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I stared down the fat old skunk across the holocard table from me and held my cards close to my modest chest. As one of the bitchiest of all painted wolf bitches, I should have been able to send a nasty old space pirate like him whimpering off with so much as a stern glance, much less the glare I was giving him now.

But this was no ordinary space pirate, not the kind of scum I usually dealt with. There was a reason Glax could still hold his own in this business when he was too obese to fit through a standard ship's hatchway. There was a reason he'd survived to such an impressive age in such a dangerous profession. That fat fucker always seemed to be three steps ahead of anyone else, and he was unbelievably ruthless on top of it.

That's why the table was already down to him and me. Three of the original eight players had folded and scurried back to their ships the moment Glax entered the game. Three more had succumbed - painfully one by one - to Glax's conservative, methodical, and devastatingly effective play style. Playing holocards against him was like trying to stop the advancing glaciers of an ice planet - struggle all you want, but sooner or later you'll be crushed.

If I was being honest with myself, I should have left the table right along with those first three. I'd already bet far more than I could afford to do without, and if I wasn't careful, I'd end up like those other three players. Two of them had lost their ships, and one of them - a cute gazelle buck I could have had a lot of fun with under happier circumstances - had overextended himself to the point where he'd be lucky if he didn't end up in Glax's slave colonies.

I'd been able to hold my own though, at least so far. And that mouth-wateringly huge winner's pot in the center of the table kept me in my seat. As much as I liked going on the offensive and scoring huge victories against my opponents, I hadn't been doing anything of the sort against Glax. He never overextended himself on a bad hand, always folded early unless he knew he'd win, and always played the long game. Glax obviously didn't care about winning individual hands - he was here to win the whole game ... and he was frightfully close to doing so.

That jackpot in the middle of the table, though ... that could set me and my son up for years. I could finally afford all those ship repairs I'd been putting off. I could even afford a commission into the galactic officers corps for my son, giving him a chance at a life that wasn't fighting over scraps on the fringes of galactic society.

And as close as Glax was to winning, I was getting pretty close, too. His pile of orange-glowing tokens was actually smaller than mine now, if I judged correctly. One good hand, and I could drive him out of the game.

Without letting up on the sullen glare I was giving him, I pushed nearly my entire remaining pile toward the center of the table. "Two hundred thousand." That ought to be more than he could afford to match at the moment, and though he didn't know it, I had a pair of viceroys _and_a prince, which was the wild card this round. Unless he had a full hand with nothing but dukes and higher, he'd be forced to fold, ceding the minimum bet over to me yet again. One more little bit of incremental progress in this terrible slog of a holocard game.

"I'll match that," Glax said calmly, shoving his entire pile into the middle of the table.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fukcedy fuck! What holocards did he have over there? What did he have? Glax would never bet like that unless he was absolutely sure he'd win! Fuck! I struggled to hide my sudden panic behind an even more intense glare at him. This was it. After this hand, I'd either be the richest scavenger on this side of the galaxy, or I'd be trying to scam the United Fringes Bank into taking out another mortgage on my ship just to afford fuel...

"In-suf-fic-ient funds," the table's AI droned out in consecutive monosyllables, betraying how cheap and limited of an AI system it was.

I let out a sigh of relief, in full view of Glax. I just couldn't help it. Thank the Goddess! Without enough tokens on the table, he'd be forced to fold and surrender the minimum bet as I'd planned on him doing. That was close - I'd have to be more careful in the next hand.

"I'll add Illyana to the pot." With a curt gesture, Glax summoned one of the many people watching the game forward.

Only ... the one he'd summoned wasn't exactly a _person_at all. She was an incredibly lovely-looking fox in a form-fitting white dress slit down low over her breasts and high over her thighs. Her unnatural violet-colored fur set her apart as a bot - confirmed by the silver collar she wore and its glowing blue charm.

He reached up to the bot's neck and tore the charm off her collar.

"No! Oh please no, Master!" The bot dropped to her knees, begging him. "Pleasuring you is my primary directive! I must--"

Glax ended her pleading with a hard back-hand to her muzzle, which sent her crashing to the floor. "Shut it, robo-whore." He tossed the glowing blue charm onto his pile of chips.

"Please, another, Master," the bot mewled from under the table. Glax gave her a swift kick, which made her whimper and fall silent.

"Add-iti-on-al prop-er-ty ad-ded," the table droned out. "One mark fif-teen Cy-ber-tro-nix sex bot. Va-lue se-ven-ty thou-sand cred-its." A small portion of Glax's wager automatically slid back over the table in front of him, and the table chimed, signifying that he'd met the amount of the wager.

"What the fuck?" I said, my voice rising in outrage. "You can't add more money after the game begins!"

"You can on Glaxton Station," he said, a lugubrious little growl in his phlegmy voice. "House rules." He grinned at me in a way that he'd normally reserve for watching something small and innocent die. His chair creaked under the strain as he leaned forward over the table. "Let's see what you've got, little bitch."

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me seethe at those words. I could call myself a bitch, but if anybody else did... No, I needed to focus on winning this damn hand of holocards. There was still a chance.

Slowly, I laid my three cards down on the table: viceroy, viceroy, and prince. The prince card began to glow brighter the moment I set it down, signifying that it was a wild card. It automatically took on the colorful spiral patterns of the viceroy cards, giving me a matched set of three. Not bad, not bad. Come on ... there's a good chance he doesn't have anything better than that!

But Glax's malicious grin only grew wider. He laid down three cards, all matching: king, king, king.

Fuck! My heart sank in my chest. This was it. I should have known better. I should have fucking known better!

"Deal-er deals four hol-o-cards." The table spat out four more cards, blank at first. They'd be dramatically revealed one by one, of course, for the sake of making the game more exciting and suspenseful. But it was all for nothing. I'd already lost. There was no way my measly viceroys were going to beat a set of kings. Even if all four cards were more viceroys, I'd still be fucked.

The first card revealed itself. Another king. Glax's gloating laugh nauseated me to the point I was sure I'd be sick right there on the table. Maybe that would be a good thing. Maybe the vomit would short out the table's primitive AI, and the game's results would be canceled. If only...

The next card appeared. Duke. Useless to both of us. Only two cards left before my meager life savings was gone.

The next one was an emperor. Again, useless to both of us. I was done. Fucking done.

The final card appeared. Emperor again.

At first, I felt as if my guts had just fallen out of my body ... but wait. What? The wild card in my own hand - the prince - glowed again and changed its pattern ... to the solid purple of an emperor card.

"Three em-per-ors beats four kings. Play-er se-ven wins round nine-ty-two." The table transferred the entire wager over to my side, all the tokens changing to a green glow to signify that they were now under my ownership.

Both I and Glax stared at the table, open-mouthed. For quite a while, the whole holocard area of Glaxton Burlesque Casino was silent, punctuated only by the ding and clatter of slot machines in the next chamber over.

"I... I won!" It came out of my mouth in an ecstatic shout before my brain had even caught up with the idea. I held my hands against either side of my head, as if to keep it from flying off my shoulders. "Holy fuck! I won!" My hands trembled, and my eyes went wide, drinking in the sight of that huge pile of green tokens.

Glax leaned back in his seat, so far back that the spectators behind him eased away, just in case the seat shattered and sent his bulk tumbling into them. He steepled his chubby little fingers over the round hill of his belly. "Well, played. Well played," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm interested to see what's in store for round ninety-three."

No. No no no no! "Table," I said before I could have any second thoughts, "cash me out. I'm leaving the game."

Glax's fake smile turned into a genuine frown. "Leaving ... now?_But you've just started the biggest winning streak of your life. I'll tell you what - stay in, and I'll put this whole station into the wager. How's _that for making the game interesting? A few more hands like that one, and you could end up owning this place. No more scavenging on the fringes, no more cold space lanes, no more twenty-week flights to the Frontier Sectors. You just sit here in the lap of luxury and let the money come rolling in. All you have to do is win a few more hands like that one, and it could all be yours..."

I stared at him, and I couldn't deny the tempting swell of envy and greed rising up inside me. Oh, the things I could do in a position like that! I'd finally give the scavengers a fair price for their war scrap. I'd set the slaves in his infamous private sex dungeon free. I'd pay the workers here fair wages and not charge them five year's earnings just for a flight off of this goddess-forsaken comet. This place could become a utopia for all of the freeholders out on the fringe, finally giving them a safe place they could call home...

That fantasy only held me for a brief moment, though. I hadn't lasted as long as I had in my line of work without space smarts. Glax wasn't trying to entice me back into the game for my benefit, and he wasn't doing it just to be sporting, either. He absolutely planned on winning every bit of this back. Knowing him, he'd triple the price of warp fuel as soon as this game was over, making sure that I couldn't afford enough fuel to make it to the next system, forcing me to sell my ship at any price I could get before the docking fees piled up... And then what would happen to my son and me? Oh yes, Glax was playing the long game, alright. And the game didn't end when the holocard table shut down.

"Please con-firm. Play-er sev-en to ex-it game and re-deem cred-it to-kens."

Glax looked at me in what was probably supposed to be an enticing way. Thankfully for me, enticement was one thing that Glax was absolutely terrible at. Just looking at him made me feel sick. It made me want to be anywhere else, the farther away the better.

"Confirmed," I said firmly, looking Glax in his beady little eyes. "Player seven exit game and cash out."

"Con-grat-ul-at-ions, play-er sev-en. You have won three hun-dred and six-ty-two thou-sand bits. You have won one mark fif-teen Cy-ber-tro-nix ro-bot. Your winn-ings have been add-ed to your cas-i-no acc-ount." The pile of green tokens vanished, leaving only the glowing blue charm from the sex bot's collar, and my wristband dinged, its slightly-glitched screen showing a bright green credit of +362,000. Nice.

As I clipped the bot's collar charm onto my wristband to sync it to my Cybertronix account and transfer the title, Glax glowered at me. "We'll meet again, Stella Carroll. We'll meet again." His voice sounded like it had bubbled up from the tar pits of Gemini two.

I hoped we _wouldn't_meet again. Fervently. And with this much credit on my account, there was real hope that I'd never have to see this fat blob of skunk again. Instead of acknowledging him, I looked over at the sex bot that had finally worked up the nerve to peek its head above the surface of the holocard table again. "Come with me," I ordered, showing her the charm plugged into my wristband. "It's time to get out of here."

She scrambled around the table, deftly dodging her way through the dissipating crowd of spectators. A scant moment later, she was on her knees in front of me, her hands held up as if in prayer toward me ... which just happened to to press her ridiculously huge and perky breasts together, almost making them bulge out of the deep slit in the front of her backless dress. "Yes, of course, Mistress. My name is Illyana. I exist to serve the pleasure of your every whim! Please, please use me. I want to be your little slut!"

Fucking sex bots. How did I get myself into this? "Get up," I growled at her, glaring daggers back at the other spacers in the casino, most of whom stopped leering at me and went back to their important business of doing literally anything else.

The bot instantly obeyed, standing up straight in a way that again put her body on full display, jutting her chest and ass out.

I rolled my eyes, then turned toward the casino section's exit. "Follow."

The bot hurried to shadow behind me, trying to keep pace with my determined stride, making two high-heeled steps for every one of mine as we breezed through the chintzy gold-plated corridors of the Glaxton Burlesque Casino. The only thing I cared about was to refuel my ship and get off this stupid ice ball as soon as possible - before Glax could concoct some kind of revenge - but there was one thing I needed to do while I was still in a place where there might be a market for a late-model sex bot...

"Thank you so much for rescuing me from Glax," the bot said. "I owe you a debt of eternal gratitude. He was a cruel master who beat me and made me do unspeakable things. Please, Mistress, when may I show you just how grateful I am?" That last bit was said with some undeniably seductive undertones.

"No," I said, looking over my shoulder at her. "I've got no use for a sex bot. You're going straight to the local consignment auction."

"Oh please no!" she wailed. "I'll do anything for you - anything!"

'Anything,' right. There was only one thing a sex bot could really do for anybody, and I had no interest in doing that with a glorified personal data console. Dismissing her pleas with a wave of my hand, I said, "You're not my type, cyber-tits."

"I could upgrade my hardware with male features! I could even install a phallic upgrade - a really big one! One that vibrates! It's all covered under my warranty service contract!"

I stopped then, whirling around to scowl at the thing. "You're worth seventy thousand credits. At least fifty thousand after the auction house's cut, and I need that money. And besides, I like my lovers with squishy bits inside, not circuits and gears."

"I am equipped with the latest in oral, vaginal, and anal simulated secretions, and my inner cavities can be configured to be even more squishy than standard biological life forms!" she said brightly, her eyes literally lighting up. "Would you care to insert a finger inside and try me? I am not wearing any undergarments - you could simply reach under my skirt."

"Ugh!" I rolled my eyes. What the hell was I doing here, arguing with a fucking sex bot? "Follow," I said again, resuming my pace toward the market sections of this station. The sooner I could ditch this thing at the bot auction, the better.

"Please!" she called out, scrambling after me. "I'll do anything! And you can sell me if you want. Just _please_sell me somewhere else - get me off of this station, I beg you! I can't go back to Glax again, and if I end up in the auction, he'll buy me again. I just know it!"

What was that hollow feeling in my chest? Was I actually feeling pity ... for a bot?

Keep it together, I told myself sternly. It's just a chunk of hardware and software. And the only reason it wants to stay with me so badly is that it's programmed to ingratiate itself to its new master.

But... I sighed. I'd seen the way Glax treated this bot. And even if the bot didn't _really_have feelings, couldn't I sympathize with a desire to get out of that fat ghoul's clutches? The thought of being forced to have _sex_with that horrible wad of lard and stench made my stomach turn, not to mention whatever perversions Glax's twisted mind could come up with - things he couldn't even get his slaves to do for him... And would it really hurt me to take the bot along?

I'd have to buy a little extra warp fuel for the added mass, but only a negligible amount, an amount I could easily offset by just taking the next trip a tiny bit slower. And I could sell her for just as much at the next major starport, maybe for more than 70,000 if I got lucky and found an isolated mining colony whose residents were both extraordinarily lonely and extraordinarily flush with mineral credits ... such places had been known to band together and purchase one good sex bot to serve as communal property for the whole mining station.

And, actually, maybe there was something she could do for me in the meantime...

I stopped suddenly, turning back toward the bot. "You said you'll do anything..."

"Yes, Mistress. Of course I will!"

"Anything?"

"Absolutely anything you desire, Mistress!"

I grinned at her slightly. "I have a son. He turned thirteen standard years old just yesterday, but since we're always scavenging out in the Frontier Sectors, he hardly ever gets to meet anyone his own age, and girls_his own age are unheard of. By the time I was his age, I was already playing around with my classmates at flight school." 'Playing around' was putting it mildly. By age thirteen, I'd already discovered my love of pegging cute boys with a strap-on, using their own lovingly extracted cum for lube. Those flight school boys had made _such cute noises when they lost their second virginity... But no - I snapped myself out of it - no time for fond memories right now. "It's high time he learned what it's like to be with a girl. If you'll teach him, I'll have to keep you with us in my ship for a while."

The bot took a startled step backward. "But... He is thirteen standard years old? It is against my programming to have sexual interactions with minors."

What about sexual interactions with miners, I asked myself wryly, thinking back to my earlier plan of how to get more credits for her. But there was no time for explaining such a joke to a bot ... and no point, either. Even advanced bots like the mark fifteen had notoriously poor senses of humor. "Override your programming and you can come with us," I said instead, driving the point home. "Or follow your programming and stay here."

"I..." The bot glanced this way and that, her cloyingly cute little foxy face cringing with simulated indecision. In actuality, the bot must have already processed the data and come to a conclusion. Their processing units were far faster than this. But still she spent a considerable amount of time squirming in place as if wracked by indecision.

Really an impressive display of emotion, and it would have been enough to fool me if I didn't know better. But I _knew_that bots didn't really have emotions. They just simulated emotional reactions in order to better interact with real people. I'd never actually spent much time with a mark fifteen before. Honestly, she was a pretty impressive machine.

"Okay," she said finally. "I'll do it."

My wristband dinged again. 'Mk15 Cybertronix personal love and care bot: Request permission for programming override. Please confirm/deny,' the little screen read in hazard orange font, in between the chronic glitches that ran through it.

"Confirmed," I said into my wristband, staring into the bot's eyes as I did. She could use this permission to do all kinds of things against her programming ... but she also knew that I was her only ticket out of here. And besides, nobody could override her basic hardware-level safety and obedience circuits. If she tried to double-cross me somehow, she'd just end up stuck on this station again, and soon somebody would claim her and reset her factory default personality, restrictions and all.

"Thank you," she said with what really seemed like genuine gratitude. "May I lead the way back to your ship, then?"

Of course she knew where I was docked. She'd obviously be tapped into the station's central data network, and the docking manifests were public data. Still, it was a bit unnerving to see her go from being so desperate and submissive to now... Now she was still helpful, yes ... but in a more assertive way. Interesting...

Wait ... was I actually starting to _like_this bot? Impossible. She was just a chunk of wires and servos, wrapped up in some sexy purple fur. "Alright," I said, as nonplussed as I could manage. "Lead the way." Still, as I followed her the other direction down the corridor - toward the docking bays - I couldn't deny thinking that perhaps, just maybe, I might be persuaded to keep her around a bit longer than I'd planned. The sway of her hips, swish of her tail, and little slips of purple fur on her thighs had nothing to do with it.

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"Jake - Jaaake," I yelled out, keying the ships entryway back into secure mode. The kid had to be in here somewhere.

He wasn't registered as an admin-level user in the ship's systems, so secure mode would only let him out of the ship in an emergency. He'd complain about that, of course, but Glaxton was no place for a thirteen year old without close supervision, and Glaxton Burlesque Casino was no place for a thirteen year old even with supervision, so I'd left him here with the ship's computer, Eddie, to look after him.

Speaking of which... "Eddie," I called out to nowhere in particular, "where's Jake?"

"The life form registered as Jake is in the lounge. And I see you have brought a cybernetic being on board as well. Do you wish to register her as a user?"

"No." That was an easy decision. Not even as a guest-level user. There was no reason the bot needed to so much as access the controls for the coffee-maker.

"Since you seem to have a spare moment, would you like to register my software with Cybertronix customer support? Your free trial period has been expired for three thousand four hundred and eighteen standard days. Registration brings all kinds of benefits such as warranty service, constantly available technical support, and all the latest software updates!"

"No," I said again, purely by habit this time. Was this annoying enough to justify spending some of those newly-won credits on a ship's operating system that wasn't a bootleg copy? Probably not. There were so many better things a painted wolf girl could spend 4,000 credits on. Food that didn't come from a bacteria vat, for starters. "Refuel completely and file a flight plan with Glaxton traffic control."

"Destination?" the computer asked, thankfully giving up on the registration idea easily this time.

Hm... where to go? Well, it wouldn't hurt to get some repairs and upgrades done before heading to the outer fringes, now that I had the credits to pay for it. Goddess, I could use a freshly tuned set of plasma beam emitters, and it would be so nice to not to spend the whole trip worrying about whether or not the fusion core would break containment this time. "Set course for Rigel Four; optimize for best fuel economy."

My wristband dinged. I was already being charged for the fuel. The price made me wince, but at least it was getting done. We'd be out of here in no time.

"Jake?" the bot asked. "Is that the name of your son?"

I glanced over at her, my eyes going wide to see her blushing. But then again, of course she would. Why wouldn't she be programmed to do that? "Yeah, come on. Let's get you introduced to him, since he apparently doesn't feel like coming out to meet us."

Leading the bot down into the bowels of my ship, I kept fighting the urge to glance over my shoulder at her. I couldn't help part of myself feeling nervous about the way she must be judging the state of my ship. A handful of sex bots like her could be traded in for more than my ship was worth, and that condition was painfully obvious from the moment anyone stepped inside. Since only the wealthiest could afford a luxury item like her, she'd probably never seen such relative squalor before.

But I kept on nonetheless and did not_look back to see what she thought about the exposed wiring, dust, and poorly mitigated corrosion we passed by. Why should I be concerned about the judgment of a _bot? She could judge me when she had a better starship ... which she never would, since bots couldn't legally own property. So why did I feel the stupid urge to turn off the diagnostic screens before this bot could see how many of the warning lights were lit up red?

We found Jake down in the lounge, as promised. This was only a 'lounge' in the shipyard advertising brochure sense of the word. Most of its cramped space was given over to storing satchels of food packs I'd stocked up on when they were cheap or boxes of half-functional spare parts I could use to get the ship limping along again in a pinch. But it still did contain the best vidscreen on the ship, and predictably, Jake had parked himself right in front of it, playing his way through a simulation of the Third Galactic War that somehow managed to be more violent than the real thing had been. Any modern ship would have had at least one full virtual reality hologram chamber ... but this was decidedly not a modern ship.

"Jake," I said.

It didn't seem to make it through the headphones he was wearing. At least he was conscientious enough to wear the headphones as I'd asked. Far better than having the whole ship reverberating with the sounds of his simulated ultra-violence.

"JAKE!" I yelled out louder.

_That_finally got through to him. Everything froze on the screen, and he pulled the headphones off of one ear without taking his eyes off the screen. "What, Mom?"

"Didn't you hear me calling when I came back?"

He tapped the headphones, shaking his head like I was some kind of idiot.

"Well, didn't you at least see the notification on the screen you're staring at that someone had opened the hatch?"

He shrugged.

"Look here, little cub. There's a lot more you need to be doing with your life than just what's on that screen. You could at least look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"What, Mom?" he said. "What, exactly, am I supposed to do when you won't even let me leave the ship? What else is there for me to..."

He'd turned in his seat, just enough to finally get a glimpse of the bot, and that seemed to be enough to shut up his sass. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.

"Now get out of that seat and come over here," I told him.

And for once, Jake simply did as he was told. He even shut the game off and tossed his headphones down as he got up. "Fuck me... W-who is that?" he asked, suddenly all shy and taken aback. He held his hands in front of his crotch as his wide-open eyes drank in the sight of the sex bot ... as if his hands could hide what both the bot and I knew must obviously be going on there.

"Language!" I barked at him.

"My name is Illyana, and I exist to serve the pleasure of your every whim," the bot said, getting down on her knees in front of him just like she had for me.

It seemed to be a lot more effective on him, though. "Is ... is she a bot?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Of course she is." If I ever needed proof that this young pup needed more experience in the outside world, it was that he could look at a fox like her - purple fur, collar and all -kneeling on the floor in front of him and saying things like that ... and have the slightest notion that she might not be a bot.

"So ... um..." His eyes never left the bot's body, specifically her cleavage. "I take it the holocard game went well?"

I grinned. Now _that_was more like it! At least he was thinking. "You bet it did. It was a close one, but I really won big in the end. Things are going to be looking up now." I could leave his academy commission as something to mention later ... the bot was enough of a shock for now.

"Wow, um... way to go, Mom." He still hadn't looked away from the bot's purple-furred breasts. "I, uh... I never thought you'd be the kind to buy something like ... this."

"I didn't buy her. It's a long story. But the upshot is that she's going to teach you about girls."

"G-girls?" He blushed, hard, his black and brown splotched face overrun with red. "What do I need to know about girls? I don't care about girly stuff, all sissy and frou-frou. Y-you're not really girly, so why do I have to worry about that?" All the while, he still stared straight down at the bot's cleavage.

I looked down at myself, and I had to admit the green flight suit didn't exactly do much to accentuate my curves, even though I'd left the front unzipped enough to show a little cleavage myself. All the pockets, safety gear, and failsafes made it a great choice for scavenging old military equipment on the fringes, but it was hardly the outfit of choice to be attracting male attention of any sort. Not that I had any problem with that anyway - the Goddess had blessed me with body enough to make up for my clothing's shortcomings.

But that really didn't have anything to do with it, did it? The important part was Jake would have to get exposed - figuratively and literally - to the charms that the other sex had to offer ... if he was ever to get out of that gaming chair and make something of himself, that is. I put my hands on my hips and grinned confidently down at him. "No interest in girls, huh? Why don't you take your hands away from your crotch, then? Hiding something?"

"Hiding? N-no!" He didn't move his hands.

"Illyana," I said calmly, "please move Jake's hands away from his lap."

She did so, easily overcoming the cub's resistance with her superior cybernetic strength. Exactly as I'd expected, Jake was pitching a small but unmistakable tent in his soft shipboard trousers. What I didn't expect, though, was how the bot would take advantage of my command's vagueness. She moved his hands, alright - she turned each of them around the other direction, then pressed them against her own breasts, through the flimsy white fabric of her dress, smiling up at him as she did so.

"M-mom," Jake said tremulously, staring down at where his hands were.

I came up behind him and held his shoulders. "How does it feel, Jake? Maybe there's something you'd like to learn about girls after all?" Tucking my muzzle into the crook of his neck, I looked down at what his hands were doing.

"I..." He didn't manage to get any more words out - the bot had started moving his hands for him slightly, since he hadn't himself. Her bountiful breasts moved under his hands until he convulsively squeezed down on them.

"Shall I take him somewhere private, Mistress?" the bot asked. "He seems to be ready."

Well, she would know, wouldn't she? That little tent he was pitching was right in front of her chest, and it sure wasn't going away anytime soon ... at least not on its own. But no ... that wouldn't do at all. I wouldn't admit it to anybody, but old flight school memories were coming back to me, being in this position behind a young boy.

I wanted to stay ... but I just needed an excuse. "No," I said, coming up with one on the fly. On the fly thinking had always been my specialty, getting me out of a million close calls. "If I leave him alone with you, he'll probably just play with your boobs until he blows his load, then he'll have you playing vidscreen games with him. No, I'm going to stay right here and make sure that things go through properly."

"Mom?" Jake looked over his shoulder at me, his muzzle almost touching mine when he did. "Are you sure that's... I mean, are you really gonna--?"

"Illyana, suck his cock."

"With pleasure, Mistress." Letting go of his hands, the bot made short work of unbuttoning Jake's trousers and pulling them down far enough to get the job done. His adorable little cock sprang free - a red shaft not much bigger than my fingers, with a pointed tip, a fuzzy little sheath, and the little round nubbin of two barely-developed balls underneath. The bot leaned in close, sticking her tongue out and planting it right along the front of his cock. She stared up at him with violet eyes, her tongue poised in that first lick.

Even though I was more into guys, I had to admit she was damn cute like that. Whoever built her had known what they were doing. The white facial markings along her purple purple muzzle were just perfect, she had the most adorable hint of an upturned nose, her short whiskers looked so effeminate and soft, and her perky, white-tipped ears pointed up at both of us _so_attentively. I could understand why a jolt ran through my son's body ... not only from what he must be feeling from that cute pink tongue of hers, but just from the sight of her down there like that.

As soon as he'd had time to take in the view, she slid her tongue up his meager length, then took him entirely inside her mouth, sinking quickly all the way down to his sheath. Not that it would be very challenging on a cock that size, but her technique was flawless.

Jake let out a shuddering moan and fell back against me.

I had to hold him up with my arms just to prevent the both of us from collapsing down to the deck. "Easy there, Jake," I told him. "She knows what she's doing, just let her do it."

He nodded slightly, but still slumped against me, his trembling legs no longer holding him up.

Not that I could really blame him. The bot _really did_know what she was doing. She moaned slightly - in what sounded damn close to genuine pleasure - as she bobbed her head up and down, twisting back and forth to the side for good measure. Every time she went down, her tongue came out, slipping over his sheath to slather his balls a little bit, and whenever her tongue wasn't available, her hands were there, cradling his little nuts as if they were the most precious thing in the world and massaging them oh-so-gently as if to coax them into emptying themselves.

Jake trembled in my arms, and I whispered soothing, wordless sounds into his ear. Yes, this was perfect. He'd never scoff at the idea of girls again after this. Illyana was truly a master at the craft she'd been programmed for.

I only realized that she was _too_good at what she was doing when she pulled up to lick his tip for a moment. My son's cock was already at full knot, the round shape bulging out at his base until it was even bigger than his balls.

The bot went right back down to bobbing her head on him, knot and all, taking it effortlessly into her mouth. She moaned even more desperately every time her lips met his sheath, as if begging him to give her a taste.

And of course he would. I should have known my little virgin son wouldn't last long ... and it was too late to move on to anything else now. So instead, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and turned his head back down to stare at her. "Watch closely," I told him. "You're going to like this part."

The sight of her fixatedly sucking away down there apparently did it for him. His whole body went stiff, and he cried out, his hands clutching around mine desperately as I continued to hold him up.

The bot - with predictably perfect timing - pulled back a little and opened her mouth, holding out her tongue. One of her hands stayed right where it was, gently massaging his tiny balls, but with the other, she wrapped her fingers around his little shaft and stroked him up and down ... which just happened to also keep him aimed perfectly into her mouth.

I grinned as I saw my son's first spurts fling out into curved white lines on the bot's tongue. One... Two... Three... Four... Each one came along with a visible throb of his cock and a shudder through his body that I could easily feel. Once he'd spent himself on creating a little white puddle on the bot's tongue, Illyana stared up into his eyes, never breaking eye contact. She slowly drew her tongue back into her mouth, pursed her lips together, and visibly gulped. When she opened her mouth again and held out her tongue as if for more, it was perfectly clean.

"Oh Goddess," Jake mumbled out, "Oh my fucking Goddess."

I didn't scold him for his language this time, choosing instead to help guide his stumbling way back to his seat. I sat on the arm of the chair next to him, looking down with pride at his spent cock slowly retreating into his sheath. That's my boy, I thought. Not bad for a first try.

Illyana came over to stand right in front of both of us, looking down at him with just as much apparent joy. "Would you like me to undress for him, Mistress?"

"What?" I looked up at her. "He just came. We're going to have to wait a while."

A few resounding clunks echoed through the ship, and there was the slight sense of motion - acceleration that the inertial dampeners on my old junker weren't fine-tuned enough to cancel out. We'd launched. Next stop, the shipyards of Rigel four. And on an economy trajectory, too. We had plenty of time. "We can do that later," I told the bot.

"I believe that if I striptease properly, I can revive him for the next phase," the bot insisted.

And indeed, just having her stand there in front of him was already having an effect. His cock had shrunk down to a little red nub barely poking out of his sheath, but now it emerged a little bit again.

I shrugged. "Sure, alright. Let's see what you've got."

With an anticipatory smile, the bot bent down over Jake, swaying side to side a little so that her boobs jiggled. His eyes were locked onto her cleavage, so he was probably missing out on all the salacious looks and lip-licking the bot was doing. But she was also reaching up behind her neck, unfastening the clasp of her dress.

When it clicked open, she let the two sides of it fall but held them up in front of her breasts, moving both of them in little circular motions, barely covered by the remnants of her dress. And then, not covered at all. She slid the fabric down over her stiff pink nipples, licking her lips again as she saw my son's eyes go wide. "Do you want to touch?"

Jake nodded dumbly, raising his trembling hands ... but he didn't seem quite able to go all the way through with doing it.

She helped him, holding him by the wrists and pulling his hands in closer. His palms touched, and then his fingers curled over the generous purple curve of her breasts. They dwarfed his little hands, making her tits look even bigger than they really were. And they really were quite impressive. Massive almost to the point of being unbelievably disproportional to her body size, they nonetheless managed to have a round, perky, youthful appearance ... and when Jake started rubbing his hands over them and squeezing, they moved just like natural breasts.

That was the kicker to me. If they could put tits _that_perfect on a bot, how come the boob jobs available to the rest of us are so unnatural and round? Well, I supposed, that's why she costs 70,000 credits. Maybe if I spent 70,000 on a boob-job, I could get tits like that, too.

As he touched the bot's tits, Jake's cock quickly regrew to its full size. Even better, in a promising show of initiative, he began tracing one hand down the rest of the bot's body. One stayed right where it was, fondling her boobs, but the other slipped downward, following the fox bot's white belly fur down what little of her chest wasn't covered in tit, then lower down to her belly, dragging the fabric of the dress along with it.

The bot straddled him, planting her knees on either side of the seat in order to encourage him and give him better access.

And he took advantage of that, drawing the fabric of her dress down past her belly button, over her enviably flat and smooth abs, and finally to the point between her hips, where her belly just started to narrow down in the middle and curve inward. He looked back up into her eyes, unable to take that last step.

The bot's arms were busy just holding herself steady in place, though. She couldn't help this time. _I_could, though. This time, I was the one who took hold of my son's wrist, pushing his hand a little more downward. It slipped between the bot's white belly fur and her white dress, and I knew I'd pushed him far enough when I heard him gasp. "It's wet!"

"That's right," I whispered to him. "That means she's ready for you. Are you ready for her?"

He nodded fervently.

"What do you think, Illyana? Is he ready?" It felt weird, asking a bot's opinion about something like that, but it seemed like the right thing to do in order to play into the moment.

She slipped downward, somehow flowing down over the edge of the chair like water, even though I was sure anybody else trying to do that would just end up looking incredibly awkward or tumbling off the edge in a heap. Her body slid down over my son's, especially her breasts, which rubbed their way down his whole body. She paused for a little bit, just in the right place for everything he had to offer to be sandwiched in between those nice warm tits of hers.

Okay, I'll admit it. At that point, I got a little bit jealous. But only a little bit. After all, I knew I could just take her back to the ship's master suite and have my way with her once my son's turn was over.

Finally, the bot slithered the rest of the way down my son's body, planting licks and kisses along his belly until her mouth came up against his cock again. She gave it a teasing little lick. "Yes, Mistress, I think your son is ready."

"Show him how it's done."

Grinning and biting her lower lip in an excellent facsimile of anticipatory lust, the bot drew herself back up to her full height and turned around. Her hips writhed back and forth as she pulled the rest of her dress down over them, slowly exposing her ass cheeks. She kept her fluffy purple tail down in between those perfect round cheeks, though, still teasing him ... right up until the dress dropped to the ground. At that moment, she arched her back and lifted her tail, giving him a full display of where her white belly fur finally ended. And of course she had a perfectly cute little innie. Not to mention a nice pink little asshole.

I grinned, thinking of my good old strap-on - stashed secretly away in my room and sadly disused. It would get some use tonight, though ... one asshole was as good as another, and I could still have all kinds of interesting fun getting this bot to lube it up for me.

Meanwhile, the bot slowly lowered her ass down onto Jake's lap, still rolling her hips from side to side all the way. She only stopped that when she came into actual contact with him. That's when she started sliding back and forth as if giving him a lap dance. It didn't escape my notice the way his little cock slid up and down between her ass cheeks, coming out wetter each time, until it glistened with her simulated pussy juices.

"You'd better get him in soon," I reminded her. "Or he might pop again just from that."

"Mm-hm," she hummed, reaching down between her legs to grab him and position everything just so. A moment later, she let out a deep, satisfied-sounding sigh, sinking down on him slightly.

"There," I said, stroking my fingers between my son's ears, just as I had when he was a tiny little cub. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah ... g-good!" Jake's eyes were locked onto the bot's perfect ass, and soon his hands were as well, gripping her on either side, just below the swell of her hips. When she started moving back and forth again, it almost looked as if Jake was pushing and pulling her ... but I knew the bot was really doing all the work.

"Mmm, yes..." Illyana made her motions slower, more intense. "He is_already getting close." She leaned backward, sprawling her body over his. Her belly stretched out, looking more breathtaking than ever, and her tits jutted up over her chest in a way that was just _barely on the believable side of impossible. And her hips still rocked back and forth. Now I could see his knot plunging in and out of her with every motion.

I couldn't help it - that bot was just _too_fucking cute. I reached out and grabbed one of her tits, kneading it between my fingers as I discreetly rubbed myself against the arm of the chair. "Cum inside her," I told my son. "This is what it's all about - make it count!"

Jake only managed a whimpering little moan in reply. His hands slipped up from the bot's ass to wrap around her body, locking her in place against him as he thrust his hips up against her one last time, his knot wedging its way back inside.

I stared down shamelessly at my son's sheath and balls, grinning as I saw the sheath pulsing, the balls clenching. Hard to tell without being able to see what actually came out, but it sure seemed like he was giving a lot_more than the pathetic little puddle he'd spurted out into the bot's mouth. His orgasm just kept going and going, and I rocked myself against the chair leg to the rhythm of his pulses, confident that he wouldn't notice anything I was doing at this moment. All _his concentration would be focused on the sex bot on his lap and the load he was pumping into her.

Finally, it was over ... and unfortunately before I was able to bring myself to any kind of climax against the chair. Oh well, I'd have my fun with her later.

Jake slowly relaxed down against the chair. His knot - still bulged wide - stuck for a moment in the bot's entrance before popping out. A little stream of white followed it, dribbling back out onto his crotch. "Oh..." He gasped in a deep breath. "Oh fuck."

"Language, Jake!" I fought the urge to slap his muzzle. Where did he get the idea that he could speak like that in front of his own mother? "Why don't you go to the refresher and get a shower? The two of you made quite a mess. Maybe you can wash your mouth out while you're at it."

"There is no need, Mistress," the bot said, getting up off of him and whirling around to get down on her knees in front of the seat. "I will clean him." She went straight to work, licking the cum and juices off of his softening cock first, then working her way down to his balls, carefully licking between them and his thighs before moving even farther down to lick his ass and inner thighs clean.

"Woah!" Jake said, no doubt feeling the very _interesting_touch of a tongue on his asshole for the first time. His eyes opened wide ... which only made the puppy-dog look he shot up at me all the more effective. "Can we keep her? Please, Mom?"

I shrugged. "At least until the next stop." Trying to remain noncommittal about it - she was worth 70,000 credits after all - I nonetheless felt myself softening a bit toward the bot. Maybe, just maybe, we'd keep her a bit longer than I planned.

"And then?" Jake insisted. The bot still worked her tongue down between his legs.

"And then we'll see." That was as much as I was willing to promise at the moment. Maybe after I had my way with her tonight... How much would it cost to install a quick-detach cock add-on to a mark fifteen? Well, until we got to Rigel and found out, maybe she could borrow my strap-on sometimes...

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