Commission - Dead Betty
#7 of Commissions
A story commissioned by Imperial Owl feating his character and his secretary bird BEA <3
Bitching Betty was dead.
Forty years of service between himself and his dad, and the featureless robot had finally managed to crack its housing and blow a heatsink while rendering a scenario.
The owl sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, giving the almost skeletal hip of the robot a nudge. At first there was no reaction, but in a matter of moments the crack in the housing widened and something in the machine's core released a mortifying pop. What smoke drifted out of the rift was black and oily.
"Great." August said slowly, measuring himself, pacing his anger. A moment later he turned away from the wreck and headed towards his storage closet. The numerous scavenged components in one of the boxes wouldn't help at this point, he had been repairing Betty for the better part of five years. Never before had she erupted in a gout of smoke, which meant the prognosis wasn't likely to be a good one.
The owl sighed as his eyes locked with the large crate that was tucked against the wall of his closet. In the back, where nobody could see it, he had hidden the shameful purchase hoping that he'd never need to use it.
And yet here he was, needing to do so.
He grit his teeth in disgust as he approached the wood paneling. He grabbed a prybar from his collection of tools and went to work on it, pulling out the panel on the front shortly after setting it down on the floor. The loud screech of metal being ripped out of wood filled his small apartment,terminating once the large panel of wood had been torn free and placed against the wall.
Inside was the biggest regret of his life, a purchase made when he thought Betty had been dying, an a purchase that made the members of his crew chuckle for the following months. Only his six foot, eight inch height had managed to keep them silent, though he could still hear them chuckling whenever he left the lunch room.
They only realized how badly their sarcasm and snark had hurt them all when the jobs that came afterwards were either of a particularly violent and taxing nature or incredibly tiresome and boring. Still, the pay had been good, if not particularly exciting or honorable.
And here August was, ruffling his feathers with this hands once before slipping his fingers into the box, dipping down between the legs of an all-too-accurate woman made of plastics and metal. His claws found her power button between the lips of her sexual folds and pressed it once, holding it until, at last, the woman began to squirm and stir with life.
His sense of irony had dictated that he select the secretary bird to be his replacement for Betty, a fully autonomous female robot able to handle his paperwork and render his battles. His hormones had made him select a model with nice, heavy tits and a plump, wobbling ass, an ass that already made the heat blossom across his face.
The tall bird-like robot was a full foot taller than he was, and never allowed herself to be more than six feet away from him at any point in time. That, in turn, meant he had an eyeful of her tits so long as he was vaguely looking in her direction.
"Good morning master." She said softly, her hands folding against her stomach, her head dipping gently in a bow, "I hope I did not displease you. My chronometer indicates that I have been deactivated for half a year, and my internal battery supply is low."
He grunted, turning his head to the side. To have an android apologize to him felt strange, forced, "I mean, my fault. I got you as a replacement for Betty and I decided to pick up a sex model body for you."
"Betty? The Arcelon Technology android that you were working on previously?" She turned her head and saw her predecessor laying on the ground. The smoke had mostly dissipated, but a few streaming trails of it clung to the crevasse in its chassis, a break in the surface that the secretary bird looked deep into out of curiosity, "Oh dear. A failed CPU, fused heatsinks and fans, and so many other flaws. I suppose you had no choice but to wake me up. I'll download the files you need, master"
"Ageha!" August shouted, a desperate attempt to stop her. A moment later her hands sliced through the remaining components, freeing the CPU a moment before she pulled on a thread-thin connector that spooled from her lower back.
Her toned, soft-plated ass acted as a perfect shelf for the drive to rest on top of as she turned back to her owner, "Yes master?"
For a moment the massive, well-built owl was exasperated. He ran his hands through his headfeathers as though the source of his aggravation should be self-apparent. When she said nothing in response, only stared at him as if requesting input, he sighed and shuffled the remains of poor, broken Betty into a trash bag.
As he did so, the machine that he hoped to replace her was stumbling as she made her way to her chair, bumping into objects before collapsing against the plush of his couch, "Apologies master. I'm at less than five percent power. If possible, please recharge me directly through my diodes? A charging kit should be available in my packaging."
August rolled his eyes at the needy AI, making his way back over to her box while muttering about how he had suddenly become a maid. Grabbing the power supply, securing it to an outlet in the wall, he spun the other ends of the device in his hands. He idly amused how similar they were to jumper cables before clamping one onto the woman's partitioned metallic feathers, roughly where her ear would be.
The moment that he attached the other side, the woman's back arched against the upholstery as an erotic moan of bliss erupted from her open beak.Her talons flexed as her eyes closed, and as her spine went rigid, every bit of her body squirming in a frantic display of exotic excitement.
Before August could get away, a hand lashed out and secured itself around his wrist. Idly, the owl considered the wisdom in trying to help someone drowning as he was tugged down atop the woman's body. His head was quickly wedged between her breasts, his brown feathers contrasting the lilac purple of her soft plating.
August, in his misfortune, had failed to cover himself before opening her crate. Considering the heat that Betty produced on a normal day, he had opted to roam around his room and office in the nude until a client attempted to contact him. His naked flesh against her breasts provided no protection against the high voltage coursing through her body, the soft pop of static electricity against his feathers and flesh making his fingers and toes curl of their own accord.
Thankfully there was no pain, only the continued pops as electricity reached out to meet his body, to force his muscles to twinge and jerk against the machine that so obviously enjoyed herself on his couch.
Her moans filled his ears as she tried to look him in the eyes, an eyelid drooping while her tongue hung from her open beak. Every jerk and spasm made that oral muscle waggle about, made her thighs flex and contract with blissful desire. Before he could say anything, August felt his hardened cock press against her pussy, the tiny static jolts making his testes tingle and his hips saw against her loins.
Somehow, Ageha was continuing to read through Betty's files. A small green light strobed as she quickly copied and isolated data, skimming through it with her internal components while her master continued to jump and thrust against her body. After a moment her eyes lit up with a wide, almost drunken grin, "Oh my! It seems my master has a crush on a gold-skinned big-titted bitch!"
A red haze clouded August's cheeks as the robot shrieked in joy, her mischievous laughter filling the air with ridicule until, at last, his hands secured around her neck and started to squeeze. As a machine she didn't need to breathe, but the sensation of two big, strong, masculine hands around her electrified throat made her eyes roll back in her head. Her sex clenched as her insides rippled, her talons digging into her master's upholstery as her womanhood squeezed like a vice.
The warm, wet splatter of her juices against his ballsack told him just how much she enjoyed his ministrations, how much she savored having his fingers attempt to squeeze the life out of her. As a living machine, she was a slave to sensation, and the tightness in her chest and her loins was spurred on by the ways his fingers could torture her, the ways his claws punctured the soft epidermal plating that protected her throat.
It had been that fascination that had originally allowed him to trap her in her original shipping crate. She wanted to try sensory deprivation, to be isolated and sealed away from the world. It was that desire that gave August the opportunity to press her power button and shut her down the first time, and it seemed that she had not realized how mean his intentions were, or perhaps even that she did not care.
All she cared about was the bliss spreading through her limbs, the perverse pleasure of being thrust against by her master, of feeling her owner's attention fully devoted to her form. Even if he wanted to break her, the intensity of his glare made her quim tremble in bliss.
His hips drew back at that moment, the belly of his bestial cock dragging through her lower lips and forcing her juices to dribble upon the floor and his couch. He adjusted himself with a wiggle of his hips, then threw himself forward with a single, powerful thrust that slapped his heavy, aching ballsack against the machine's plump ass. Another firm heave into her body made the secretary bird squeal in bliss, her tailfeathers ruffling as she was lifted from the couch cushion, then dropped back down onto her soft, plushy derriere.
She was panting like an animal as she looked into her master's eyes, her beak spread in a delirium-riddled smile while her feet curled in exasperation. The way her master's hands released from her neck made her whimper in confused bliss, the pressure of his grip having left a wondrously terrible series of bends in her external plating. A tender touch of one finger against her synthetic flesh was enough to make the android scream and squirm and convulse in satisfaction, her inner walls clamping and squeezing over the fat dick lodged inside.
In an instant, the owl's hands descended upon the woman's soft titflesh, squeezing the pliant flesh and jamming his thumbs into her nipples. In an instant the electricity that coursed between her feathered head dipped down and into her chest, coursing between her nipples and tingling his arms as sparks of electric feedback worked up and down his android's body.
She screamed as her audio unit suffered a minor malfunction, drawing out the shrill tone into a crackling, buzzing mess. One hand leapt from her chest and secured around her beak, forcing it closed and turning her head to the side. Ageha shuddered as she felt the muscles in her neck strain from the treatment, as she felt her master suddenly plunge inside her with enough force to penetrate her cervix. Her free tit slapped her in the chin before smacking against her chest once more.
In that moment, the force of her blissful pleasure assaulted every inch of her brain, the electricity coursing through her body shorting out and traveling directly into her robotic cortex. The smell of ozone followed a wonderfully lethal pop of electricity, smoke billowing from her ears as her owner flipped her onto her chest.
Her vision filled with haze as she felt his beak sink into her neck, as she felt his hands on her hips. His talons penetrated her flesh, raking through her skin as he fucked her like an animal, as he ravaged her insides and made her loosely-hanging head sink between the arm rest and the cushion. Again and again he slammed his hips home, forcing her down as he stood over her, as he placed both hands on the back of his couch and slammed his full body weight down onto her form.
She bent as something in her body creaked and popped, as the rough pounding forced springs to punch through the fabric around her. Again and again she took the slam of her master's hips, her entire body convulsing as orgasm after orgasm powered its way through her insides.
Finally, her master had had enough. His bestial, animalistic growls filled her ears as he pushed into her, as his fat ballsack slapped against her clitoris and ground into that tender cherry.
The way August's cock flexed was enough to make the android shut down, her automatic routines taking over as her eyes blanked to a solid, dark blue, a sight that her master was unable to see as he trembled atop her thoroughly ravaged body. His urethra visibly distended as his load built within his cock, stretching the toned plating over her abdomen, making a visible impression of his malehood inside her before his seed forced its way out.
Thick, sloppy strings of his semen poured through her pussy, coating her walls as her system struggled in vain to reset, as the machines inside her worked desperately to repair her brain damage. The continued shocks of electricity to her neural network only made her barely conscious of the seed that filled her, the wonderful stickiness that worked its way over her artificial womb and forced its way deeper and deeper towards her prosthetic ovaries. Her guttural, fractured moans buzzed within the depths of the ruined couch as the excess emission backed up in her tunnel and spurted from her folds.
August barely cared as he felt the thick wads of his seed rush over his balls and join the broken wood and upholstery under his feet.
It had taken less than an hour for August's sexual rage to recede.
It had taken another three hours for Ageha to right herself, to pull her head out of the debris and preen through her artificial feathers.
Every moment she spent cleaning herself, she also avoided her owner's gaze. Her cheeks were a rosy, almost childish red whenever she looked in his general direction, and August often found himself talking more to her hands as she covered her face in embarrassment.
Eventually, August had had enough, his hands lashing out to pull hers away, "You make it very hard to talk to you."
"I'm sorry master." The artificial woman said softly. Her voice was breathy, distant, as though she was speaking through a dream, "I had no idea you were so passionate. And pent up. I can still feel it seeping out of me."
August tried not to look down, though doing so was pointless. He could feel the warmth of his ejaculate against his leg as the massive puddle on his ruined couch grew larger and larger.
He tried his best to focus on more professional things, "Look, can you provide me the possible attack plans? Betty would have done so by now."
The secretary bird hend her hands to her mouth in almost shock, "Oh? You wanted them now? I completed them while you were choking me. Though, if you really, really want them I think you'll have to pry them out of me"
Anger flared in the owl once more, his bestial hands gripping her shoulders, "I'm going to do more than that."
"Oh! Yes master!"