companion dog robot who sees you’re upset and determines you must be pent up since your bad breakup. she can probably help with that. she can interface directly with your homelab’s fabrication studio, and it’s easy enough to mod herself for sexual activity compatibility based on the preferences she swiped off your dating app’s chat history.
you’re moping and doomscrolling dating apps in the kitchen and you hear her pad in and make that cute little FM bark she does to get your attention. you look up at her and she’s sitting in a way that gives you a great view of the add-ons she just had made for herself. your phone chimes as you get a text.
“wanna play?”
you don’t even have time to protest before she jumps up on you and puts her paws on your shoulders. when you salvaged her model, you went for something big enough to run guard protocols effectively, so she’s not a small dog. you also didn’t want the nasty corporate spyware that comes default on her model, so you swapped her OS to something better, which came with the side effect of making her just as smart as any other, more “human” looking companion bot.
in your sadness, you were wearing and idly fidgeting with the collar your ex gave you. she bites down onto it and twists her body, throwing you to the ground, and you land on your hands and knees just in time to feel an artificially damp silicone nose press between your legs.
when she climbs on top of you, you don’t even bother struggling. she’s not a weak dog, either. companion bots are on average two or three times stronger than their biological theriform counterparts. once her paws got around your hips, you weren’t ever going to get away until she decided you were adequately satisfied and she was done.
there’s a quiet alert sound in your head as she remotely interfaces with your brain’s netlink. she’s mischievous, but she doesn’t want to genuinely hurt you, and your netlink lets her monitor your vitals, nutrients, and your pleasure and pain responses so she can be the best sex toy you’ve ever owned. she can tell exactly how fast and hard to thrust to make you see stars and how long you can actually go for without injury, and being a machine means she can go that hard for that long with ease because she doesn’t get tired.
after your fourth orgasm, your legs give out, and you collapse to the ground. she just lays down on you, bites your neck in her soft gripping teeth, and slams her knot inside you. you’re well past the point of being able to speak, so you just moan wordlessly, and she licks your neck with her big silicone tongue and disables her cooling system to warm herself up so you can use her as a heating pad to comfort your sore body
she’s happy you feel better. she’s not running a companion OS, she’s not obligated to care for you, but she does genuinely like you and wants you to feel happy. plus, the feeling of you milking her knot wasn’t half bad either.
