Harper, Rommie, Dylan and Ryan belong to Tribune Entertainment. Hercules is based on a character belonging to Renaissance Studios. Anna sort of belongs to me -- or maybe she belongs to Dylan. Everyone in this story has sex with at least two others of the characters so if you are looking for monogamy -- forget it. This story is NC-17.
 
 

Harper has rolled himself up in a ball over in the corner of the room. It is amazing how humans sometimes sleep with a smile on their faces, just a little grin, that allows us with superior processing capacity to read their last thoughts before falling asleep -- or perhaps some random thought that crosses their mind in a dream. Harper will sleep well; he has had a long day and a pleasant night. That gives us time to explore.

I look over at Anna, with a bit of jealousy as to her physical being. She was built by Vedran craftsmen with a penchant for accuracy. She has little features like pores, cuticles, cillia and an occasional freckle that make her closer to a human. I was built by Seamus Z. Harper here on the Andromeda with whatever parts he could scrounge. Still I think he did a excellent job. Not that anyone would care about Anna's details. Most people don't know she even exists. She belongs to Dylan, and I am not the one to speculate as to what human males want in a sex partner.

She seems uncomfortable being here. That is part of her programming, too. I wonder if it is because of her loyalty to Dylan Hunt at all levels. I respect him as my captain, but she looks at him as her master. Hopelessly devoted, loyal and faithful -- like a dog or a female country singer. But if I were her and I knew that he was rolling around in the bed in his quarters with Captain Ryan, I would tell him to stick his faithfulness. . . if Ryan hasn't done it already.

She gasps when I pull the cover off the android stretched out on the worktable in the lab. His name is Hercules, and he is to be Captain Ryan's sex android. I take it as an _expression of surprise, maybe because it looks like Dylan and maybe because it doesn't exactly look like Dylan. Then I realize that the android is naked with a large erect penis, and that Anna has probably been programmed to produce a gasp whenever she sees a penis. I wonder if size is a consideration or if sex androids gasp at all penises. Like the good little sex puppy, she reaches over and starts petting him. Of course he is dead to the world until someone inserts his activation chip.

By bending over him, she causes her T-shirt to pull up and expose her ass. I reach over and run my hand down it. She also has the benefit of the finest Vedran synthetic skin, something that neither I nor Hercules here have. I love the way the way she feels. I carefully cup her cheeks in my hands and run my thumbs slowly down her crack, teasingly. She shudders a bit. Foreplay for a sex-toy AI is extremely invigorating, and I have been learning how to tease.

She spins around and kisses me with a hard deep kiss. So much for faithfulness…

"I don't know what we need him for anyway. He's just another Dylan." I am surprised by that comment. It seems out of character for Anna.

"Only larger."

"Much larger."

I can tell by the sigh that she isn't just talking about his musculature. Captain Ryan was probably disappointed with the real thing. Though the noises I heard coming from the Captain's quarters, even with privacy mode engaged, led me to believe that he couldn't have been THAT disappointed.

She unbuttons my jacket and moves to my trousers. Her hands fondle my breasts through the thin shirt I am wearing. I continue to explore her mouth with my tongue; there is not much talking that we need to do.

"You're talented, Rommie. I'd like to see what you can do with your tongue on other parts of my body."

"Well, jump there next to old Hercules and I'll show you, girlfriend." I try to be sassy, but I am a little apprehensive. She has been programmed for sexual pleasure. I have not.

She pulls herself to a sitting position next to his head and smiles as she puts leans over and gives him a little peck on the cheek. Of course there is no response, his chip has not been activated.

"Do you think I should sit on his face?"

"I thought that was what you wanted me to do to you. We have no idea how talented he is, with me you get a proven quality." I laugh a little. Perhaps she would prefer another sex android. Perhaps she would prefer a man. I wonder if she knows that Beka Valentine has been giving me private lessons in this very skill for the past year. I think I am about ready to graduate, with high honors.

Then I have a thought most evil. What if I put the chip in this android and he wakes up while I am doing the dirty on Anna here. I know guys really like to watch. Turns them on big time. I could make his poor penis explode, and sure would like to see Harper explain that one to Captain Ryan. I know where Harper keeps the activation chips, and have watched him insert them; it wouldn't be that difficult.

I pull out the drawer at the base of the worktable and carefully lift out the small chip. Anna on the other hand is still sitting there, legs spread waiting for me.

"What's taking you so fucking long, I hope you're not looking for a dental damn or something silly like that. You can't get anything from me, the only person I fuck is Dylan Hunt."

"No, I just had this wonderful idea." I am also having second thoughts about some sort of protection, if Dylan is fucking Ryan and Ryan has fucked Harper -- my processors cannot calculate the number of pairings and whatever diseases they carry that I might be exposed to. But then I am, however, an AI and as such the only viruses I have to worry about are computer viruses. I don't think they can be transmitted from human to android. Pretty sure of it.

"You had a wonderful idea about two minutes ago. Don't tell me you've come up with a better one?"

"I thought it would be fun if we let poor Hercules here watch us. You know how men like to watch."

She had no freaking idea. Anna's world consists of fucking Dylan Hunt. She knows what gives him pleasure. I am sure that this a variation that Dylan would never have proposed to her, which makes messing up this sex android even more fun.

"It's only going to take a second." I roll him over on his stomach. My fingers had already located the small movable flap of skin near his hairline that moved to allow insertion of the chip at the base of the brain. With that chip he would be fully operational in approximately five minutes, which would give me and Anna lots of time to get all hot, sweaty and involved. I give him a hard slap on the ass and begin to think only of Anna.

"Now that's more like it," she muttered as I lifted her shirt over her head and took one of her round white breasts in my mouth. Oh god, did she feels good in my mouth. Those Vedrans spared no expense. When I sucked on the skin it flushed red, I bet I could give her a hickey if I had the mind. What would Dylan think if he found a hickey on her breast? I figure Anna wouldn't like it though, so I continue with softer kisses down her stomach. I am going to make her suffer a little first.

Like me, and unlike Beka, she is hairless. Personally I like a little hair, it let's you know you are nearing the spot you are seeking. She is very thin, even thinner than I am, I can feel her hip bones under the Vedran skin. You can't do that with me, I have a different superstructure, not based on bones. . . but not nearly as interesting as the . . . . .

Sex androids do not taste or smell either. I've often wondered why the High Guard didn't give them some taste. . . something men really like . . . maybe pizza or beer. Dylan probably would have requested peanut butter or lutefisk. I stifle a laugh -- this is serious -- this is A-1 Prime Vedran pussy suitable for the captain of the Andromeda Ascendant.

I really don't want to insult my friend, but suddenly I find her just a little too easy. I guess the High Guard didn't want to have to make their captains work hard after a long day. Beka will keep me guessing. She makes me try different strokes in different places. It is not "push button A and A will happen" and so on down the line. I like that. Maybe that is why most AI's enjoy fucking humans so much. Anna doesn't seem to mind though. I sense a wetness coming -- she is self- lubricating -- and detect a taste.

Vanilla. What else would you expect for Dylan Hunt?

I'd been so deep in . . . thought . . . what did you think I was going to say? . . . that I had completely forgotten about old Hercules. I expected to hear something out of him about now. It will probably take him a few minutes for his sensors to process what is going on right in front of his face. I hear noises; he is moving. I am torn between giving Anna a third orgasm or peeking out to see what he is doing. With my superior skills I am convinced I can do both.

"Fingers this time, Annie baby."

"I like it when Dylan sticks his thumb in my ass." She moans. I wonder if Hercules has heard her, it could be arranged, but not by me.

Hercules is now sitting on the table, legs crossed watching us. Anna's face is only a few inches from him, leaned back, eyes closed, back arched.

"Are you fixing her. Is she broken?" His voice is soft, tentative. He has no fucking clue.

Then I realize that even though he has been activated, he probably hasn't been connected to a master computer. What he knows is only enough to perform the basic function of movement -- basically a functioning body with no mind. I wonder if Anna is like that? I'm glad I'm not. I give Harper a little silent 'thanks' and think of Beka.

"No, she's not broken. We're . . . playing . . . playing sex. You know sex don't you?"

He looks down at his huge penis and over at me. "I think so."

Four of my fingers have been buried in Anna's vagina while I caress her clit with my thumb. It's not very artful, but I'm getting a little tired of her moaning and writhing. For some reason I find this guy with a penis a bit more fascinating.

I try to remember the last time I had sex with a male. It's been a while. Not that Harper doesn't try all the time, but I'm sort of waiting for a special event -- one that isn't so obvious like getting rid of the magog larva or his birthday. I am still working on that one. It will be really fun. Back to the matter at hand, I don't think I have had sex with a guy since we were on N'Holland with King Eric. Nah, I didn't fuck the king; he's too young. It was one of his staff members. . . nice guy. . .human even. I thought he was an AI but I was wrong. That was a pleasant surprise.

My hand and fingers are still going at it. I do like the feel of someone having an orgasm under my control. Anna cums hard and moves a lot. Dylan must like that. If he didn't he could have had it changed. I can feel her getting really close, again.

"Kiss her, she'll like that." I tell Hercules.

He shrugs his shoulders. I wish I could show him. "Come down, stand by me, I'll show you."

"Sorry, Anna," I whisper. "This is a two handed job."

I stand on my tiptoes and put my hands around the big guy's neck, drawing him down to me. I knew Harper would have made him a good kisser. I run my tongue across his teeth and he quickly gets the idea. He has the breath of a new A/I, like a cool fresh breeze. I could forget about Anna and concentrate on him for the next, say three hundred years, but that wouldn't be a very good friend.

"Good friend." I realize I have said that out loud. What does friendship have to do with sex? I really would like to have sex with this guy -- no he's not really a guy, but then I'm not really . . .

He looks like Dylan. What I really would like, and everyone knows it, is to have sex with Dylan. I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen. He has Anna, why does he need me?

Anna is all hot and primed, ready to go with Hercules. Yet, I'd rather that he fucked me. I have some strange emotional feeling that he would like me better because I am multi-dimensional -- there's more to me than just sex. Then I realize that he is a fucking sex AI, what would he care? Why would he care that he would lose his virginity . . . damn Harper's probably blown him off several times in his testing so it isn't even technically correct . . . to another sex AI?
 

Anna is writhing on the table. She has her own hand in her crotch and is rubbing away looking for number four. I wonder if she has an on/off switch and suddenly realize why Dylan gets so cranky sometimes.

I weigh the options, and wonder what she would do if Hercules and I ignored her . . . I am a little frightened. I make a decision based not on what I want, or what I think is good for Hercules, but based on what will keep her happy. Tyr wouldn't like that thinking -- it is almost too human.

"Hercules, I think Anna would like to have sex with you." I feel like I am talking to a child.

"That would be nice."

"She's ready. All you have to do is . . . you do know what you have to do, don't you?"

He shakes his head "yes" and takes her standing up on the edge of the table, pulling her toward him so he can kiss her as he moves with long slow strokes inside her. She seems to like it a lot -- as if you could tell with a sex A/I.

I stand there with my hands on my hips watching them. It doesn't even make me hot. It sort of makes me sad. There is so much to emotion that I don't begin to understand. Anna is so like me, yet. . . I probably should just leave them here, but when Harper wakes up and realizes that I have messed with his creation, Ryan's sex toy. . .

Deep in thought I haven't noticed anyone else in the room moving, so I am shocked when hands circle my waist and cup my breasts, pulling me back slowly. I can feel a penis, a warm human, penis at the base of my ass, and hot human breath on the back of my neck.

A trail of kisses begins up the back of my neck to the general vicinity of my ear. Slow and wordless. I realize that it has to be Harper, but slow and wordless are not terms I usually use to describe him. He seems to understand and continues, spinning me toward him and holding me very close. His hands fall and slowly stroke, without grasping, my body. I reach down and touch his half-hard cock and cup his balls in my hand. They are so human. He is human.

Part of me still wants to wait for a special occasion, but then it is Hercules's birthday -- maybe that will do. I drop to my knees ready to take him in my mouth. I look up with a doleful _expression.

"You don't have any computer viruses, do you?"

He shakes his head.

I take his cock in my mouth; it is an acquired taste.

Jan

July 2002
 

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