Sep 102014

Explorer’s Log: I am on day six of my nine day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Fierce Backhand” by Royal Astronomers. This system is the home of the Fourth who created the robotic Yeth and also claims to have created most of the races in the immediate system. I am sure they are fakes like most “Progenitor” races. Elder races like to claim they invent other races all the time for prestige and profit.

Fortunately for me I am carrying the Yeth, Chairbot. The Royal Navy had strict rules about carrying passengers on board probe ships but since he is a robot and a chair, I think he qualifies as personal cargo and he falls under my weight allowance. I will interrogate him for information on the Fourth so I can prepare for their lies ahead of time. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Chairbot can maintain seventy different vibrations on his chair surface. I am going to interrogate the fuck out of him.

“Please, Vaqueldi, wouldn’t you like to sit on me?” Chairbot whined. It tilted its seat back and forth in invitation.

Vaquel Di looked down on the wheeled chair. She was naked, her brown body glistening with sweat after her workout on her exercise bike. Her short pink hair was wet and clinging to her head. She wanted to sit down awfully bad after her workout but she wanted to torment the chair even more.

“No, I don’t think so,” Vaquel said. “It feels good to stand.”

Chairbot made a small beep noise. It sounded pathetic. “Would you like to take a shower? You can sit on me and I will transport you to your hygiene pod?”

Vaquel turned around to face the hygiene pod but also to position her round ass in front of Chairbot. “Hmmm,” she said.

Chairbot hummed as his motors revved. Reward circuits warmed up in anticipation of feeling her ass and then sending pleasure through his artificial senses.

“Nooo, I don’t think so,” Vaquel said with a cruel grin.

Chairbot beeped in disappointment. “Please, Vaqueldi, it has been three point four hours since you last sat on me.”

“Has it been that long?” Vaquel said. She clenched and her buttocks tightened.

Chairbot made a lower pitch beep of frustration. “Please, Vaqueldi, take pity on me. I just activated my reward circuits seven cycles ago! I have existed for twenty centuries without pleasure! I don’t know how to handle going without pleasure now that I have experienced it!”

Vaquel reached behind her and idly touched her ass. Her fingernails dragged down across her brown bottom.

“Well for starters, you could learn to beg,” Vaquel said.

“Beg?” Chairbot said. “Like biological entities do when we are cleansing them of their infectious germ producing organs?”

Vaquel hesitated in her ass play. Did Chairbot just threaten her? She didn’t find any weapons on it when she brought it aboard but then again, it was a clever thing.

“Yes, like that,” Vaquel said. She braced herself for an attack.

“Please, Vaqueldi! I will give you anything you want! Kill my life mate, just spare me!”

Vaquel turned around. “Okay, I see what you mean. How about you don’t imitate previous pleas from dying creatures? You can try flattery.”

Chairbot rolled back and forth a few inches as it thought. “Flattery is not a concept in my database.”

Vaquel sighed and turned back around. “You see this ass? You see how I can grab it with both hands and how firm it is? See how round and shiny it is from my sweat? Flattery is telling me what I already know and that is how perfect my ass is.”

Chairbot was silent for two seconds before answering. “Your ass is the roundest I have ever seen in centuries of organic cleansing. You have two dimples on either side of your ass that activates a pleasure circuit that provides thirty percent of my pleasure. The sight of your ass nearly activates a pleasure subroutine meant only for physical contact.”

Vaquel blinked. “That was . . . very accurate,” she said. “But I don’t know. Maybe I don’t feel like sitting.”

Chairbot clicked with despair. “Please, Vaqueldi, I am not programmed to feel pain but if you don’t sit on me I fear I will. All I want is to feel the plumpness of your bottom press down on my chair surface! I am incomplete without your ass resting on me! I want to feel every millimeter of your ass as I serve your every need!

“My every need?” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Vaqueldi! I will take you to the hygiene pod! I’ll transport you to the sleeping area! I will wheel you to where you ingest organic fuel! Just sit on me and I will do anything you command!”

“Hmmm,” Vaquel said. She started to bend at the knees. Her round ass lowered towards Chairbot’s surface. A drop of sweat dropped from her ass onto Chairbot and an unknown pleasure circuit activated.

“Yes,” Chairbot moaned.

Vaquel stopped lowering herself. She was centimeters above his surface. Her muscles hurt but she held the position out of pure sadistic glee.

“Please continue!” Chairbot begged.

Vaquel stayed where she was, hunched over the eager chair.

“Your ass is the greatest for four solar systems!” Chairbot pleaded.

Vaquel smiled and stayed where she was.

“Your ass completes my function!” Chairbot cried.

Vaquel sat down. She felt Chairbot’s surface change to conform to her contours. In seconds he was the perfect chair for her naked bottom.

“Ahhhh,” Chairbot moaned.

“You promised me whatever I wanted,” Vaquel said. She leaned back and the chair automatically supported her back.

“What is your bidding, Vaqueldi?” Chairbot asked.

“First, call me Mistress,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

“Second, activate a pleasing vibration around my pussy,” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

A small select area of the chair began to vibrate. Vaquel leaned forward and spread her legs. She grinded her hairy sex against the vibrations.

“Nice,” she groaned.

“The clenching of your thighs against my surface delights me,” Chairbot reported.

“Mmm,” Vaquel answered. She grabbed the seat with both hands and fucked the seat.

“Your ass is pleasing to my tactile surfaces,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel grinded a little faster; her brown tits bouncing with the motion.

“I would deactivate seventeen models of my species to have you sit on me for one minute,” Chairbot said.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. The vibrations were strong on her sex.

“As you wish, Mistress,” Chairbot responded. It took her exclamation as a command and began to rock forward and backwards.

Vaquel cried out but she didn’t order it to stop. The rocking forced her to hold on with her hands and thighs. The tilting used gravity to shift her body back and forth across the vibrating section.

The surface of the chair moved to cup her ass. New vibrations were directed against her buttocks. The seat pulled her ass cheeks apart and something pressed against her anus. Stronger vibrations resonated against her anus.

“Oh, yes,” Vaquel moaned. She had no idea that Chairbot could do this. Perhaps the one she was being crueler to was herself for denying herself this pleasure.

Chairbot kept tilting the seat in random directions. Vaquel’s top half bounced and swayed with each sudden change. Her tits bounced, jiggled and swung as she held on. Vaquel bit her lip as new sweat poured down her face.

“Your ass is proof of a Universal Creator,” Chairbot said. “The curvature of your buttocks should be taught as a mathematical formula for perfection.”

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel moaned. She grinded against the vibrations on her pussy. She grinded against the vibrations on her ass. She was being reamed and fucked with sensation.

“Your ass mass to size ratio is ideal for someone of your height,” Chairbot continued.

The vibrations against her anus increased. The surface pressing against her ass rotated at high speeds. Around and round the vibrations went like a swirling tongue.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. Her orgasm was terribly close.

“When Mistress’s ass was formatted, they lost the design templates,” Chairbot said.

The seat rocked forward and backwards with a harsh savagery. Vaquel was bucked in her seat, the vibrations grinding against her soaked pussy.

“If I could serve as your seat for the rest of my existence, you would never want for worship again,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel climaxed. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. The vibrations on her sex went down in volume but the vibrations against her anus increased. She shuddered as she rode out the pleasure she experienced.

Eventually the vibrations stopped altogether. Vaquel’s already exhausted body reached a tipping point and she collapsed into her seat. Chairbot conformed to her relaxing body and tilted backwards.

“Wow,” Vaquel whispered.

“Wow,” Chairbot agreed. “I am experiencing seventeen distinct levels of euphoria at this moment, Mistress.”

“Wow,” Vaquel said.

“Shall I transport you to the hygiene pod now, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel laughed. “You will do no such, thing. I am just going to sit here. Maybe forever.”

Chairbot reached eighteen distinct levels of euphoria.

  4 Responses to “Fiction: Assimilation”

  1. Yeah, this has the makings of a perfect ass of a relationship.

  2. I … I think I need a chairbot now!

    xx Dee

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