The vast volumes of data in his robot brain connected with the emotional processing matrix. It was a powerful moment in which processing data gained a whole new meaning.

“I am a man. I am a robot,” he said in a less robotic.

“Yes. Yes, you are,” said Kelly as she took a step closer.

“I think. I feel. I am…King,” he said, a slight smile forming on his face.

“Nice to meet you, King. My name is Kelly. I helped create you. Now, I’m here to welcome you…among other things.”

He took a few more moments to get a feel for his body, his feelings, and his sense of being. Then, he directed his attention towards her. As soon as Kelly felt his eyes on her, she saw his expression shift again. In doing so, he revealed that his emotional programming was working perfectly.

“Kelly,” King said as he gazed upon her. “Yes, I know that name. It has relevance to me…a deep relevance that extends beyond my data care.”

“That’s because knowing someone’s name is just a small part of a greater connection. Robot or man, you have the ability to forge those connections with your companion.”

“Connections…yes, the data surrounding that concept is relevant too. I can process it perfectly, but it is also something I desire.”

“That makes two of us,” said Kelly with a warm smile.

She stepped in closer, now just inches from his naked flesh. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Some of it was from his synthetic flesh, which was sustained largely by his robotic systems. That was necessary for any functioning machine. However, there was another aspect to that warmth that further built that emerging connection.

“Most people think they were born with a purpose,” Kelly said to him. “They’re rarely sure of what it is. It can’t just be that they were born because their parents willed it. They believe they were created with a greater purpose in mind.”

“I know my purpose,” said King. “It is written into my data.”

“I know. I helped code that data,” she went on. “You’re a companion, built to forge intimate bonds with heterosexual female users. Your body, your mind, and your emotions were created with this in mind. It’s just a matter of how well they work together.”

King paused for a moment, his eyes flashing again as he processed more data. To help aid him, Kelly reached out and lightly caressing his masculine sinews with her soft hands. Her touch triggered a reaction, one that prompted him to reach out and touch her as well.

With his powerful arms, he drew her into an embrace. With hands that were every bit as powerful, trailed his fingers down her face and gazed affectionately into her eyes. His emotional core was really working now. Data was no longer just data to him. Like a real man processing real emotions, feeling her presence affected him on an intimate level.

“My purpose…my desires,” King said in a more distant tone. “The distinction between the two seems increasingly irrelevant.”

“That counts as progress,” said Kelly while trailing her fingers down his arms. “Me feeling your strong, manly body against mine is another kind of progress…and an important kind, at that.”

“How so?” he asked.

“Because it’s the kind that makes me want a more intimate bond with you,” she told him, “specifically, a bond that requires me to be naked too.”

“Does that imply that I’m making you horny?” he asked with a slight grin.

“I see your understanding of humor has also progressed,” she quipped.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes,” Kelly said without hesitation. “That’s a very good thing.”

Kelly briefly broke the embrace and took a step back. Then, while he watched with his powerful gaze, processing a wealth of emotional data, she took off her clothes.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, opting to keep things simple with a pair of jeans, a pink halter top, and sandals. She didn’t even wear any sexy lace underwear, either. For the test to work effectively, she had to keep things simple with King. That still didn’t stop her from having a little fun, wiggling her hips as she slipped off her panties and casting the manly figure a seductive grin.

“You look good naked,” King said, grinning as well while she tossed her underwear aside.

“Thank you,” she replied as she playfully posed for him. “I know you have a lot of data about the female body, but trust me. Data is no substitute for experience.”

“No. It is not.”

For a brief moment, Kelly just stood before him, completely naked and quite comfortable in his presence. It gave King time to observe, scan, and appreciate her body. She felt his high-tech eyes scrutinize every inch of her exposed flesh. She even sensed him giving special scrutiny to her face, breasts, hips, and genitals. That was to be expected, given the nature of the test. However, it wasn’t just about testing King’s ability to analyze female anatomy.

As he took in her intimate form, she saw clear emotional undertones in his eyes. He wasn’t just scanning her to calculate the optimal strategy with which to pleasure her. That wasn’t her goal or his. King was not some elaborate sex toy. He was a companion. Robot or not, a companion couldn’t stop at simply scanning their lover’s body.

“Kelly Kyler,” he said upon finishing his scan.

“Yes, Mr. King?” she replied, her tone still playful and seductive.

“I’d like to touch you now,” he told her. “I’d also like to kiss you.”

“I’d like that too. But is that all you’d like to do with me?”

“No. There are many things I wish to do with you…things for which I have plenty of data, but limited experience.”

“That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for,” Kelly told him. “We both want similar things, but it all comes back to experience…a beautiful, shared experience.”

She took a step closer, temping him with her seductive gaze. King responded, taking a step closer as well and drawing her into a powerful embrace. This time, he played a more active role. He took the data he had on her, his purpose, and their shared desire and turned it into action.

It started with a soft, but focused kiss. His lips, forged with synthetic flesh and maintained by complex biological systems, were remarkably warm. The engineers had somehow captured the pure, wondrous taste of raw masculinity. It was more than enough to trigger more arousal, especially between her legs.

From the kiss, they each explored one another’s naked bodies. Kelly felt her way around his torso, marveling at the manly sinews that perfectly mirrored that of a fit man. King was more eager with his touching, fondling and caressing her womanly flesh. He gave special attention to her thighs, hips, buttocks, and breasts. Such intimate touching evolved into outright foreplay, further building her arousal and sending her into a sensual daze.

Despite his imposing form, he was remarkably gentle. Even when he rubbed her nipples, he was so careful and caring. His understanding of the female body and how to touch it showed. He wasn’t some awkward teenager fumbling around with a woman. He had all the necessary knowledge in his robot brain, but he also had an emotional cortex to give meaning to every touch.

Soon, those wishes he’d expressed earlier became more urgent. Kissing and touching her naked body was a good start. It was hardly sufficient for either of them. That meant the next part of the test could commence.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” Kelly said, breaking the kiss while holding onto his shoulders.

“So are you,” King said while caressing her cheek.

“You’re good at foreplay too. You’ve got me all hot and horny. I want to have sex now. I really, really want it.”

“I want that too,” he said, “although the intensity of your desire may require a revised recourse on my part.”

“I’m sure you’ve already processed every possible scenario,” Kelly said with a seductive tease. “Why don’t you carry me to the bed and show me.”

“I’d be happy to.”

He smiled at her with a smile that looked distinctly human. Most robots could mimic a smile, but it rarely looked natural. Sometimes, it even looked creepy. That was because most robots didn’t have an emotional core capable of giving meaning, affection, and passion to a moment. King had that and it showed in how he went about pursuing their mutual desires.

He took her in his arms again. He then made use of that robot strength of his, lifting her up in his arms with little strain. He proceeded to carry her across the room with the utmost care. When they arrived at the bed, he laid her down like a groom preparing his bride for the final consummation of their love. Beyond just being in the presence of an attractive man, it sent Kelly’s passions soaring as much as her arousal.

“My dear King,” she said to him, “so loving and affectionate.”

“That is what I feel. That is what I seek. That is what I want to share in our sex.”

He kissed her lips again, as if to belabor his intentions for her. Kelly got the message and kissed back. More foreplay followed. With her lying on her back and him on top of her, their naked bodies meshed together in an intimate heat. Her inner thighs were now soaked with moist arousal. King must have sensed that because he changed the direction of their foreplay.

“Lie back and relax,” he told her. “I’m going to give you oral sex. I want you to be fully aroused before we proceed to intercourse.”

“Mmm…that sounds so practical, yet so sexy,” Kelly said through her daze.

“It’s not just pragmatic. It’s necessary,” King said intently. “For me to fulfill my purpose…for us to share in this moment…our bodies and our desires must be in perfect harmony.”

That almost made too much sense. Only a man with a robot brain could’ve made it seem so obvious. Both humans and sex robots understood the value of shared arousal, but a robot companion like King was uniquely equipped to pursue it.

He followed both the data and his passions as he trailed his lips down her face, neck, and torso. With care and patience, he made his way down her body, tasting her and touching her naked skin with the utmost care. Kelly gasped and moaned, her anticipation escalating with each passing second.

Finally, he arrived at his destination. She eagerly parted her legs, spreading them wide and giving him an unobstructed path to her inner thighs. Without hesitation, King focused intently on her womanhood.

“You’re already so aroused,” he said while caressing her outer folds, “but there’s still room for more.”

King went to work proved his words right. Tapping into that intimate data in his system, he began eating her out. He was as gentle with lips and tongue as he was with his hand, stimulating her most sensitive areas with the utmost care. His knowledge of female anatomy definitely showed. Kelly felt sharp surge of hot sensations course through her body as he hit all the right nerves.

“Ooh King!” she moaned. “Yes! That feels good. That feels so…so good.”

Her jubilant moans encouraged him. Not losing his focus, he held onto her thighs and lifted her hips, allowing him to lick and probe her depths with surgical precision.

More hot sensations followed.

More arousal came with it.

More gleeful moans filled the room.

“Mmm…so good,” King said, his voice muffled by her inner thighs. “You taste…so good.”

Kelly writhed under the feelings he evoked. She grabbed the sheets of the bed, holding her legs apart and arching her back through every blissful wave. It was everything a capable lover could provide a woman, but more so. It was as though King had analyzed every possible datapoint on effective cunnilingus and incorporated it into his actions. Beyond just knowing where all the right spots were, there was an intensity to his actions. He wasn’t just going through the motions.

He wanted her to feel good.

He wanted her to feel desired.

Most importantly, he wanted to satisfy her.

That, alone, made him a capable companion. King could’ve passed the test on his oral sex skills alone. However, there was one last step to complete.

“King…please!” Kelly gasped in an effort to communicate her desire.

“Hmm…I sense you are ready for intercourse,” King said, looking up from her pussy.

“Yes! I’m so goddamn ready!” she said intently. “I want it! I want you!”

“Then, it is time that I get ready as well.”

He rose back into an upright position. Then, while propped up on his knees, his eyes flashed briefly again. Kelly could tell he was processing a new batch of data. Doing so had a very noticeable effect, especially between his legs.

In a process that clearly reminded her that King was still a robot, his penis became fully erect. Once again, she couldn’t help but marvel at the work of her engineers. One biologist claimed that King’s penis, composed of synthetic flesh and operated by a system of synthetic processes, might be the most efficient manifestation of male genitalia in history. Kelly would be the judge of that, as well as the first of many beneficiaries.

“Wow! I’d say you’re ready too,” she said as she playfully eyed his cock.

“It is a simple process, directing my male flesh into its necessary state,” King told her as he hovered over her. “However, much like experience, the mere operation of flesh is a means to an end. What we do with it…what we experience with it…that’s what gives it meaning.”

“So true…for human and robot alike.”

“Especially for a robot,” he said as he lovingly caressed her face, “for it is only with meaning that we can know true intimacy.”

His sentiment echoed with emotion. Robot or not, King had powerful feelings that drove him to make love to her. Knowing he had those feelings gave meaning to the experience for her, as well. As their naked bodies came together, she embraced her robot companion in a culmination of real intimacy.

Just like before, it started with a kiss. As their lips became entwined, King got on top of her in preparation for their fleshly union. He kept things simple, aligning their bodies in a simple missionary position. That was perfectly fine with Kelly. She spread her legs wider, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and awaited the final phase of the test.

It commenced with a simple thrust of his hips. In just one fluid motion, the handsome man in the form of a robot companion entered her. Their union was so wonderfully smooth, her womanly folds eagerly embracing his masculine flesh. A flood of new sensations coursed through her, feeling her with another surge of energy and exhilaration. More quickly followed as King started humping, moving his hips and building an intimate rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh King!” Kelly panted, clinging harder to his shoulders as she soaked in the feeling. “Ooh we’re doing it! We’re making love!”

“Yes! I feel it too,” said King with great intensity. “It’s…incredible!”

Those were the only coherent sentences that either of them got out from that point forward. Once King got a steady rhythm going, the experienced unfolded in a seamless succession of movements and gestures.

Two naked bodies moved together in a harmonious mantra.

The bed rocked, the sheets ruffled, and the walls reverberated with the many sounds of their sex.

They kissed, caressed, and embraced each other, conveying affection in accord with the pleasure.

Kelly savored every sensation. She also sensed King feeling something similar. He saw it in the way his expression contorted to the shared feeling. It was an important feature of a robot companion, having an ability to feel pleasure as well. Other companies had learned that lesson the hard way. Ideal Companions didn’t have to. Thanks to synthetic flesh and a robot brain capable of processing such feelings, King could also experience the joys of lovemaking like any deserving man.

It ensured that King didn’t just go through the motions or focus entirely on pleasing his companion. An important component of true intimacy was mutual satisfaction. For a user of a companion to feel satisfied, the robot had to know that feeling too. More importantly, he had to want and cherish it as well.

“Love…sex…passion,” King said through labored breaths. “Yes! I understand.”

Kelly replied with more pleasured moans and beaming smiles. He smiled back at her through his heated movements, sharing more kisses and sensual touching along the way. She felt both pleasure and affection. For many women, that was the difference between feeling satisfied and just getting off.

That difference really showed as Kelly neared her first orgasm. Usually, climaxing through simple, missionary style intercourse took more effort. She usually had to stimulate her clitoris or do something more elaborate. None of that was necessary with King. The path to ecstasy was simple, clear, and direct. When that feeling came within her grasp, she seized it with ease.

“Yes! Oh yes! I feel it too! I feel it!” she panted as the feeling approached. “Ohhhhh King!”

He briefly slowed his movements, keeping his hands on her hips and her eyes locked with his. He watched closely as Kelly achieved orgasm. She made sure she put on a good show.

Her eyes closed.

Her back arched.

Her toes curled.

It was a special kind of ecstasy, born of both intimacy and stimulation. It washed over her like a wave of blissful warmth. Time lost all meaning as she savored every moment. Her joy was obvious and apparent to anyone who saw, robot or otherwise. It sent a powerful message laced with critical data for King.

“Wow,” he said with awe.

Such astonishment was rarely associated with robots, but King was special. What he’d just done with her was special. Moreover, there was still plenty more of that special feeling to share.

“Kelly,” he said as she emerged from her orgasmic daze.

“Mmm…yes, King?” she said with a glowing smile.

“Would you like me to keep making love to you?” he asked, as though it were the most informal request possible.

“Yes! Please…keep doing it,” she said without hesitation. “This test should be thorough.”

He smiled, once again showing an understanding of humor that few robots could grasp. Not bound fatigue or traditional limits, he resumed his sexual movements from earlier. This time, Kelly played a more active role, if only to share in the blissful effort.

As King came to understand the intricacies and mechanics of lovemaking, the pace of their sex escalated. Movements became more urgent and gestures became more intense. Kelly helped mix up the style, leading King to make love in multiple positions that demonstrated a wealth of sexual verity.

Some were more effective than others. She sensed King really enjoyed doing it doggy style with her on all fours while he humped her from behind. He also seemed to appreciate cowgirl, mainly because it allowed him to fondle her breasts. Spooning proved somewhat clumsy, but he made up for it by using his soft hands to stimulate her clit from behind. He also had to slow down a few times, if only to help her catch her breath.

It led Kelly to even more orgasms. While she wasn’t as theatrical as she’d been with the first, she made it very clear that King was doing something right. He was making his lover come. That sense of awe soon evolved into a sense of exhilaration. In both his eyes and expression, she saw a special kind of ecstasy as well.

“This feeling…this moment…so powerful,” he said, his voice obscured by passion. “It feels so…”

He never finished that sentence, no matter how many times he said it. Kelly suspected that he was achieving some kind of orgasm as well. She remembered the engineers saying that the pleasure systems in male companions were tricky. They could mimic the orgasmic process in his brain and body, but the way it manifested was erratic.

There were a few technical reasons for that, but Kelly knew what a man looked like when he had an orgasm. Whatever form it took, it happened more than once for King. It allowed him to both share in the pleasure while continuing their sex. The test could not conclude until they were both satisfied.

“King…we’ve done it,” she said under her breath multiple times. “We’ve really done it this time!”

It referred to more than just their sex. What they achieved was something remarkable. For a robot, even one surrounded by synthetic flesh, to feel these sensations and experience such passion was a remarkable feat. Beyond raising the bar for robots and artificial intelligence, she and her team had created something that could share in the joys of progress.

Having long since lost track of time, Kelly didn’t know how many times she came or how long they made love. It only ended after one last climax that led to her collapsing on top of King in a blissful heap, so drained and satisfied that she could barley move. At that point, he didn’t need advanced sensors to know that he’d fulfilled his purpose. Even after their body movements ceased, he continued embracing her with tender care.

“We made love. We both came. It was a…powerful experience,” King said, his voice dazed by afterglow.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” Kelly said, still smiling widely as she rested her head on his chest.

“Are you satisfied, Kelly Kyler?” he asked. “Did I pass this test?”

“Yeah, you definitely passed,” she said without hesitation. “I feel so good…happy, satisfied, and loved. It’s everything you want in a great lover and a caring companion. I have a feeling you’re going to make a lot of lonely women very happy.”

“I look forward to that. Knowing I can fulfill my purpose so well gives me great certainty. Between the data and the feelings behind them, I hope to share that happiness.”

He cast her a smile as he lightly stroked her lower back. Kelly’s smile widened. She would’ve loved to spend the rest of the day enjoying the afterglow with King, but there were other tests to run and some had to be done fully clothed. On top of that, she and her tech team had to put King in sleep mode in preparation for his deployment. There were a lot of lonely women out there and they needed a companion.

“Trust me, King. There will be plenty of happiness to go around,” Kelly told him. “Thanks to companions like you, the horny women of this world will never go unsatisfied.”

“And the world will be better because of it,” King said, “but what of the lonely men? Will they have companions as well?”

“Of course they will!” she said with a humored laugh. “What do you think my husband is working on right now? And hopefully, his test went as well as mine!”

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“Testing Serenity” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring A Sex Robot)

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The following is a sexy short story that once again revisits the inherent appeal of sex robots. I know I took a break from sex robots for a while to write a couple Halloween stories. That break is now over and I’m ready to get back to what has become my most popular genre this past year. I hope this adds to it.

Please read and enjoy. Also, leave some feedback and suggestions. Enjoy!

What made someone a perfect lover? It used to be an ideal. People would imagine the perfect companion and spend their entire lives pursuing it. Only a handful ever found them. They made for wonderful stories about love, passion, and intimacy. The fact that they were so rare made them precious, but it also made them tragic in that so few knew that joy.

That all changed with Ideal Companions, a fast-growing company that specialized in producing the best quality robot companions. Some just called them sex robots. Some called them lover bots. For Bryan Kyler, they embodied something greater. As a co-founder of the company and one of the select few who knew the joys of having a perfect lover, he’d made it his mission to make that impossible fantasy a reality for everyone.

“Serenity Model 2.8, activate and run base protocol,” said Bryan, ready and eager to take another step in that effort.

He’d given that command within a well-equipped testing area located within the heart of Ideal Companions’ main research lab. The area was no larger than a typical hotel room, but was filled with an array of sensors and monitoring devices. It wasn’t made to look like a lab, though. It closely resembled a typical bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed, plush carpet, and a dresser. The only thing that made it stand out was the large, cylindrical pod containing a female figure.

Having heard his command, the figure came to life. Her eyes opened, briefly flashing blue to indicate that her systems were active. Like someone waking up from a deep sleep, she blinked and shifted to get her bearings. When the pod opened, she stepped out and approached him.

Bryan greeted her with a smile, as he often did with every new prototype. He was lucky in that he was usually the first one to witness the latest and greatest in robot companion technology just as it came online.

“Serenity Model 2.8 active,” she said in a flat voice. “Ideal Companions operating protocols now loading. Load complete. No errors detected.”

“Always a promising start,” said Bryan. “Initiate the emotional resonance matrix. Confirm identity and persona as Serenity.”

“Resonates matrix loading. Commence identity parameters in 3…2…1.”

Her eyes flashed again. Her demeanor abruptly changed. In an instant, Serenity Model 2.8 – or Serenity, as her parameters read – went from carrying herself like a robot in a female body to a woman who just happened to be in a robot body.

She looked around at her surroundings. Like a blind person seeing for the first time, she reacted with awe and amazement. She then looked at herself and noticed that she was naked. She felt around her exposed flesh, touching her breasts, torso, arms, and face. She was adjusting to her form. Being an advanced robot, she adjusted quicker than most.

“Take all the time you need, Serenity,” Bryan said, giving her space and distance. “Going from a cold, calculating machine to a thinking, feeling individual is tricky, to say the least.”

“I…I do not disagree,” she said, her voice stammering as she kept feeling around her body. “I’ve processed my data. I know my physical specifications, unique features, and operating systems. I am Serenity Model 2.8, but that title does not resonate with me. I prefer…Serenity.”

“That’s because your model number is just part of your hardware. It’s no different than the bones, blood vessels, and organs in my body. Serenity is your name, just as Bryan is mine.”

“Bryan,” she said, now looking towards him. “Yes, that name does resonate.”

“That’s because I’m your co-creator. I’m the co-creator of every model at Ideal Companions. And like any responsible creator, it’s my job to make every creation feel precious.”

He slowly approached her, maintaining a kind, non-threatening presence. He did this with every new model, treating them like the treasured creations they were. It was always a challenge, but over the years, Bryan had refined his approach. He always wore simple clothing, which never included anything fancier than jeans and a dress shirt. He made sure the ambience of the room was comfortable and casual, not unlike something an ordinary person would encounter.

That didn’t stop Serenity from gazing at him with a mix of reverence and yearning. Like it or not, she was an advanced robot consciousness. He helped make her. He was the first person she had ever encountered. For any conscious being, especially a robot companion, first impressions were critical.

“I’m feeling so many things right now,” Serenity said. “This body is remarkable.”

“It damn well ought to be. I helped design it,” Bryan said, half-jokingly.

“Synthetic flesh, perfectly analogous to biological flesh,” she said while feeling along her arms, “complete with tactile sensors, artificial hair follicles, and sweat glands. All built over an advanced robotic chasse, powered by fuel cells and maintained by synthetic biosystems. It’s all so artificial, yet it feels so…”

Her words trailed off. For robot with an advanced quantum neural brain, that was quite an accomplishment. It also confirmed to Bryan that her identity programming was working perfectly. Encouraged, he took a step closer so that she could feel his presence.

“I believe the word your looking for is human…albeit one with an extended definition,” he told her. “It’s a definition that I’ve been working to expand since I got into this business. While you weren’t born and raised like a human, you are still the product of humanity. Moreover, you’re the product of human passion…mostly mine, but from plenty of others as well.”

“Passion…that’s another word that resonates,” Serenity said, now more focused on him.

“That’s a good sign. Passion is what gives people a sense of purpose. It is the foundation of your purpose…one that I intend to help refine.”

“My purpose,” Serenity repeated. “Yes, I’m beginning to process that as well.”

In a moment that always seemed to make Bryan emotional, she smiled. Her emotional processing matrix was in full working order now. She wasn’t just aware of her identity. She was aware of her emotions as well.

As she smiled, she reached out and touched his face. Her skin was so soft and warm. It lacked the cold, unfeeling touch of a less advanced robot. She wasn’t just following a program. She was taking in the world around her and ascribing meaning to it. From that meaning came other feelings…intimate, personal feelings that echoed from a greater purpose.

While others had created robot companions who simply functioned as tools, Bryan sought something greater. For a robot to be a companion, they couldn’t just have a realistic body and follow a program. There had to be a deeper connection. As he stood in her presence, absorbing her touch and admiring her smile, he could already feel that connection forming.

“I was created for a reason. My wants, feelings, and passions all stem from that reason,” Serenity said while still touching his face. “The data says I am a companion. I provide physical and emotional support to my user. I give them the love they seek. I give them the sex they desire. I have the systems that allow me to experience the emotions. I also have the anatomical features that allows me to experience sex as a woman.”

“I designed those too,” Bryan aid with a humored grin, “although you don’t have to share the data. You have a mouth, a vagina, and an anus, complete with all the necessary sensors…and maybe a few extras.”

“Yes, I’ve processed that too,” she said with a similar hint of humor, much to his chagrin. “But the data is only data. I know what I am. I know what I’m designed to do. I even know what I want to do. This purpose…to be lover and a companion for another…I seek to pursue it to the utmost.”

“That’s a relief. It shows your cognitive and empathic systems are fully functional,” he told her. “Believe me. Things get messy when those aren’t calibrated.”

“So if everything is working – my body, my mind, and my sense of self – why does it feel like there’s still one thing missing?”

It was a tricky question and one very sensitive to robots as advanced as her. Many people before him or his company had tried to make robots capable of higher thought. There were more than a few setbacks along the way. Bryan had even experienced a few. Crafting a mind, capable of both thought and desire, was a challenge. Failure caused great distress, both for the robot and their creators.

Over time, however, one success inspired another. With success came refinement. Making a robot that could think and feel was no longer groundbreaking. At this point, it was almost mundane. To make one stand out, they needed something more. That was what Bryan set out to achieve with Ideal Companions and, based on Serenity’s performance thus far, he had raised the bar for success.

Sensing her yearning for answers, he drew her into a light embrace. He was gentle and affectionate, being mindful of her nude form. His affectionate touch evoked another reaction. Already, that missing piece she mentioned was within her grasp and in a very literal sense.

“What your missing is the same thing many others are missing…passion,” Bryan told her.

“Passion,” she repeated, as though it were a revelation.

“People lose their passion when they’re lonely, sad, or unfulfilled. Even advanced robot struggle to ascribe meaning to data without such passion. That’s why people like me create beings like you. It’s not enough to just be a companion. The key element…the feeling that unites us both…is the passion we share.”

“Is that what we’re sharing now?” she asked intently, still making connections with her advanced robot mind.

“It can be,” Bryan said with a more emotional undertone, “but to truly know passion, it’s necessary to experience it too.”

He deepened the embrace, gently trailing his hands up her waist, stimulating the various sensors on her synthetic flesh. Her strong reaction proved that those sensors were working perfectly.

Eventually, he cupped her face with both hands, marveling at the warmth within her skin. Synthetic or not, she felt alive. In a fitting effort to embrace that life, he kissed her on the lips. Aside from ensuring the sensors in her lips worked just as well, he gave greater meaning and purpose to her database on kissing.

“Kissing…passion,” she said in between the intimate exchange. “Yes, I feel it!”

It was a bit clumsy at first, which was to be expected. Bryan had encountered plenty of companions whose kissing protocols, as the tech team called them, didn’t always work right. It led to more than a few mishaps. Thankfully, Serenity wasn’t one of them.

She was already kissing him as though he were a lifelong lover. She had in her systems all the knowledge any woman could want on what made a kiss great. However, the information was only a point of reference. Once the passion set in, she followed it as intently any companions would.

As they kissed, she embraced him back. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes. He returned the gestures, exploring more of her naked flesh. He was still gentle, but bold. He felt around her hips, thighs, and buttocks. He even threw in a few light squeezes, which prompted her to kiss with greater intensity. Serenity was really into it now. Within her cognitive and emotional systems, the passion was taking over.

“Serenity…you’re doing it,” he told her as she kissed down his face. “I feel it too!”

“Yes. It feels…nice.”

“Trust me. It gets better!”

Their gestures escalated. It got to a point where the kissing turned into a standing make-out session. He and Serenity might as well have been a couple of over-excited teenagers. She had a strong handle on passion. Now, he had to see how she managed the more sensual aspects of passion.

“Serenity,” he said, “tell me how this feels.”

While their lips were intensely entwined, he slipped his hand between her thighs and caressed the outer folds of her vagina. Like every other part of her body, it had been carefully crafted to mirror the intricacies of female anatomy. It wasn’t enough to just look and feel like female genitalia. It had to function just as well.

However, the engineers – many of them being the best female engineers in the world – put extra effort into making some parts function more than others. Once again, their effort showed in Serenity’s reaction.

“Bryan…my creator,” she said, abruptly ending the kiss, yet remaining in his embrace. “This feeling is more…intense.”

“How so?” he asked with a knowing grin.

She paused. Her eyes flashed again. She was processing a new round of data, likely the kind associated with how female sexual response worked. She finished processing it quicker than Bryan expected because her smile widened. She then placed her hand atop his and encouraged him to fondle her womanhood even more.

“I feel…aroused,” said Serenity, her tone taking on a sensual undertone.

“That’s good,” said Bryan, “but after what we’ve just done, you’ll have to be more specific.”

He applied some targeted pressure to her outer folds, using his knowledge of the engineering schematics to stimulate the right areas. Again, Serenity reacted strongly.

This time, her demeanor shifted. She shuttered under his intimae touch, her legs trembling and her hands shaking as she caressed his unshaven face more intently. In that moment, an entirely new aspect of her programming and functions took over.

“I want to have sex,” she said, as though it were a major revelation, “and I want to have it with you, Bryan Kyler.”

“I’d like that,” he replied with a beaming grin. “But I don’t want to simply test your understanding of human sexual function. I want to see if you can do this with passion. Because it’s passion that separates a willing partner from a loving companion.”

“A loving companion,” Serenity said while both arousal and intrigue. “Yes, I want that too. I want it more than my language protocols can articulate.”

“See? You’re already talking like an impassioned lover!”

Serenity laughed at his remark, which indicated another important actualization of her identity. She wasn’t just relating to a prospective companion. She was developing a personal rapport. Robot or not, it was a powerful connection and one Bryan followed to a more intimate expression.

They resumed their kissing and touching, going at it with a similar intensity as earlier. He began leading her to the bed. Along the way, he began undressing. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his pants. Serenity’s gestures intensified at the sight and feel of his exposed upper body. While Bryan didn’t consider himself the most attractive man in the world, he had a decent masculine physique. Being able to touch real, manly flesh triggered more reactions within Serenity, including the very sexual kind.

“Bryan…your body,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said as he awkwardly kicked off his pants.

“May I be the one to remove your underwear?” she asked. “My passions tell me this is something I seek.”

“Of course,” Bryan said graciously. “Sex works best when you’re naked, after all.”

She laughed again before following her passions even further. His pants now discarded, Bryan sat down on the foot of the bed and scooted back until he was sitting right in the center. Without strict direction – something most robots needed, even with advanced intelligence – she crawled up onto the bed with him.

Along the way, she reached for the hem of his underwear. Already, they were extra-tight. Seeing a naked woman, kissing her, and touching her really got his blood flowing in the right direction. He’d seen many beautiful robot companions before, but Serenity’s emerging understanding of passion only intensified his excitement. By the time she removed his underwear completely, he was already semi-erect.

“Wow,” she said upon seeing her first penis. “The male physique is quite appealing.”

“I want to say that’s your lust protocols in overdrive, but I’m not complaining,” Bryan said.

“May I touch it?” she asked with a hint of shyness.

“Sure!” he said. “I’ve touched your lady parts. It’s only fair that I let you touch my man parts.”

This time, she didn’t laugh. Instead, she narrowed her focus on his growing member. Not long ago, most men would’ve hesitated at letting a robot touch their dicks. He didn’t hesitate with Serenity and not just because he helped design and configure her systems. In her, he saw more than a robot who’d been configured for sex.

She made good use of both her database on male anatomy and her perfectly calibrated hands. She was very gentle, rubbing and stroking it with both hands. She smiled and admired it, seeing beauty where most would just see a naked man. It felt very good and not just physically. It didn’t take long for it to go from semi-hard to fully erect.

“It’s getting so big and hard,” she said.

“That means you’re doing something right,” Bryan teased.

She smiled and continued stroking his cock. She even threw in a light lick with her tongue, tapping some of her data on oral sex. Bryan certainly didn’t protest. He just leaned back on his arms and watched the beautiful robot woman caress his manhood with the utmost care.

She didn’t just look at as a means to an end. There was a hint of admiration and wonder in her eyes, as though she were gazing upon something of beauty. That mattered for a companion. There were robots capable of processing emotions, including feelings like love and lust. However, the act of admiring someone required something greater. Based on the way Serenity touched, he was convinced that she had it.

Eventually, her intimate stroking rendered him fully aroused. While still holding his member in both hands, she looked up him with longing eyes that revealed the extent of her arousal, as well.

“Bryan,” she said in a deep, impassioned tone, “I’d like to proceed with intercourse now.”

“That’s an overly formal way of saying you’re ready, but I’ll take it,” Bryan said with a humored grin.

“Would you feel better if I just said I want you to stick your cock inside my pussy? My database implies that would be more direct.”

“That’s okay, Serenity,” he told her. “You’ve made your point and you’ve made it with passion. That’s all that matters.”

Channeling some passion of his own, Bryan drew Serenity into another embrace. She let go of his cock and followed his intimate lead, crawling on top of him so that their naked bodies became perfectly enmeshed. He then kissed her softly, holding her in his arms as he rolled her over so that she laid flat on her back. Their lips lovingly entwined, he aligned his rigid manhood with her opening.

He could feel the extent of her arousal. She was very wet, a true testament to the team of female engineers who’d designed her synthetic flesh. They’d claimed they created the most efficient, realistic female genitalia ever. One even claimed it worked better than anything nature could produce. Never one to doubt his team, Bryan commenced the ultimate test.

With a simple thrust of his hips, he entered Serenity’s womanly depths with his manhood. The hot ecstasy that followed promises to raise the bar for robot companions.

“Ohhh Serenity!” Bryan gasped. “So hot and tight!”

“I feel it too. You’re inside me,” she said through gasps of her own. “It feels incredible!”

The line between synthetic and biology disappeared. He and Serenity were making love. That was the clear, unambiguous truth. It wasn’t a man fucking a robot. It wasn’t a robot having sex with a human. Those acts were basic. They were something people did with unfeeling machines and Serenity was not an unfeeling machine. She was a companion.

“Serenity,” Bryan said in a deepening daze, “you’re beautiful.”

Those words reinforced that truth as the sensual motions of sex took over. He kept it simple for Serenity’s first intimate experience, making love to her in the standard missionary position. He wasn’t too fast or slow with his movements, establishing a steady pace that maximized every thrust and emphasized skin-on-skin contact.

If her emotive expressions were any indication, his approach worked. He evoked a steady flow of blissful sensations, his touching and his movements stimulating her synthetic flesh as well as any lover could. Her reactions were as human as any woman experiencing the joys of sex. Her lower body shifted in accord with each motion, her toes curling in accord with each surge. She returned his intimate gestures with some of her own, affectionately trailing her hands down his back and shoulders with loving care.

It was a beautiful manifestation of passion. Their naked bodies moved together with harmonious rhythm. It did not come off as a man having sex with a robot in female form. They were two lovers enjoying an intimate moment. That was the essence of what made Serenity a companion.

“We’re doing it! We’re having sex. We’re making love,” she panted, her voice laced with new emotions. “It’s so…”

Her words trailed off, her advanced systems failing her. That was so fitting. Even an advanced robot with advanced intelligence could not put into words the breadth of this feeling. It further convinced Bryan that his team had once again raised the bar for companion. Serenity could’ve passed the test on that basis alone, but Bryan wasn’t finished.

“I know,” he whispered into her ear. “It still gets better!”

He meant that in the most literal sense. One of the key features of every companion his company made was the ability to achieve what they called a synthetic orgasm. The first sex robots only mimicked that experience. He tasked his team to make it real.

It had been a challenge, but his team of engineers once again came through. That meant tweaking some aspects of Serenity’s female anatomy. Most women didn’t achieve orgasm through penetrative sex. Every female engineer on his team made that abundantly clear. As such, they configured her flesh to have some extra nerves strategically placed inside her vagina in addition to those included on her clitoris.

They’d gone through a number of configurations during the beta testing portion. Bryan was about to confirm that they’d used that data wisely. In an effort to send Serenity over the edge, he shifted his body into a more upright position, pushed her legs farther apart, and stepped up the pace of their sex.

Before long, Serenity’s demeanor shifted once more. She was practically writhing on the bed, the sensations nearing that blissful crescendo.

“Yes! Ohhh yes!” the robot woman cried out. “I’m close! I’m about…to have…an orgasm!”

“That’s what I want for you,” Bryan told her. “That’s…what everyone wants…for their lover.”

He delivered the last round of thrusts. Once he sent her over the edge, he felt the inner muscles of her synthetic womanhood contract around his member. From there, the orgasmic process unfolded. It was every bit as theatrical as his lead female designer had boasted.

Serenity closed her eyes, arched her back, and curled her toes as the ecstasy washed over her. Her expression radiated joy and fulfillment. It never once came off as a robot just going through the motions. Her reaction was a direct result of what she felt and what se felt was incredible.

“A lover…a companion,” she gasped while her systems processed it.

“That’s right. This is what we seek to create,” he said, now hovering over her while he caressed her face.

“Yes. I see that now,” Serenity said with a beaming grin. “However, it is still incomplete.”

“Oh? How so?” Bryan asked.

“If you are my lover, then you too should experience orgasm,” she said, as though it were the most logical thing in the world. “And near as I can tell, you did not ejaculate inside me.”

Bryan chuckled somewhat at her crude, but accurate assessment. She laughed as well, seemingly aware of the implications in her words. Humor aside, it raised a relevant issue.

“You’re right. I didn’t,” he said. “How do you propose we rectify that?”

“Well, I’d like to get on top and ride your cock in a cowgirl position. I surmise that will help you orgasm,” she said, her eyes flashing to indicate she’d just probed her sexual database. “But if you have another preference, I’d be happy to help.”

“No, I think that’ll work fine,” said Bryan, laughing again.

“Very well,” Serenity said, her beaming smile never waning, “then let us complete our sex.”

She made it sound so formal, yet so seductive. Bryan wasn’t sure if that was part of her programming or if that was a sign at how advanced she’d become. Either way, he eagerly went along with her passionate whims.

She drew him into another deep kiss. She then shifted their bodies, rolling him over onto his back so that she was on top, straddling his waist. His manhood remained inside her still-throbbing pussy. He’d held back in the interest of making her first test satisfying, but he had desires of his own. He sought that same release. She sensed that and, taking a queue from his earlier approach, began the sexual dance.

“Relax, my lover,” Serenity told him in a caring, affectionate tone. “I’m going to do it nice and slow. I want you to have this. I want you to enjoy it.”

Now in a daze of his own, Bryan watched as she moved her hips and rocked her body in an erotic display that sent him further down the path of ecstasy. Serenity must have really analyzed her database on sexual positions and mechanics because she rode him with the skill of an experienced, dedicated lover.

She didn’t just work her womanhood along his length and let the hot tightness of female flesh do all the work. She was emotive with her gestures, pawing his chest and swaying her body as though it were a performance. It gave something personal to their intimacy, a feature that a robot could mimic, but not create.

What Serenity created through her steady, thorough movements was nothing short of amazing. As he admired the show, he held onto her hips and let the ecstasy come to him.

“Serenity…oohhh Serenity!” he moaned. “I’m getting close! I’m going to come! I’m going to…come!”

“Yes, my lover…my companion,” she said, leaning over and caressing his face.

Under her affectionate case, her hips still moving in accord with his, Bryan finally reached that special threshold. Then, he crossed it and the test could finally conclude.

It was as powerful and satisfying as any man could hope for. As soon as he felt his manhood tense in preparation for his release, Serenity ceased her movements and embraced him closer. Bryan buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her synthetic flesh as he moaned out in ecstasy at the feeling of his release.

It was intense.

It was hot.

It was ecstasy made real.

This was the ultimate feeling that he sought to pursue with robot companions. A sex robot could help anyone get a good orgasm, but only a robot companion could make it feel intimate, passionate, and fulfilling. As he soaked in the feeling, his biological flesh still entwined with Serentiy’s synthetic depths, he kissed her one more time on the lips to cap off the test. It was, by every measure and then some, a major success.

“You are an amazing companion, Serenity,” he told her.

“By default, that makes you an amazing creator, Bryan,” said Serenity with an affectionate smile.

“And you’ve got a sense of humor, too. That’s a nice bonus.”

“Something you can charge extra for, I suppose.”

They shared another laugh before kissing again and settling into the post-coital afterglow, which might as well have been a supplemental part of the test. Bryan withdrew his penis from her vagina, her flesh still warm and tender from their passion. Robot or not, flesh was still flesh and she lingered in their shared warmth.

As he caught his breath, she laid down next to him, curling up by his side and resting her head on his chest. She was still smiling, her eyes flashing briefly to indicate that there was still data to process. Based on everything they’d just experienced together, Bryan was certain that Serenity was ready.

“So what happens next?” she wondered. “I know what it means to be a companion. I know what it means to make love, share intimacy, and be affectionate. Where do I go from here?”

“Well, the hardest part is over. That, I can assure you,” Bryan said. “We’ve got all the data we need. We’re going to take some time to compile it. But for you, the only part you have to worry about is greeting your new companion.”

“I cannot wait to meet him, whoever he is,” Serenity said.

“You’ll be a great companion. That, I’m sure of,” he said to her. “In the meantime, just go into sleep mode. And when you wake up, you’ll be face-to-face with your new lover.”

“That sounds simple enough for me,” she said, already sounding like she was preparing for sleep. “I look forward to giving this man the love and intimacy he desires. But I feel compelled to ask…what about the women? According to my database, there are plenty of women in this world in need of companionship as well.”

Bryan just chuckled to himself. Already, Serenity was seeing the bigger picture. He and everyone else at Ideal Companions saw it too. They knew how they were going to make their mark in the world of sex, robots, and companionship. They did not intend to leave any part of the market unsatisfied.

“Don’t worry about that, Serenity,” Bryan assured her. “We’re going to take care of the women too.”

“You sound quite certain,” Serenity noted.

“Of course, I’m certain,” he said confidently. “After all, my wife is in charge of testing our male companions. And believe me…she’ll be every bit as thorough!”

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