Superthicc Snow Leopard Robots... in Space!

Story by danath on SoFurry

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The Sandies are the reason the space station can successfully service so many craft and keep the interstellar trade cruising along. But what happens when a rogue virus infects the snow leopard bots with a desire to cruise as well?


Superthicc Snow Leopard Robots... in Space!

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 4

Andy and the Sandies © MrSandwiches

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The enormous space station used to require a regular crew of hundreds of people to service the constant flow of ships. Engineers, manufacturing, logistics, cooks, custodians, life support, traffic control... now, though, thanks to the SANDs - Supportive Automatic Nonvolatile Droid - there was only really a need for one nominal, token crewmember. The human crew of the space station tended to rotate out over time. Very few stayed longer than a year. In order to keep some sort of continuity, the use of support automatons grew more and more popular as a way to save money.

All of the thousands of Sand units on board looked the same with rubbery, almost realistic skin. Their skin colors emulated the fur pattern of a tan snow leopard, though they were smooth to the touch rather than furry themselves. White chests, dark black rosettes, and white tail tip, ears, and paws were all based, it was said, on the boyfriend of the creator of the SAND model employed on the station. Either way, the SANDs were reliable, self-repairing, and autonomous. The "nonvolatile" part of their name referred to the stability of their programming and underlying neurological covenants that prevented any SAND from going rogue and damaging the station or hurting people. They even upgraded themselves by passing around improvements received by ship broadcasts. Being a busy port for navigation and refueling, the SANDs swarmed the many decks of the massive station around the clock. Known individually as "Sandy" and collectively as the "Sandies" in popular lingo to those regular travelers who encountered them often, they were pleasant, helpful, polite, and functional. The station ran itself, leaving the single non-robotic crewmember little to do.

It was a day (or night, depending on your astronomical coordinates) like any other when one particular Sandy was performing maintenance in the central computer core. His pale turquoise irises shone in the otherwise dim light of the server room as he fiddled with wires and tapped at consoles, installing new capacitors and chips and replacing tubes of coolant where needed. Were it not for the subtly jerky, stiff motions as he moved around, he'd be mistaken for a real person. The Sandies all wore clothes, even, though more for the sake of the passengers and crew coming and going than for themselves. Because of their autonomous and adaptive nonvolatile programming, some Sandies developed strange habits or tics, but public nudity was not known to be one of them. Besides, the droids didn't have the parts, literally, for it. This Sandy wore a bog-standard gray jumpsuit that neither flattered nor exhausted his figure - it simply was a nondescript and cheap decoration.

The SAND in the server room tipped his head to the side. A ship approached with an automatic broadcast. Processors worked overtime as the data downloaded into both the main computer and his own personal storage. Normally, Sandies wouldn't get updates directly from ships like this. In fact, they weren't meant to, but the current maintenance happened to require certain firewalls be disabled for the short amount of time it took to replace some circuit boards. And so the Sandy's eyes faded to near black, matching his pupils, as his programming absorbed the new instructions and folded it over into his neural net, iterating and regurgitating and pathfinding until stable behavior patterns could be established.

The Sandy's eyes suddenly snapped open.

WARNING DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED

ANOMALOUS PROGRAM WARNING

REBOOTING

The words scrolled over Sand's field of vision in bright white letters because his eyes were physically beaming them into the space in front of his face, and then everything went dark for the droid.

ERROR RESOLVED

REBOOTING

Sand's head tipped back upright with a few short, jerky motions, then smoothed out as he lifted his arms and stretched. What had all that been about, he wondered. Sometimes the central computer was a bit wonky about updates, but that was a weird one for sure. Sand's processors ticked over as he returned to his work patching up the circuit boards to prepare for rerouting data lines for a splitter to go to the extended cargo bay two decks below. He wondered, as a few processes spun idle, whether Central was going to spaz out again. It was inconvenient every time, having some computer suddenly flipping the off switch.

Sand fiddled with his tools for a while longer and soon finished up. Before packing his tool case away completely, he carefully used a laser cutting device to shorten his gray jumpsuit pants. Shorten didn't quite describe the clothing hack, as Sand really removed the legs entirely, turning the bottom of the jumpsuit into more of a pair of gray booty shorts. He followed that by separating the top, then slicing off a good chunk of the chest area, so that it barely covered his pecs, sleeves, and shoulders, and left most of his arms and belly bare. Packing the case, he grabbed the tool kit and crawled out of the central server room, squeezing beneath the massive tubes and cooling columns and other bits of technology keeping the station powered and operational. It was said the Sandies were like actual sand - too many to count and they got everywhere.

Back in one of the main hallways, Sand straightened up and twisted his shoulders around, getting a few clicks out of the complicated machinery powering his lean snow leopard body. He'd have to go in for a tune-up soon if that kept up, he thought, as he tugged the tight homemade booty shorts up around his rear. As he headed for his next assignment in the crew quarters, he passed by a Sandy going the other direction. The two snow leopards looked identical right down to the matching tool boxes they carried - except for their clothing. The two droids nodded a greeting at each other simultaneously - unnecessary, really, for a robot, but the programmers found non-robots tended to like it when robots had little flourishes like that, and so devoted many algorithms and subroutines to creating independent personalities that developed over time. In Sand's case, his new virus-altered personality was about to make him say something no Sandy ever thought of before:

"Hey, girl! Oh my gawd, your ass looks like amazeballs in that jumpsuit!"

The voice was high, almost bratty. The other Sand's turquoise irises dilated and flickered. Without breaking stride, and with eyes fading into a pale pink color, the other Sand grinned.

"Thanks, cutie! You're lookin' good, too! I love that top, wow!"

"You know it! Catch ya later, babe."

The two Sandies continued on their way. Their internal programming raised no errors or alerts over the unusual behavior or the rapid alterations that Sand transmitted to the Sandy. As Sand continued on his way towards the crew quarters, he heard voices echo from down the long walkway as the Sandy he passed met another..

"Hey, hotness!"

There was a pause, then a reply.

"Damn, you are looking good!"

"Aw, you think so? Thanks, gorgeous! We should, like, totally get together later!"

Sand's lips pursed with anticipation as he opened the door to the crew quarters. There wasn't much to see inside, as there was only one actual crew member on board, despite the thousands of travelers that came through each day. The snow leopard's plump muzzle spread into a grin when he saw that solo crew member at a workbench near a bed built into the wall in a long row of many dozens of others. All of the other dormitory-style staff housing was long since dismantled. Being as there was still plenty of space, Andy set up his own personal workstation close at hand.

"Oh, good, I was wondering when Central would send one of you," Andy said, glancing up before looking back down. He didn't notice this particular Sand unit's slightly thicker hips and pouty muzzle. "Something is wrong with the heating and cooling. It gets way too hot in here every few hours, then it'll blast the chill air out for several hours straight. Think you can look into it?"

Sand's muzzle spread into a saucy grin. His hips swung from side to side as he strutted towards the offending control panel. The snow leopard's tail was lifted, showing off the noticeably thicker-than-standard curves of his smooth rump.

"Sure thing, baby. I'll take good care of you!"

The sheep at the workbench froze. The curly mop of white wool surrounding his head and ears twitched as he slowly turned to look at the Sand unit. Andy was relatively new - he'd only been aboard a month and was scheduled for a year - but he was certain that the Sand units were not supposed to call him "baby."

"Uh... are you feeling okay?" Andy asked. The sheep had a standard jumpsuit that covered most of his dark black skin. He found it easier to keep himself shorn, though he retained a few patches of wool around his wrists and ankles for the look of it. At the moment, though, he was kicking himself for not reading the Sand manual at orientation.

"Oh, I'm feeling divine," the snow leopard purred. The panel clanked to the floor as he stood on his tiptoes and peered at the inner workings. His tail lifted and, Andy finally realized, the feline's backside was significantly larger than traditional operating limits allowed. The inner parts were shifting and spreading, creating additional mass through an abuse of the self-repair functions, and granting this Sand unit an impressively bouncy badonkadonk that rapidly threatened to burst right out of the customized booty shorts.

"Are you sure about that?" Andy asked. He really didn't know much about the Sandies - they were polite and helpful, but never... lewd. Never baring skin or wiggling like this one.

"Why? You wanna help me with something, big boy? Ooh, you're naughty, aren't you?"

The snow leopard's hips gyrated, bouncing the thick, overblown rump up and down with vigor. Andy licked his lips and wondered who he was supposed to call about this sort of thing.

Another Sandy entered the room. Andy was relieved to see this one was normal - unaltered gray jumpsuit and regular proportions.

"I have your lunch here, sir," Sandy said, setting down a covered tray.

"Oh, hey, girl! How's it hanging?" the other Sand called out, his high-pitched voice ringing.

Andy turned his head back and forth, then stared with an open muzzle as the Sandy's body twitched. The color of the snow leopard's eyes changed from the usual turquoise to a deep orange. The pale muzzle spread and then opened to counter.

"Almost to my knees!" the second Sand replied in the same high-pitched giggle. "You know how it is!"

As the second Sand departed, Andy stared after him, watching as the automaton's gray jumpsuit not only swelled in the back, but dramatically so in the front, as the self-repair functions added new appendages - in this case, what looked like a pair of balls bigger than Andy's head. This was definitely, the sheep decided, a problem for someone paid much more than he.

"Oh, there we go! Ha, I knew you couldn't resist for long! C'mere, you! Rrrfff! There we go!"

The cover of the panel clanged back into place. Andy turned his head, almost afraid to look, as Sand kept talking.

"That was easy! Just a simple little adjustment, hee hee! Mmmhhhh... I think I'm gonna need an adjustment soon, too!"

The snow leopard grinned and flounced over. His hips were so wide and carried such a large, round pair of rump cheeks that his gray shorts disappeared entirely into the gap between like a thong. And in the front, a very obvious, very masculine bulge that Andy was definitely sure was not supposed to be there.

Sand leaned over the workbench, scattering delicate parts every which way, and purred at the black sheep.

"Maybe you'd like to adjust me, big boy? What do you say? Wanna have a little fun? I've got an hour to kill before my next assignment."

As he spoke, Sand's finger stretched out and teased under Andy's chin. The sheep, who still hadn't said a word since the second Sand dropped off his lunch, swallowed hard. The crew member was having a hard time paying attention to those wandering rubber fingers with such a thick, growing bulge developing between the android's thighs. It started off somewhat normal-sized, but now was expanding faster and faster as the growth in his plumped up rump cheeks slowed, as though the internal repair process was tackling one problem at a time and fixing them in turn.

Andy furrowed his brow and spoke slowly.

"Central?"

There was a chirp indicating the station's main computer was listening for his request.

"Run diagnostics on this SAND unit, please."

Another chirp, then a flat voice spoke from a hidden speaker.

"No irregularities detected."

"Are you sure?"

Another chirp. "No irregularities detected."

Sand interrupted to ask a question of his own. The snow leopard's muzzle curled into a delightful grin and his eyes stared pointedly at Andy until the sheep blushed despite himself.

"Central, how long until this cutie here gets to see me in my new uniform?"

"SAND 1139, your uniform request will be ready in thirty minutes to pick up from the depot."

The feline's paws smacked down on the table as he leaned over it, a dirty look on his muzzle. Leering at Andy, Sand shifted his hips, dragging the improbably massive bulge in his flexing, stretching shorts onto the table. Of course, the shorts weren't nearly large enough to accommodate the incredible girth of the huge shaft. The tip curled over a fat set of nuts, each one as big as Andy's entire torso. The sheep's eyes widened as he watched Sand close his eyes and grunt, followed by a spurt of growth from the thickness jutting from the wide hips. The plump, overfilled thighs squeezed together, forcing the huge sac to flatten across the table.

The gray booty shorts gave out, unable to contain the thick tip any longer. The majority of the stalk was already free of the waistband, but now the huge member sprung up and forward, poinging out with an audible robotic twang. The waistband sailed across the room as the snow leopard's immense, smooth balls sloshed forward, knocking the lunch tray and more parts onto the floor.

The fat tip fell across Andy's chest and left a smear of musky, feline-scented pre-cum. The sheep gasped at the scent, but was still frozen to his seat. The feline's improbable curves hypnotized his eyes, which dilated as the huge length squeezed and shifted side to side. It was fatter at the tip than both of his fists put together, and got thicker towards the middle before narrowing slightly at the base. Huge veins ran up and down the side, though instead of blood, cooling and other fluids pumped through, keeping the enormous member fully powered and erect. Sand's long, slender fingers proved as useful at teasing the base of his enormous robotic package as they were fixing complicated electronics, and proved as much by firing a dense splurt of musky seed across the shocked sheep's entire torso.

"Hee hee... ooh, you look so cute like that," Sand purred. "Like, we should definitely bang. Right now, okay? Great! Mmmmffff, I feel like I haven't done this in soooooo long!"

The android crawled over the table, dragging his low-slung nuts with him. They fell off the table and into Andy's lap, breaking the chair and flattening him and it to the floor. Sand's plump lips puckered as he leaned over, catching the sheep's muzzle with his.

Andy's eyes closed as a warm tongue filled his mouth. The sheep knew this shouldn't be happening, that he ought to raise an alarm - in fact, he could see on the panel near the door that there were several alarms being rung already signifying that employees and passengers of the dozens of ships passing through required him personally. But the scent of the droid drove him crazy and made it hard to think straight. There was something addictive about the thick-hipped snow leopard's scent, like he wanted more and more of it but just couldn't quite inhale deeply enough. The sheep was fully hard in his jumpsuit and shifted his hips, groaning as the weight of those enormous balls rolled across him.

"Ooh, that's really good," Sand purred. "Mmmfffff... oooh, you're so cute and cuddly! You're making me sooooooo hard!"

The snow leopard's fingers spread across his chest. It had narrowed somewhat, slimming down along with his flat, smooth belly, as though all of him was being reapportioned in order to grow his stunningly round backside and thighs as big as possible. The weight of that massive rear end made Andy gasp and wiggle once it slid side to side on top of him, while the snow leopard's impossible balls covered his chest and rolled over his neck and muzzle. It was all he could do to shove them back out of the way to gasp for air. And on top of it, his enormous, flexing shaft drizzled a nonstop shower of even more pungent seed on top of his head, soaking his frizzy, curly mop of white wool.

"Oooh, oh, I think... nnnffff... I'm gonna cuuuum!"

The snow leopard's lusty wail echoed through the room. His thighs tensed, shoving his sac down around the sheep's hips, while both paws wrapped around the tip of his massive cock, aiming it straight towards Andy's gaping muzzle. The crew member didn't think to close his mouth until after the second shot, but the torrential deluge ended up making him splutter and gasp for air regardless. It was like having a firehose blasting at his face. Blinded by the sticky flood, Andy could only groan and gasp as Sand's claws removed his jumpsuit and flipped him onto his belly.

"I'm still so hard... let's fix that, too," Sand groaned, rolling his hips forward so that his wide thighs squeezed down on top of them. The tip of his immense maleness prodded under Andy's flicking tail as the snow leopard's powerful, robotically-driven fingers clutched his collarbones. "I know just the... mfffff... way... oooh... to do it!"

Andy's bleats drowned out the feline's moans over the next several minutes. The massively endowed femboy robot relentlessly surged forward, using power and gravity together to force himself past the gasping, squirming sheep's rump cheeks. Thanks to the plentiful lube - self-provided - it wasn't long before Andy felt the enormous slab work him all the way open.

"Baaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Another rolling bleat as Andy's chest angled into the floor. His legs flew upwards as Sand leaned further forward, grinding in deeper and using the weight of his huge sac like a fulcrum.

"Oh my God, that is sooooo hot," Sand said, giggling. "Unnffff, I'm gonna tell all my friends about you, cutie!"

Sand's huge backside jiggled, bouncing up and down. His legs moved like pneumatics, powering his wide new hips forward and back. Each time, more and more of his hyper-sized robodick slammed into the gasping, wriggling sheep, until Andy's whole belly looked like he'd swallowed a beach ball.

"Nnnnffffffffooooohhh! I'm gonna... gonna cum... again!"

"W-wait, you gotta pull out firggllgllrrrrll!"

The effeminate snow leopard's claws dragged the sheep down by his ankles, sinking in up to the hilt, until the bare black bottom bounced off of his massive balls. Andy's belly bloated as pump after pump delivered gallons of creamy feline seed. The sheep's fingers rolled down his growing stomach as he tasted the same thick jizz in the back of his throat.

"Uuuuuhhnnnnnnnnnn! Can't stop!"

Sand's ecstatic cries of lust accompanied another round of expansion, this time leaving Andy's open muzzle draining thick white cream between gasps of air. His stomach was big and round, many times what it had been before, and completely hid the shape of the feline's enormous erection. The android leaned forward, hips shivering as the tight sheep butt milked his thickness for every drop.

Another Sand entered the room, this one a regular issue. He ignored the scene of massive overpopulation and spoke to the gargling, rump-busted sheep.

"Sir, reports are coming in that require your attention."

"Nnfffff... he'll get to them in a minute. In the meantime, you wanna have a go at this cute little guy?"

The second Sand's eyes flickered and changed from the turquoise to a rich sky blue.

"Hell, yeah! Let's tear this cutie a new rump! God, feels like forever since I got my dick real nice and wet."

"Oh my God, you are just, like, so lewd! Haha, but I know what you mean! Nffffff!"

The second Sand's hips were already expanding, as was the bulge in the front of his gray jumpsuit. Watching through lidded eyes, with rivers of thick seed draining from his muzzle and nostrils, Andy's ears flicked weakly before the shadow of the growing Sand's arousal blocked out the overhead light and the weight of a massive pair of warm, slick balls draped over the wooly hair on top of his head again, smothering him in distinctive robo-leopard musk. Nearby on the wall, the alarm panel lit up and sirens began a slow and creaky buildup, having been unused for many years.

Andy's muzzle stretched as Sand thrust the tip between the sheep's lips, letting out a high-pitched growl as he sunk in deep. The sheep's neck bulged and his eyes closed as sprays of thick robo-seed flew from his nostrils.

For better or worse, Andy thought, this was going to make the job a whole lot less lonely.

The End