CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #14

Author's Notes: More playing with the android, and this time getting as "up in her butt" as her butt goes! But -- gasp! -- new sexy developments!

[futa/nil] [hotdogging] [kissing/groping]

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Your next kiss with Proxy is drawn out over a long few moments, her hands sliding along your soft skin and your own fingers gently tracing along the strangely soft outer layer that covers her. You nuzzle your nose to hers, groping one breast firmly, more or less buying time until you can think of something that makes sense, but you’re coming up with nothing. Her skin seems sensitive enough, her body reacting to your touch with increasing lust just from your caresses and the warmth of your body.

An idea flickers across the surface of your mind -- her skin. If Proxy’s skin is so sensitive, maybe that’s all you really need to attend to. Just touch her, please her. She’s already cooing and whirring eagerly just from your kisses and caresses, so... maybe you can take advantage of that to have some fun of your own. Your hands slide beneath her figure, grabbing that firm ass of hers and giving it a little squeeze, your cock pulsating against your lower belly. If things were different you’d probably already be deep inside of the android right now, and your thoughts keep wandering to that plush, pliable backside Proxy’s sporting... but just because there’s no true entrance to it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun with it.

“Turn around,” you whisper, pressing your tits firmly against the android’s and nibbling her bottom lip. “We’re going to have some fun.”

She blinks up at you, and the strange, iridescent discs in her eyes rotate again as she processes the information. Finally she offers a small, silent nod, her scarlet, holographic hair swishing in a physics-defying arc as she turns, getting shyly on her knees and glancing back at you, the smooth hillocks of her butt swaying with her hips from side to side. You bite your lower lip a little, leaning down to caress your hands along either side of it, then down along her thighs, kissing each cheek gently. Proxy lets out a soft little moan, and you spy her fingers making deep ruts in the soft foam of her bed.

“You like that?” you whisper to her, kissing up from her upper thigh back to her ass. The entire crevice between her cheeks is doll-like smooth, like the rest of her, dispelling any hopes of a hidden entrance you hadn’t noticed from the front. Still, you’re going to have fun with this.

“A-affirmative,” the android murmurs. “What are you going to do with me? Since I don’t... I mean, you are aware that I don’t have what any... ports.”

“What kind of lover would I be if I couldn’t improvise?” you grin, kneeling behind the artificial mercenary and mounting her slightly, laying the throbbing length of your creamy blue girlcock against the divide of Proxy’s backside, nestling between those plush, spongy cheeks like a sausage between two steamed buns. “Nnn... x’ora,” you curse under your breath, wincing a little. It feels better than you’d imagined -- Proxy’s backside is incredibly pliable and elastic, almost seeming to seal itself around your aching hard dick.

Putting one hand on each side of Proxy’s waist, you gently squish her cheeks around you, the smooth, synthetic flesh completely engulfing your girlcock with a grip that’s vacuum-tight but soft as silk. You bite your lip and let out a quiet moan which is matched by one from Proxy herself, who shudders at the attention -- it seems like you were right, before. The membrane that covers her is plenty sensitive to do whatever you like to her. That, or the majority of her arousal comes from mental (programming?) processes, which still works in your favor.

Letting out a slow breath, you glide one hand upward, squishing along the android’s butt to caress firmly up along her slender back, massaging your palm against her silvery skin until you finally grasp one shoulder, holding her a little more firmly. Her legs and arms are spread wide, body lowering itself a little so that you can easily thrust forward from a kneeling position, and thrust you do. It takes a moment to find a good combination of positioning and rhythm, but the moment’s effort is duly rewarded when you finally start to pump your hips forward, sliding your throbbing girlcock back and forth between the snug, plump valley of the artificial mercenary’s ass.

Your breathing picks up, hot and heavy as you gently rake your nails back down Proxy’s back, drawing a passionate moan from the mechanical girl as you thrust forward again and again against her backside. Your mind flickers back to when you’d done this -- earlier today, actually -- with Siara, and you count yourself fortunate that you’ve had such interesting luck recently. Sparks of pleasure shoot through you, a trail of precum creaming up the deep crevice and allowing your thrusts to go even faster, easier, your hips thrusting forward wildly now as your cock squelches in and out from between those heavenly globes of synthetic butt. It feels nice, in a way, to have a semblance of freedom -- even when you’d done this earlier with Siara, she’d been the one in control. Now, you have the opportunity to haul off and drill the slick, firm valley of Proxy’s rear as frenetically as you like.

You thrust harder and faster against her, a wild scream of lust and excitement shooting through you as you pin yourself to Proxy’s back, tilting the android’s head just enough (though finding it turns quite easily, possibly three hundred and sixty degrees) to kiss her lips hard again, your moan echoing against the inside of the synthetic merc’s mouth and mixing with her own ecstatic moan. Squishing your breasts against her back and your throbbing girlcock against her butt, you gasp out your release, your body seizing and spasming as you shoot bolt after bolt of hot, thick cum upward and outward, fanning across Proxy’s back. You wrap one arm around the robot girl, fondling her tit and squeezing her gently, grinding your body against hers until your “discharge” is spread not only across her back but across your front, a layer of cream sandwiched between both of your twitching, squirming bodies.

“Nmmn... fuck...” you murmur, pinning yourself to Proxy’s flattened figure and nibbling at the android’s neck. “That was... cool....”

“Yes it was,” comes a voice from behind you that makes your eyes snap open. It’s definitely not Proxy’s, and the accent sounds... yeah, definitely idina.

You’ve never felt more exposed, and you feel Proxy stiffen with unease beneath you as well. Tentatively, you start to sit up, your heart racing as you glance to the front of the room, near the open doorway. She’s idina, and she’s also familiar, definitely a face you’ve seen -- a face you saw in Aia’s War Room, in fact. Short, slender, green-skinned and clad in tight black fabric, her golden hair pulled into a high, imperious ponytail. She is essentially the worst person who could have ended up here, even if, in retrospect, it makes sense that she would arrive in Proxy’s quarters. She’s Mistress-Commander Shoda. “I see I may have been errant when I assumed that an artificial asset may be above such...” her fiery scarlet eyes gaze across your naked figure. “...Tempting, distractions, but here I stand corrected.”

“I... meant no offense, Mistress-Commander,” Proxy murmurs, sitting up on the bed beside you. She can’t blush, the bitch. You’re pretty certain that you are. “Just having some fun.”

“Is that so?” Shoda purrs, her voice icy, threatening yet... invested, nonetheless. “I wish you had told me that you had such urges. Perhaps I might have fulfilled them.”

Proxy glances from Shoda to you, then back to Shoda. You’ve learned enough about her small mechanical “tells,” the soft whirs and twitches that signify her various, if subtle, reactions, to tell that she’s feel cornered. Afraid. There’s a moment of hesitation before she makes a move that might save both of you. “You still can, mistress,” she says softly, glancing back to you. “Maybe you can fulfill... both of us.” There’s a slight edge in her voice that tells you to play along. As far as you know right now, Shoda may still just be assuming that you’re a courtesan. While getting “close” to her may not net you any advantages, it might get you out of this specifically tense scenario.

A) “I’m very skilled, mistress... just tell me what you want, and I’m sure we can give it to you.” +1 Inquisition

B) “Mistress-Commander? Is that just like a... like a title, or are you really... y’know, a mistress? Because... I think that could be fun.” +1 Naivety

C) “I’ve been teaching Proxy some things about herself... I think you’ll enjoy the results if you test her out with me.” +1 Ambition

D) You bite your lip, suggestively snuggling into Proxy’s side and spreading your legs to show off your still-stiff girlcock. “Well, mistress? Aren’t you going to come play with us?” +1 Aggression