Horny Doll Mode On 01
What happens when you turn all the T-dolls to doujin mode? It's in the settings under behavior adjustment.
No, over there.
Man, you're bad at this. Lemme help-
"Oh, I almost forgot." Commander Gentiane turns to me. "Be careful around the dolls, especially if you encounter one alone."
My skin starts to crawl. "W-what do you mean?"
"They sometimes get pretty rowdy. Just… hey have you played Five Night's at Freddy's?"
My mind drifts to my early teens. "Yeah, number 48 was my fav-"
"So imagine that every doll is like one of Afton's machines, but instead of kidnapping and killing children, they'll try to create one with you if they get you alone for any period of time." She waves me away. "Now, go mingle!"
"But-"
My protests land on deaf ears.
"And here's the dorms!" Sop energetically points to my door. "This is your room for now. If you have any questions?"
I shake my head. "No, I think I'm good for now."
We both walk into my room, and… it's a hotel room. Nothing odd.
She nods. "Um… so, I was wondering."
"Yeah?"
"Do… Do humans really have snakes in their pants?"
"...Huh?"
She places her claw on my shoulder and her regular hand on my pants. "You'll let me check, right?"
I grab her hand, but she's got a death grip.
My balls start to feel the pressure, and I wince. This is enough to freak Sop out, and she backs up.
"Uh… I-I'm sorry!"
She bolts from the room, leaving me standing there, stunned.
Wait, that's what Gentiane meant?
"Oh fuck."
After falling asleep with 416 on guard (broken bedroom door)...
I wake up to an interesting feeling.
Looking down, there's a doll I don't know in between my legs, head bobbing up and down.
"Uh… who are you?" I ask.
Something falls out of her mouth and my nether regions suddenly feel cold. "I'm 9A-91." She licks her lips. "Nice to meet you commander."
I must be still half asleep, because it looks like she's sucking my dick.
It kinda feels like it too-
I sit up, realizing that she's still sucking. "What the FUCK-"
9A looks up, her eyes glowing blue in the dark. "What's the matter?"
"You're sucking my dick!"
"Mmhmm!" She grins. "It's tasty."
I turn to 416, who is still standing in the corner of the room-
No, wait, she's got her hand down her panties, fingering herself, watching us.
"Okay, stop!" I scramble away from 9A, grabbing my pants to pull them up.
"But… I almost got my treat…" She seems disappointed.
"Ah, I was almost there myself." 416 grumbles.
I stare at the both of them. "At… at least ask first?"
"Oh!" 9A's eyes light up. "So-"
"NO!"
Under the collapsed hotel...
"Well, that sucked." P90 says cheerily.
I glance at the physically broken doll, arms hanging limply. "Yeah… At least we're alive for the moment."
"Mmm." S.A.T. nods. "Yes we are. And we're trapped here."
"...Yep." I squint as I try to move my leg, the calf still bleeding. "For a few hours, at least."
P90 and S.A.T. look at each other, communicating silently between themselves before both their eyes narrow at once and start grinning.
"Sooooo…" P90 does her best to shift around. "We're going to be stuck under here for a few hours."
"Yeah." I grumble. "I just said that."
"Do you have any… entertainment?" S.A.T. asks, licking her lips.
"Not on me." I hold up my phone. "Like I said, no signal."
"So, we're all alone, nobody can interrupt us, and there's nothing better to do…" P90 grins, her hand snaking towards my pants. "I think I have an idea of what we can do."
S.A.T. unzips her jacket, revealing a black compression top.
Oh… oh god. "W-what are you two doing?"
"Well, I've been… bored recently." P90's hands slide past my waistband, untucking my button up shirt and pressing her hands up my shirt.
"W-wait!" I cry, grabbing her hands but unable to stop her. "Weren't your arms not working a second ago?"
"Oh. Um, they're not doing their best, so please don't hurt me?"
"Then stop-"
S.A.T. finishes pulling off her jacket, which is admittedly awkward in the small space. She lays it down on the ground, effortlessly sliding both 90 and I to the side to lay it flat.
"Nah." P90 shrugs off the remains of her coat and grabs my hand, placing it on her breast. Over the top of her tight dress
It's soft. My finger squeeze her flesh, feeling the structure inside.
Her face lights up, obviously enjoying my touch. She's still missing a leg, using her one remaining one to keep herself on top of me.
S.A.T. unhooks her skirt, letting the fabric slide off of her body and onto the floor. Now,the only stuff she's wearing is her compression shirt and a pair of thin spats that are almost see through.
She scoots over in the tight space, grabs my face, and proceeds to stick her tongue down my throat.
At first, I can't think through the panic, but soon I relax into it, enjoying the way her tongue traces my teeth, a sensation I can honestly say I never imagined before.
P90 starts to moan, and that just makes Hadwin junior sprout even faster. My pants are starting to feel very tight as S.A.T. grabs my other hand and places it on her boob as well.
Whoa. Two hands full of boobs. This is a dream come true-
P90 reaches up carefully, pulling down on the top of her dress, exposing her two tits to the air.
They descend down into a teardrop shape, the nipples pointing upwards slightly. She immediately grabs my hand and places it back where it was before, then starts rubbing her hips on my erection.
Her cheeks flush and she leans in for a kiss as well.
S.A.T. manipulates my free hand down, and my fingers start feeling some wet cloth.
That's… her spats?
P90 backs up once again, allowing S.A.T. to move forward, rubbing her still-clad genitals on my arm as she moves closer. She reaches out and starts undoing my belt, P90 shifting around to not get in the way.
My dick springs out of my pants, fully erect due to their ministrations. P90 immediately grips it, not too hard, and starts to rub up and down the length slowly, eyes watching me to make sure she's not hurting me.
Meanwhile, S.A.T. sits on her haunches and pulls her top off, exposing boobs that are quite frankly too large. They hang down off her chest, swaying with her movements. I find my eyes are drawn to their movement.
S.A.T. continues to grind on my arm, the vaginal fluid soaking right through onto my arm, leaving a slimy trail.
P90 starts jerking faster and faster, and suddenly I feel like I'm not going to be able to hold back.
"Uh, P90-!"
She leans down, clamping her mouth down around my penis and started sucking.
I release seconds later, my back arching against the hard concrete that we had found ourselves trapped inside.
P90 sits back up after sucking every last drop out, wiping her face with her arm. "Well, it's your turn S.A.T.'
S.A.T. lets go of my slimed arm, pulling down both her spats and the slim panties underneath.
This is my first time seeing a naked doll in all her glory.
Carefully, she steps over me and drops her hips, her vaginal opening dropping right onto my dick. She maneuvers it inside, before starting to move her hips.
I just came, so it's not quite stiff yet, but holy shit it does feels good.
P90 carefully starts tugging at the bottom of her dress, withdrawing a pair of panties and tossing them to the side.
I reach over and she guides my hand downwards. My fingers slide into her easily and I start to move them around.
P90's face once more starts to glow with pleasure. She's not exactly able to move with one leg, so I have to pick up the slack.
I realize that S.A.T. has been very careful not to put her weight on me while she's been on top. I voice my concern.
"Oh, yes." She blushes. "I'm a bit heavy, so I might break you if I sit down too hard."
"Oh." I wince as my penis once more starts to engorge and her hip motions start to feel better and better. At this rate, I'm not going to hold out much longer.
Both dolls lean in at once, pressing their faces to mine and sticking out their tongues. I follow suit, the three of us kissing.
Once I can't stand it anymore, I let loose inside of S.A.T.
A small part of my brain not in monkey mode worries about pregnancy and another equally small part of my brain objects that they're robots.
I don't have the brain capacity for even that for much longer and S.A.T. helps P90 back on top of me, guiding her wet pussy right towards my prick.
Unlike S.A.T., P90 throws her entire weight into it, using her hands to lift herself up and down.
S.A.T. sticks her hands up my shirt, pulling it apart and leaning in to plant kisses on my chest. Her boobs envelop my arm as I once more reach up to insert my fingers in her nether regions.
The three of us continue for a bit longer, P90 also getting a load before we decide to stop.
So there we sit, trapped under rubble, naked. P90 and S.A.T. have cum dripping from their crotches, and I'm a sweaty, musty mess. What's worse, the dust clings to my skin.
"...There's no way we can hide this, is there?" I ask glumly.
"Nope!" S.A.T. says cheerily. "We'll just have to take a shower when we get back."
"Yeah, I should have considered that I was gonna smell like semen when I get repaired." P90 laughs. "Oh well, it's not the worst the repair guy's seen, I'm sure."
"Eh?"
"Yeah, see, this one time Gentiane and G41-"
Beta Notes: What the hell have I done…?