Androgynous Robot Fox
Listen to the Unsheathed podcast, seen here (http://www.kyellgold.com/kkcast/unsheathed.rss), since those bastards decided to give me this story idea. Damn foxes and otters. Also, the idea is that the fox is neither male nor female, but since Yif-- ah, SoFurry won't let me submit it without a gender tag, I put down all three.
"Well, if your pants aren't really off, then I'm not really giving you this blowjob."
It seemed impossible, but that sentence made about as much sense as the situation itself. I had fallen backward against a wall, leaning hard against it in order to hold myself up. It was hard to do that with just your arms, though, since my legs were becoming weaker by the second. Maybe it was because of this that I was clinging to the absurd reasoning that my pants were not off, or down, or anywhere else other than on my legs even though I could see them a few feet away. But it knew my real feelings, try as I might to push them down further, even in the face of the onslaught it was giving me.
I looked away from my fallen clothing and focused on my attacker. It had been delivered to my door in an unmarked box. The delivery guy was impatient to unload it, and it didn't cost me anything, so I took the package and opened it. When I first saw what was inside, I got scared. I thought somebody had mailed me a body or something. But when I took a closer look, it just looked still. Weird as it sounds, I just didn't get a "dead" vibe from it. That, and it felt a little warm, and didn't really have a smell or anything. It looked like a fox.
I cleared out more of the packing stuff, and I saw a manual for one of those android or robot thingys. Saw them being advertised on TV as the perfect household assistant. Seemed more like a maid for someone who didn't wanna pay anybody. Still, why somebody would want to make it like some kinda fox was weird. Maybe it was some kinda furry thing, and I couldn't really tell if it was a male or female model. Still, I kinda had to admire it a little. Fox or not, it looked well-made.
That wasn't the important thing, though. The important thing was calling the delivery company and getting them to take this thing back. It wasn't mine and was really of no use to me; I can clean my own place just fine. When I finally got the number to those guys, they seemed to think the fact that I signed for it made it mine. What happened to customer service?
"Look, I just want to return it to whoever owns it," I told them.
"Sir, you signed for it. That means that it's yours, the... whatever it is."
"But I don't want it, it's not mine!"
"There any way I can convince you otherwise, honey?"
I'm generally not an excitable guy. But when a stranger suddenly talks to you, then is wrapping their arms around you, that's bound to make a guy jump, I don't care who you are. I half-turned, and there was the fox-thing, looking up at me. Who the fuck turned it on? And why did it look... cute? "I can be yours if you want," it said again, and then I shook my head and went back to the phone.
"Look, just send somebody out here to pick this thing up, alright?" They started to say something else, but then the fox was suddenly tweaking my nipple and I killed the call. I already gave them all of my information, so they just need to do something about it. Like how I need to do something about this damn fox-thing. "The hell are you doing?" I demanded.
The fox looked embarrassed. "You look upset and stressed. I wanna help you out." I felt the paws (or hands or whatever) drift downwards toward my waist. "And I got a good idea to help you out," he went on, and what I could see of it's face was a devious smile.
I turned around and then went to remove the fox's hands from my belt. "Stop that! I don't need your help! I'm just fine-- what the fuck?" I had looked down at this point, and saw that my pants were already clear of my body somehow, and caught a glimpse of the fox tossing away the garment. I got scared at this point. It was a little unreal the speed with which the fox-thing was digging out my erection. I stumbled backward a few steps, and it went with me, not letting go.
"It's not hard," the fox-bot complained, before extending what looked like a tongue, licking at my balls while his hand (paw?) squeezed and stroked me. This wasn't happening. Things had accelerated so rapidly that... this just COULDN'T happen. I mean, seriously! Robot or not, these things are supposed to obey commands, right? I started to feel myself get hard. I was trapped against a wall. Pushing myself harder against the wall got me nowhere, but I did it anyway, feeling paralysed by my budding erection.
"This isn't happening," I said out loud, starting to sweat from... fuck if I know at this point. "A robot-fox-thing did not just take off my pants," I went on, averting my face from what was most assuredly happening in front of me.
"Well, if your pants aren't really off, then I'm not really giving you this blowjob," it said, and its warm, wet mouth or muzzle or whatever was wrapped around my cock. Its eyes were gold, I noted absurdly. It has golden eyes. They're pretty. My legs felt weaker by the moment, and the fox was doing a good job at shattering my feeble declarations. Fucking smart aleck machines.
I continued to look down at it in defiance of the reality I wanted to create for myself, and felt its tongue slide under and around my shaft. Its muzzle-mouth-thing bobbed up and down, as well, twisting and moving every which way. Jeez. This thing was good at giving blowjobs. Yes, it was a machine, and obviously some kind of sex machine, but still, I was getting close pretty damn fast and that embarrassed me a little. Though I could get away with blaming the fox, so I'm going to do that, the fucker.
It was around here that I just sorta accepted what was happening. The fox-thing was intent on getting me off, and it was good at it, and I found I had switched between holding back in order to deny this thing my orgasm to holding back to extend the feeling. I moaned. I was sweating, and I moaned, and it felt good to let go like that. I had grabbed onto the fox's head to hold him, and he seemed to go with it. Maybe even relish the feeling. I don't know, it's a machine.
Finally, I ended up tightening up all over and then I was gone. I actually lifted my hips into it, hands tightening on its furry head, while I spent myself in its mouth. I had to admit it was kinda hot, having a fox blow you. It swallowed or... something, and the surprising amount of cum it had coaxed from me went somewhere. In the meantime, I ended up slumping to the ground on my ass, feeling confused and sated.
It leaned forward and licked my cheek, and I just kinda let it do that. "You know, you can keep me if you really want to. All you need is 10 easy payments of $59.99." It grinned, and I thought I could see something mischevious in it. Great. It was a fucking advertisement.
"So what do you say?" it asked again. "I have many features, all dedicated to making you feel really good, no matter what you're into."
So on a scale of 1 to 10, how pathetic is it that I was really tempted to go for my credit card?