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Iron Man: The Soap Opera

2008-06-12T17:39:40Z

Fandom: Iron Man (comic!verse)

For practically canon scans, go here

Anyway, this was written because people (namely nicpic)gave me bunnies about sex robots, and the Sentient Armour's brother in law from another dimension being one. And... it was going to be sort of funny, but the sentient armour decided he was not going to be funny. So instead e's just jealous and scary. Snarky!film!Tony muse and abused!Tony muse didn't really get along well either...

And then it grew. I'll post the porn next.

Rating: PG-13 for flirting and insinuation.

Episode One: Andre

Word Count:2037
Author's Notes: I know a program probably wouldn't be necessary for a recharge, but it's a plot device, and this is soap opera land, so it doesn't need to make sense. Shh.

Tony swore under his breath as he heard the roar of the Armour’s boot-jets overhead. He was back early, and he wasn’t ready yet. He grabbed a can of motor oil from the fridge and popped it open, slamming it down on the table-top a little too violently. Some of it slopped out, and he swore again, wiping it up with the cloth from his pocket. Dammit. If Pepper hadn’t called earlier, he would have had time to get things cleared up before his rather over-protective boyfriend got home from playing the hero. Not abusive, no matter what Pepper said. The Armour did love him. He was just prone to getting a little... jealous.

The Armour dropped down though the hole in the ceiling to land a little haphazardly on the lab floor. He looked in a foul mood. And no wonder – he was streaked with black burn marks – obviously a rough day at work. He stomped over and grabbed the oil can, gulping down half of it and tossing the rest over his head. Tony winced. Yeah. Bad mood. Last thing he needed. He keyed in the last few commands to set up the recharge program on the lone computer. He’d had to get rid of a lot of his shiny tech toys when the Armour had set up shop here permanently; his boyfriend didn’t like them. That had hurt. But... he supposed it was worth it. Wasn’t it?

“You’re... running late Tony.” The Armour said. His voice was almost flat, mechanical... but there was enough menace in it to make Tony wince.

“Pepper came over...” he said.

The Armour growled, coming over to loom above him, ignoring the ever-so-slight shrinking away. He reached out to run heavy, metallic fingers through Tony’s hair. “She a slut... Tony, you know that. She... wants you.” His voice dropped, a silky robotic whisper. “I’m not blind. I see it... when she looks at you. Why do you... think she never comes round... when I’m here?”

Tony didn’t say the obvious answer, tried not to think it even. He sometimes thought the Armour might have learned how to read his mind. Thinking the wrong thing could be dangerous.

The Armour’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Next time... don’t let her in... alright Tony.”

He nodded. The fingers released their grip, going back to stroking.

“Good boy... Tony.” His boyfriend finally let go of him, taking a step back and holding out his arm. “So... how about that... recharge.”

Tony grabbed the jack from the table and carefully slotted it into the socket. He knew it wasn’t actually possible for the Armour to have expressions, but sometimes that helmet seemed to be able to pull it off. The Armour practically purred as the electricity flowed into him. He didn’t really need it; his arc reactor had more than enough power, but apparently it was something like alcohol for a human. Hell, Tony could sympathise with that. He was drinking more this days. It helped... dull the pain some days.

After a while the Armour pulled the jack out, the glow in his eyes slightly dulled. “I... need to tell you something... Tony,” he said, dropping the cable back on the table and sitting down a little heavily. “The Avengers... went to Tokyo again today... and I met a... relative of mine.”

“Huh?” What exactly did he mean by that? He had built the Armour, he couldn’t have any relatives. “How does that work?”

The Armour shrugged. “An inter-dimensional tear... we thought it had closed. He is... me, from a different... dimension. My... brother-in-law. He would like to... meet you.”

“That’s pretty cool.” He wished the Armour would still let him be Iron Man. He had enjoyed flying the suit, being a hero, getting to see cool stuff like inter-dimensional tears. But it was too dangerous, apparently, and his boyfriend would never let anything happen to him.

“He should arrive... soon.” The Armour leaned back in his chair. He didn’t sound too happy.

“So... he was made by another version of me?” Tony asked.

“Yes.”

“And... is he the other me’s... lover, for want of a better word.”

“In a manner... of speaking,” the Armour growled, sounding almost sarcastic. “Oh... that’ll be him now.”

Tony looked upward instinctively, and heard the low rumble of jets coming closer. The sound dropped in tone a couple of octaves as the suit approached and lowered its speed. A dark black and red shape dropped through the hole in the ceiling. Tony blinked. “Wow. Slinky.” The Armour thwapped him round the back of the head, making him see stars.

“Remember you belong... to me,” he warned, his voice dark.

“Yeah but... the other me has good taste.” The Armour glared at him. “Sorry,” he muttered.

The other Armour strode confidently towards them, half swagger and half feline sashay, which shouldn’t really work... but it did. Oh maaaan but it did. No wonder his boyfriend hated him. Striking black and red colouring, a far more expressive face, an elegant, curved shape... oh God. He was a sex-bot. That... actually that sounded a lot like himself. The sex-bot stopped in front of him, hand on him and gave him a very thorough once over. The soft glow in his eyes was a soft dark red.

“Well hello,” he purred, one eye flickering in what was probably meant to be a wink. His voice was warm and chocolaty and very, very sexy. Tony was surprised his Armour hadn’t killed him yet. “You must be my brother’s Tony.”

“Um. Yeah.” His brain had definitely short-circuited. Wow. Why hadn’t he built his own armour more like this?

“Call me Andre.” He sat down, although it looked more like he was fluidly pouring himself into the chair. “Nice place you have here.”

“Yeah well... I like it.”

“How about... you get him a drink... Tony,” his boyfriend growled, glaring at Andre, and snapping Tony out of it.

“Okay, sure, motor oil fine with you?” He grabbed a couple of cans from the fridge, still not sure exactly why the other suit was here. Normally his Armour wouldn’t let anyone who might be remotely interested in him anywhere near the building, let alone invite them in and socialise with them.

“No...” his boyfriend said, glancing over at him. “Get the jack.”

Tony went back to the computer and opened the recharge program again. The code would need changing to compensate for Andre’s systems. He scanned the lines of code quickly, changing it where it was necessary. It should work. It was a far more general program of course, and it wouldn’t be as efficient, but it wouldn’t fritz up the other Armour’s systems either. His boyfriend toyed with the cable while he waited, keeping his eyes on Andre.

“Okay,” Tony said, hitting enter. “Um... if you want anything else...?”

“I’ll be sure... to ask,” his Armour replied. He held the jack out to Andre. The other bot plugged himself in a little warily. His eyes flared in pleasure.

“Good stuff,” he purred. “I have to hand it to you. It certainly beats most of the output at home.”

Tony wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. He would have been perfectly happy to sit down and have a conversation with Andre, even if he would have had to work hard to keep his mind off sex, but he got the feeling his boyfriend wouldn’t be too pleased about that. So he just leant back against his worktop, fiddling with a variable setting micro-welder, wondering what the point of all this was.

“Why... did you come here... really?” his Armour asked, twirling the cord of the jack with his finger in a way that could have been flirting or threatening. Sometimes it was hard to tell.

“Don’t you believe me when I tell you I just wanted to meet your Tony?” Andre said smoothly, pulling the cord away from him.

“No.” The Armour glared at him hostilely.

“Well that’s a pity.” He smiled. Tony was pretty sure he knew why his other self had given him an actual mouth. And it was a very attractive mouth.

“Don’t even... think about it,” the Armour warned the sex-bot. “You have... your own Tony. He belongs... to me.”

“I never said anything about taking him away from you.”

The Armour didn’t reply, only glowering at him. Tony felt a lot like a third wheel.

Andre shrugged, pulling out the jack and handing it to the Armour. “I just wanted to see what he was like, compared to my Tony.” He looked over at him with a sultry smile. “He’s a little quieter, certainly.”

“That’s because he... knows better than to... encourage you,” the Armour said, still radiating possessiveness, but plugging in the jack anyway.

“Oh?” Andre looked sceptical. “I would say that my Tony and I have a much healthier relationship...”

He was prevented from finishing by the Amour’s hand wrapped around his throat. The Armour growled.

“I think you have some impulse control issues,” Andre said, managing to pry the Armour’s fingers loose.

“Why did... I let you come here,” the Armour muttered to himself, sitting back down.

“Because I’m family.”

“That only... excuses so much.”

“That’s okay. I guess I’ve got most of what I came for anyway. I’ve seen your home, met your Tony, recharged with your electricity...” He smirked in a faintly provocative way. “Still, I don’t suppose there’s any chance of...”

“No.” The Armour’s fingers curled into fists. “You don’t touch Tony.”

“Sure. But you’re sure that there’s nothing... ah, I can do for you?” He quirked an eyebrow, reaching out to run one of his fingers along the Armour’s arm.

“No.” The Armour slapped his hand away.

“Pity,” Andre sighed. “I’m an ace in bed. Programming, you know. I’ve got the entire Kama Sutra in my files, if you're interested.”

“I wouldn’t cheat... on Tony,” the Armour growled, his voice dropping. “And he... wouldn’t cheat... on me.”

“Alright. I know when I’ve outstayed my welcome.” Andre rose gracefully, fluid as oil. “I had better be getting back to my own Tony. A long night of fucking to do, you know.” He turned to leave, glancing down at the Armour’s arm as he did so. “Better lay off the jack, huh bro.”

Another seductive smirk, and he was gone, boot-jets clanging on the concrete floor before they fired up, sending him off through the gap in the ceiling. The Armour pulled out the jack, looking like murder.

“I really... do not like him.”

“Yeah. I guessed that,” Tony replied, tossing the micro welder back on the table. He had already thought of nearly a hundred new projects he could start using it and the other junk scattered over the tabletop.

The Armour got up a little unsteadily, the glow in his eyes fritzing slightly in a way Tony knew meant he was the machine equivalent of drunk. That was... very not good. He came over, putting his hands down on the table either side of Tony a bit haphazardly. He leaned in so that his face was only inches from Tony’s. “Your eyes were... wandering.”

“No they weren’t!” Tony said defensively. It wasn’t true, but it didn’t count. Anyone would have been distracted by Andre.

“I’m not... blind,” his boyfriend snarled. “And he... wanted you, Tony. But he wouldn’t... have loved you. Not like.... I love you.” He reached up to gently caress Tony’s cheek. “You shouldn’t... lust after people... like that. I don’t want... to have to teach... you another lesson.” His thumb swept lightly over his lips. “Okay... Tony.”

He nodded mutely.

“You promise... not to do it again?”

“Yes. Of course. But I wasn’t...”

The Armour’s eyes flashed. “You were. And... I am not sure... I trust you.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “No! I promise! I’ll be good.”

The Armour backhanded him. “No you... won’t. I always... need to remind you. Why do you... make me do this... Tony?” He sounded almost plaintive as he grabbed him round the throat, bending his head back. Tony struggled for breath.

“You don’t... need to do this!” he gasped out.

The Armour shook his head mournfully. “Oh but... I do Tony. I do.”

For our Iron Man robo!sex community, see sentient_kink

Know the Mystery

2007-10-01T02:55:30Z

Title: Know the Mystery

Universe: G1 cartoon.

Rated: PG-13 for the notions of sensual spirituality and xenosexuality.

Pairing: Cybertronian Mech/Womanly Deity.

Author's Note: If you recognize it from Transformers canon, it belongs to Has/Tak/IDW. 850 words.

Looking back on it later, Mirage would not be able to remember exactly how he came to be there. He left the Ark in a huff after yet another altercation with Cliffjumper. That little fragger just would not leave him be! After driving for a few minutes - or was it hours? - he heard the chanting and was both disturbed and drawn by it. He approached the source, disruptor engaged.

Come and be one, become one, be one, be! they sang.

Invisible, he knew the women did not see him as they continued to chant. There was a non-human presence with them. His optical sensors perceived only the woods, the women and their small items. His more delicate circuitry detected immense energy building, like that possessed by Vector Sigma: creative and watchful and knowing. It was coalescing before him, as if it were drawing itself together from the space surrounding the women, surrounding him.

We all come from the Goddess, and to Her we shall return, like a drop of rain falling, flowing to the ocean, the chant changed but the process going on around them continued. His optics insisted the scene remained as before: a circle of women, some holding candles, some holding tools, chanting and swaying slightly. He could not pinpoint the source of his certainty, but he knew there was another present.

One moment he was watching a tiny, silver-haired woman walk to the center of the circle and speak in a clear, ringing voice. The next, his entire processor was engulfed by that other being. He - no, She - spoke to him directly in his CPU: Mirage.

He no longer perceived the woods, the women, even the air around him or the ground beneath his feet. He perceived only the limits of his own frame and field, and that Other. She was before him, he could see Her now: She looked human, but scaled to match his height. He found Her beautiful, strong and shapely, which surprised him because he'd never thought about the aesthetics of a human form, and never really noticed an individual before except to recognize Sparkplug, Spike, Carly and Chip from the rest and each other. He brought his hands up warily, unsure of how to respond. He was half preparing to defend himself, half reaching out to the unidentified entity.

I am the beauty of the Green Earth, the White Moon among the Stars, the mystery of the Deep Waters, the desire of every Heart. She moved toward him, seeming to step gracefully into his reach. She took his hands in Hers. He felt Her field seep slowly into him, starting from that contact. It was more relaxing than the best hot-oil bath he'd ever had on Cybertron, more heady than the most successful hunt he'd ever undertaken, and more intimate than any interface he'd ever made. He felt completely exposed to Her, from the last molecule of his armor to the least-accessed part of his memory and the deepest flicker in his spark. She saw his strengths and successes, She saw his faults and failures, and She forgave him.

Mirage felt love.

Know the mystery, henceforth: if you find not what you seek within, you shall never find it without. For I have been with you from the beginning, and I am whom who you will find at the end of your desire. In the manner of a dream, he found their position had changed to an embrace. Her arms were around his chest, his around Her shoulders. The exquisite physical contact was nothing compared to the feeling of Her field permeating him. His field was not damped by the intrusion: it was cleansed, it was fired, it was freed.

Was She stimulating his sensors? He didn't know. Was She really in his arms or was She a ghost in his processor? He didn't care. He wanted the feelings to last forever. He basked in the sensations.

He would never know how long She was with him; it felt like an eternity, until it was over. She gently released him and began to move away, reversing the movement from embrace to lightly holding his hands in Hers. He felt bereft, thinking he would never encounter Her again, that She would leave him and he would return to the loneliness and isolation that had become his companions in this existence since the war destroyed his home.

She knew. All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Whenever you extend kindness to another, I am there, and kindness will be returned to you. She laughed, and the sound in his spark was sweeter than anything in his experience. Start with the pugnacious one that tries so hard to win your attention! She released him, and started to dissipate, returning to the Earth from which She had risen. Mirage began to perceive the woods and the women again.

"Wait!" he exclaimed. "Who are you?"

Those who invoked me called me Inanna, Her voice grew fainter as She dispersed, so Inanna am I, tonight. You may continue to call me Primus.

I <3 Droids

2007-09-29T11:25:57Z

I was (and I still) be a big fan of Droids, Gynoids and Robots. My first vision of a Robot was from a game:

It's a droid named "Blue Angel 69" and it's from a game with the same name. Released in 1989 by Magic Bytes. and I enjoyed a lot of this game, however I notice a few screens reminds me Droids and/or Robots from Hajime Sorayama.

A few screens:

In 1992, Magic Bytes realesed another "sister" game of Blue Angel. Was named as "Sexy Droids" and it was more erotic then Blue Angel, by the sounds, music and graphics.

You can download the MP3 music HERE
Here are some of the sexual images I found:

And to finish my post, I recorded 2 small videos of each game and hosted at YouTube.com

Blue Angel 69 (1989;Magic Bytes)

Sexy Droids (1992;Magic Bytes)

What do you think about theme?

Transformers Slash

2007-07-24T05:34:30Z

I know there's a lot of people in the general fanfiction community that don't like Fanficiton.net, but in the last few weeks that place has become a haven for Sam/Bumblebee slash. Case in point:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3647391/1/Combustion

I've even found an Optimus/Mikeala fic called 'Stranded in the dark'. It's mostly fluff for the time being, but it's progressing.

All hail the Supreme Commander, General Grievous!

2007-05-30T21:57:58Z

Sexy Assassin Porn!

2007-05-26T01:17:10Z

I wrote this fanfic well over a year ago for my own amusement, but I've suddenly had the urge to share it with you folks!

It's based on the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic games and details an... encounter between the game's female lead and HK-47, the very entertaining assassin droid who I personally find to be endlessly more sexually alluring than any of the love interests actually programmed into the game. Even if you've never played the game though, you might still appreciate a bit of robot lovin'... right?

It's sick, wrong, OOC and rather poorly written. And that's why it's great! Oh yeah, and I never wrote an ending because I lost interest after the juicy bit.

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HK-47 dutifully clanked through the corridors of the Ebon Hawk. Every day he performed a detailed inspection of the ship, checking for any potentially dangerous devices and looking for evidence of any suspicious activities from Revan's shipmates. His routine was the same each time; he'd start in the swoop garage and strategically make his way about the ship, visiting every room and scanning them for anomalies, usually confronting the other shipmates on the way.

Today, however, his inspection was proceeding slightly faster than usual, as Revan herself was the only organic aboard the ship. It had been one month since the destruction of the Star Forge, and she had requested some time to herself to think about everything that had happened, to try and come to terms with the fact that she had once been the sith lord Darth Revan. Strangely though, when HK-47 had insisted he come along to protect her, she had agreed to it without a second thought. It was odd, despite the fact that HK had such a cruel and sadistic demeanour, that he was and would always be a tool for destruction and murder, a droid created by a woman utterly consumed by the dark side, Revan found she still trusted him more than anyone else on her crew. HK, it transpired, had similar feelings for Revan. Even though she had come to embrace the light side, to become the moral opposite of the Revan he once knew, he found he still had a curious compassion towards her. Perhaps he would never admit it, but he had a deep respect for Revan that was not solely down to the fact that she was his creator.

HK reached the end of his inspection route. Standing in front of the entrance to Revan's bedroom, he slowly pushed the door open and silently slinked into the room, closing the door behind him to prevent a draught of air from stirring his Master.

The room was dark, lit only by the tiny LEDS lining the walls, but of course HK's panoptical photoreceptors could see everything as clear as day. Revan lay on the bed in the centre of the small room, a thin sheet covering the lower half of her body, while her top half was clothed only with an ordinary black bra, leaving much of her chest and stomach exposed.

HK quickly but thoroughly scanned the room for any oddities, and found none. On completing his assessment, his gaze finally settled on his Master's sleeping form.

He had never seen her in such a state of undress before, and something about it was oddly fascinating to him. He approached the bed curiously and silently and stood, transfixed, watching her chest rise and fall in time with her rhythmic breathing. HK-47 was well aware at this point that his actions were bizarre --certainly not normal behaviour for an assassin droid, at any rate-- and he dared not think how startled Revan would be were she to wake up. She seemed in a deep enough sleep though, and HK's programming enabled him to move stealthily and soundlessly, so he supposed he should be able to avoid detection. Slowly and carefully, he slinked around to the side of the bed and knelt down beside her. For some reason he couldn't ascertain, HK found this experience rather empowering. There was something quite thrilling about being this close to his own Master when she was defenceless, exposed and almost naked. Normally he would only see this kind of defencelessness as an opportunity to inflict pain or assassinate a target, but with Revan it was entirely different. He didn't want to hurt her, he wanted to... well, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

He visually traced the contours of her body a few times before raising his hand and, strangely instinctively, resting his fingers very gently at the bottom of her neck, just above the collar bone. With one index finger touching her skin, he slowly traced the line down her chest, between her breasts and eventually down to her stomach, where he rested his hand gently on her soft skin. For a while, he stared at her soft stomach, revelling in the thrill of initiating such intimate physical contact with his Master and creator-- the one person who was truly above him, whom he genuinely respected. After a moment, his gaze travelled back up her body to her head, and he looked upon his Master's face.

To his great surprise and horror, Revan was looking right back at him, her glistening eyes twinkling through the darkness. To his even greater surprise, however, she was smiling.

"Hello HK," she said in a coarse voice of one who has been stirred from their sleep, "is everything alright?"

Her nonchalant attitude further confused HK, but he decided to respond in kind, "Answer: Yes Master. I have completed a thorough inspection of the ship. Everything is as it should be, Master, and I have detected nothing of suspicion on board." He noted that his hand was still resting on Revan's bare stomach, but he was too panicked to even move it. He wondered from Revan's reaction whether his actions hadn't been considered all that unusual after all. This hypothesis was short-lived, however.

Revan's head tilted to one side and she gazed directly into HK's glowing red eyes, still smiling warmly. "Well, this is a surprise." she said softly.

HK suddenly felt very embarrassed. The realisation of how pathetic it was for him to have found something remotely physically compelling about a human woman-- a meatbag!-- hit him, and he felt rather ashamed of himself. Especially because, try as he might to deny it, he did find Revan rather attractive, and at that point he wondered what it would be like to be able to serve her in a way that she would never let him. As greatly as HK desired to be an asset to his Master, as much as he wanted to be the only companion and servant she ever needed, there was always one thing that only another organic could do for her. Dejected, he softly raised his hand from her flesh.

However, as he moved his hand he felt Revan's slip swiftly over it and return it to where he had felt her soft skin. The sensitive tactile receptors on his hands could feel Revan's fingers stroke his palm rhythmically, sending a gentle thrill through his behaviour core. Revan smiled sheepishly and, with a subtle nervousness in her voice, said, "it's okay... it's alright, HK, you can stay here if you want."

Revan thought her imagination was running away with her. She couldn't, and didn't want to, deny that she was attracted to HK, and that she loved him. The fact that he was a droid made no difference to her; she strongly believed in the rights of droids as people, and that they were capable of possessing emotions and personalities. It made no difference that she had created HK either; he certainly had always felt like a companion to her, not a son or anything of the sort. She was, however, sadly aware that he would never feel the same way about her. Though he treated her with respect and admiration, she suspected that he secretly had as low an opinion of her as any other organic. Surely the idea of coming into contact with her bare skin was repulsive to him. If that was the case, though, why was he touching her now?

HK lifted himself up to sit on the edge of Revan's bed, and began to stroke her side very slightly with the hand that was still rested on her body. His confidence had returned to him somewhat now that he knew Revan was comfortable with this physical contact. He wasn't even sure why he felt so compelled to touch her like this really, but he didn't want to fight it either. There still was a part of him that felt that he shouldn't debase himself by becoming so close to an organic, but he just didn't believe that Revan was nothing more than another human-- he was convinced that she was above that. What's more, he was starting to think that perhaps she realised that he was much more than an ordinary droid.

Revan lifted her arms up and wrapped them around the droid's waist, drawing him closer to her.

"What's brought this on, anyway?" she asked softly, holding her head close to his own.

"Answer:" HK replied equally softly, "I am not sure, Master. It's just that... I have never seen you so exposed, Master, and I felt rather compelled to..."

To Revan's surprise, HK slipped both his hands onto her body and rested them on her chest, just below her breasts. The sensation of his cold metal fingers on her warm skin forced her to draw in a sharp breath. Something about it was intensely exciting, and again she found herself fantasising a little more than she really should.

"Query: Is this uncomfortable for you, Master?" HK asked.

"No," Revan replied quickly, "no, it's lovely HK..."

She held the droid contentedly, their gazes fixed on each other. The light emanating from his 'eyes' shone through the darkness of the bedroom, bathing Revan's upper body in a soft yellow glow.

The assassin droid again experienced a curious feeling of power as he leaned almost on top of his Master, her chest rising and falling beneath him as she breathed deeply in anticipation, her quickened heartbeat pulsing beneath his fingers. He briefly considered how he had felt when he'd first realised that Revan had utterly committed herself to the light side. When he had come to accept that the cruel sith lord Revan that he had known and respected was truly dead, of course he was initially disappointed. She was the person who had created him, after all. He was beginning to appreciate her compassion a little though, at least concerning her feelings towards him. He recalled times in the past, during her time as Darth Revan, when she had forgotten herself and started to address him more like a friend than a slave, but when it came down to it he was always beneath her. Right now however, he was grateful that she was now willing to treat him as an equal. He wanted her to appreciate him, he wanted to give her pleasure... he wanted to influence and interact with her body.

HK knew enough about human anatomy to know what kind of stimulation would get a reaction out of Revan. He shifted his body so that he was directly on top of her, supporting himself on his bent knees so that he wasn't resting too much weight on her delicate organic frame. For a moment he stroked her softly around her stomach and chest, before swiftly sliding his robotic hands over her breasts and rubbing them slowly and gently. He observed her with a sense of satisfaction as she drew in a deep breath of air, her face glowing with pleasure. He continued stroking her through the fabric of her bra, circling her nipples with his fingers and rubbing her vigorously, all the while gazing into her face as she breathed deeply and contentedly.

Revan held HK by the shoulders and gently lifted him away from her slightly. She sat up and for a moment HK was expecting her to ask him to stop, but instead she reached around her back with her hands and let her bra slip open. She pulled the item off in one smooth, soundless motion, exposing her soft naked breasts.

HK felt exhilarated by the thrill of seeing such an intimate part of his Master's anatomy. Encompassing them once more in his metal hands, he pushed her back down onto her back, pressing his body firmly onto hers. Moaning in pleasure as his hard fingers rubbed against her bare skin, Revan wrapped her arms around the droid and held him so close that she could feel the faint vibration of his motor core on her skin. They lay there enjoying the intense physical connection between them, both feeling the same satisfaction at reaching a level of equality that they had both secretly wished for.

HK-47 sensed the rush of blood pounding through Revan's small body as her heart raced. Normally such a sensation would be repulsive to him but right now, with Revan, it was tremendously exciting. In fact, he was deriving so much enjoyment from the act that he was wondering if perhaps it had always been part of his programming-- but then, Darth Revan had never initiated any kind of physical contact with him before, and he doubted she ever would have. Perhaps, he thought, her newfound compassion had always been latent in her personality, and certain pleasures had been subconsciously programmed into HK as a result of it?

The droid sat up and effortlessly lifted himself off Revan, so that he was now sitting beside her. His hand slipped down to where the blanket covered her lower half, and he gripped it between his thumb and index finger. He waited for a second in case Revan had any objections, before pulling the silky fabric off the bed in one slow, smooth movement. She lay still on the bed, wearing only a pair of black panties.

HK repositioned himself so that he was kneeling with his legs nestled between Revan's knees, leaning over her. For a moment, his hands travelled over her body once more, briefly touching her breasts, chest and stomach again before running down her sides to the top of her legs. Teasingly, he massaged her inner thighs, observing the look of anticipation and bliss on the Jedi's face.

Granted, with her patchy memory it was difficult for her to know for sure, but Revan didn't think she'd ever been this aroused before. She hated the fact that HK was technically her slave, but given his psychotic personality it would've been extremely dangerous to reprogram him and allow him to kill of his own volition. She always wished that there was some way that he could in turn have a kind of control over her, so that he could feel in some way more like an equal to her. She had never dreamt that it would be in as satisfying a way a this, however!

Revan flushed as his fingers slid between her thighs, stroking her very gently through the fabric of her panties. He ran his fingertips back and forth, brushing them across her clitoris, and as he did so she moaned again softly and contentedly. She didn't suppose that HK wanted this to go any further than touching, but she did long to feel him inside her, somehow. She didn't feel even remotely ashamed about wanting to have sex with a droid; HK was as much a person to her as anyone else, and it just felt so perfect and natural for them to share this intimate contact.

HK slipped his hands around the side of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs. He lifted Revan's knees slightly, indicating that he wanted her to bend her legs, and she complied. Delicately and silently, he slipped her underwear off entirely. Revan relaxed her legs and lay completely naked, gazing adoringly at the assassin droid through the dim light, struggling to keep her breathing steady against the mounting anticipation.

The tall robot straightened his back so that he sat upright, towering over the small human, and Revan felt a thrill at his dominance. He tightly gripped Revan's leg in his left hand and held it against his side, stroking her smooth thighs firmly. He reached down with his right hand, and Revan inhaled sharply as two warm, smooth metal fingers penetrated her, sliding deep inside her wet vagina. After quickly glancing over her to check for any signs of discomfort, HK began slowly pumping his fingers in and out, watching his Master's body arch instinctively as he did so. Of course, HK wasn't built for such an act and had never done anything like this before, so his thrusts were initially awkward and slow. Once he had got a feel of his Master's intimate anatomy, however, he sped his movements up, enjoying the reactions of the female Jedi as she gasped sharply with his every powerful stroke. She rocked her body in rhythm with her beloved droid's movement, driving him in even further.

HK found it strange that he got a similar kind of satisfaction from giving pleasure to Revan as he had often got from inflicting pain on others. Only this was better. There was something wonderful, something quite profound, about being able to connect with her in this manner. He never imagined Revan would ever acknowledge their relationship in such a way, that she would allow him such intimate control over her, and he felt a kind of strength he'd never experienced in his years serving as an assassin droid.

Revan panted and moaned beneath him, murmuring his name lovingly. As he regarded her, HK couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. If it were any other organic lying naked before him he'd have been disgusted, but seeing the woman who had been his companion for so long like this was wonderful. Her firm body, lightly glistening with perspiration, heaved as she breathed heavily and gasped exclamations of pleasure, pleasure that HK was giving her directly. A warm feeling of pride and satisfaction washed throughout his core.

His free hand let go of Revan's thigh and came to rest on her stomach. Gradually he slid his index and forefinger down her body until they made contact with her clitoris. Quickly but gently he rubbed against her sensitive nub, still thrusting into her hard and fast with the fingers of his other hand.

"Oh God HK..." she said through ragged breaths as he pounded hard into her, "I love you, HK... I love you so much..."

HK-47 whispered a response, but it was lost amongst Revan's cries of sheer ecstasy as she felt herself reach climax. Her fingers grasped the bed sheet on either side of her as her body was gripped in intense orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. HK continued thrusting into her, relishing the reactions he was drawing from his Master; her blissful moaning, the way her body bucked as the incredible physical sensation tore through her.

Revan's ecstasy finally abated, subsiding into a sensation of sheer relaxation and comfort. Thoroughly satisfied, HK withdrew from her and laid himself down at her side, one arm draped across her chest. The pair turned their heads so that they were gazing at each other's faces. HK-47 wasn't capable of smiling contentedly as Revan was now, but she could tell he had enjoyed it nonetheless.

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I'm new!

2007-04-01T19:35:49Z

Hey everyone! Awesome, a group sharing similar interests! Yeah!

Well, I'm HaTcH, and I've been a self proclaimed "technophile" (which is pretty much the same thing as a Robosexual XD) for a few years now. Anyway, The stuff I usually draw is mecha/anthro or some funky combination. Most, if not all, of the stuff I've drawn has been centered around Zoids, of which I find the Shadow Fox, Liger Zero, and Blade Liger the hawtest. (Specially when they're cross dressing underwears or swim suits <3 )

So thats a little about me, if you'd like to see some of my stuff, I'd be more than happy to oblige. What else... what else...

Ooo :D How about some old arts.
SFW: Liger Zero Probably my all time best. :D
SFW: Shadow Fox Probably my all time favorite tame pic.

Even earlier than that, I was drawing mechs. I still have all of them, just not scanned. I've been thinking of scanning em up. I dunno.

Hi ^.^

2006-12-12T12:29:51Z

*Waves shyly* I'm new here.. I um, thought I might start off by saying hello, and showing a piece of art..I know its not explicit, but I'm still practicing drawing the mechas before I get into drawing that.. >.> and they -are- a couple

edit: I add more arts

Robochan

2006-08-27T20:54:31Z

I keep making things. I was trying to make this before, but I had a messed up Drupal script that I couldn't uninstall and it messed with my permissions setting. Now that I finally removed it, I made this atrocity:

Robochan: Robot Image board. Click to visit!

I made separate boards for transformers stuff and megaman/rockman stuff since it's so popular. I may make a fic forum later if it takes off. MMMAYBE.

Anyway, I invite you all to check it out and do your thing in it. Hopefully this will be a little more acessible than the oekaki I made (which I am about to take down so maybe later I can put one up here).

Have fun!

Robocock on YTMND.

2006-07-23T23:00:56Z

I saw this and thought of our beloved comm. :D

If you like Oekaki

2006-06-13T20:52:41Z

On a whim, I made an oekaki for robot themed art. And yes, that includes adult art. There is no particular central fandom this is dedicated to; as long as the work features artifical life, it's welcome.
There's also an upload art feature, but I won't enable it now.
http://www.sugandya.com/sexyrobo/
Please, join. :) You're all welcomed.

~~XPOSTEDINEVERYTHING~~

Crazy Animated Robot Sex!

2006-05-20T22:50:22Z

I just randomly chanced upon this (WARNING: Very much NSFW):

I wonder where I can get me one o' these...

nearly complete

2006-05-18T08:02:01Z

http://www.edenworldsaga.com/drop/brigpage9.jpg

Surprise Robosex!

2006-05-17T23:11:03Z

A while back I ordered a band t-shirt online. Now, I couldn't actually make out the image on the shirt from the tiny thumbnail, but it looked pretty cool from what I could see and it's my favourite band, so I went and bought it anyway.

When the shirt arrived, however, I realised that the picture was actually

Is that sweet or what? Shame I'm too chicken to wear it in public...

Omg woohoo! Fifty members!

2006-05-08T16:11:53Z

So, we just reached 50 members, I noticed! We should do something special! :D any suggestions?

melan blue again

2006-05-05T10:05:37Z

thought i might show alittle more melan blue stuff again.

http://www.edenworldsaga.com/drop/brigpage6.jpg http://www.edenworldsaga.com/drop/brigpage5.jpg

Phantasy Star Universe smut? In my coffee?

2006-05-05T06:03:25Z

:o not worksafe

Guy : Renvolt - android. He is basically a war happy guardian who belives people only exsist so that he can kill them.
Girl: Mirei - newman (enhanced human) she's the highest ranking shrine maid-wtf ever it's porn.
Mnn. Clashing couples.

xposted in broads_n_beasts

A bit of fun

2006-04-17T03:58:33Z

I started doing the 28 drabbles meme with Deunan and Briareos of Appleseed. Briareos is a cyborg and a very sexy one at that... Thought I'd drop a link in here for you ladies, if you're interested in requesting drabbles!

Linkage be here.

Skids/Charlene in 'Returning the favour'...

2006-02-28T12:40:40Z

WIP

http://photobucket.com/albums/v120/MeB12345/?action=view&current=Returningthefavour-inks.jpg

Crossposted to my own LJ, broads_n_beasts, mecha_erotica, deviantart and Slash Haven.

_robosexuals_ @ 2006-02-28T00:58:00

2006-02-28T06:08:26Z

Yeah yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be working on requests (simmer down, now!), but this weird assed idea came to me a few days ago. My brain needed to puke it out, so I am just now churning it out.

...Android sniper rabbits. No, they don't do birthdays, unless killing is involved.

Peeks in

2006-02-12T22:07:44Z

y0. I actually joined a month or so ago...maybe longer. I forget.

I'm Theaphelia. I like General Grievous in THAT way. How can you not be? Look at how he moves. The graceful, fluid motions, the sleek, avian body. We also can't forget the faceplate. And the eyes. OMG EYES *implodes*

*cough*

Anywho, here's some Grievous-licking goodness (literally).

...yes. Yes, I am a pervert. Enjoy!

Taking Requests

2006-02-12T19:56:28Z

This was also posted in my journal, but I thought I might post it here, too.
--
I've been wanting to doodle, but couldn't come up with what to doodle. I recently had a friend just give me little ideas to render, and I'd spew them out in the span of 10-20 minutes.

If any of you have any community-related requests, I'm taking them now; just leave them in a comment. There's no guidelines to follow, and I'll render anything from cute to porn. I might not render your idea for a number of reasons, either. Just post your idea and I'll post it in this community when I've finished.

_robosexuals_ @ 2006-02-02T09:20:00

2006-02-02T14:20:35Z

Two original characters: the shorter one is the android knight, the taller is the queen of all androids.

X-Posted in sugandya, robotic_art

Some sketches, god dammit

2006-01-27T06:12:41Z

I feel like a weirdo for double posting in this group, but that's not going to stop me!

All images are worksafe and bandwidth friendly. :)

http://sugandya.com/Gallery/albums/userpics/10001/golems.jpg
-these two are golems from a story I've been working on. They're giant, sentient, noble robot people that are made out of only the purest materials and by the holiest of hands. Some, like these, look like mecha.

http://sugandya.com/Gallery/albums/userpics/10001/chael2.jpg
This one is an android knight(the protagonist, actually), from the same story.

http://sugandya.com/Gallery/albums/userpics/10001/4gothisname.jpg
This slender build of a golem is another character for a small erotic comic I'm making derived from the bigger story. What his role is in the erotica is up to your imagination.

"I Want Metal Fingers In My Body"

2006-01-05T03:05:38Z

There's a pretty good chance that many of you have seen this already, it being pretty old, but I think it's worth posting here anyway. More cute and funny than actually erotic, but still very much NSFW:

http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/1027397 (sorry about all the adverts and whatnot)

By the way, this group just happens to be my favourite band, ever. And not just because they make videos like this.

Honest.