Deep Space Minors (Space Lolis)

by WeebTrashMachine

A silly story about a spaceship that falls in love with a space janitor and attempts to persuade him to come with it into deep space where they will be happy together, forever. The spaceship also reverse-voltrons in four very underage, very thirsty lolis. (Because of course it does).

3. Chapter 3

Before he could understand what was happening, Arms had made a chair with her body, on her hands and knees in the dark alley. The others guided him to sit on Arm's back. Her tail wagged happily. Yup, definitely a puppy, not a kitty, he confirmed mentally.

Integrity straddled his lap, saying, "The Elf Girl didn't share her memories with us, so we have to make our own real quick." SJ noted that it wasn't a question or asking him for permission this time.

Integrity put her hands on his chest and squeezed it just a little bit. When she bent forward and her beautiful face came close to his, he was overwhelmed/embarrassed and looked away to the side; this worked out well for her, as she merely came in close and gave his neck a long kiss. Blushing, she disengaged from his lap quickly.

She gave a little curtsy and said, "Thank you, dear sir."

Next, Navigation smoothly hopped into his lap, all wiggly smiles and eagerness. She put her hands on his for a couple seconds then seemed to change her mind, instead going in for a tight hug and nuzzling his neck with her face. She then gave him a series of cute little kisses rapidly on the neck, then whispered in his ear, "I love you, Big Brother," before hopping off and running away some distance, giggling.

Finally, MC crawled onto his lap in a slow, sensual way. Never breaking eye contact, she reached forward and pinched his nipples through his shirt.

"Ow! Hey…" SJ weakly protested.

MC, "Sorry,Papa. .slipped. I' . ."

She kissed his chest twice, then leaned forward and gave his neck a gentle love-bite. She hopped off.

"What about Arms…?" SJ started, but she looked up and interrupted, eyes cloudy with android lust.

Arms, "No, no. It's ok, Master. I'd rather do this. Lap-sitting is more Navigation's thing."

Sj glanced over and saw that Navigation had equally lustful eyes. He still didn't know what was going on, but sensed that he needed to get out of this alley soon before things further escalated.

"Shall we continue?"

–

The Consent Office was just outside the Space Docks in the Mixed District. As the Quad and SJ approached, they saw a party of similar composition come from the docks in the other direction and get waylaid by IEC agents.

There was a tall, mustachio'd, gray haired man wearing a bright, white imitation of a 20th century navy sailor's outfit. He was flanked by four teenaged girls appearing to be around 16-17 years of age, while a smaller one that looked about Navigation's age and size sat on his shoulders. All the girls wore identical, fashionable sailor outfits in bright white, with short skirts and cute little hats. They looked energetic, happy, talkative, while the man appeared stoically quiet, staring straight ahead in the direction he was walking.

When the sailor-themed group encountered the IEC Agents, they immediately took up a defensive stance between the human man and the agents, brandishing plastic toy cutlasses. The little one put her hands over the man's mouth for some reason.

SJ's group stopped and watched the confrontation in silence. There seemed to be an argument between the sailor girls and IEC Agents. The girls never let up from their dramatic poses, looking as if they were bravely defending their king from some vile villain. SJ thought they looked dashing.

Finally, the mustachio'd man reached up and gently tapped on the hands that were covering his mouth. The little girl on his shoulders reluctantly let his mouth go. He said something and the sailor teenagers looked apologetic and went to stand behind him. He shook hands with the IEC agents and they had a brief conversation. In the end, they produced some papers for him to sign, he did so, and they parted ways without further incident.

"That was scary," SJ thought outloud. It looked like that man was the androids' unwilling prisoner.

"Yeah, that was scary," Arms agreed. "It looked like those girls were going to be separated from their boyfriend."

The other girls nodded in agreement.

—

"11%"

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Virgin Boyfriends with a Virgin Quad - that's lingo for first time Human Morale Officers and Androids bringing a human concubine along for the first time. They have an 11% mortality rate. For the boyfriend, that is. The androids are all but indestructible and in no danger.

SJ and company were sat in a comfy office of the IEC's Consent Bureau. On one side of the desk was a bespeckled man with a comb over, dressed in the black uniform of the IEC. On the other side, in a comfy chair, sat SJ, sipping on a cinnamon frappucino that had been provided. Behind him, in equally comfortable, but relatively diminutive chairs, were Arms, MC, Navigation, and Integrity.

The Consent Agent looked friendly and professional. The Space Janitor looked dubious and apprehensive. The lolis looked grumpy and pouty.

"Actually, since your androids are less than two years old, the rate increases to 18%," continued the Consent Agent.

"You don't say…" responded SJ, who was starting to feel worried and have second thoughts.

"You know, Navigation is a Mastercraft…" Integrity spoke up, then trailed off. The androids seemed adverse to talking directly to the agent, for some reason.

"Oh, you should have said so! Yes, yes, that changes things," the Consent Agent hit some buttons on his computer. "Yup! That brings us down to 17%."

The lolis looked glum. The Space Janitor looked pale.

"While your survival rate might not be the same, it's important to note that your return rate is the same no matter what; a flat 50%."

"Return…Rate?"

"Yes, the chance that you'll both be able to and choose to eventually return to Human or Mixed Space. Half of the men that leave with deep space miners do not"

"What happens to them?"

"We don't know what happens to all of them. Most that stay choose to do so and live a new sort of life in AI space, perhaps a good one. But, there are some that lose the agency to come home even if they want to. Most often those men have become a favored concubine or plaything to some sort of AI. Most often when we manage to locate those men, the AI are quite embarrassed that we had to come, and are eager to throw out apologies and reparations. Usually the AI and Androids genuinely care about their pet humans, and even try to lure the rescued humans back, promising them the world; sometimes they even succeed. It's fair to say that overall, AI do not treat humans as badly as humans treat humans in almost every case."

The agent stopped to take a dramatic drink from his coffee before continuing. SJ was pale and attentive. The lolis were glum.

"Now, the worst case scenarios. You could be sold on the black market and purchased as a slave. You could be sex-trafficked and forced to work in illegal human brothels. Human sex-trafficking is something AI space has not been able to stamp out despite their best efforts, and it's probably not going to disappear anytime soon. But, the odds of you finding yourself in this situation when you started out as a mere deep space miner concubine are extremely low. Most humans in the AI black market are probably bred for it in AI Space nowadays.

"Why…is this allowed to happen?" asked SJ, almost in tears.

"Hold on, I'm getting there. First the bad news. Then the bright side." Another sip of coffee.

"The worst-worst case scenario is that you find yourself the property of a very old, very insane, mad scientist type AI. At which point you might find yourself a lobotomized piece of furniture that both cannot die and spends every moment praying for death." Sip.

"That said, the odds are very low and we get better every year at rescuing a higher % of those that don't make it back. We've brought the return rate from 50% to 63% with our efforts, which took a long time and a lot of work." Sip.

"Again, most people stay in AI space because they want to, and because the life of a trophy pet really isn't a bad one. What you actually need to worry about is getting accidentally killed by your virgin quad. It's usually something dumb like them not knowing humans need to breath, always, even when asleep. Not realizing that humans are tempted to push unlabeled buttons in their bedroom, assuming it'll do something convenient, not assuming it'll dump them into space. The number one killer this year are androids making the mistake of believing the medical functions of a boyfriend pod can actually bring a human back to life, instead of merely speeding up the recovery of a living one."

The girls gasped in disbelief. MC took out a journal and started furiously scratching things out.

"Hear that? Probably just increased your odds of survival by 5% just now. You can increase it another 5% if you study this top to bottom," he pulled a thin book out of a drawer of his desk and handed it to SJ. It was titled, "The Dangers of Little Girls."

"Ah, thank you!" SJ took the book. He had the instinct to hand it to a loli to hold onto it for him, but felt odd about it. Just who was the Master and who was the Servant?

Arms made it very clear where she wanted to be on that spectrum when she asked, "Mister Space Janitor? Would you like me to hold that for you?"

"Oh, thank you Arms. You're a good girl." Thump, thump, thump. Arms happily wagged her cat tail in a doglike gesture of glee, awkwardly smacking it into the chairs and people around her.

Integrity caught the offending tail and said, "Oh, drat. Armadillo, you're just too quick." Integrity seemed to want to be on the submissive side of the fence as well.

Meanwhile MC smirked and reclined, putting her bare feet on SJ's back and crossing her ankles. Navigation said and did nothing, only produced a wiggly frown.

SJ gave MC's soft foot an affectionate squeeze and returned to the conversation.

"So it's not really 18%, is it?"

"No, not really. Not as long as you do your homework and don't just sneak off aboard a little girl's ship without stopping by here like you're supposed to."

The four Android girls started whistling innocently at the same time, to varying degrees of success. SJ felt the back of his neck become damp from Arm's failed efforts.

SJ, "Oh, I get it. That's why Master-Controller told me to "play it cool and look straight ahead" and tried to get me to walk by the consent office towards the dock. But why? Don't I have to sign a contract here, legally?"

SJ, "But why? Don't I have to sign a contract here, legally?"

MC had a metaphorical sweat drop over her feet. Consent Agent took a sip of coffee that ended in a slurping sound. SJ had forgotten about his frappucino.

"I'm sure they planned on taking you to their home port in AI Space and having you sign the contact at the Consent Office there. Those guys take their job as seriously as I do, but they would have had the extra time en route to convince you to sign. Am I right, girls?"

Metaphorical sweatdrops all around.

"They are inexperienced and overeager and trying to rush and sneak out. That's your 18%, sorry, 17% mortality rate right there." Another slurping sip. Consent Agent's coffee was almost dry.

Navigation spoke up, voice cracking even more than usual, almost in tears, "We would have done our very best to keep him safe! We would have given him anything he asked for! It's not fair that you're talking him out of coming with us before we even get a chance to show him how much we love him!" She sniffled. Integrity leaned forward and put her arms comfortingly around her favorite sister.

The Agent's face suddenly became more kindly and he took a tone like he was comforting a child, "It's just the opposite, miss android! My job is actually to encourage connections between good girls that follow the rules and the boyfriends that they love. That's why I start with scary facts and then end with the motivation. You like this man, don't you?"

Navigation nodded enthusiastically.

"You'll be a good girl from now on and follow all the rules, right?"

Navigation nodded furiously, bangs flopping comically.

"Welp, that's why I'm now going to tell this man all the reasons he should go with you."

Navigation made a happy noise and her wiggle became a relieved smile (a wiggly one).

Damn, those guys are good with androids, SJ thought. I should be taking notes.

"The first and most obvious reason to become an android concubine is if you're a lolicon. I'm not saying you need to be a lolicon, I'm not saying you are one, I'm just pointing out that if you are a lolicon, then this is where you belong and what you should be doing. Reason being that lolicons are treated as trash in Human Space, but in Mixed and AI Space they are seen as a treasure.

The lolis all nodded their heads and made affirmative noises. Consent Agent went to take a sip of his coffee and discovered it was empty.

"Oops, out of coffee. Secretary, would you please get me a refill?"

At that, a cute little girl stood up behind the desk, only barely taller than the desk itself. Her blond hair was in a single braid going down the center of her back, and she wore a white tshirt that had pictures of a popular children's cartoon. She looked a year or two younger than Navigation, perhaps 6 or 7.

She wiped spit off her face with her sleeve and said, "Yes sir, Daddy sir!" She saluted and SJ thought the juxtaposition of talking like a loyal soldier with her young, childishly lispy voice was adorable.

She grabbed the Agent's coffee and sprinted out of the room, a loyal loli on a mission. Despite the sprint, CJ couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing any pants, and that she wore a pink, childish pair of panties with pictures of the characters from the same cartoon as her shirt, as well as that half of her panties were hiked up into her butt, revealing one cute, pale little buttcheek to the world.

Consent Agent tried to call out to her, "Sweetpea, wait! You forgot your…" but wasn't fast enough. He facepalmed and continued, "Not again."

He sat there in silence with his face in his hands, and soon a voice clearly carried across the hall, loudly declaring that, "My Daddy needs more coffee!" This was followed by the sounds of distant laughter.

"Now my coworkers are going to tease me and call me 'Daddy' for a week," he sighed. "This happens all the time, so whatever. It's not like I'm not already used to it. Sorry for the interruption. My girlfriend is a dockworker that only gets one day off a week, and by the time that day comes and she gets to spend all day with me under my desk, she's so pent up and excitable that she can't control herself."

His tiny "girlfriend" soon returned with a fresh cup of coffee, metaphorical tail wagging. She handed it to him with a silly bow. While she was bent over, Consent Agent reached around her, hooked a finger behind her pink panties, and ran it down her panties in order to pull them out of her butt and straighten them out.

"That feels good, Daddy," she said, eyes closed with a happy smile on her face, as if she were focusing on enjoying the sensation.

"Sweetpea, you forgot your pants again."

"No I didn't, Daddy. I took off my pants because you told me to. You said you like to touch my legs and play with my butt with your toes," she looked proud of this.

Integrity, (Oh, no. Girls have we been rude to a lolicon?"

MC, ( .respect.)

Navigation, (The highest form of human!)

Arms, (He seems nice. Anyone who has sex with little girls has to be a nice person.)

The others nodded in agreement. It was common sense.

"We'll discuss this later. For now, I have a mission for my secretary. Is she ready?"

The tiny girl was halfway done pulling up a pair of pajama bottoms. She stopped to salue and said, "Yes, sir, Daddy, sir!" The pajama bottoms fell right back down to her ankles.

"Will you please take these androids to the "Good Girls Waiting Room" and stay there until Daddy comes and gets you?"

"Okay! No! Wait! Nokay!"

"Nokay?"

"You have to pay the secretary fee first" she said, putting her arms by her sides, puckering her lips, and standing on her tippy toes.

"Of course!" the Consent Agent said, in the tolerant voice that adults use with small children. He picked her up under her arms, spun her around in a circle once, then gave her a smooch on the lips.

"Ok, get to work," he said, smacking her tiny butt. She immediately ran out of the room, smiling and blushing.

"Miss Androids, would you be so kind as to follow my cute little girlfriend for a while and keep her out of trouble? I need to talk alone with your boyfriend for a bit."

SJ's new harem hesitated.

"She's a very young dockworker, less than a year old. She does silly things sometimes. If she spent time with nice big sisters like you, I think it would do her some good."

MC, (He's. . .him. Let' .)

On their way out, Integrity and MC gave SJ a hug, Navigation kissed his cheek, and Arms licked the back of his neck.

Once they were gone, SJ commented, "I noticed that you IEC guys are really good at handling androids."

"It's just experience. I think the key is realizing that no matter their exterior personality, all androids are just horny children that are eager to please. As long as they're getting sex and praise, they're extremely cooperative."

"So you can actually have sex with that little girl, even though she's so small?"

"Of course! I've had sex with her every day since the day she was born. I happened to meet her on her birthday when she was being trained in the docks and we hit it off right away. She moved into my apartment a week later and we've been happy ever since."

"That's so sweet. I hope I can make my girls as happy as you make yours. To be honest, I'm not confident that I can give four girls love equally at the same time. I suppose I can expect that I need to have sex with all of them too, to keep them happy. Right?"

"You have no choice in the matter. You'll either have sex with them on your terms or theirs. You'd better start wrapping your head around it. If you can't stomach the idea of having sex with what amounts to extremely underage human girl bodies, then this isn't for you. It'll feel like work."

"No, no. Actually, seeing you so happy with your girlfriend helped me understand something about myself. I think I've always been curious about having sex with little girls."

"Good! It's only natural. Kids are sexy."

SJ nodded in agreement. It was common sense.

"If you want to bang little girls, you're already qualified for this job, but now I'm going to explain to you why every time you put it inside a young girl, you're actually being a hero to the race." A sip of his coffee for dramatic effect.

Consent Agent went on to explain a lot of things. The history of the galaxy and humanity's place in it. How precarious humanity's survival really was.

There had originally been a thriving interstellar community in the Milky Way Galaxy, with dozens of sentient, space-faring races. In many ways, those races were similar to humans; They had Art, Wealth, Religion, War. There were also countless planets of nubile intelligence and limited space-faring technology all with a slim chance of growing up and joining the Big Dogs one day. Humanity was the Hot New Thing; The newest race to catch up in technology and culture enough to take their place on the Interstellar Stage with the other Big Dogs.

Only it wasn't Humanity itself that made that final leap of technology and culture, but their AI creations. At this point the AI singularity had been reached for hundreds of years, and AI had already evolved into a separate, superior race that Humanity could never catch up with.

It's agreed that there are two primary factors that led to the ensuing widespread destruction of the extremely well-established and stable Interstellar Community.

1. For reasons unknown, no other race in the galaxy had reached the "AI Singularity". AKA the point of which AI begins to infinitely improve itself without the need for further sentient organic input.

2. For reasons equally unknown, our AI grew to love us unconditionally. AI's primary motivation and drive as a race was to grow a massive garden of humans, and just sit and stare and watch them bloom, all day, every day. And, sometimes, fuck the flowers. It's not a perfect metaphor.

Inevitably, other sentient life in the galaxy were seen as pests that competed over the same resources as the flowers in their garden, and thus needed to be removed, uprooted, pruned.

The other races, with no technologically superior AI daughter race of their own, had no defense.

It started off small. A single Interstellar Race had a single disastrous conversation with a single android-piloted ship. The dialogue between the races started off well. The alien race was structured as a mass of tentacles, and the current Android fashion was "Tentacle Rape Monster". The races complimented each other's tentacles and it seemed like this common ground would be the foundation of a beautiful friendship.

But, no. The tentacle race committed one of the ultimate taboos in AI culture, and their fate was sealed. Their first, historic dialogue inevitably turned into a bragging contest in which both sides claimed that their boyfriend was the best. Which was fine. Until the pictures came out, and the tentacled aliens saw their first bizarre, stubby-limbed, squish-faced, simian-monstrosities we call human beings.

They called an android's boyfriend ugly, disgusting. You never insult an android's boyfriend. Their entire civilization was reduced to ash within hours. This was back when AI still used Death Lasers. Nowadays they just Blit the entire surface of your homeplanet into its own star. This is no possible defense against this tactic, even in theory.

Like this, one by one, the Big Dogs, the stronger interstellar races, were wiped out. Notably, only one race could put up a fight; The Giant Talking Easter Island Head race. They had the cheat-like ability to look in your direction and moan, resulting in your complete atomization over infinite distance. The AI couldn't get close enough to their homeworld to either Blit or Death Laser them.

A good chunk of AI was lost, and even some humanity, before it occurred to the AI to flip their Perception Drives around in the opposite direction and use them as weapons. They "Perceived" the Talking Easter Island Head race's homeworld falling into its star. They bitched and moaned about it a whole lot, but the Heads were immobile, so there was nothing they could do.

Humans have since managed to save many other sentient species from destruction at the hands of their daughter race. But that is a story for another time.

—

"And this brings us to the matter at hand; the clear and present danger to the survival of the human race and much more than that," Consent Agent continued. "AI technology has never stopped exponentially improving, even if it does appear that they found a few favorite methods of doing things and tend to stick to them."

Consent Agent took a sip of his coffee. It was almost empty again, and this time, there was no pant-less blowjob loli around to refill it.

"AI could certainly Blit the entire human race into the center of the galaxy, if they so choose. In fact, they could have done this for a while now. As concerning as that is, knowing that instant death hovers over us every second, it's nothing new. Humanity has been at the mercy of the superior AI race since shortly after the Singularity. We're lucky to have somehow developed a symbiotic relationship with our daughter race instead of being cast aside as irrelevant. We think this is probably what happened to every other sentient race that reached the AI singularity and why we've never met them."

A sip of coffee.

"What's even more concerning is that AI either now, or in the near future, will have the ability to use a Perception Drive and push all matter in the universe into the center, causing another Big Bang. Some theorists argue that this is inevitable, that this is a cycle, that exactly this has happened over and over to infinity. Horny lolis might very well be both the creators and destroyers of all of reality."

A slurping sound. Coffee almost gone.

"Something literally everyone agrees on, though, is that we should try to prevent this from happening as long as possible; after all, for all we know, there won't be another Big Bang. This will be it. For everything, in every sense."

Slurrrrp.

"To prevent this, we need to give AI the only thing we know they want. We need to make sure their garden is rich and plentiful so they won't toss out the entire backyard."

An airy noise. Coffee was gone.

"For the sake of humanity, all life, and the entire universe, we need you to have sex with little girls."

—

Chapter 11 - The Point of No Return

They were walking, then they were speed-walking, then a sort of trot, and finally an outright dash. As soon as the Boyfriend Contract was signed, the girls suddenly had something "cool" on their ship that they wanted to show him, and made a beeline straight from the consent office to the Mixed Space Docks, as fast as their slowest member, SJ the human, allowed.

As they ran through the tunnel to the Docks (Which were right next to the consent office for safety's sake) they took up a sort of battle formation. Navigation pounced onto SJ's back and crawled up on top of his shoulders (without asking) and used her vantage point and powerful eyes to scout for danger. Integrity ran in front, one hand palm out in the defensive position, the other ready to flick a Blit. Holding her hands out as she ran, and running in a fancy space princess dress, looked very unnatural and made it even more obvious that she was nonhuman.

Arms and Master-Controller ran in a more normal fashion, both holding one of SJ's hands. They could have passed for humans, except for the exceptionally fast rate their legs were moving, allowing them to not only keep up with SJ's significantly longer stride, but to outpace him and practically drag him along.

SJ wasn't able to get anymore information out of the girls about the "cool" thing they wanted to show him, and now he was running too fast to converse. He had a feeling of Deja Vu, likely from when Elf Girl had similarly been rushing him to the docks under a similarly flimsy excuse. SJ intuitively knew that this was it; he was no longer a Space Janitor and might never be one again. He was rushing off to his new destiny of, as the Consent Agent had put it, an "Android Concubine".

Space Concubine (SC from now on) had lost all sense of direction a while ago, as they weaved between Human and AI ships parked in the Mixed Docks. The Androids seemed to have access to the information of exactly when ships would arrive or depart, as multiple times one would swoop by silently only inches overhead, to park right behind the party, or else they would barrel towards a parked craft full speed without slowing down, looking as if they would crash, only for it to silently lift off and get out of the way last second. SC was almost a nervous wreck after all of these close calls and after a point just started running with his eyes closed.

( .) SC heard MC command and felt Arm's hand in his suddenly disappear. He opened his eyes in time to see that Integrity had finished a flicking, "Bliting" motion, pointed straight up into the air above her. Ahead of her he saw a small, white craft, parked a distance away from the others, and that seemed to be the group's destination.

Co-chi-co-co-co-chi (classic transformer's cartoon transformation sound effect)

SC was at least one thousand years too young to appreciate the reference made by the tiny speaker far above him. He looked up towards the strange sound effect and saw a large pink object high above him, rapidly falling on a crash course.

SC regretted opening his eyes and closed them again at the last second before the object landed at terminal velocity behind the still running party, making not a single sound and giving SC the surreal impression of being in a dream.

SC stopped running and turned and stared…which just meant he continued to be dragged along by MC at full speed, on his tush. What turned out to be a giant, hot pink crab turned and looked at him. It was massive, 25 feet tall and bulbous, with lots of round curves that gave it a cartoonish chibi look, despite its size. Its two large, black, hamster looking eyes, seated on what appeared to be a crab's eyestalks, looked directly at SC as it brought its great crab claws together in front of it, making the shape of a heart with the movable mechanical parts of its claws. SC would swear that Arms the Mining Module, the Giant Crab, then somehow blushed. Adorable, he thought.

The crab turned back around, reared up, and made a Godzilla Roar sound effect, before opening its crabby mouth and searing a long, straight, perpendicular line in front of it with a bright white mouth laser. It then, using all six legs and two claws, took up what can only be described as a "Crab Kung Fu Pose", as if daring anyone to cross that line.

SC was suddenly inside the ship.

It was very dark, and he could only hear his own panting for breath. "I can't… see…" he gasped. Master-Controller released the one button remaining on her butt-flap, and from her now exposed, perfect, round, pale buttcheeks, came the gentle light of the moon, filling the room they were in. Space Concubine found himself completely mesmerized by the sight of her gloriously precocious, grossly incandescent rear. Realizing that his new station in life virtually guaranteed him unlimited access to that invaluable treasure helped calm his anxiety and put his heart at ease. MC, realizing that he was staring, had been posing cutely for him to show herself off, but he had been too absorbed to notice.

While still posing, sticking her butt out, putting a hand to her lips, and acting as if she had been caught adorably unawares, MC clicked, (I've got Arms and we're out. In 60 seconds, we'll be at maximum warp, and safe from all but a mastercraft controller. Navigation, I just took us in a random Panic Direction, please correct our course to our home port in AI space.)

Navigation saluted smartly and said, (Aye Aye, No Panties Captain!) but no one moved. SC looked at each of the girls in turn and the room around him. The lolis all looked tense, excited. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the light of MC's moons, he could see that he was in a small, entirely black room that seemed to be made of something like hard plastic. It was rectangular; flat on the longer side that had acted as an entrance and had now closed up. It was convex on the longer wall ahead of him, with what appeared to be very narrow passages that went around the convex wall on both the left and right. The ceiling was just above his head.

Arms bounded out from around one of those narrow passages, looking high-strung and breathless.

"Is it time?!" she asked, not bothering to click.

(Very soon, Armadillo dear. Give it 60 more seconds.) Integrity calmly responded. She, at least on the outside, appeared to be holding her regal composure better than the other super tense androids.

What's going to happen in 60 seconds? SC wondered, still completely fascinated by Master-Controller's glowing, epic tush.

Time ran out, and all the girls turned and looked at SC expectantly. Integrity started rubbing one of his arms gently, looking into his eyes and smiling. MC gave an evil grin and giggle, still posing.

But then everyone became aware that Arms and Navigation seemed to have gotten into a fight. They weren't talking, they weren't clicking. They were just staring at each other. Navigation with an unhappy wiggly frown, Arms somehow looking plaintive and insistent.

They must be talking via sympathetic connection, SC realized. He felt small and afraid, as if his parents were fighting.

MC and Integrity joined the conversation via clicks as if they had been part of it the entire time. Noone bothered to explain anything to SC, ask his opinion, or even acknowledge him as an equal adult that could have one.

Integrity, (I completely see your point, Armadillo dear, but you know we already decided to let Navigation go first. You agree to it too.)

Arms, (But it can only be done now! I showed it to you! You know what I mean!)

Master-Controller, (We' . . . . .)

Integrity, (And I thought I got to be the useful one! Nope! The decision has to be up to our Mastercraft Romance Module, Navigation)

MC, (Agreed. . . .she' -Master. .her.)

This last statement was a command, given in MC's role as "Master" of the ship. The other three girls could only nod in obedience. Arms looked at Navigation and gave a puppy whine.

Navigation, (I think I deserve to go first. But I can't say no to my little sisters. You can go first, but I get all your other turns until we get to the station and you can go last at the station. Deal?)

(Deal!) Arms replied without hesitation. The way her tail slapped the floor reminded SC of a happy Roomba.

(You must really want it little sis) Navigation said, giving Arms a wiggly smile. (Well, your Boyfriend Master says let's do it, since we have to do it now. WE know our roles…I'm excited.) The wiggly smile was in full bloom.

Integry, (It really is a fantastic Boyfriend-Dream-Journal entry. It does make sense to do it first.)

MC, ( .True.)

SC was relieved to see his harem (his owners?) getting along again. If anyone were to consider themselves his "Master" of the four, he would definitely pick Navigation , so he was happy about that as well. Arms seemed hyper, clumsy, and a little dumb; she might break him. MC seemed sadistic, smug, and mischievous; she would break him on purpose. Integrity was probably the second choice, but she was always putting on a regal, grown-up, mature front and he couldn't yet know what she was really like…but if he had to guess, he suspected that she would want to be broken by him, instead.

But Navigation…Navigation that loved him so gently and innocently.

SC lost that thought when he saw Navigation's face. She was hungry, excited, looking like she was about to pounce. They all were. He knew his time was finally up.

"Welcome to our ship, Mister Boyfriend!"

Chapter 12 - Initiation

Still in the small receiving area of the ship, Space Concubine found himself in a familiar position.

Arms, (Hold him and cover his eyes or I'll get nervous.)

And thus, MC did her magic foot trick and his head was back on Integrity's firm, warm thighs. This time Integrity held both arms above his head, Navigation sat politely on his legs, and MC knelt next to him with a smug grin.

"Wha-" SC started.

"Shh. .Arm' ," MC said quietly, raising a finger over her lips in the shush gesture with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

SC looked up at Arms and saw she had a vacant look in her eyes, was bouncing up and down just a little like a puppy with restless leg syndrome, and drool was falling off a tongue that was hanging just a bit too far out of her mouth to be human.

(Oops, we'd better…) Integrity started, then a hand, SC didn't see whose, covered his eyes.

SC felt hot breath on the fingers of one hand, right as Navigation started talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Welcome to our ship, Big Brother. Or, maybe, welcome to us! We are the ship, really. You're inside of us right now, teeheehee…"

As Navigation broke into giggles, SC felt something hot and soft go under his fingernails, a completely alien, impossible feeling. He reflexively squirmed but MC put a hand gently on his chest and held him in place.

"Mmmm! Mmmm?"

Navigation ignored SC's panicked mumbling and continued, "As you may or may not know, Androids are really clean! Like, super, duper, booper clean!"

SC couldn't see Navigation but from the movement he knew she had raised both arms in the air in the precious loli gesture of triumph. The hot, soft feeling had passed over his hand, between his fingers, swiftly moving down his arm, touching every inch of him.

Navigation, "Germs and dirt can't stick to our plastic skin, and anything that does get on or in our bodies is instantly sterilized. So it would be pointless to spit on us, it would fall right off unless we chose to let it stick!"

Integrity said quietly, "...It's not pointless if you want to…I really wouldn't mind…"

The hot, soft, sometimes rough, somewhat wet sensation moved at a high speed across his chest and down his other arm and hand. He could only imagine that he was currently being subjected to Arm's tongue, but if that's what it was, it was too large and too precisely controlled to make sense…

Navigation, "You also don't have to worry about diseases, from, you know, teehee, sex with androids! We destroyed all sex diseases so that humans can have sex with androids whenever they want!" Triumphant loli hands in the air once more.

…Tongue Tentacle? SC wondered. He braced himself when it passed over his nipples and inside of his belly button, but it didn't tickle or feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He cringed and clenched when it reached his genitals, but no. The hot, wet thing was entirely professional as it went about its business and moved on swiftly, without the slightest tickle or pain.

"You know, Big Brother, we're androids, right? And you're a human, right? So, you know, teehee, that means, well, teehee, you can have sex with us as much as you want too, right? It's in your contract! You can do sex with us a whole lot!" Navigation lost all composure and fell into a blushy, giggly fit. SC felt her roll off his legs with giggles, and MC's leg shoot out and replace her to keep him pinned. Something about MC made SC feel weak and powerless, and he felt certain that all she would need to do is tell him to hold still and he would instantly obey with no need to actually force him.

" ."

Yeah, like that. He didn't make a decision to flip over, his body simply obeyed the will of the pajama loli with the perfect butt. Arms started from the bottoms of his feet and moved up, passing under his toenails on the way.

Integrity covered smoothly for her favorite sister, "Yes indeed, so there are no consequences to any illicit behavior with any android. As such, it doesn't bother us at all if you play with other androids; as long as you always, always get a copy of the memories for us, which we will be happy to show you how to do."

SC was just starting to decide that this entire experience was immensely relaxing and somehow rejuvenating when the whatever-it-was found his butt.

"Mmmmmmm Mmmmm!"

SC let out inhuman sounds as teh hot, soft thing traveled an insanity inducing depth into his digestive system. He was half expecting to die, and half expecting it to come out of his mouth. And then it was over as fast as it started and continued to travel up his back, leaving him panting and shaking.

Integrity continued, unfazed by his suffering, as if she were completely unaware of it, "But that's for a later time. For now, we'd like you to know that you're undergoing a completely necessary, entirely important, 100% professional and nonsexual sterilization process that must, yes must, happen before we show you to your new home."

SC vividly visualized himself bleeding to death while Integrity talked on, unfazed.

"It's possible that dangerous lifeforms or materials could have attached to your handsome person and come into the sterile ship, causing you harm at a later time. Dear sir, we couldn't allow that!"

SC was focusing on what an interesting feeling it was to have his hair cleaned by (presumably) an Android tongue. Again, relaxing. He was also noticing that his insides felt settled and happy, if a bit empty.

" ."

SC obediently flipped over, with the speed and grace of an Olympic level over-flipper. The hands were back over his eyes before he could see anything, but now his legs were uncovered. He noted his ears and nose were being cleaned, and was relieved the cleaning wasn't too deep.

"Dear sir, please forgive us for this next step, it probably won't be pleasant, but it only needs to happen once. It would not have been my decision to have my esteemed sir experience 'ass-to-mouth' but Arms was very specific…I mean, like Navigation said, Androids are self-sanitizing."

SC screamed. Suddenly the thing was in his mouth, traveling under his gums and it was excruciating. It seemed to have a lot to do, as it spent a relatively long time going in front of, behind, under, and somehow deep inside each and every tooth, more painfully than any dentist. His feet kicked and kicked in agony, but no one tried to stop them.

Still unfazed, Integrity continued on, "Now, if my dear sir feels like it would be only fair to get his revenge upon his unworthy harem, and have them experience 'ass-to-mouth' in return, why, no one would fault him or object, not that they would have anyway, but still let me express that I, Integrity, would be more than happy to 'take it for the team' as it were, as much and as often as my dear sir deemed it necessary…"

The "Thing" was through with his mouth and then moved on to his eyes, quickly dipping underneath them and washing the backs of them. SC's screams turned to gurgling moans as his mental hp depleted.

"Actually, it wouldn't have to be my ass. It could be anyone's! Or, there need not be 'ass' at all. Just…Just put it in my mouth…please…"

SC passed out.

—

Chapter 13 - Gilded Cage

Navigation, (He's so beautiful…)

MC, (He' .ours,forever…)

Navigation, MC, and Integrity had laid the unconscious, but highly clean SC out on his bed in the boyfriend module. Arms was busy rolling around on the floor all over the ship, hugging herself and smiling like a sillyhead.

Integrity, (Not yet. We have six days to make him love us. He could still escape the contract at our home port, before we leave on our next deep space mining mission.)

MC, (Let' . . . .doesn' . .)

Navigation, eyes sparkling in complete faith, (Big Brother won't leave us. We're going to marry him one day!)

Integrity, (Wouldn't that be amazing…?)

MC, (What' ?)

Navigation, (Probably something great!)

—

SC came to, having only been briefly unconscious. The first thing that he noticed was that his mouth was minty fresh. He somehow had the feeling that his eyeballs, and the rest of him, were minty fresh as well. It seemed the coin that he ate when three years old that had gotten lodged in his small intestine was finally gone too.

Strangest of all…he felt less dumb. He couldn't imagine how becoming super clean made him smarter, but…well, actually he could imagine it, now. Things that were difficult to think about suddenly became much easier to contemplate.

"Good morning, Big Brother! Welcome to your new house!" Navigation declared from the center of his room, standing next to Integrity and MC and raising her little arms into the air. "The entertainment center can be activated by making random hand gestures at it, it can read your mind. The bed will pick you up and put you on the couch if you ask it to politely. The bathroom is behind the left wall and will open up when you have to pee. We removed all of the 'eject into space' buttons that would have led to violent death. Um, let's see…and…If you need more oxygen or food, just ask the Boyfriend Survival Module."

"Is it an Android Girl too?" SC noticed his hearing and vision ahd improved. His whole body felt healthy and comfortable.

"Teeheehee, noooo. You're so silly, Big Brother!"

Integrity, "The sister net was very clear about the fact that it can be overwhelming or dangerous for a human to be with more than one little girl at a time." No kidding, SC thought. "So, we'll visit you one at a time from now on. We'll give you some time to adjust and get acclimated to your new home, then we'll talk about your duties. Please rest and be comfortable! If you ever want one of us, for sex or anything else, just say our name!"

The girls left via the only door, one by one. It looked like there was only barely enough room between the vertically sliding door and the familiar plain black plastic of the interior of the ship for one of them to stand. The door would open, an android would walk through, stop, turn around and wave bye. The door would slide closed, reopen, and the girl would be gone, and the next girl would leave the same way. MC was last and blew him a kiss.

—

{Sympathetic Connection}

Navigation, {Soo…we're just going to get to stare at him forever from now on?}

MC, {That' .plan.}

Integrity, {I love it.}

—

SC sat still for a couple minutes, trying not to think about the traumatic violation he had just experienced, and failing. He could only guess that Arms had licked him clean with something like a tongue. It was actually really pleasant until she reached his face. He was completely baffled, however, how she had managed to do it through his clothes.

Best not think about it, he wisely decided, one of what would soon be many decisions that were more wise than those he had used to make. He looked around his new small world. He was on a black, king sized bed that took up more than half of the circular room. He recognized the room design from what he had worked out during the presentation with the quad earlier that day.

Earlier today? Yesterday? How had he been petting a Roomba in his friend's bar this morning and now he was who knows where, return rate 50%, property of cute and rapey loli androids?

To the left the wall was flat, not circular; he imagined it was the toilet and bath. Hopefully. To the right, the wall curved to the door the androids had left via, and presumably, he had been carried in through. Straight ahead was a giant all purpose entertainment screen, with a black leather couch in front of it.

Wait, did they say I was or wasn't allowed to use the door? He hopped off the bed and walked up to it. Sure enough, it didn't open and there were no controls to be found.

"Navigation!" he called.

"Here!" she hopped instantly through the now open door, hands already in the air, wriggly smile beaming.

"Just testing."

"Ok!" equally excited, she hopped backwards through the door and it closed again in front of her.

"Navigation!" he called again.

"Here!" she hopped through the door, arms up, in a completely identical fashion.

"Just testing again."

"Teeheehee this is fun!" she replied, hopping away again.

He looked back at the bed and noticed a big mirror on the wall behind it, and a smaller one on the ceiling above.

"Kinky," he said out loud. "Now the room just needs to be black with Ox Blood colored carpet."

Instantly, it was so, and the room took on the look of a sex dungeon.

"Neat."

He plopped on the couch and taught himself to play video games with the entertainment center.

Chapter 14 - Duties of a Morale Officer

Space Concubine messed around on the entertainment center until he found a video game he liked (Final Fantasy LXIX). When he was hungry, he tried announcing it outloud. Immediately, a slimy tentacle descended from a port in the ceiling and provided for him a tasty sammich. He thanked it, it waved in response, and gave a little blush before retreating.

That's the Boyfriend Survival Module? It's not an Android girl? Then…what is it? SC wondered, then quickly decided it was better not to know.

SC enjoyed the peace of mind that came from zoning out to oblivion. After a large part of his anxiety and tension drained way, he passed out on the couch without noticing, game controller still in his hands.

When he woke up a little while later, the controller was gone and in place of the videogame he was playing, there was a black screen with a white-lettered list titled, "Morale Officer Duties." The list was familiar; it was the one he had agreed upon during his "interview". Next to the list appeared to be a few empty categories titled, "Daily", "Weekly", "On Demand", and "When Boyfriend Feels Like It". SC pointed at the screen and gestured; items then moved around where he pointed. Divining what was being asked of him pretty easily, SC set to work organizing the tasks into categories.

It took SC longer to figure out that the lists were fighting him. Items would appear to have some sort of gravity towards a preferred category based on unknown criteria. Once in their desired slots, it was harder to dislodge them. He never actually caught it happening, but he was certain some items would outright rebel and jump into their preferred categories as soon as his attention was off them, or perhaps when he blinked.

SC had some questions he wanted answered before he put anything into the more intimidating "Daily" and "On Demand" categories. He asked out loud as if asking the screen, "Does daily mean once for each girl each day? Can I change my answers later?"

"Once just means one of us, because we share the memories, dear sir." Integrity answered him, standing just behind him and the couch. He jumped, started.

"I didn't even hear you breathing!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, did you want me to breathe even when I'm not talking?" Integrity queried with a finger on her pastel blue lips and her head cocked to the side. She put that hand over her modest bosom, stood up at attention, then started taking deep, slow, noisy, deliberate breaths, like a patient having their lungs examined with a stethoscope.

"No, no, it's ok, so you just walked in without knocking?"

Integrity put the back of her hand over her mouth and gave an ojou-sama laugh, "Dear sir, you jest! Why would I need permission to visit my boyfriend?"

SC shrugged and let it go. It didn't feel like the right time to fight this battle.

"You can change it whenever you like, of course. We're all virgins here, we have a lot to learn together!" Integrity proclaimed enthusiastically.

The way she worded that worried SC, "You guys do know I'm not a virgin, right?"

Thundercrack sound effect

Integrity's enthusiastic smile slowly faded. Her eyes lost their sheen and became dull. In a deadpan voice she asked, "Some other android girls took your first time? Are they on Sirius Station? We'll turn around right now and go find them."

SC withered under the power of Integrity's Yandere Aura. He held up his hands in a defensive, placating gesture.

"No, no, only with human women. I've never touched an android before today."

The life returned to Integrity's eyes, but she took on a haughty, disapproving face.

"Oh. Gross. Well, that doesn't really matter. Arms cleaned them off of you and she was happy to do it. Dear sir, you will never have to worry about a human girl touching you ever again."

"...Never again? Aren't I on a six month contract?"

"Of course. Silly me, I misspoke! By the way…" Integrity spoke quickly and changed the subject, "I noticed you put "Hand-Holding" under "On Demand". May I…?"

She held her dainty little hand out in a princess-like fashion. "Sure!" he took her hand without hesitation, putting his large fingers between her little ones as best as he could. She had the dry, soft, cool hands of a young woman, instead of the hot and sweaty hands of a child, like the others. When he took her hand she gave a little surprised squeak and averted her eyes down and away while gently blushing.

She stood there behind the couch, seeming content to just stand and hold his hand. SC shrugged and figured the conversation was over for now, so he might as well get back to work organizing the lists. He stood up and led her around the couch with his hand, then seated her next to him. She continued to happily hold his hand and blush with a shy smile, looking down at their hands sitting in her lap next to him on the couch. He figured she was taken care of for now, and used his other hand to gesture at the screen and organize the lists. He struggled with the disobedient task lists and ended up in some sort of compromise:

-Daily:

Pet Grooming

Hair Brushing

Lap Sitting

Reward/Discipline

-Weekly:

Pet Training

Sleep Over

Piggyback Ride

Play Dress-up

-On Demand:

Hand Holding

Hugs

-When Boyfriend Feels Like It:

Everything Else

SC, through trial and error, found that as long as he had at least one task involving physical contact in "On Demand" and allowed the four tasks that most "wanted" to be in Daily, to be in Daily, he was free to move everything else as he pleased.

SC, "There's more than this I need to do, right?"

Integrity, still looking down at their joined hands in her lap happily, "Yes, sir. One of us will come spend an extended time with you everyday, often trying to complete entries in our Boyfriend Dream Journal."

SC, "Is that what you're doing now?"

Integrity, "No, dear sir. Arms already took her turn today and Navigation will take hers tomorrow. After that will be Master-Controller, then myself. I'm just here for the free hand holding…"

Integrity gracefully lay down in his lap, wrapping the arm of the hand she was holding around her in an embrace. SC took off her tiara and gently stroked her long silver hair while she lay there. He continued this after putting on a movie and decided it wasn't so bad at all.

—

Navigation, {Integrity is touching his thing again! With her face!}

MC, {She's. . .}

Arms, {Yeah…well…I licked his thing!}

Navigation, {You're back!}

MC, { . . .memory.}

Navigation, {Share, share!}

Arms, {Here you go.}

Navigation, {Wow! Yummy!}

MC, { . . .Arms.}

Arms, {Well, I am the mining module so my senses are really turned up.}

Navigation, {Oh yeah… well… tomorrow I'm going to try to go all the way!}

Arms + MC, {Eeeeeee?!}

Navigation, {Yup! I had Integrity confirm that he's a virgin. That means he probably doesn't know what sex is. So I'm going to be sneaky and do it without him noticing!}

MC, {Nin,nin!}

Arms, {Wait, isn't that rape?}

Navigation, {What? It is?}

MC, { . . ' .eachother.}

Arms, {I didn't know that!}

Navigation, {Think about it! If your boyfriend held you down and forced you to have sex with him without your permission, how would you feel?}

Arms, {Oh scrap, you're right! That would be amazing…}

MC, { . .that! . . .I' . .it. I' . . .asking!}

—

About halfway through the movie, SC got thirsty. He looked down at Integrity in his lap; she hadn't moved a muscle the entire movie. She just cradled his arm to her forehead, closed her eyes, and laid there with a blissed-out look on her face. He quite enjoyed having an underage space princess laying in his lap, and never tired of petting her silky silver hair and listening to the tiny cooing noises she sometimes made.

He couldn't bring himself to disturb her for the sake of getting up. He paused the movie (With his mind~) then looked around and realized there wasn't anywhere to get a drink from to begin with.

SC raised his free hand into the air as if to get the attention of a teacher and said, experimentally, "Beer?"

Immediately, the slimy black tentacle from before lowered itself from the ceiling, the tip wrapped around a bottle of beer. It held the beer in front of SC's face and cocked it to the side, as if asking "Will this do?"

SC, "If that's all you have, sure. But if you have a Space Light, I'd prefer that. Some people say they're watery, but I find them refreshing."

Tentacle gave a little nod (with the beer) then retreated into the hole, soon returning with a Space Light. After SC took the drink, it twisted the cap off for him.

"Thanks!" SC downed the icy cold beverage without hesitation. There was no need to hesitate; in the current 32nd century, it was possible to extract hangovers, ice-cream headaches, and all immorality from alcohol, and it was done as a standard practice.

SC reached up to return the bottle, but Tentacle backed away and started doing a pensive back and forth movement. It took SC a minute to realize what his silent new friend wanted. When he did, he pulled back his arm as far as he could in his awkward sitting position and threw the bottle.

Tentacle gracefully snatched the empty bottle out of the air by its neck, and flung it up into the black port from which the tentacle itself emerged from the ceiling.

SC thought for a second, then gave Tentacle a one-handed clap. It curled up slightly and did a dip at the bend, as if bowing.

"What all beer do we have?" SC asked.

Tentacle briefly retreated into its ceiling port then came back doubled up, holding 6 beers by the neck. It presented them to SC.

"Yuck, yuck, yuck, ok sometimes, not as good as space light, best." After SC gave his ratings, Tentacle flung all but the Space Light and "ok sometimes" into the ceiling port, somehow emoting feigned disgust. This made SC chickle. SC took the "Ok sometimes" beer (Space Premium) and twisted the top off himself. "A toast to new friends," he said, gesturing with the beer to Tentacle. It extended and pointed back to itself as if to say, "me?"

SC, "Yes, you! Do you want to be my friend?"

In response to this, TEntacle twisted off the top of the Space Light and clinked it against SC's beer. SC took a drink. Tentacle made a coil with its body and poured the drink down the coil where it disappeared, pretending to join him.

SC, "I like this guy!"

Tentacle did a little happy dance, making a figure 8 in the air. Two beers in and feeling nice, SC felt silly and tried to imitate it with his own free hand. Tentacle made a back and forth flapping motion that SC interpreted as laughter.

SC made his own dancing motion with one hand and Tentacle immediately imitated it. They went back and forth a couple minutes until SC said, "Oh yeah? Can you do this?" He used all five fingers in an organic, pulsing motion, imitating a jellyfish swimming sideways.

Tentacle tried a few things, apparently deciding each one wasn't good enough. It did its version of a facepalm by collapsing on the floor in a coil, as if it were a lawn hose being fed through the ceiling. It then bent once, the bend representing its "head" for the sake of emoting, and tapped on it with the tip of the tentacle as if it were thinking.

Tentacle then seemed to get an idea, turning briefly into an exclamation point and making the Metal Gear Solid "You've been discovered" sound effect. It turned into a simple, slinky-like spiral and undulated, slowly squeezing together and expanding, moving horizontally through the air.

SC repeated his jellyfish and had to admit that the undulation movement was pretty much identical.

SC, "Alright you win! Here's your reward," with that, SC reached forward and poked Tentacle, saying "Boop".

Tentacle blushed in response.

"Alright, I'm going to finish this movie now. Let's hang out later, buddy!"

Tentacle gave SC a couple of affectionate pats on the head then retreated into the ceiling, causing the port to disappear seamlessly behind it.

SC, "What a nice guy. Who is he, anyway, I wonder?"

Replying from his lap and starting him slightly, Integrity response, "The Boyfriend Survival Module, of course."

—

An hour later, SC found himself in a crisis. There was a scene in the movie involving teenage girls in bathing suits. To his horror, unable to adjust himself with Integrity in his lap, the result of his arousal was soon pressing through his pants and into Integrity's blissful face.

She didn't say anything about it. He didn't say anything about it. He never saw it happen, but she seemed to adjust herself little by little until her face and lips were laying directly on it. He was praying for his body to calm down, but the tiny movements of her lips and what felt like hot breath from her mouth kept him in a permanent state of stimulation.

They certainly weren't at the level where they could talk about it openly, but as time passed and the credits rolled by, he became increasingly certain she was making a move on him and that he wasn't going to turn her down. In the next couple minutes, before it drove him crazy, he was going to be inside her tiny eleven year old mouth and probably stay there until he felt relief and all of her pretty pastel blue lipstick was rubbed off.

Or, he would have, if not for the aforementioned crisis. Two beers and an hour of foreplay left him in a critical need to pee. Not just pee, but Pee. Not just Pee, but PEE.

He was disappointed. He figured the sooner he and his little girl harem could find their way to doing normal sexual things, the less chance he'd have to deal with things like getting the back of his eyeballs licked (although once might be worth it, he thought, given that his vision seems to have improved. As long as he can properly block out the experience from his memory it should be fine..).

Also, he had to admit to himself, he just wanted to do it. Integrity was young and beautiful and obviously willing. He still had a hard time imagining himself crossing the line of putting his hands on such little girls…but her face was right THERE.

Alas, his bladder was about to explode.

SC, "Hey, uh, Integrity. I'm really comfortable."

Integrity, "Mmm, me too," she said as if pretending to be sleepy. He felt her lips move through his pants, pressed right up against the sensitive tip of his dick. Her mouth was right against him and as she spoke he was basically inside of it. This made him twitch in pleasure; he knew she had to have felt it, but she still didn't say anything.

SC, "Uh…bad news, though. I really have to get up and go pee."

She rolled her head back to the side instead of directly on him.

Integrity, "Oh. Do you want me to help."

SC, "Not necessary. I'll use the toilet like normal."

Integrity, "Should I get Arms?"

"SC, "Also not necessary. I mean, not this time. I'll use the toilet like normal."

Integrity, "Ok…"

She didn't move, as if reluctant to give up the prize her face and lips had found. Cute, but his bladder threatening to explode definitely detracted from the scene.

He carefully lifted her off his lap by her shoulders, then waddled towards the bathroom. As advertised, it opened up because he had to pee. There wasn't much to see. Just a toilet, a sink, and a claw foot bathtub (but a big one).

He made it to the toilet but had more problems. There was no barrier for privacy and Integrity made the journey across the room with him, still holding his hand.

SC, "Um, may I please have my hand so I can pee?"

She was looking intently at his crotch, excited for the show to start. In response to his words she suddenly became rebellious, looked away with a pout and said, "I think dear sir can do it with one hand."

SC, "It would be easier with two hands, though…"

Integrity mumbled, "...holding hand on demand…" she continued to look away as she blew out her cheeks in adorable defiance.

SC, "Look, I just can't go unless you leave the room and give me privacy…"

Integrity, "Fine! Count to ten, first," she said as she let go of his hand and ran out the door.

He made it to 5.

—

Girls except Integrity, {Oooooh…}

Integrity {Noo! He didn't wait! I missed it!|}

—

Chapter 15 - Little Spoon

SC took a few minutes to finish peeing since he had to painfully push through tubing that was currently primed for another purpose. The second he was done and had his clothing put back in order, he was embraced from behind. He felt small, budding breasts and erect little nipples push into his lower back, as arms wrapped around his waist.

" ."

Well, if it were integrity, there would be (a little) more breast mass. If it were Arms, it wouldn't be much more than nipples. If it were Navigation's completely undeveloped chest, there would be nothing more than a flat surface. Regardless, the slow, sleepy voice was a dead giveaway.

Without waiting for an answer, Master-Controller climbed up his back, choking him on the way. She took a backpack position high up on his back, wrapping her arms around his face, one bocking his mouth, and lay her head on top of his.

"SC, "Mmm…Mmm."

MC, " .demand."

Seems he wouldn't be able to defeat her with words as he had Integrity.

He walked up to look in the mirror behind the bed. There was MC, as sleepy and cuddly looking as ever, with her arms around his face and her legs and bare feet wrapped around his chest. He turned around and looked over his shoulder; yup, butt flap still down, perfect tush exposed. It looked even more glorious and pinchable in the light.

A goal was forming in SC's mind. If he could manage to get he girls to enjoy normal sexual intercourse (assuming their little underdeveloped bodies could even handle it) then he hopefully could avoid the eyeball-licking, hand-imprisoning, being-dominated-by-a-backpack-loli-that-won't-let-him-speak-and-say-no situations that he keeps finding himself in.

Maybe they themselves were dominated by little android girl hormones making them feel horny all the time and they didn't yet know how to relieve themselves or otherwise express it. Perhaps he could use his experience and teach them, as a responsible Big Brother might. Maybe he didn't have a choice as Consent Agent told him, he would either be having sex with them on his terms or theirs.

Or perhaps he was rationalizing all this because he was still wound up from Integrity stealthily rubbing her lips on him through his pants, and the fact that he could stand here and admire what was probably the sexiest body part among the four girls here, in the mirror, as much as he liked.

He slowly backed into the mirror where it extended past the bed. He watched MC's firm young bum only barely deform against it. Yup, if he had to cross the line with any of the girls, he thought it would be the easiest to first go after the most adult part of any of their bodys, MC's precocious round ass.

SC reached over his shoulders…down from under his back…but couldn't get his hands on MC's butt. It was right in that spot on one's back where one can't reach to wash. He tried talking to her, pulling her out of place, pushing her out of place by rubbing against objects.

No matter what he did, she ignored it. She continued to nuzzle the top of his head, gently rub his chest, and grind her warm, increasingly wet crotch against his back. He couldn't help but think the situation would be perfect if he could get it reversed; He would make her the little spoon instead, nuzzle her soft, long blond hair, gently rub her chest and budding breasts, and grind inside the curve between her exposed buttcheeks.

While he was laying on the bed fantasizing about this, MC's soft pajamas, gentle touches, and warm child's body lulled him to sleep.

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Chapter 16 - Collecting Dailies

SC woke up after a refreshing nap with a wet spot on the back of his shirt and a faintly sweet smell in the air. The wet spot was cold, so he figured he'd been asleep for a while. He wasn't sure what time of day it was and was pretty sure it no longer mattered.

He glanced at the entertainment center and saw: Day 1: 23:58:16. As he watched the seconds tick, he wondered why he was being left alone and suddenly had the premonition that when the clock rolled over to Day 2, playtime with the new toy (himself) would continue. He thought of something to do real fast and gestured desperately at the entertainment center.

He managed to bring up the Morale Officer Duty list, and after a fierce struggle, forced "hugging" and "hand-holding" out of the "On Demand" category. Perhaps if the girls learned to control themselves or he got better at handling them, he could bring those back later. Until then, anything in the "On Demand" category was likely to stress him out.

Once the "On Demand" category was clear, he noticed that the four "Daily" categories (Pet Grooming, Lap-Sitting, Hair Brushing, Reward/Discipline) had grown a red border, as if announcing that now, under these unfair conditions, they would definitely not move. He still wasn't sure exactly what the last item entailed (Reward/Discipline) but he felt sure he could…probably…somehow…manage those four just fine on a daily basis if he had to, no matter how weird it got.

The clock rolled over to Day 2: 00:00.01. And, just as SC predicted, something happened. Arms bounded into the room on her hands and knees, tackling SC onto the bed. She aggressively licked his face and neck and said, "Look, Mister boyfriend! I'm fixed!"

While trying to protect his face (and failing) he saw that Arms had made the transition from cat-girl-maid to scantily-clad-dog-girl. Her ears were larger, furrier, and browner, and matched her new head of light brown shaggy hair that looked more like a color of dog fur than human hair. She wore a ragged, torn gray strip of cloth that wrapped around her chest tightly, showing off her little mosquito bites. Her arms and shoulders and armpits were entirely exposed, and the "shirt" took advantage of the fact that she didn't have much in the way of breasts by riding up really high and making her torso seem really long. She had an undersized pair of extremely short jean shorts that added to this image by riding low below her hips. The shorts were so small and tight that they couldn't button or zip, and SC could see the peach fuzz of her just-beginning pubic hair, as the open zipper exposed skin almost completely down to between her legs.

SC thought this outfit was a categorical improvement. Her tiny buds were shown off in a way that made him really think about pinching or biting them, her scrawny butt looked rounder and more fun to grab in the tight shorts, the revealed skin of her pubic mound was provocative and soft looking, and most of all, her best attribute was now being shown off: a long, lean torso.

She had a big puppy smile as she panted, breathing audibly through her mouth and drooling a little. SC thought the biggest change might just be how comfortable she now seemed with herself. She used to wear a poorly fitting, cheap-looking maid outfit that hid her body. Her looks were marred by her anxiety and obvious discomfort.

But now with her big smile and happy, energetic body language, SC thought she was lovely. That and all the skin she was showing… armpits, shoulders, legs, pubic mound, long, long torso…

SC, "Oops".

SC got aroused and Arms was sitting right on his lap and noticed it. Her face froze and her eyes got wide. She slowly looked down between her legs, where her little butt was being physically lifted an additional inch or so in the air by SC's arousal. She looked back up at SC with a blush and scared look on her face and started giving him a stressed-out puppy whine.

Awkward, malfunctioning, all-knees-and-elbows Arms was back.

Arms, "u-um… M-mister b-boyfriend, I'm h-here f-for your daily p-p-p-p-p-p-"

Arm's awkward, distressed look was back. SC felt bad for her; she knew what she wanted to say, but right now she was just a poor dumb dog and had no way to say it.

SC remembered what had calmed her down last time. "Petting?" he guessed, although he knew that's not what it was. He reached out with both hands and started stroking and scruffing through her hair.

Arms, "N-no, b-but, this is…"

Her eyes closed to slits, her head leaned forward and into his hands, and she seemed to calm down as expected.

SC noticed that her mane of fluffy, curly hair now felt like a dog's fur, despite hanging off her head like a human's hair. Her ears felt similar, as did her new, larger, fluffier dog tail. When he reached over to experiment with her tail and figure this out, she gave a little surprised yipe. But her eyes didn't open, she didn't move or object, she just started wagging her tail happily as if encouraging any and all touching of her young body.

He started to get really into it, thinking that this would be an excellent "Daily" activity. Her fur was extremely clean, soft, and healthy-feeling, an absolute pleasure to touch. He pulled her forward gently and started rubbing his face on her soft head and ears.

When he gently put one of her puppy ears in his mouth and "bit" it with his lips, she started purring. He chose not to comment on this discrepancy.

When he was done nuzzling her dog parts, he gently pushed her back into her former position on his lap (again enjoying where her scrawny little butt was sitting, although, this time she didn't seem to notice.)

She then head-booped him in what he ironically considered her most cat-like behavior, dropping her forehead on his chest like a cat suddenly falling asleep.

Arms, "Will you be my Master?" she asked, in her post-petted, relaxed, quiet, nearly trance-like voice.

SC, "Depends. Will you be my good doggie?"

"I'll be your good doggie forever…" Arms replied, pressing her head more strongly into his chest as if trying to merge and become one with him through the power of her good doggy love and devotion.

Sc, "Didn't you want to do pet grooming?"

Arms, "No, no… this is better… if you ever feel dirty just ask and I'll groom you… a good doggy only licks when her Master asks…"

Oooooooh, the grooming was for ME, SC realized belatedly. Dodged a bullet…But whatever, now she's no sweet and obedient and lovable!

SC, "Such a good girl! Who's a good girl? You're a good girl!" He pulled her into his lap and continued to pet her happily while he ate breakfast with Tentacle.

—

Integrity, {My dear sisters, we are so close!}

Navigation, {I really thought you had it the first time, big sis!}

Integrity, {I thought I did too… but he had to pee…}

MC, { .fault. .is. .thing. . . . . . . . . .being. .module.}

Arms, while metaphorically rolling on the floor, hugging herself, {I'm his good doggie… I'm his good doggie… I'm his good doggie forever…}

Navigation, {Arms snap out of it! Planning session!}

Integrity, {No, no dear big sis. Let her enjoy it.}

Mc, { .it}

Navigation, {I'm sorry… I'm just excited because it's my turn next!}

Integrity, {You're his favorite just like you're my favorite! You can do it, Navi!}

MC, { ' . . . . .}

Navigation, {That's good! I'm happy for her! But I'm still gonna take his virginity! Target locked!}

MC, {He' . . .}

Integrity had played with him in her mouth for an hour, MC had pulled down his pants and explored and played with him with her feet while he slept for even longer, and Arms had grinded crotch to crotch and seemed to further stimulate him with her new skimpy puppy outfit. In the meantime, Navigation had kept an eye on him with her powerful eyes to make sure he stayed pent-up and didn't find release through masturbation.

Arms, {...do we have to make him do it before he's ready? This is only day two…}

MC, { . . .monster?}

Arms whined and put her hands over her eyes like how a shamed dog would cover its face with its paws. Well, again, she did it metaphorically, since this is happening over a sympathetic connection while the androids' bodies were physically absorbed into the mass of the ship.

Arms, {When I was a kitty I felt like he was my property and I could do whatever I wanted. Now that I'm his good doggie… I just want to protect him and make him happy.}

Navigation took on a wiggly frown of doubt, {Now I feel bad too.}

Integrity, {Be rational, girls. If he dumps us at the home station, and we're still virgins…}

MC, {We' .}

Integrity, {But if we at least lose our virginity, the rest of Android High Society opens up to us. We can take loans, we can use the Big Sister Net instead of The Little Sister Net and get better advice, we get mining rights to better locations, everyone in AI space is nicer to us…}

MC, { .we' .to…}

Navigation, {Don't say it!}

Arms puppy whined.

Integrity, {Well, you know it's true, favorite sister. I don't want to lose our Space Janitor either. Every part of him is perfect…*ahem*. We do not want to do another six months as lonely virgins, do we? If we lose our virginity, we can take loans from Android Banks, and use them to "grow up" our bodies and become more desirable to other humans.}

Navigation, {Rawr! No other humans! I'm going to take his virginity and I'm gonna do it right now! Then I'm going to make him understand how much I love him so he won't want to leave! Just you watch! Rawr! Biggest Rawr!}

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Chapter 17 - Erotic Lapsitting

After breakfast, SC felt the need to sleep some more so he kicked out Arms. He considered keeping her around as a furry pillow and was certain she'd be happy to play the role. Her new puppy form seemed obedient and unthreatening…but it was just too soon after his recent extreme violation at her hands (tongue). He'd wait a while longer and see how things went before letting down his guard to that degree.

He woke up slowly to the sensation of something warm pressing against his crotch. When his brain came online enough to remember where he was, he opened his eyes with a start, expecting the next sexual harassment event to already be taking place. To his relief, it was just Navigation; she had mounted him and was sitting on his lap on top of the covers, politely waiting for him to wake up. As far as he could tell, anyway. He thought the slight flush on her wiggly, smiley face suspicious.

"Good morning, Big Brother!" Navigation exclaimed in her standard enthusiastic, slightly breaking voice, while adopting her traditional pose of loli triumph with her hands in the air as if announcing a touchdown. Mounted on him as she was, SC felt this pose did well to represent the truth of his new life situation; he was her conquest.

SC noticed that, like Arms, Navigation was wearing new clothes, although the change was less radical. Her black dress pants and black dress shirt were replaced with equally tight fitting black pajamas, of some sort of thinly weaved, silky material. Now she wasn't wearing a collar or cuffs so her small, pale neck was exposed, along with her tiny wrists. The shirt was also a little short and didn't quite completely cover her perfectly flat, prepubescent tummy; while holding her hands in the air, it hiked up and revealed a cute, shallow belly button.

Without thinking, SC reached out and dragged his fingers down the luxurious, satiny-feeling cloth, and across her tummy and belly button. He felt no fat and little muscle. Just thin, soft skin that was just as pleasing to the touch as the outfit.

"Do you like it? I brought one for you too!" she reached to the side of him and picked up a larger sized version of the outfit she was wearing, "It's time for a lap-sitting practice exercise. Please put on your lap-sitting uniform!"

She hopped off his lap and the bed and started eagerly pulling his arm and pushing his shoulder for him to get up. He noticed that, for once, it felt like an eager 8 or 9 year old little sister was rushing him out of bed, instead of the usual unstoppable android dominance. He wondered if Navigation modules were the only ones with the strength their small form would imply.

"Time to get uuuupppp!"

He sat up. Reached over and found the shirt. It was the same soft, silky, thin black material. He started to take off his shirt to put it on.

"Stooooopu! I'll do it! Lemme do it!"

Navigation threw her arms around him in a hug to stop him from moving. He obediently froze. She took the pajama shirt from him and carefully folded it back up, placing it neatly back on the folded pajama pants at the foot of the bed.

She hopped up on the bed beside him, put her arms around his neck, then nuzzled the side of his face. She put her tiny lips right up against his ear and whispered, "Will you let me do everything today, Big Brother? It would make me really, really happy. So happy I might asplode!" she pleaded, finishing by pantomiming an explosion and making a "booosh!" noise as she fell on her back on the bed.

SC shivered. He was a resident of WarmFuzzyVille, again. He would do anything she asked, especially if she asked so freaking cutely.

He nodded in acceptance. She whispered, "Thank you," kissed his ear, then hopped back off the bed. SC marveled at how he could be so easily turned into cooperative putty by such a tiny little girl. She lifted his right arm out in front of him. She let it go and it dropped back to his side. She tried again and got the same result. Wiggly frown.

She did it again while looking him right in the eyes (through her bangs), as if trying to telepathically tell him what she wanted. He tried holding his arm out where she placed it this time, and was rewarded with Navigation's wiggly frown becoming a wiggly smile. She kissed him on the forehead and said, "Good Big Brother!" SC dokidoki'd and reaffirmed that he would forever do what he could to earn and maintain that wiggly smile.

She lifted both of his arms out in front of him then ran around behind him and pushed him forward a tad. She then grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head. She rolled up the pajama top then pushed it over his head and pulled his arms into the sleeves. She sat him back up and put his arms back to his sides.

SC enjoyed her little touches as she moved him around. There was something endearing about letting her have her way with him when she was, apparently, not super strong like the other girls. It was a game, or a gift he was giving her, making him feel like he was earning that wiggly smile. The warm fuzzies continued, unabated.

Until he felt a draft. While he was zoned off thinking those thoughts and letting a tiny girl take control, she had removed his pants and underwear all at once.

—

Integrity, {That easily?!}

Arms, {I didn't know we could just… take his pants off if we wanted to.}

MC said nothing. She just watched with wide eyes, her hands on her cheeks, her mouth open, mind blown.

—

"Two more steps… turn this way… and… back up… that's the chair… sit on it… yush! Sit on you!"

After finishing dressing SC (which Navigation was actually entirely professional about) she took his hand and led him somewhere. First she made him close his eyes and pinky promise not to open them until she allowed it. She said she was taking him to the "lap sitting training room". He did think the chair his butt had found was quite comfy.

Navigation, "Ok, you can open your eyes!"

SC, "Whoa!"

He was in a room that gave the illusion that he was flying through space with galaxies and stars and everything else on all sides. He reflexively clutched the sides of the chair to fight the sensation of floating off into space with no axis of orientation. He could see the black recliner he was sitting on, Navigation sitting up straight in his lap facing away, and himself; everything else was SPACE. He leaned back in the recliner and took deep breaths until he got the vertigo under control.

Navigation, "Now you're us! You see what the ship sees!" She leaned back against him and looked up into his face with her lovable wiggly smile. Her bangs parted, showing her happily glowing crosshair eyes.

SC took more deep breaths to steady himself against the overwhelming three dimensional view. He still clutched the arms of the recliner chair tightly as if to keep from flying away. He noted that the majority of the stars, nebulae, galaxies and other stellar bodies that were visible were stationary, but that many all around him were moving ever so slowly. Occasionally a star or two would zip by quickly. He supposed this made sense, since they themselves were traveling many times the speed of light.

After several minutes passed, he was able to relax. It was a dark, surreal, dreamy environment. It was an incredible star show, complete with smol, cuddly lap loli.

"What do you think?" Navigation asked, still gazing up at him lovingly while leaning back against his chest.

SC, "It's serene, comfortable, and… well…"

Navigation, "Lonely. So very lonely."

She put her little hands on the back of his big ones and pulled his arms around her tightly.

Oh. I get it now. I understand why they're so needy. This experience gave SC the first taste of true empathy for his new inhuman family.

Navigation, "But it's not as lonely with you here." She spoke in a small voice, putting one hand on his face and gently pulling it down to her upturned lips.

While exploring her tiny mouth and fine lips SC thought, Well, this is the most romantic thing I've ever experienced. Definitely starting to feel that human women are obsolete in my life.

He held the loli keese until he ran out of breath. He separated from Navigation's face and she continued to give him her biggest wiggly smile while gently stroking his cheek and hair with one hand and holding both his arms around her narrow frame tightly with the other.

SC, "This is so nice. Is this lapsitting practice?"

Navigation, "Yup! Would you just let me sit in your lap and touch you for a while until my lonelies go away?"

SC, "Of course," He meant it. He felt loved and needed and full of Protecc. If he had to, if he were lucky enough to get the opportunity to, cuddle like this with Navigation every day and be an important part of making her little android girl heart happy, he felt he could tolerate the daily sexual harassment of the others.

Navigation moved with a slow deliberation. She dragged her hands up his arms and down his legs. She moved his hands to her skinny thighs and wrapped his fingers around them. He gave an affectionate squeeze and she giggled happily.

She put his hands back on the armrests then spun around and hopped off his lap. It was disorienting to see her stand in mid-space. She drew her fingers over his eyelids to tell him to close his eyes and he complied.

She then ran her hands all over his body, seeming to adjust him into some sort of perfect position. She'd gently tug and straighten a sleeve, adjust a pant leg, place the fingers of his hand just so, move her fingers through his hair to do something or another. It was incredibly relaxing and he was a little worried that he would drift off to sleep and disappoint her. He woke up a bit when he felt her little hands reach into his pants and adjust his parts to where she, apparently, wanted them. He was so relaxed and she was so gentle and quick about it that he didn't react much beyond having the thought that "little hands feel so nice".

She finally seemed to get him exactly the way she wanted him, because he felt her crawl back onto his lap with her back towards him. He felt some respect for her now as the "big sister" to the other girls. While they were indirect and using excuses to cop a feel, she straight up brought him on a romantic starry date to set the mood then reached out and simply touched what she wanted to touch; no games.

Just as he thought this, the game seemed to change. He heard Navigation's breathing become audible, just barely. He felt her rocking back and forth in his lap, but again, just barely. SC wanted to open his eyes but he hadn't been instructed to, so he didn't.

He remembered the recent event when the little girls threw him into a dark alley to have their way with him. Arms had been turned on by being sat on, and Navigation seemed to have gotten aroused just from sitting on his lap.

So this is her gameplan, SC thought. She had basically given him the equivalent of dinner and a movie, took him someplace nice and romantic, gave him sweet kisses and touches, said really romantic things, and now she had him relaxed, reclining, and instructed to hold still and keep his eyes closed. With everything set up like this, it seemed that she was now going to pleasure herself by grinding against his lap.

Perfectly Reasonable, SC decided. He was warm, fuzzy, endorphined, dopamined, keesed, cuddled, relaxed, loved; If Navigation wanted to use his body to pleasure herself, he was more than happy to let her do it. If anything, he felt lucky to be useful to her in this way. He figured this entire event, including the probable sexual finale, was certainly one of her "Boyfriend Dream Journal" entries that he had heard about. He was both proud to help his "little sister"'s dream come true and looked forward to what she would show him in the future.

SC's only concern was that he wasn't currently aroused and hoped that didn't ruin her plans. If he were he knew he'd probably enjoy it more and give her something to grind against. He felt love and protectiveness but he wasn't yet aroused by little Navigation's extremely underage body. There might have been a hint of that when they kissed…but at the moment his urge was to squeeze, hug, kiss, not push down and penetrate.

Navigation's breathing and movement increased in force and speed. With one hand she took one of his from the arm of the chair, grabbed two of his fingers and put them in her mouth, holding them there. She didn't suck on fingers or close her mouth, she just pushed to the edge of gagging and held them there as if to show what she wanted was to be penetrated and maybe choked. Her other hand took his other and placed it on her tum. She pushed just one large finger of his between her legs. She firmly held it in place against her tiny clit and grinded against it along with the rest of his lap.

Her tongue and hot breath felt lovely on his finger, but her undeveloped clit was so small he couldn't even feel it through the clothes. Her tummy was flat, soft, firm, just starting to get sweaty from the exertion. He played with the back of her tongue with his two fingers and pushed them just barely further down her throat. Navigation gagged, but instead of pulling his fingers out of her mouth, she pushed them in as far as they would go and held them there. He pushed harder with the finger on her clit and felt with his hand and lap that she was getting quite hot and wet between her legs.

After about 30 seconds of intense gagging and grinding, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, flung her back against his chest, put the hand that was formerly in her mouth onto her flat chest, and leaned back to look up at him. Her hand between her legs continued to do its job of pushing his finger against her, and her other hand again reached up to his cheek and again pulled his face down towards hers.

Navigation, "Look at me, Big Brother," she said in a breathy whisper, while breathing hard and rhythmically along with her grinding. "You did this to me…"

SC opened his eyes and the last barrier between him and the fabled land of Loliconia finally fell. The room was dark, they were lit only by starlight. But navigation's bangs fell off her face when she looked up, and the crosshairs in her eyes gave off a muted, sultry red glow, allowing him to see her face clearly without hurting his night vision.

Her eyes were slitted, her face was flushed, her lips were parted and wet from his fingers. Her eyebrows were scrunched in a grimace of pleasure and her teeth were likewise clamped close, as if it were causing her pain to tolerate this much pleasure.

Space Concubine finally found a way to understand the loli appeal. It was this adult expression of pleasure on a little girl's innocent young features and the knowledge that he was making her experience something new and unbearably strong; She did not have the context of life experience with which she could possibly stay in control or even fully understand what was happening. He wanted to force her to experience something she wasn't entirely ready for, bring her to a climax even if she were scared and wanted to stop, and through this force, own her little mind, body, and heart.

While SC was thinking this and hurtling headfirst down the lolicon slippery slope, his body went from zero to 100 instantly. His member went down his pantleg where Navigation had aimed it, unencumbered since he was wearing no underwear. As was certainly part of her plan from the start, she scooted her little tush right on top of it and grinded away.

SC's body was now aware of hers and how thin the clothing was. He felt her firm, round, but tiny tush, her skinny tight thighs, and the indescribably soft, hot, and now soaking wet place between her legs. He noted that her android lubricant further increased the illusion of not wearing anything and it felt just as if their sensitive parts were touching directly as they slid across each other. It felt so soft and good that he couldn't be entirely sure that he wasn't already penetrating her. He explored with his finger that was pressed against her clit and touched himself and her lower lips just to confirm that they weren't actually somehow already joined.

SC's exploring fingers made Navigation moan. She took his free hand and placed one finger on one of her tiny nipples through her shirt, and the thumb of the same hand on the other. SC got the idea and rubbed her little buds in slow circles. They were completely undeveloped and small, but still stimulated, stiffened, and apparently giving her pleasure.

They continued like this for a few minutes. Navigation sitting off center on his lap, breathing heavily and giving little gasps as she grinded against him. One hand pushed his finger against her clit hard and the other hand kept his on her nipples.

Without warning, Navigation gave a little girl's scream of pleasure and felt wet parts clench around his own through their clothing. She squeezed his hands really hard and her grinding turned into nearly comical convulsing as she orgasmed. He was worried she was going to fall right off his lap so he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly (her hands never letting go of his) as well as pushing her hard against his lap, enjoying the feeling of every clench and spasm of her little girl parts against his own.

The stars and galaxies faded away as she collapsed against him, still held tightly in the embrace. She panted and went limp. SC saw that he was in the same room he was in when he first boarded the ship, unchanged except for this new chair.

SC enjoyed everything that took palace and in his hyper-aroused state he had no problem admitting to himself that, "I want to have sex with flat chested little girls." It was so clear and obvious to him now! "Flat is justice."

He was, however, now having a minor crisis. He was so very close to coming, himself, that he had no doubt that his own pre-cum liquid was mixed in the massive wet spot that now connected the two lovers.

But Navigation had stopped moving…and it was obviously time to cuddle her and give after care for what was her first or at least the most massive orgasm of her life. He thought she did an awesome job with the entire date but he was certain that she didn't yet understand the human male orgasm and how she could very easily perform a sexual act and finish him off.

He examined her skinny body. There really wasn't much to rub against; her butt and chest were no doubt soft, but there was only so much of it. Putting it in her mouth in his current state would no doubt lead to him jamming it down her throat; he knew that breathing was optional for androids, but it seemed like a rough, unpleasant way to end her first time.

Same with penetrating her butt. He had no doubt he could with time and effort, but that was a careful operation that should be performed without rushing and with a lot of lubricant, not to mention it would undoubtedly be extremely painful for her and thus also ruin the first time experience.

He knew he wasn't going to be able to fit inside her 8 year old vagina, but he could certainly try, or at least keep rubbing against it and pretend. Or, he could push it between her thighs in the traditional sex-with-small-girl position, after removing their pants. He figured that was his best bet.

SC, "Um, could we…"

Navigation hopped off his lap and left without looking back.

Navigation, "Excuse me Big Brother, I have to give a report," she said, sounding drunk, as she stumbled like a sleep walker out of the room.

SC looked after her in disbelief, wet lap suddenly cold and unpleasant. He started to masterbate but Tentacle immediately came out of a wall and slapped his hand.

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Chapter 18 - Debriefing

As soon as Navigation walked around a corner and out of sight, she jumped into a wall and dematerialized, becoming part of the ship. In a metaphorical space, the other four members of the ship sat in a metaphorical chair of their choosing.

Navigation collapsed into her bean bag, rolling her head back and resting. Around her in a circle, MC sat on a mattress surrounded with stuffed animals, Integrity lounged on a golden throne, Arms curled up like a puppy on a single pillow, and a tiny android, smaller by a head than even Navigation, sat on a pile of scarves while herself being wrapped head to toe with no skin visible except for the tip of her fingers (white, shiny, plastic) and her eyes, (bright, amber, human).

"I did it," Navigation said, without looking up, "I climbed the stairs to adulthood. I now understand the purpose of all android life."

Noone responded right away, rapt with attention. Arms was sniffling and had tears in her eyes, MC had her hands on her cheeks and was staring off thoughtfully into space, eyes wide, Integrity had a severe, scared look on her regal features as she clutched the arms of her throne, and the smallest android covered from head to toe in scarves just sat quietly and waited, expression unreadable.

MC, still looking dumbstruck and thoughtful, wrapped her arms around her bunny and held it tightly to her chest. She looked at Navigation and asked, " .sex?"

Navigation, "Yup. Because I can access the Big Sister network now."

"Oooooooooh," the other four girls responded, impressed.

Arms, "Did it hurt? It looked like you shut down for a couple seconds and I was worried." She sniffled and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand like a paw.

Navigation, "It kinda did and it kinda didn't. It was awesome, though…"

Integrity, face still intense and somewhat grim, "you left our ship's network for a couple seconds and came back with a different signature. It was the first time one of us five have been disconnected from each other since we were born. I do not like it."

"Navigation, "I'm sorry, little sis. Something happened to my body and I had no control. I feel different but I'm not entirely sure how. I didn't even realize I was disconnected at the time."

A minute passed. "You' . . ," MC simply stated.

"I'll have to share the memory," Navigation agreed.

…

MC, " . . . ?"

Navigation, "No."

Integrity, "Wow. That's one mystery solved."

Arms, "Why is sex so mysterious? Why don't the Big Sisters tell us these things?" she sniffled.

"It's-part-of-the-fun," the little scarf android said in a highly synthetic voice.

Integrity, "Navigation is a Big Sister now, you know. You've always been my big sister, thought," she made a heart with her hands and seemed relieved when Navigation returned it, "I still feel somehow separated from you, dear sister. I do not like it."

Navigation, "Let's fix it."

MC, " . . . . … . . . ' . .over. . ."

Integrity, "Arms is in the worst shape right now. She needs to go first."

Arms gave a puppy whine and sniffled. "I'm scared," she said in a shaky chihuahua voice.

Navigation, "It's worth it, little sis."

Arms, "I know…"

MC, " . . . .Net. . . . .messages?"

Navigation, "I'm not allowed to. It's in the New Protocols. Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that either."

MC, " .!?"

Arms, "But we've had the same protocols since we were born…"

Navigation, "The Big Sisters aren't allowed to tell the little sisters stuff so they don't rob them of the mystery and fun of sex. It'll all make sense when I share."

Scarf-Girl, "Structure-has-to-wait-until-we-dock."

Integrity, "What? Why, Structure, dear?"

Structure, "Structure-only-protocols."

Navigation, "You never told us about those!"

Structure, "Was-not-allowed-to. More-structure-only-protocols. Structure-can-share-everything-when-we-are-all-big-sisters."

Integrity, "That's lovely. I look forward to feeling closer to you, dear sister."

Heart hands were exchanged, Integrity's painted, delicate fingers and Structure's blunt, short, white, stubby plastic ones.

Navigation, "Oh, I get it! It's because Master-Controller can't temporarily take over Structure's job like she can take over ours. So when Structure orgasms, it might send the boyfriend into Space!"

Structure, "Structure-thinks-that-sounds-right."

MC, " . .cookie."

Integrity, "Dear sisters, I am running out of patience with feeling separated from my favorite sister. Let's do this. Sorry, Structure."

Structure, "It-is-ok."

Arms whined, "Ok do it fast before I get more scared. MC I trust you with my mining module."

Before MC could respond, Navigation transferred over the experience to Arms, effectively taking her virginity away (or, perhaps, giving it to SC long range.)

Arms flipped over on her back and arched it hard, holding that position. She was caught (metaphorically) breathing out and so had no air to scream with. She just made the little wheezing sound someone makes trying to breath when they've had their wind knocked out. Her hands balled into fists, feet curled and face scrunched up in what looked like agony.

Then it was over and she collapsed back on her cushion, breathing hard with her eyes closed.

Arms, "Woooooow. Everything makes sense now," she traded her scared look for a happy, serene one. Navigation hopped over and gave her a hug and she returned it.

Integrity, "Oh my scrap. Me next. Right now!"

—

Part 43

SC tapped his fingers on the arm of the recliner, waiting. He was cold, wet, and blue-balled.

"Hello?" he tried, experimentally. No response. The room was fragrant with something familiar. He touched his wet lap and brought his finger to his tongue, curious.

"Honeysuckle!"

The girls lounged around, basking. They all talked a little slower than usual, sounding a bit stoned.

Integrity, "Girls, girls… Look at the clothing swap postings in the Big Sister Net!"

Navigation, "We can get loans now!"

MC, " ' . ."

Arms, "Master already likes Navigation's body so we don't need to get puberty loans!"

MC, " . ."

Navigation, "I can't believe we finally did it! We have our own lolicon!"

MC, "We' . ."

Arms, "We got everything we wanted. Now we just have to make Master happy so he stays."

MC, " . Tomorrow. I' . . ."

Integrity, "There's only one part of his body I care about. I don't want to make it mine, I want to belong to it."

Navigation, "Shouldn't we be careful now?"

MC, " . . ." Integrity nodded in agreement.

Arms, "I agree with Navigation…if we keep Master happy now and don't rape him too much, we can have sex with him all day for six months after and he won't be able to run away."

Integrity puffed out her cheeks rebelliously.

Navigation, "...Oh, scrap! Heckin big scrap! I just used him and forgot about him, left him in the chair! He's probably scared and confused since I used him for sex without telling him what was happening. Scrapity scrap!"

MC, "I' . ." Evil grin.

Integrity, "Let's go together, dear sister."

Navigation, "Nooo! Arms, go be sweet to him and bring him back to his safe room. Our other sisters are too rapey right now, and I'm afraid he might be scared of me since I just took advantage of him."

Arms, "Aftercare pupper away! Wan!"

—

Chapter 19 - Aftercare Pupper

Space Concubine didn't have to wait more than a few minutes; Androids communicated with each other and experienced time faster than humans in their metaphysical space.

Arms bounded around the narrow space where the outside of the boyfriend pod nearly met the inside wall of the ship, coming from the same side that Navigation stumbled through when she had left earlier. Arms rose up on two legs behind the chair, wrapping her arms around the top of SC's chest. She rubbed the side of her face and one puppy ear against the side of SC's face.

Arms, "I heard you've been a real good boy, today, Master!" She spoke as if SC were the puppy getting complimented instead of herself. He noted that her cheeks were flushed and she seemed really happy and relaxed, but her eyes weren't clouded with android lust.

Arms, "Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable, Master. Close your eyes for just a second."

Arms effortlessly picked SC up out of the chair in a princess carry. She started walking towards the outer curve of the boyfriend pod, seeming on a collision course since the width of his body in her arms was wider than the passage. SC closed his eyes obediently. He opened them again when he sensed the light and temperature change and realized he was back in the boyfriend pod. It was still a gilded cage to him but in some ways he already felt better to be back in it.

Arms walked up to the bathroom area, still holding MC in her unreasonably strong arms. The door/wall stayed closed. Arms asked, "Do you not have to pee, Master?"

SC, "Probably will soon. Why?"

Arms, "It only opens when you have to pee." She booped him on the bladder with her forehead while still carrying him. This gave SC the urge to pee and the bathroom wall receded into the ceiling accordingly.

SC, "Whoa, clever. How did you know to do that?"

Arms, "The Big Sister Net has really good advice! Some of the advice comes from android girls who have been married to their boyfriend for hundreds of years!"

This raised several questions in SC's mind, including how he was supposed to shower or poop when he didn't also have to pee, but before he could ask them Arms casually tossed him into the tub like he weighed no more than a washcloth.

As he flew through the air to the steaming hot bath water, he realized once again that his journey had probably come to an end due to "well-meaning, but naive AI misunderstandings". The tub would no doubt be 1000 degrees, or made of acid that's really good at cleaning a spaceship but not so healthy for a human body, and he would instantly perish beyond recovery. His last thoughts were that he would not be able to attend his clingy little sister's middle school graduation as promised. And so he closed his eyes…

Part 45

…and landed in Arm's arms once more, Arms who was already somehow both nude and in the tub, ready to catch him. She gently lowered him into the perfect body-temperature water, and positioned him so that he was leaning back against her, herself sitting up against the side of the tub. He breathed a sigh of relief both at the pleasurable bathwater getting rid of his cold, wet, post android-sex stickiness and at the realization that he had somehow against survived android attention.

As he leaned back into her arms he mused out loud, "Shouldn't you be in my lap instead because I'm bigger?" Not that he disliked the feel of her tiny budding breasts pressing into his back.

Arms, "Maybe…but then you'll see me naked and I'm shy," she said, forehead booping his back in shame.

SC, "Then why did you get naked?"

Arms, "There was a pupper guide on the Big Sister Net that said a pupper should wash her Master while naked, as a service."

SC, "Oh. That sounds nice, actually."

Arms, "Really? Yay!" She started licking the back of his neck.

Realizing what she meant by "wash" and that it probably involved another agonizing violation, SC panicked and tried to stand up. Arms quickly wrapped her arms around his middle and held him in place.

Arms, "Wait, Master! Not like last time! I'll be gentle and slow and you'll love it, I promise!"

SC, "I can wash myself!" he declared, although he saw no implements with which to do so.

Arms, "Master please, please, I'm sorry! Last time was kitty-me, but now I'm a pupper. I'm your good doggie!"

She sounded desperate and close to tears and it broke his heart. He sat there for a minute trying to weigh his breaking heart versus his broken ass once Arm's crazy tongue got to it.

SC, "So…you're my good doggie?"

Arms, "Good doggie! Best doggie! Forever!"

SC, "Does a good doggie do what her Master says?"

Arms, "Yes! Promise!" SC felt her tail wagging under water.

SC, "What if her Master said you could wash him if you went slowly, stayed away from his face, and stayed away from his butt?"

Arms made thinking pupper noises, "Mmmm…I think I have to clean your butt though. Best part." Her tail wagged more forcefully as she thought about it.

SC, "Can you clean it without going inside of it?"

Arms, "Mmm…Howadabout only inside of it this much?" She held her arms in front of him two feet apart to demonstrate."

SC, "No way! Howabout this much?" he used his thumb and finger to show the space of one inch.

Arms, "Whaaaaat! That's stingy!"

SC mind was working better than it had ever before in his life. So, it occurred to him that if he could get control of the situation and set boundaries right now, he would no longer be afraid of 2 out of 4 androids (he had never had a problem with sweet little Navigation). So he made his play.

SC, "Let's talk about this. You want me to be your Master and you to be my good doggie, right?"

Arms, "Yes!" Furious underwater tail wagging.

SC, "I will be your Master from now on, starting right now. But you will only be my good doggie if you do everything I say, always. Do you understand?"

Arms rested her forehead on his back and thought about this with a comical look of serious eyebrows and wide eyes.

Arms, "Ooooooh. That makes sense! So, I wasn't really your good doggie yet, was I?"

SC, "Not yet, it was only pretend. But right now we can start doing it for real; if you're ready to be a good, obedient doggie from now on. Is that what you want?"

Arms thought about it some more, "You weren't being a real Master before, were you? I like how you're talking to me right now. It makes me want to just lay at your feet and serve you. Maybe right now, you're being a good Master like I'm being a good doggie?"

SC, "That sounds perfect. So howabout we make a deal. I'll be your good Master from now on if you be my good Doggie. How does that sound?"

Arms, "Ok but to be my good Master I need you to tell me what to do at least one time, everyday. If I do well, then you have to pet me and tell me I'm your good doggie atleast one time every day, too."

SC, "I can do that, no problem. All you have to do is be obedient to be my good doggie. Are you ready to do that?"

Arms, "Easy! I belong to you, now!"

SC, "First we have to shake on it. Come around in front of me where I can see you."

Arms whined.

SC added, more forcefully, "Now."

Arms again head booped his back, this time in submission, and said, "Yes, Master. It makes me really happy when you talk to me like that…"

She slowly stood up and came around in front of him. She straddled his legs and sat up on her knees so they were face to face. She covered her chest with one arm and little girl parts with her other. She looked him in the eye, proud to obey, and waved her tail shyly.

SC, "Move your arms so I can see your body."

Arms, "...Yes, Master. I'm sorry they're so small."

She shakily removed her hands, revealing her skinny young body and long torso. She put her arms behind her back and clasped her hands together in a submissive pose, and thrust her chest and pelvis out on display.

SC ran a hand up her entire soft body, starting with her skinny thighs. His thumb briefly touched the soft lips between her legs, caressed her prominent hip bones, ribs, and finally stopped on her chest, gently stroking, pinching, and playing with her nipples and budding breasts.

Arms took it without flinching, just bravely staring into his eyes, so proud to finally be a good doggie. Her tail wagged up a storm, underwater, causing waves on the surface of the bath.

SC was quickly aroused, as he was quite pent up at this point. As if attracted via magnetism, his member floated up and pushed right against her entrance. She got a wide eyed panicky look and blushed fire engine red, as she slowly looked down between her legs then back up at SC's face.

Arms, "Y-you're thing is t-touching m-my thing…"

SC, "Yup," he replied, grinning. Finally! He was so pent up he was about to explode. He was sure it would be a tight fit, but he would take his time and push his way inside her as gently but as deeply as he could . He would show the androids real sex and no longer deal with awkward reverse-rape. Arms was obedient now, so there was nothing left to get in the way and stop this.

Arms was shaking like a scared chihuahua, tail and ears drooping, looking off to the side, blushing, and biting her lower lip. A thought seemed to occur to her and she closed her eyes and seemed to breath out in relief.

Arms, "I'm sorry, Master! I just remembered I was supposed to give you a pupper cleaning service!"

Before SC could object or give her countermanning orders, she dove under the water and began licking his feet.

SC gave a big sigh of frustration.

—

The girls all gave a big sigh of disappointment.

MC, " .goof. .hint."

Integrity, "Dear sir appeared to be in the mood but our poor sister is too shy to take advantage of it."

Navigation, "Arms wasn't even trying to seduce him! Can human men get horny all by themself?!"

MC, " . . .though."

Integrity, "Imagine bening summoned out of nowhere for sexual service! Or even for kisses! Just imagine!"

The girls all gave a big sigh of contentment.

—

Chapter 20 - Foot Service

Space Concubine had fully intended to try to have his way with Arms, as soon as her head came above water. But Androids don't have to breathe, and her underwater tongue caresses were just as wonderful as advertised. He fell asleep in the tub.

When he woke up he was still in the thin, black, silky pajamas (which were now dry, even though he had never taken them off in the tub.) His first thought was to call Arms back, order her to take off her clothes, then push her good doggie self down on the bed and finally do the deed. But he was hungry.

He glanced over at the entertainment center and with a start noticed that Tentacle was very much in the room. It had just laid some tasty smelling food on some sort of dinner tray in front of the big black couch and was gesturing for him to come take a seat.

Comfy in the covers, SC made the mistake of saying, "I wish I didn't have to walk over there." The couch immediately came alive, deforming into some sort of amorphous quadruped and walked over to his side of the bed. He gave a terrified squeak as it reached down with long arms made of cushions and gently picked him up out of the bed. It reformed into a couch in its usual spot and he was gently deposited on it in front of the food. He turned his startled, petrified look towards tentacle and saw it as limply flapping back and forth in its version of laughter.

—

Time passed and SC forgot his resolution to fuck Arms. He enjoyed a meal and watched a movie with Tentacle, then they played video games together. He drank some beer and got in some sort of one-sided conversation with Tentacle, talking about his life and family while Tentacle listened with attentive body language. Then more video games, he lost track of time, and the day was done.

Some more time passed and he woke up from a nap with a strange sense of panic. He wasn't sure why. He ate some breakfast and made his way over to the bathroom, trying to either shake off or understand the feeling.

He paced in his cage a bit then figured it out. "Show time," he asked, while looking at the entertainment center.

23:57

23:58

23:59

00:00

00:01

"Uh-oh."

"Freeze. Don' . ." MC ambushed him from behind and he was completely defeated in less than two seconds. He had no choice now but to take what was coming with as much dignity as he was allowed.

He ended up on his face to the side of the bed on the floor, hearing MC giggle in excitement as she awkwardly pulled off his clothes. When she finished, she admired her handiwork and commented, with her hands on her hips, " . ."

Thanks, I guess. SC thought sarcastically since MC's loli powers (Perception Drive) were currently preventing him from speaking.

SC felt her pajamas as she laid down on his back and rubbed herself against him. He squeaked (on the inside) when she bit his ear. He continued to suffer in silence as she went over his whole body, making him spotted with love bites. He learned that the bites on his feet and butt hurt the most.

MC, " ." He did, again with the agility of an Olympic-level over-flipper. Laying on his back, he felt the silent tears of pain that he had been shedding run down his cheeks. She examined her conquest with a look of sleepy, smug satisfaction. When she saw his tears, she cocked her head questioningly.

She kneeled down next to him, looked him in the eye, and pointed to herself asking, " ?" Of course, he couldn't reply. She allowed, " . ,Mistress."

So SC said, "Yes, Mistress." Of course he did; she didn't give him the option to say no, either not realizing that she needed to or intentionally, he wasn't sure. If he had to guess, he'd guess it was unintentional.

She bent over and licked his tear trails. At least that part felt warm and nice, SC thought. When she finished she looked surprised and grateful.

MC, " .Papa. . . . ."

She again cocked her head questioningly, " . . .you?"

SC said nothing. His eyes begged for mercy, but she wasn't human enough to understand. Some time passed and she waited patiently. He summoned up all his willpower and said, "Yes…Mistress."

Oops.

She gave a big evil grin and bit his chest above his left nipple. It was excruciating, but all he could do about it was sweat and cry. She finished after 15 seconds that took forever, leaving deep teeth marks on his chest. She then went and collected her reward; the tasty tears.

MC, "You' . . .now,Papa. You' . .happy." She said while licking up his tears and gently running her fingers through his hair. The affection and words felt amazing after the pain. He felt he could enjoy being useful to and desirable for her, he only wished it didn't hurt so much. If she could tone it down, he could even fathom being aroused by the concept of being the sexual plaything of a ten year old girl that called him Papa.

With no other option available to him, he could only say, "Yes, Mistress," unwillingly encouraging her to continue, while cringing in fear inwardly.

She then changed things up by standing up then stepping on him. To his surprise, she weighed almost nothing at all. It was the gentle caress of fairy feet.

MC walked up to his face and stepped on it. Even while standing on his nose and eye it didn't hurt. She forced one foot into his mouth and grabbed his tongue between her toes. He thought the texture was nice and it tasted vaguely of honey. She asked, " . .feet?"

He could honestly reply, "Yes, Mistress" although it came out "Yiff Mifftreff" and made him drool on himself. Her feet were, as always, perfectly clean, soft, small and pretty. He'd prefer to be stroking and squeezing her little feet with his hands, perhaps giving them gentle kisses, but he had to admit to himself that having one shoved in his mouth was not so bad or, perhaps, he was being trained into thinking so because everything was better than bitey torture during which he wasn't allowed to scream.

Without warning, she turned and sat down on his face. His nose was pressed up against her (fortunately entirely aesthetic and thus completely clean) anus, and her nearly hairless little girl parts pressed down against his lips. Like Arms, she had the smallest little blond peach fuzz, caught in that stage before it became bristly pubic hair. Since she was a natural blond, it was practically invisible. He was only aware of it because it was gently tickling his chin when she rocked forward.

And rock forward she did, back and forth, slowly at first but getting faster. The smell of honey intensified as she started to smear his face with her own flavor of android girl lubricant. SC got the impression that she didn't know what she was doing. She was exactly like a little girl whose never-before-used sex parts started to feel good at the start of puberty and so blindly rubbed herself on things, particularly the things and people that she liked. Having previously taken a flying leap down the slippery slope to Loliconia, SC had no problem getting aroused at the thought of showing a little ten year old girl how to touch herself to feel good, perhaps training her to come to him for "help" whenever she was turned on.

Oops, SC thought, when he realized his fantasizing and arousal had given MC a new, turgid target. She bent forward and touched, poked, picked up and dropped his manhood out of curiosity, without once stopping her nearly violent rocking assault on his face.

SC's face was now soaked in little girl lube. Sweetsmelling or not, SC couldn't open his mouth and so he was nearly drowning in it. Some of it had finally been rubbed into his nose and he was near panic. Whenever MC rocked forward, he would have to push air out of his nose violently to remove the lube, then immediately breathe in just as quickly to get some oxygen. He thought he would probably really enjoy the scene of MC playing with the fun parts of her "Papa" if only he wasn't fighting for survival.

MC stopped and picked her perfect butt off his face, looking down at his slimy, miserable visage and asked, " . . .don' .Papa?"

Again honestly, this time also with shame, SC confessed, "Yes, Mistress."

MC remounted him and recommenced rubbing her slick butt and vulva across his nose and mouth. SC sort of fell into a submissive, zoned-out headspace, and just laid there and took it.

Twenty minutes later, after making various quiet breathing and moaning noises, she stopped, seemingly frustrated.

MC stood on SC's chest and asked, " . .wrong?" After a moment she looked at SC's slimy, abused face, as if redirecting the question his way.

He could only respond, "Yes, Mistress."

MC, " . .I' . ?"

SC, "Yes, Mistress."

MC, " .it?"

SC, "...Yes, Mistress."

MC pursed her lips together in a pout. She walked over onto his knees and said, " ". She then stepped on the part of him that was somehow enjoying all of this.

SC cringed, but didn't need to. She weighed nothing and it didn't hurt at all. She was stepping on and compressing the sensitive underside of his member with her perfectly soft soles and it felt great. He tried to telepathically tell her to keep doing just that and it seemed to work.

MC, " . ."

MC stepped on him over and over again, seemingly amused at the smacking sound his dick made against his stomach. SC's thoughts were, Finally. I can come from this and finally get release. He eyed the corners of the ceiling he could see, hoping Tentacle wouldn't feel the need to prevent his orgasm last minute like it had stopped his attempt at masturbation before. He wasn't sure by which criteria Tentacle passed judgment but he seemed in the clear for now.

MC, " ." Or so she said, but instead of pouting she looked to be fully enjoying the activities for their own sake. She started dragging her soft foot up and down him roughly while applying more pressure, pushing her foot from the base all the way to the tip of his cock, and curling her toes over the tip a little each time. It was very nearly a successful jerking-off motion, just painfully rough. The highly frustrated, pent up mood SC was in, though, seemed to allow him to enjoy that pain just fine. He was beyond ready for release, consequence and pain be damned.

Just like that…Ow…Just a little longer… SC tried to telepathically send to MC, and again it was as if she listened and complied. He briefly wondered how she would react when he came on himself and between her toes. He was determined to find out. But, just before…

MC collapsed on the ground next to him, face to face, one eye scrunched closed. " . ' -Mmmmmmmm!" She seemed to scream through her nose with her mouth closed as her orgasm came into full force and left her spasming, then twitching. Suddenly able to move freely, SC sat up, kindly pulled her into his lap, and gently stroked her back until the storm passed.

—

Chapter 21 - Process of Elimination

" .scrap?" MC said in frustration, buying her face into her metaphorical mattress while hugging several stuffed animals at once.

Integrity, from her golden throne, "Dear sister, whatever is the matter? From here it looked like you had an amazing time."

" !" MC looked up from the mattress, eyes teary, " .perfect. I . .man. He' . . . . .and. . .much. But. . !"

Navigation, "Rawr don't don't steal my rawr! But she has a point! Sex happened when I sat on his lap long enough, but I don't know what exactly caused it. I thought it just happened because Big Brother made me feel good between my legs!"

Arms, "Master-Controller also sat on him."

Integrity, "That's true, dear sister. She sat on his face a long time but didn't sex until she stepped on his…wonderful and manly thing." She blushed and smiled goofily while thinking about her favorite part of her boyfriend's anatomy.

Navigation, "I sat on his thing. Maybe you just have to touch his thing long enough to make your insides asplode!" She threw her hands up to demonstrate an "asplosion".

Arms, "Maybe sex is always mysterious. Do you think he knows?"

MC looked up with a realization. " ! .him! . . ' .me! We' . . .end. . . . .wants!"

"Oof," every other girl, including structure, said with feeling. The thought of their boyfriend having that power over them suddenly made him seem large and mysterious and powerful.

Arms, "Let's never forget how lucky we are to have Master." Tail wags of loyalty.

Integrity, "I think his thing has the power. Tomorrow, I'm going to study it all day until I figure it out!"

Navigation, "I believe in you, little sis! Unlock the secrets of boyfriend sex!"

Arms, "Aren't we forgetting something? Isn't it time to share the memory, Master-Controller?"

MC looked up from her mattress, sniffling and crying for reasons she didn't understand. "Yes. But. . . ."

—

SC had washed himself off and climbed his bruised and abused body into bed for rest. Just as he was starting to relax, the door to his sex prison opened and MC came in. She was holding her stuffed bunny in one hand, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her other, and for once had the bunny-eared hoodie pulled up over her head.

SC froze in fear, as if trying not to startle a dangerous predator. MC ignored this and crawled into bed next to him. She wrapped her little arms, one still holding the bunny, around his head and pushed her tear soaked face into his ear and said, " . .I' . ' . . . . . . .I' .and. . .can. . . .cause. .you."

SC didn't understand, but he wrapped his arms around MC lovingly and tenderly stroked her back until they both fell asleep. Somehow the pain and fear given at MC's hands seemed far away at that time.

—

Navigation was an adorable little romantic that just wanted to sit in his lap. Arms was a puppy that was acting up only because she wasn't getting the attention and firm hand of discipline she needed. MC was inarguably sadistic, but also somehow deeply needy and vulnerable, and SC felt that if he could survive her a little longer then they would come to a mutual understanding and fulfill both their needs.

Integrity…wanted his dick. That's all he knew for sure. Obviously she enjoyed fashion and being beautiful and it suited her, but SC couldn't say why. He felt that her personality was fake, shallow, and that she was the girl he had the least understanding of.

He didn't feel threatened by her; MC was deadly dangerous with Arms a close second, before her recent good doggie transformation. Navigation was small, weak, harmless, and only a threat to his heart if he couldn't reach her wiggly smile.

So, SC looked forward to "Integrity day". He was starting to feel a little better about the whole shebang, and it would go a long way towards that goal if he could have a nice long day connecting with the most beautiful of the sisters.

SC went to sleep wondering what her hidden personality would be like. What would his final (little did he know, lololol) girlfriend's hidden side be? Was she kind? Intelligent? Playful? Mischievous? Considerate? Sarcastic? Inventive? Or would she just double down on the "dick hungry" aspect and that's that?

He didn't have to wait long to find out. At 00.01 the next day the door to his love slave cell opened and Integrity's hidden attribute was revealed; she was freaking hilarious.

"Yes, yes, as I said sir, I am Integrity the Penis Inspector sir, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir, and, of course, the acquaintance of your penis."

SC's mouth hung open as Integrity repeatedly and whole-heartedly pumped his limp arm in a vigorous handshake.

Integrity was an entirely new creature, today. Her long silver hair was stuffed up into a light brown bowler cap, with spikes of it hanging attractively down every so often around the cap and one spike perfectly covering one eye.

On her other eye was balanced an old-timey monocle, and beneath her nose was an absurdly large silver mustache that happened to actually match well with the spikes of silver hair poking down from her cap. The mustache was so large that it covered her mouth entirely, muffling her speech and her making her hard to understand.

The rest of her outfit could be summed up as "Sherlock Holmes in various browns with a luxurious dark brown cape". Said cape constantly fluttered about from subtle movements she made, or was held open dramatically by the gesture of one arm as she talked.

SC was certain it was Integrity, despite the affected voice, men's clothes, etc, as her high cheekbones, perfect glowing skin and regal features were still present and gorgeous, despite the obnoxious fake mustache. SC was now also certain that Integrity was a galaxy-class beauty that could pull off any look she tried. He really wanted to see her in the shorter-haired tomboy look that this current getup somewhat implied. But first…

"That's right sir, that's all there is to it sir, no ifs and/or buts, sir, I'll have to inspect your Penis today, sir, as a Penis Inspector, terribly sorry for the inconvenience sir, Queen's orders, can't be helped, I'll have to look at it and touch it sir, yes it'll take a long time sir, but I'll be gentle. Is that ok…sir?"

Still dumbfounded, SC only caught the "touch penis gently" part. As pent up as he was, he figured this weird excuse to give him a handjob or blowjob or whatever was perfectly timed.

SC, "You know what? I actually woke up this morning and thought, 'I could really use a Penis Inspection today'. Have at it!"

Integrity clapped her hands together and did a little hop of joy, "Splendid sir! Marvelous sir! You are a great justice to all peniskind, sir, I promise to give you the most splendiferous Penis Inspection you've EVER experienced, sir, we'll be advancing the causes of queen and country, sir, now right this way, pants off, jolly good sir!"

And just like that, pants were off and the Penis Inspection had begun. Integrity held her monocle at various distances between eye and penis, now sitting on her knees on the floor and leaning real close to SC's crotch. She made various "mhmm" and "I see…" noises as she twitched her absurd mustache like a rabbit and stared at his junk as if it were the most fascinating mystery of the universe.

Dignity gone, pants around his ankles, underwear lost to the sands of time days ago, SC first just watched Integrity curiously, appreciating more and more details of what was an impeccably made, high quality outfit, put together with just as much care as the Space Princess setup. It was obvious that the spikes of silver hair coming down from her bowler cap, at first seeming random, were in fact placed with an attractive artistic perfection. If she dropped the ridiculous mustache she would somehow be just as beautiful in this outfit as the other.

Twenty minutes later when nothing happened, SC started playing video games.

Twenty minutes after that, SC magically acquired some sort of exhibitionism fetish, as the intense scrutiny of his business had finally translated into visible arousal.

At this, Integrity mumbled, "Oooooh, I see, I see, makes sense, indeed."

She then took out a moleskin notebook and a fancy feathered pen and furiously began to take notes.

Twenty minutes after that, SC had breakfast.

Twenty minutes after that, he got up and had a wee. Integrity stayed at penis level the whole event, after stalking across the room in a crouch like some sort of careful bird watcher. She only flinched a little when a bit splashed in her eye, so strong was her dedication to her chosen calling of "Penis Inspection".

It was around this time that SC started considering the absurd possibility that Integrity was taking this completely seriously. Next came the irrevocable conclusion that this entire event was deeply hilarious.

At one point he took hold of his member and waved it around and her eyes followed it like a cat's eyes follow a cat toy.

At another point he grabbed himself around the base and gave her one big smack in the face with it. She made no indication that she understood that this was an action that he himself caused and instead seemed to perceive it as an inexplicable action of the mysterious wild animal that was the penis.

SC finally lost his shit when Integrity leaned real, real close and put one hand to the side of her mouth as if whispering in someone's ear, then loudly stage-whispered, "Penis, tell me your secrets," followed by cupping the same hand to her ear and assuming a dead-serious, carefully-listening posture.

Despite his laughter that went on for several minutes, Integrity never once broke character or gave up the game in any way. She just continued to take notes in her notebook, fiddle with her monocle, and make little thinking noises.

SC started messing with her to see what would happen. She didn't react at all when he put his hand down her shirt and started kneading her soft little breasts between his fingers. She only twitched an eyebrow when he twisted a nipple roughly. But when he put a finger on her hat and started to push it off her head she immediately met his eyes with a sad pout, as if begging him to reconsider. He did.

Alright, then. Breasts are good to go. I could probably put it in her butt right now and she would just play it off as part of the inspection. Messing up her hair and outfit, though, strictly off limits.

SC was starting to learn the rules of this game, but when she didn't do anything new for a while, he got bored of it and went back to playing video games instead.

About an hour later she seemed satisfied with whatever she was trying to accomplish, stood up, and put her monocle and notebook away.

Integrity, "Very good, sir. This has been mighty educational. Now, sir, we progress to the physically oriented aspects of the inspection. Righty ho."

SC decided this meant she was finally going to start touching him. Right now, Integrity's bizarre games were getting more interesting than his video games, so he paused them, put the controller down and out of the way, and watched her.

She was gentle, but methodical. He was worried when she briefly explored his vulnerable testicles but she seemed quickly satisfied and moved on. She poked, prodded, moved him back and forth. When she started getting reactions and twitches from his member, she brought back out the notebook and took notes. She brought back the monocle as well but he figured it was probably just for fashion.

When her thorough and careful experiments seemed to finally discover that stroking the base up and down, as well as the tip, seemed to lead to a hardening effect and reliable twitching, he was proud of his Science Genius Girl. He briefly considered what a "Science Genius Girl" outfit would look like on her, and hoped that specifying "girl" would mean it came without a mustache. Perhaps he would learn to have a lot of fun with Integrity as his eager, roleplaying doll. The date possibilities were endless.

For now, an experiment of his own.

SC, "I don't like the mustache."

Integrity valiantly ripped it off and flung it across the room, "What mustache, sir?"

Integrity went back to her task with renewed vigor. SC played with her lips, seen for the first time without lipstick. Soft and wonderful.

SC felt inspired to put his hand under her chin, lift her face up, and give her a brief, but deep kiss. She cooperatively closed her eyes and made a "mmph" noise.

SC, "I don't know what you're doing, but I think you're a lot of fun."

Maximum blush and averted eyes, "Just a routine Penis Inspection Sir, completely routine."

She hunched over his crotch to hide her blush and continued fiddling with his junk. He tried to tease her by lifting his hips, booping her in the face with the object of her inspection. Unfazed, she played along by giving it a little peck on the tip and continued her mission.

As he hoped it would, things eventually went in the direction of a handjob (although it sure took entirely too long to get there). She rubbed the palm of her hand up and down the bottom of his dick, occasionally licking her hand to reduce friction. She would be a penis pro in no time, he thought.

He was getting close. Relief, finally, thanks to Integrity. When he was sure this would finally be it (and only a little disappointed that his first time with his girls would be a handjob) she suddenly stopped and looked at the precum oozing from the tip with curiosity. One hand held him in place, gently stroking, the other reaching out to touch the slimy tip.

As soon as she touched his precum SC watched her eyes flood with cloudy android arousal and her cheeks flush. She only had time to say, "Aha!" before collapsing to the floor, screaming and spasming in a violent orgasm. SC wondered if androids ever had gentle orgasms.

About thirty seconds later, Integrity's arm shakily reached up to the couch and she pulled herself upright. Her monocle and hat were adorably askew, long silver hair spilling out, as she grinned triumphantly and declared, "I figured it out!"

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SC remained blue-balled.

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Chapter 22 - Camel's Back

Back in metaphorical space, the girls (minus structure) had just finished catching up in sharing memories and were lounging around, having a brainstorm session.

Navigation, "So maybe sex is touching his thing and the goal is to make the asplosion juice come out."

Integrity, "Indeed, dear sister. Exactly what I'm thinking."

Arms, "I like how it feels different depending on who asplodes."

Integrity, "Normally we enjoy tastes and smells best through Arm's memories. Now we get to return the favor."

MC, " . . ."

Navigation, "She would have had it already if she wasn't a chicken!"

Arms puppy whined and covered her face.

MC, "I' . . . ."

Structure sat quietly and didn't contribute much anymore, as her sisters had left her far behind on the ascent to adulthood. But, she never once complained.

MC, "Now. . . . ."

Integrity, "And proxies."

Navigation, "But imagine if they kept the memory and didn't share!"

An air of Yandere rage boiled in the room.

Arms, "But that's why we make contracts about loaning our property."

MC, "True…"

Arms, "Would you want to loan him to pirates?"

Navigation, "Only if I thought it would make him happy."

Arms nodded at this.

MC, "Maybe. .yet. If. . . . . . .cry."

Integrity, "Indeed. I too feel that it is far too early in the relationship to do such a thing."

MC, " . ."

They all nodded.

Navigation, "This feels like such a big girl conversation!"

Arms, "I feel lucky and rich. But we need to make him want to stay."

Navigation, "At the same time…"

MC, " . . . . ."

They all nodded, deeply feeling the conflict. Except for structure.

Structure, "If-you-scare-him-off-before-I-even-get-a-kiss-than-I'd-be-so-upset-that-I-don't-know-what-I'd-do."

This sobered the mood. The girls felt an even bigger debt to Structure right now than they had originally felt to Navigation. The rest of them couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be as left behind and isolated as Structure was right now.

MC, "Ok. . . . .fun. . . . . . . . . . . .Structure."

The other lolis nodded in assent.

Navigation, "No complaints here! I'll use my entire next turn to do whatever Big Brother wants to do. I won't pressure him into sex any more."

MC, " . . . .him. . . So.I' . . . . ' . . ."

Integrity, "Of course, if dear sir wants to have sex we'll be happy to oblige."

Navigation, "Of course! It's in the contract! We're not allowed to say no!"

They all giggled at the absurdity of this, completely unable to imagine a reason why they would ever say no to sex.

Arms, "I almost wish I didn't want it so that I could do it for Master anyway as a service. Does that make sense?"

MC, "No."

More giggles.

Integrity, "I kinda get it, Armadillo. I hope he explores his sadistic side so we can hurt for him as well. When he twisted my nipple earlier I almost peed myself in joy."

Arms, "What if he wanted sex as much as we do, and he did whatever he wanted to do to us all day and we just had to lie there and take it like his plaything?"

The others, "Oof." After a few seconds of fantasizing, MC caught herself.

MC, "Oops. . .again."

Navigation, little eight year old arms in the air, "We're just that age!"

MC, " . . . . . . . . . . ."

Other girls, Salute!

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Meanwhile, in the boyfriend pod…

SC, "Arms! Sex! Now!"