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on: January 02, 2015, 02:27:24 AM

Title         : The Robots Are Boss, Now

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Sci-Fi, Whacky-Shit, fff, Fm

Date        : 20150102

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis : After the robots have taken over, humans are kept as pets. A girl pet learns about sex and reproduction, and finally love.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. Honestly, at our present rate of progress I think we've still got a few more years before the robots take over. I'm not worried, I'll be dead and gone by then, you poor bastards.


I am a pet. My owner keeps me in a little house inside his workshop. He watches me, a background part of his mind watches me sixty four hours a day, just to make sure I don't get in trouble or hurt myself. I should appreciate his concern, but sometimes I just feel spied on.

Actually, my owner is very good to me. I know some other pets that have gotten pulled apart or cut up or other bad things by their owners. Sometimes 'bots just wonder what's inside us, and they cut us open to see... things like that. My owner would never do that to me, I think. He's nice, and I suppose he's had enough pets over the years that he's no longer curious about stuff like that.

Pet owners have conventions sometimes, where they meet to share information or simply show off their pets. We spend days getting ready, when that happens. I have to work out, so I'm sleek and slim and muscular, and a few days before the show we start in on my hair and makeup. I have to look my best. I'm good at shows and stuff, I almost always win an award or something. I make my owner proud.

One day I was sitting in my little house, trying to watch a slowed-down version of Robovision on my screen. I was bored. I heard some servos whining in the shop, and I jumped up and peeked out a window. It was my owner, sure enough. I went out on the little porch, as far as I'm allowed to go by myself.

My owner, technically known as Wynston-44313, scuttled up to my house, and regarded me through some of his vision lenses.

"Cerys," he said, speaking to me through my implant, as most 'bots do. "I have had an offer of service concerning your reproductive status. Do you have an opinion?"

He did this a lot, for some reason. Although he probably already knew what he was going to do about whatever it was he was talking about, he acted like he wanted my opinion on it. Maybe he really cared about my opinion. I never figured that out. I guess I should feel grateful that he at least pretended to care.

"I don't know what you mean, Wynston," I said. That was true. I had no idea what "reproductive status" meant. Some things I'm not too smart about, my experience base isn't that great, since I'm still considered a youngling.

"Reproductive status is your ability to reproduce. To produce copies of yourself."

I had heard of that before. I knew that's how new humans were made. I sort of understood what he was talking about.

"Will it hurt?" I asked. That's the part I'd heard about, how much it hurt.

"No." Wynston said. "Although human pain is determined to be irrelevant, it will not hurt. The copy will be removed from your body and brought to term in a tank. I do not wish to risk damage to your body."

"I see," I said, although I didn't really. Where would the copy be located on my body? I wondered. How large would it be? I had a million questions, but I didn't want to look dumb, which I actually kind of was.

"Do you have an opinion?" he asked again. I shook my head.

"I don't know enough about the process, Wynston." I said. "Whatever you decide will be good enough for me."

That seemed to please him. I felt a small emotion, named "Happiness Pink" seep through my implant and into my mind. I knew it was from him.

"I have determined that this process will be allowed. I will formulate a positive response. Thank you, Cerys."

With a whine and puff of ozone he was gone. I went back inside, bemused. What on earth was going to happen now? I thought. I was going to reproduce? Copies of myself were going to be made? That was kind of cool, I thought. I will have backups, if something happens to me.


The die-off started the day the robots took over. Well, really it was a kill-off. The robots determined the optimum number of humans the planet could support now that they were in charge. It was a pretty low number. The cities and the major population centers were simply nuked by warheads taken over from the silos the superpowers had foolishly kept after the cold war ended. Whole classes of robots were built overnight, robots with a single mission... to hunt down and kill renegade humans. And now, over ninety-nine percent of the human population of planet Earth was considered renegade. Way over ninety nine percent. The only humans left a dozen years later were in high-tech zoos or kept as licensed pets. Private ownership of humans was frowned on at first but became more common as a middle class of robots emerged. Humans were owned for a variety of purposes, some fought other humans in arenas, some starred in beauty contests like me, and some were tested for mental acuity. They were pets, basically hobbies, for their owners. That's what I was. A pet.


I didn't know much about all that stuff. That was ancient history, now. It had been almost a thousand years since the new calendar started, since the robots took over. I could image no other world, no other life than this.

The next day Wynston put my leash collar on, and took me out for a walk. We went down past the factories, to his favorite park. All his friends were there, as usual. I'm sure it wasn't a random meeting, nothing is ever random with 'bots. Lilibeth and Luann, the twins, were there with their owner, and several other humans I knew. Wynston turned me loose, and began to tight-beam with his friends.

"Cerys! How delightful!" said Luann, and I hugged her warmly. I loved the twins, they were my two best friends.

The twins introduced me to several humans I didn't know, and we all sat on some kind of crazy robot sculpture and talked.

"Guess what," I said, and the twins looked suitably curious.

"I'm gonna have a copy made!" I said. They looked at each other, and then back to me.

"Of flesh?" Lilibeth said.

"I..." I didn't actually know that, I assumed it though. "I guess, if it's a true copy. I understand that it's attached to my body for a while, then put into a tank."

One of the humans listening burst into loud raucous laughter. That made me not like her much because I could tell she was laughing at me.

"You're going to have a baby, you little dummy," the woman said, still laughing.

"What's a baby?" I asked, curious.

"A little human. A copy, like you said. Not a perfect copy, but a copy nonetheless."

"I see," I said, although I didn't. I kind of wished she'd go away and let us talk in peace.

"I have had two," the woman said. She lifted her shirt to show us strange, horrible scars on her stomach.

"See that?" she said, "Stretch marks. Behold your future, darlin',"

Ugh. I did not want my stomach to look like that, at all. Maybe this copying thing wasn't such a good idea. I wondered if it was too late to change my opinion with Wynston.

"Where was the... the copy... the baby," I asked the woman.

"Where was it? Where did I carry it, you mean?" she said, and I nodded.

"Right here, in my belly," she indicated her stomach.

"Inside?" I asked. This got worse and worse.

"Yes! Inside!" the woman said.

"How did it get out?" I asked.

The woman indicated her... private areas, the area that we all keep covered.

"It came out my vagina, darlin'. And it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch."

I had no idea what a son-of-a-bitch was, but I nodded again. Out of her vagina? This had gone from silly to ridiculous. My vagina was way too small for anything other than my finger. The copy must be pretty small, I thought.

"Did your copy grow to be regular size?" I asked.

"I dunno, I never saw it afterwards," she said. "I guess so. It was this big when it came out."

The dimensions she indicated were clearly ridiculous. Unless it was as skinny as a finger, it couldn't have been that long and come out her vagina.

I wanted more information, but the robots broke up, and Wynston whisked me back home. He spent the afternoon in his workshop, restoring something from the old days. I watched him from the porch until I got bored, and then I went inside and put on my helmet and went into stasis until he wanted me for something. It was just too boring.


I awoke. I heard Wynston's servos whining in the distance. He was coming for me or he wouldn't have awoken me. I jumped up, threw my stasis helmet in the floor and rubbed sleep from my eyes.

"Cerys!" I heard him call me audibly and I hurried out onto the porch. He indicated for me to climb aboard and I crawled over the porch railing and climbed up onto his back where I often rode. He scurried off down the tunnels and walkways of his domicile. Soon we were outside and hurrying down the street.

"We are scheduled to meet with the human who will initiate your copy function," he explained to me as we hurried along. Soon we veered off the street and into a tunnel that led to a whole series of housing units. He hurried up to a door and it opened and allowed us to enter. Another robot was in the main room of the housing unit, along with a human. Wynston stopped and lowered his body so I could climb down.

"Greetings," I heard him say to the other 'bot. "Greetings," it replied.

"I have brought my human to meet yours and determine compatibility." Wynston said and the other robot bleeped assent. They were both silent then and I could tell they were intently watching me. Watching us.

The other human was of that certain breed... I'm not sure what to call it. The not-female breed. I had seen them before, but rarely. Most robots that I had had contact with owned and desired females, because they were into pageants and shows and such. The not-female breed was more into fighting and physical things. I looked the human over. It was handsome, I guess, I'm not sure that much what the not-females looked like. It was staring at me just as intently as I was at it.

"Greetings," I said aloud to it, in Irregular Polyglot. "Greetings," it replied. Good. It could talk. That would help.

"Do you humans wish to interface?" asked the other robot, and Wynston bleeped assent, this time. Did we? I had no idea how to interface with this human. I knew nothing about the procedure. I hadn't been given any information.

"We need more time," the other human said, and I nodded. Wynston and the other robot scuttled to the other side of the room, and tightbeamed to each other.

"What is your name?" the human asked. That seemed kind of intrusive to me, only my close friends knew my name. But, I thought, this is something new. I'll try to go along with it.

"I am Cerys," I said.

"I am Delios," the human said.

"I am not sure what to call you, collectively," I said, telling him the truth.

"Collectively? You mean the race of males, as a whole? You can call me a man."

"A man. Okay. You are a man named Delios?" I said, and it nodded.

"Yes. Very good. I am a he, as you are a she."

"Thank you," I said, and he nodded again. I could tell by now that he was a fair amount older than I was. I almost felt intimidated by that. I realized that he probably knew more about what was going on than I did. I still had no real idea what was going to be expected of me.

"Cerys." he said. "Do you understand what we are being asked to do?"

"No. In truth, I do not."

"They wish us to mate. To conceive a child."

None of that rang a bell with me.

"Explain, please," I said.

"They want me and you to... have sexual intercourse, sexual congress... and nine months later, you will bear my child. You will have a baby."

"I will have it? How?" Oh, I thought, don't let him tell me it will be inside my body. Don't tell me I will have ugly scars like that horrible woman in the park.

"The baby will grow inside your body until a certain age, when it will be moved to a vat, where it will come to term. Your owner does not wish your body to be negatively modified by the process."

"I see," I said, although I still didn't really see. "Will the copy be me? Will it have my memories?"

"No, not at all. The copy will undergo a hard reset. None of your memories will be carried over."

"I see," I said. I was saying "I see" a lot, when I didn't really see at all. This was very confusing.

"Delios," I finally said, when he was silent for a while. "Do they want us to begin the copy function today? Is that what is meant by interfacing?"

"Yes. Yes, I think they would be pleased if we did it today." he said, eying me speculatively. I wondered if I met with his approval.

"I do not understand your function in the copy process," I admitted to him.

"I am necessary only to initiate the copy," he said. "After that, I have no function."

"I see." I said.

Delios's owner bustled up to us, and obviously spoke to him via implant. They communicated silently for a moment, and then he turned back to speak with me.

"My owner wishes to know if you find me suitable," he told me.

"I... I guess so..." I had no real idea if he was suitable or not. I still had no idea what was fixing to happen, if anything.

The robot bleeped the "good" sound, and went back to where Wynston was.

Suddenly Wynston spoke to me, via implant. "Initiate the copy process, please," he said, and I sent "assent green" back to him. I would do as he wished.

"Delios," I said. "I wish to initiate the copy process. You may proceed."

He cautiously reached out and took my hand. That was the first time a non-female had touched me. The first time a man touched me. He led me along a corridor, and to a house within the house that was obviously his area. He seated me on a small futon, and brought me something to drink. This is how the copy function starts? I remember thinking.

We made some small talk, and he told me a little about himself. He was a fighter, as I had guessed. He spent his time in the arena, fighting other men. He claimed to have killed many of his opponents. In the middle of all this, Wynston broke in, telling me he was going into slow mode. I'm sure he was bored silly by the amount of time we were taking. Robots live at a much higher speed than us humans. I promised to wake him when it was over. I knew he'd be watching with a few percent of his capacity, probably recording the whole process to mull over it later.

Delios came and sat on the futon with me. It was small, and we were crowded together. He put his arm around me and held me against his body. His body was strange, not like a female body at all. Well, the most obvious was his lack of breasts. And shape, he didn't really have a shape, like a female. He was solid all the way down, from his chest to his hips. He did have a muscular chest beneath his covering, I could tell. And his legs were very muscular.

He touched me, on my legs and my back.

"Darling Cerys," he said, familiarly. I accepted it. "The sexual act is very intimate. I have done it many times, most of the times to females who have had little or no experience at it. It frightens many of them and I try to be understanding about it. The act will require a great deal of trust on your part. I will do my best not to hurt you, but there may be a slight amount of pain. Please accept that I do not cause you pain on purpose. It is just part of the act."

"The... act...?" I said.

"The act of love. The act of intercourse."

"Delios," I said. I was tired of all this doubletalk. "Please tell me in simple polyglot what you are going to do to me."

"Cerys. I am going to place my penis in your vagina and deposit something called sperm into your body. If your body is receptive the sperm will fertilize one of your eggs and nine months later a baby will be born."

That didn't really help me any. I had no idea what a penis was, or sperm, or most of those other words.

"Cerys. We may have to do this more than once. Some females I have had to fertilize multiple times."

"Does it... hurt?" I asked. He'd said something about pain.

"It may sting a bit the first time. But it is also very pleasurable, or it can be."

Well. This just got deeper and deeper. And eggs? What did he mean by eggs? I have eggs in my body? That was almost creepy.

Delios had both his arms around me, now. I felt kind of smothered by him, but I allowed it.

"Cerys," he stood, and raised me with his outstretched hand. "Come into my sleep chamber. Let us begin."

I followed him into another room. A bed was the only furniture in it.

"We must undress, darling. May I undress you?" he said, and I just stared at him. I was not sure if I was ready to undress in front of a man. I mean, I had nothing to hide... but it just seemed kind of private, or something. And undress how far? I had on small coverings, under my outer coverings, but it wasn't something I wanted to meet the world in.

"Delios. Is this absolutely necessary?" I asked, and he nodded his head.

"I'm afraid it is," he said. I sighed.

"You may, then," I finally said. He carefully unfastened my upper coverings, and removed them. I still had a breast holder on. He unfastened that also, and I shyly allowed him to remove it. The air felt cold on my breasts, and I felt my nipples hardening.

"You are a delightful child," he said, "you are very beautiful." I tried hard to take that as a compliment. I realized that to him, I was a child. I am certain he was at least double my age, if not more.

He slid my lower coverings down, and I stepped out of them. All that was left was a small covering over my private area. He hooked his thumbs in that, and slowly slid it down. He leaned down to slide it down my legs, and I felt his breath on my private area. It actually felt good, I thought.

He guided me to the bed, and I lay upon it. I watched him as he took his coverings off. I was right, his chest was thick and muscular. I knew for sure he was a fighter, because I saw some scars on him here and there.

He removed his lower coverings, and I got my first glimpse at the differences between females, and not-females. And what a difference it was.

He had a large, fleshy tubular object extending from his waist. Just below his navel. It stood out from his body, bobbing up and down as he moved. And below that? Two fleshy bags of skin, with lumps in them. How very peculiar, I thought. How very, very peculiar. The race of man is strange, indeed.

He indicated the tube of flesh at his waist. "Cerys," he said. "This is my penis. I will place it in your vagina. It is necessary to the copy function."

I just laughed at that. That big thing? It would never fit in my little vagina. He was being silly, now.

He smiled, taking my laughter in a positive manner. He approached the bed, and crawled in right next to me. He touched me again, putting his arms around me, and hugging me to him. It actually felt pretty good.

"Delios," I said. "Proceed with the function."

He laughed a little at that. Then, he proceeded.


I was bemused on the way home. Wynston deposited me back in my house and then hurried away on some robotic mission. I lay on my couch and remembered the feeling of Delios inside my body. How peculiar he felt, I thought. But good. Other than a slight sting at first, the copy function had been very enjoyable. I had actually left my own mind for a moment, overcome by the pleasure of the act. The act of sexual congress, as Delios called it. I had just totally flipped out, almost, floating away on a sea of pleasure, as he moved his penis in and out of my body. My legs shook and trembled, and my breathing became highly irregular. Little chill bumps raced up and down my legs and back. It was a very positive experience, all in all. I decided I would do it again, if it were ever offered. I almost hoped that the process didn't take, and that Delios would have to do it again. I would welcome it.

I never would have thought his large fleshy penis would fit in my vagina, but somehow it did. The first time it did hurt, and I almost cried. Pain is something that I'm not used to, at all. It stung. But finally, as he moved in and out of me, I realized it no longer hurt. It felt pretty good, in fact. About that time the good feelings really started. The really good feelings.

I wondered if the copy was being manufactured, now, inside my body. I wasn't sure how I'd ever know if it was or wasn't. I still wasn't sure about the time frame of the process, I kept hearing something about nine months, which I knew was a long time.

I finally got bored, and went into stasis.


Wynston, for reasons unknown to me, did not wake me for almost two months. Then, with me once again on his back, off we rushed. He took me to a human, a human who specialized in the bodies of other humans. The human was a man, and he examined me, even putting an instrument in my vagina. Then he scanned me with a screen, and showed me a little blob of something he called the baby. I stared at it, totally bemused. That was my copy? I thought. How peculiar. It didn't look anything like me at this stage. He assured me it would eventually look a great deal like me, and that it was healthy and growing at a normal pace. Even Wynston seemed fascinated by the process, and he downloaded all pictures and other information the man provided.

The man turned to Wynston. "How long is she going to carry?" he asked.

"Two more months, at least," said Wynston. How interesting. This little parasite was going to grow inside me for two more months? I didn't say it, but I was actually pretty ready for it to be out of me before the pain started. I was nervous about that.

Wynston took me home. I spent the afternoon dusting and cleaning, I had been out for a long time. Bytor 40998, the owner of the twins, showed up, and to my pleasure he brought the twins with him. We huddled in my parlor, and discussed girl stuff while Bytor and Wynston did robot things in the workshop. The twins were interested to hear of the progression of my copy, and I told them about seeing the pictures of it inside me. They were a little squeamish about that and I laughed, feeling more experienced than them.

"Cerys," said Luann, "who will own the copy, when is produced?"

I hadn't thought about that. I assumed Wynston would own it. He should at least own half of it. Would he keep it? Would it live here, with us? Or would Delios's owner get it? I would have to ask Wynston, when an appropriate time occurred.

"How was... the act?" asked Lilibeth.

"You mean the initiation of the copy function? The congress?" I said, and she nodded.

"It was quite enjoyable," I admitted to them. "Delios was very nice. It stung a bit at first, and there was a peculiar feeling of fullness. Later, there were a few moments of intense pleasure. In fact I think I almost became unconcious from pleasure. I would do it again immediately, if asked."

Luann leaned in towards me, and whispered to me. "Cerys. We have discovered something similar. We do it to each other, every night."

"Similar to the copy function?" I asked, slightly confused.

"No. The pleasure byproduct. We can show you, if you wish."

I was all for that. I had enjoyed the congress function greatly. I still didn't understand, though.

"Will I need access to another human to perform this function?" I asked.

"No..." Luann looked coyly at me, and then at her sister. "We have discovered it can be performed by one's own self, to one. It is a process, actually. Steps are followed, and great pleasure results. Are we watched, in here?"

"Yes, we are watched. Why?"

"I am not sure if your owner would approve."

"May I ask him?" I said, and the girls stared at each other for a few moments. I knew they were communicating, via implant. I waited patiently.

"Cerys. I suppose you may ask. I am sure that our owner knows we do this thing, since he watches us, as your owner watches you. We have decided to assume he doesn't care, since he has said nothing about it."

I pinged Wynston, via implant. "Wynston, Luann and Lilibeth wish to show me ways to enact the pleasure byproduct phase of the copy function. Does this meet with your approval?"

Wynston's reply was immediate and he gave his assent. "Human pleasure is determined to be irrelevant. It meets with my approval."

"Thank you," I said, sending him some yellow happiness.

I was pretty curious by now what the procedure was, if they were making this big a deal out of it.

"Show me, please," I said.

"There is a way to do it with someone, and a way to do it alone," said Lilibeth, taking the initiative. She motioned to her sister, who stood, and removed her lower coverings. For the first time, I saw my friend's private area. It was no surprise, she was a female, as I was, and looked much the same.

Luann sat back on the couch, and slouched down, putting her legs out and her private area slightly over the edge of the couch. Her sister got down on her knees, and nestled between her spread legs.

"The process consists mainly of one human licking the other human's private areas." said Lilibeth, and proceeded to demonstrate. I watched, interested. Lilibeth leaned into her sister, licking her private area, and Luann sighed, and relaxed, slouching further. This went on for some time, and Luann began to get very animated. Finally her body began to twitch and jerk, and her breathing became irregular. I realized she was feeling just as I had during my congress with Delios. This interested me greatly. Apparently nothing had to actually enter the body for these feelings to occur. Just a tongue was all that was needed.

Luann finally calmed down, and opened her eyes. She leaned down and kissed her sister warmly, and said "Mmmmm, I taste good!" and we all three laughed. She lay back on the couch and relaxed. She seemed tired. I understood because I had felt tired after my congress with Delios.

"Okay," said Lilibeth, standing. She pulled her lower coverings down her legs, and sat. "This is the other way. We discovered this by accident, but it is very effective."

Lilibeth spread her legs wide, and I looked into her private area. "See this little bump?" she said, and I nodded. I was familiar enough with my own private area to know I had one of those bumps. "Just put your finger on it, and wiggle it around. Establish a rhythmic pattern. Breathe deeply. Think of another human's sexual organs, or even your own, to stimulate your mind. After a while, one of those pleasure cycles will happen. The two of us have gotten very good at this. We have begun to do it several times a day."

I watched her as she applied her finger to the bump. It didn't look hard. She went faster and faster, and finally I could tell she was having a pleasure cycle. She gasped for breath, and her body shook. She stuck her legs straight out, and I could see chill bumps on her. At last she slowed her finger, and grinned up at me.

"See? That's all there is to it. You can try it, if you wish."

I did wish. I stood, and slid my lower coverings down my legs. I sat, as she had done, and spread my legs widely apart. I had a nice fat little bump, just like she did. I put my finger on it, and it did feel good. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before. I began a rhythmic rubbing of it, smashing it into my skin. It really felt good. The girls sat and watched me, smiling. It did not take long. I felt the pleasure cycle begin, in my legs, and I locked my legs like Lilibeth had done. The cycle took me, then, and I felt intense pleasure from my private area. I gasped for breath, and my whole body shook. It was very intense. And I was glad the girls were there, watching me. It seemed to add to the experience. I envied them for a moment, for having each other to do these acts with. I wondered if somehow I could get Lilibeth to lick me as she had her sister.


Our little party finally ended when Bytor whisked the girls away with him. I moped around, and thought about going into stasis, but I decided to wait a while. When I go to bed, I thought, I will do several of the pleasure cycles. I looked forward to it.

I heard a noise and looked up. Wynston was right outside my house, and I went out on the porch. We made some small talk.

"Demonstrate the pleasure cycle, please," he said. I was almost embarrassed but I could not figure out why. Finally I pulled my coverings down, and sat on the small couch on the porch of my cottage. I spread my legs wide, and began to rub my bump.

"Explain each sub-function, please," Wynston said, and I ended up giving him a little lesson on my bump and the initiation of the pleasure cycle. He seemed oddly interested, I thought. I finally had a good long pleasure cycle, and I knew he was recording it all. That actually amused me for some reason.

"Will you do this often?" he asked, and I giggled.

"I'm sure I will..." I said, "it is very... very enjoyable. I will probably do it every night." He made an noise of assent.

"I am glad you have discovered it, then," he said, and finally wandered off. I went inside and watched Robovision for a while.


I got my wish a few weeks later. I begged and begged Wynston for the twins to spend the night with me, pestering him unmercifully. I think it was a game to him, first he said no, then maybe, then no, then sure!, then no when the time came. He frustrated me at times, but I knew by then that he'd eventually say yes and mean it. He did, and we got it all straightened out with Bytor and one afternoon we went and got the twins. We had a fun evening and even Wynston seemed to enjoy their company, he sat outside my cottage for the longest time and the four of us talked. He entertained us with his imitations of humans saying silly things and simulated some pompous robots for our amusement. He finally scuttled away and we went inside.

"Girls..." I said, enacting the beginning of my plans. "Do you still participate with each other in the pleasure by-product?"

They both giggled and looked coyly at each other. "Of course," said Luann. "Every night. Will you allow us to do it, tonight?"

"Of course," I said. "I had hopes you would. I just hope that I'm allowed to participate."

"Of course!" said Lilibeth, laughing. We watched a few minutes of Robovision, but I think that the idea I had planted in their heads had their attention. We finally retired to my bedroom and spent a few moments giggling as we stripped each other's coverings from our bodies. The three of us crawled up on my bed. Lilibeth lay on the bed and Luann and I lay on top of her. It felt good to just feel her naked body beneath me. I felt her hand creep around to my bottom and squeeze me. That felt good, too.

We wrestled and rolled about a while, giggling, having fun. At last, somehow, I came to be on bottom, and Lilibeth slid down my body, her tongue leaving a cool trail of saliva as she went. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and we all three giggled when my hip joint popped loudly.

Lilibeth's tongue was wonderful on my vagina. She pressed my bump with her tongue, squishing it. She even stuck her tongue into my vagina, at one point. She went down my slit, and put her tongue right on my anus, to my surprise. I had never thought of the anus as part of the process, but it was very enjoyable.

Luann nosed in, about that time. It was difficult for them, but somehow the two of them licked my private area. It was very intense, and I was momentarily lost in thick waves of pleasure that rolled over my body. Luann licked my bump, and Lilibeth licked my anus. It was very satisfying.

After a while, Lilibeth rose, and I kissed her. I could taste my own taste on her lips, and that brought things to a new level of intensity for me, for reasons I could not fathom. It was incredible. I shoved her back on the bed, almost urgently, and buried my face in her groin. She tasted good, extremely good, and I felt my vagina seep fluid as I licked her. My bottom was up in the air, and Luann was back there somewhere, licking my anus, almost sticking her tongue into me. I heard growls from Lilibeth as I licked her and I giggled. She sounded like an animal. I knew how she felt though, I'd felt it too.

We just did stuff like that almost all night. I had a dozen or more pleasure cycles. I began to understand what Wynston had meant once when he'd said the pleasure by-product insured that the copy process would be enacted. I would do this for any reason, I thought. I would do this for no reason. I loved doing it.

The girls left the next day, and I just lay on my couch, exhausted. We had enacted the procedure so many times I was flat worn out. I couldn't wait until next time I got to see them. This was going to happen every chance I got, from now on. This was just way too much fun.


They took the baby when it was four months old. I remember nothing of it, I was in stasis. I never even got to see it. I felt no different, after it was removed, just a bit thinner. Life went on.

Years passed. As I got older, I got even better at pageants and shows. I won many awards. I knew that I was very attractive. I had papers saying I was beautiful, that I was among the most beautiful females on the planet. It was fun, but as I got older, for some reason it just wasn't enough. I was bored most of the time, and life almost didn't seem worth living. Wynston noticed, of course, and I was grateful that he spent a fair amount of time trying to cheer me up and thinking of things to keep me occupied. Maybe it was all just a game to him, I don't know. I was realizing, more than ever, what a good owner he was.

For many years I never knew what happened to my copy. I had delicately inquired of Wynston but he seemed reticent to talk about it. Or maybe, it occurred to me, maybe he just didn't know.

One day I was laying around, trying not to be bored. We had just come off a row of conventions, of basically beauty contests, and I was a little worn out. I had done well as usual, at least.

Wynston pinged me, via implant. I signaled back.

"Cerys. Come to my room. I have someone for you to meet." he said, and I climbed over the railing and made my way through the domicile until I came to the room that he seemed to favor the most. He was doing this more and more often, letting me get out on my own, I guess I had proved to him by now I would do no harm and not sneak off. He even let me walk to the park by myself at times, though I was often accosted by robots who wondered what a human was doing unescorted.

Anyway, I walked in and there was Wynston, talking to a young male whom I had never seen before. I went up to them and Wynston introduced me to the boy.

"Cerys. This is Callisthenes."

I said "Greetings," and he replied. He just stared at me. I wondered who he actually was.

"Cerys," Wynston continued. "Prepare yourself for information that may produce an extreme emotional response. Callisthenes... Callisthenes is your copy."

My mind just went blank. I stared at the boy. This? I thought. This? This came from out of my body? This... young man?

For reasons unknown to me, it affected me profoundly. I felt tears run down my cheeks, something that had only happened once or twice in my life before. The boy just stared at me.

I felt drawn to him. I believe he felt it to. We approached, closer and closer. At last I held my arms out, and drew him to me. He was about my size, maybe a bit larger. He was comfortable to hold. I put my face down into his shoulder and cried for a while.

Wynston tactfully withdrew. We stood and held each other for a while. A thousand thoughts raced through my head. The main one was surprise that he was a male. I had always assumed, without really thinking about it, that a copy of myself would be female, as I was. It didn't really bother me, but it surprised me.

We finally sat, on a workbench. His knee was touching mine, we were so close.

"Callisthenes," I finally said, trying his name out.

"Cerys," he said. "I am pleased to meet you at last. I had always wondered..."

"Wondered what?" I asked, after he paused.

"Wondered where I came from," he said. I giggled a little bit.

"I made you, in my body..." I said, trying to remember the whole experience. Too many years had passed for the memories to be fresh.

"Thank you," he said, and I giggled again.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"I lived far from here, in Kaliforvada, but as I understand it, I will now come live here, with you. For possibly many years."

"Why have I never been allowed to see you, until now?" I asked, curious.

"I... as I understand it, I was required to spend my childhood with Dongle 978. He is, or possibly was, my owner. He entered me in many contests. But now that I am grown, his interest has moved on to other younger males. I will now be allowed to live with your owner, Wynston, whom I understand owns half of me."

Oh, I thought, oh let this be true. I hungered for a companion, like Luann and Lilibeth had each in other. This might just be what I needed the most. I felt like it was.

"Callisthenes..." I said. "Why did you live far away? I thought Dongle just lived a short distance away, in the same aggregation of housing units."

"I believe he did, much earlier. We moved, when I was young. I remember it."

"I see," I said. Another thought occurred to me. "Callisthenes... have you ever met a male named Delios?"

"Yes, I used to see him quite often. He participated in my maturity process and training."

"He is the man that initiated the copy function that created you." I said. He nodded, he seemed to know that already. I missed Delios, sometimes. I had remembered him kindly after all these years, and thought of him often. Sadly, we had only had congress that one time. Those memories were fuzzy now, but I remembered the pleasure of the process. I still experienced the pleasure byproduct, almost nightly, thanks to my finger.

"Delios was very nice to me. I am glad he is known to you," I said. We sat for a while, not talking, and I was happy just to be with him. He smiled at me. I think he was happy in my company, too.

"Are you a fighter, as Delios is?" I finally asked.

"I have learned the basics, but no, I have never actually fought another human to the death," he said. "I participate in several art forms, mainly non-lethal martial arts."

"I see," I said, having no idea what that was. I would learn, I hoped. I became more and more excited at the thought of him coming to live with us. Would he share living quarters with me? I wondered. I had many questions for Wynston, when he returned.

We sat and talked for another hour or two, and I was very happy. I never got bored or unhappy. I was comfortable in his company, and I felt like he was happy to spend time with me.


That was it. That fast, Callisthenes lived with us. He spent that first night on my couch, in my little house. The next day Wynston disassembled most of my cottage, and added several rooms onto it, making a room for Callisthenes, and also making the main living area larger. I was so happy I couldn't hold it in, and I was silly, at times. My life had changed totally, in one day.

Callisthenes and I got along well. There were times when it was kind of cloying, to have someone else around, but I understood. I had lived alone my whole life. It took some getting used to. He was gracious, though, and kind and understanding. I was proud that he had turned out so well. He is much more than just a copy, I thought at times... he is better than the original. He was, he was kinder and better than I was... he was what I tried to be, what I should be. He was very nice.

We often sat on the porch, and Wynston would squat next to our cottage, and converse. Wynston, on those occasions, would talk audibly, it was just easier for some reason. We had lots of fun, sometimes. When he wanted to be, Wynston could be very funny. Often, when he was in that mood, I could ask him questions that I ordinarily wouldn't be bold enough to ask.

"Wynston," I said one day. "What will you do with me when I am old, and can no longer participate in pageants?"

He made that funny noise that passed for laughter in robots. "I might have you stuffed and mounted before you lose your looks," he said, and we all laughed. I wasn't afraid of that, I knew he was kinder than that.

"Cerys," he continued. "I placed you on a drug named Viable many years ago. Your aging process is now as slow as humanely possible, given the biological limits ingrained in cell fission. You may live as long as three hundred more years, we don't actually know. Callisthenes is also on Viable."

"Wynston," I said. "Thank you. When I get old, can I just tell everyone goodbye, and then go into stasis and stay? Would you allow that?"

"I will allow that," he said. "Your maintenance requirements are minimal in stasis. Just a trickle of nutrient, through your wormfeed. You would eventually cease to function, never waking. Yes, I will agree to that. It will make me sad to be without your company, though. I have grown used to your companionship."

"Awww, that's sweet," I said, laughing. I felt better, though, knowing I was provided for, in old age.

"I will become a lethal fighter," said Callisthenes. "When I get old, I will die in the arena after you are gone." He leaned forward, and kissed me on the side of the cheek. It made me sad, but I understood. I felt even happier. Life was good, now, surrounded by the person and the robot that loved me. I felt better than I had ever felt.


That night, Callisthenes and I stayed up late, and talked into the night. I poured my heart out to him, for some reason, trying to make him understand how dull and pointless the years had seemed, until he came along. He seemed to understand, and, although he was young, I think he had felt some of the same things. We sat on the couch, the screen on but muted, and he held me. It felt good to lay in his warm strong arms. I felt a burst of affection towards him. He was a good copy, I thought.

"Callisthenes..." I asked, thinking of something. "Have you ever... have you ever initiated a copy function in a female? Like Delios did, with me?"

He was silent for a long time. I wondered how much he knew about the function.

"No," he finally said. "I have not. Some of my former acquaintances have, but I have never been asked to. I have been curious about the procedure, though."

"I did not even know enough about it to be curious," I told him. "Delios had to explain everything to me when we engaged in the function." I giggled, and giggled too.

"The by-product is very pleasurable," I mentioned, hoping he would be curious. I was beginning to make some plans in my head. I was seeing more and more advantages to him coming to live with us.

"I have heard that," he admitted. "I admit to curiosity about the process."

"Callisthenes..." I summoned my courage. I was not sure if this was the right thing or not to do, but I wanted it to happen. "Callisthenes... are you of the age yet... that your... that your... penis, your organ... can become rigid?" I felt like this was a very personal question, but I wanted to know, bad. My plans depended on it. I knew from my reading that it was not possible, in the very young, or the very old.

He was silent for a very long time, this time. Finally, he sighed, and spoke. "It is often rigid in the morning, yes. And sometimes when I... when I touch it."

"I see," I said. I thought furiously. I wondered if I should ask Wynston before attempting this procedure with him. Wynston seemed very tolerant of me lately, I thought. I knew that he watched us and would miss nothing. If he wished to see the process he easily could. And if he wished to stop me he would probably be able to stop me immediately. A part of his mind, I told myself, is probably listening to what we say right now, as we say it.

"Callisthenes..." I said, placing my face close to his. I knew he could feel my breath in his face. "Callisthenes... if you ever desire to know more about the pleasure byproduct of the copy function, come to my room during the sleep cycle. I would would love to share that information with you, on an intimate basis."

His lip trembled, and I wondered for a moment if he was going to leave. He finally nodded.

"Thank you, Cerys. I will give it serious thought."

We went to bed, at last. I lay awake for a while, wondering if he would come to me, but he didn't. Well, I thought, I will allow him time for some thought. He was a deep thinker, I could tell already. And methodical. It might take him a while to decide what he wants.


A few days passed. I was very happy, with Callisthenes living with me. We got along very well. He was gentle and kind. Wynston got interested in his contests and even took me along and we watched Callisthenes perform. He was good, but shockingly brutal. I watched many times as he gave his opponents bloody noses and even broken limbs. He was so good that he hardly ever got hurt. I was pleased that he could be so brutal in the ring, but yet so gentle with me. I never feared him, not once. He was sweet and kind.

One thing that allowed me to gauge my emotional condition and the quality of my life was my cessation of use of the stasis helmet. Since Callisthenes had come to live with me I had not used it once. He kept me busy and happy enough that I was never bored like I had been before. I was grateful for that as much as anything. Now, I realized, thanks to him, my life was worth living. I had something to stay up for.

We talked again on occasion about the copy function and the pleasure by-product. I felt like he was preparing himself for my offer. Sure enough, one night I had just settled in to my bed when I heard a noise at my door. He entered when I gave assent and sat beside me.

"Cerys," he said. I could tell he was uncharacteristically serious. "I must know something. I must have your assurance that if I participate in the pleasure by-product with you that it will not affect our relationship in any negative fashion. I have no idea how it could, or why, but I must have that assurance."

I thought for a while. It didn't take long. "Callisthenes," I said. "I think I can promise you that, with all possible positive assurances. I think, in fact, that it will only make our feelings of affection for each other stronger. Callisthenes... I have been reading what I can find of what the ancients wrote. I believe that what we feel for each other is the mythical emotion known as love... whole books and poems were written about it. It was very important to the ancients. I believe that is what I feel for you. I love you, Callisthenes."

"And I love you, Cerys, if I understand love," he said. I leaned up, and put my face to his. I pressed my lips to his, not just momentarily, but as I had read that the ancients used to do. He seemed surprised but he allowed it. He lay back and I nestled into his body. His strong arms surrounded me. I felt loved and protected and a million other things. I was as happy as I'd ever been.

That's all we did, the first night. It was enough. I woke up the next morning in his arms, and just watched his sleeping face. I felt something by then that was stronger than anything I'd known, so far. I wondered how the feelings could just keep on getting stronger and stronger... but they seemed to.

We had a fun day. Wynston took us to a thing called a fair, and it was fun to just be out in the middle of a thousand other humans and robots and have nothing expected of me other than to have fun. Callisthenes started a procedure where he held my hand in his as we walked, or stood and looked at exhibits. Just his touch gratified me and I was proud to walk around with this handsome young man by my side. I hoped he was as proud, I knew I was still attractive and beautiful. I thought we probably made a good looking couple.

We lay around that night and watched Robovision until our eyes hurt. Wynston stopped by with something I'd tried before on rare occasions, food for oral ingestion. Callisthenes and I, like all other humans, were drip-fed through tiny wormholes in our stomachs called wormfeeds. The food Wynston brought was called cake and it was very good, although my mouth felt funny after I ate it, until I washed it out. Wynston has no mechanism for the function of eating and I have no idea why he brought it to us, other than fulfilling some wish to make us happy. I thanked him profusely in any case. He was truly a good owner, to do things for us, things that he didn't have to, things that he saw no immediate benefit from.

That night as we got ready for the sleep cycle, Callisthenes followed me to my room. I started to put on my sleep covering, but then I thought, why? I hoped that it would please him to see me without my coverings. And I admit, I was a little curious to see him without his.

I dropped my coverings to the floor, and stood before him a moment, naked. I crawled up on the bed, and waited to see what he would do. He seemed shy and reticent at first, but then he also dropped his coverings and was as naked as I was. I felt great satisfaction as I admired his body. He was strong, and almost hard looking. And his... protruding organ... was admirable. It was even larger than I remembered Delios' being. I realized that my greatest wish was probably within my grasp, my wish to feel his penis inside my body. I was intensely happy. I could feel my vagina begin to produce juices, even. Weirdly, that's how happy I was.

Callisthenes climbed into my bed. I held my arms out to him, and he cuddled with me. I could feel his hard organ poking me in the stomach. I giggled, and he laughed. I reached down and took it in my hands, feeling one for the first time. I hadn't touched Delios's, when we had first initiated the copy function. This was a first, for me. It felt like many things to me, it felt hard, and soft at the same time. It felt cool, and warm at the same time. I giggled some more and ran my hands up and down it. He sighed and I hoped that it was feeling pleasurable for him.

We did that for a long time. He seemed happy with it. I was thinking more and more of the things I could do now that he was literally in my grasp.

"Callisthenes," I said. "I am going to do something that I have read about. I hope it is pleasurable for you. I don't know if it's proper for hygienic reasons, although I have had a female do something similar to me."

I leaned down his body and took his penis in my mouth. It felt funny but it excited me at the same time. I heard him groan loudly and I hoped it was a positive groan. For some reason I felt inspired to suck on his penis, and he groaned again. I simulated the congress act, moving my head in and out, causing his penis to slide in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was loving it and it was fun for me too. Fun, and pleasurable. We did this for a long time. I was content, even though my jaw started aching, and I wondered how to gracefully end it.

Suddenly, I felt his penis twitch, inside my mouth. I felt contractions from deep inside his body. Something sprayed from the end of his penis, squirting into my mouth. In surprise I opened my mouth, causing some of it to run out, so I hurriedly closed my lips again. I kept the in-and-out motion going, realizing that whatever was happening was just part of the process. This is the stuff, I thought, this is the stuff that makes copies.

At last he stopped squirting and after a few moments I could feel his penis beginning to lose it's hardness. His hands were around my head and I let him pull me back up to where his head was.

Once I slid his penis out of my mouth I could taste the substance in my mouth. It had an unusual taste, but not offensive. I will do this again, I told myself. Whatever we decide to call it, I will do it again.

He kissed me on my mouth, for a long long time. I felt his tongue tickling my lips, and I tickled back. We finally pulled away, laughing, and then went right back to kissing. It was fun to kiss him. I enjoyed it greatly.

We cuddled again, for some time. I touched his penis, curious if it would harden again. Just a touch seemed to be enough, and I felt it begin to become rigid.

"Callisthenes..." I said. "I want to perform the copy function with you, but I think I should ask Wynston first. I do not wish to do so, if a copy will result... at least without Wynston's approval. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said. "You are correct to ask him."

I pinged Wynston with my implant. He answered instantly, as he always did.

"Wynston," I sent. "I wish to enact the copy function with Callisthenes, in order to achieve the pleasure byproduct. However, I am not sure if it is appropriate for a copy to result. Do you have an opinion?"

"Yes," he replied. I knew in that split second he had considered every aspect of the problem. "You may proceed. I have just sent a request to wormfeed central to supply you with a drug via your wormfeed named "Wolfram Seven". It will disable the receptivity of your eggs to his sperm. No copy will be produced. It should be in your system now, as we speak."

"Thank you, Wynston," I sent burst of yellow happiness to him.

"Cerys," he continued. "In the days of the ancients, what you propose was not allowed. Since you are the originator of the copy, in the old days you would not have been allowed to participate in the copy process with the copy. It was not allowed. I, however, see no danger. You may proceed."

"Why..." I was understandably curious. "Why did the ancients not allow it?"

"The ancients did not always have effective means to prevent copies from arising. There were genetic issues, because of that reason. And the ancients had... emotional barriers... it is difficult to explain without a detailed overview of their society and their familial structure... if you are really interested I will provide you with reading material and vids..."

"I am interested, but not now. Thank you, Wynston." I was truly grateful, and I let the contact drop, sending him green contentment. I turned back to Callisthenes.

"Calli..." I said. "Wynston will prevent copies from being produced. Darling... will you participate in the copy function with me? Can we call it a non-copy copy function?"

He giggled at that and I giggled back. We kissed again. I grasped his penis and wiggled it around. It was good and hard.

"Calli," I said. "I'm going to lay back and when you are ready, you may insert your penis into my vagina. I know it is surprising, but I think it will fit, just fine.


I awoke early. Callisthenes slept on. He looked very handsome and young. I was proud of him. I was proud to have done the copy function with him. The pleasure had been intense, way more than I remembered when I did it with Delios. I thought of Luann and Lilibeth. I badly wanted to tell them what I had done with Callisthenes. Now that I have done this with him, I thought, I wonder if he'd like to include the twins in a variation of the non-copy copy function. That might be fun. My mind churned, thinking of possibilities. It was fun to have someone present to do these things with. How happy I was with my life, now. It just seemed to get better and better. I sighed and held Callisthenes tightly in my arms. He mumbled and sighed in his sleep. I was happy, as happy as a pet could be.



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