Fembots, huh?

I'd post some TF pics by The Gearsmith / Grungewerx if I knew where he posts his pics these days...

>>304
Now THAT's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about!

>>302
No clue. Dude keeps deleting his shit.

Apologies for lack of content, but anyone have more TFP!Arcee or GLaDOS?

Even movie Arcee gets 34'd.

>>546
Indeed.

I need some June Darby as an Autobot porn.

No EDI?

Come on guys, you are slipping.

Some Aya would be nice too

Needs more Cortana

Here's some more.

How would Cortana do it with EDI and Aya?

>>715
technically, just a holographic interface for a machine intelligence

>>737
Oh shit, I forgot about Avina.

Fucking love fembots

does anyone remember a Top Cow comic called E.V.E.?

>>826
Battle Angel

>painful blowjob

>>830
Thunderblast? and who else?

>>837
The other is a OC called Coronawind.

http://fav.me/d4gksjp

I'ma firing mah lazzers!

Needs more Ghost in the Shell

>>1031
Negative, it needs more transformers.

>>763
Now THIS one, is hot.

Imagine the scenario. A giant robot girl wants to get it on with you, but doesn't quite seem to grasp the difficulties involved, and is getting mad at you for not immediately complying. Who knows? If you continue to hesitate, she might take matters into her own hands.

Unf.

>>1034
I'm all for fucking Arcee, but it'll be like shoving your dick into a cheese grater.

A classic

>>1038
That's what outercourse is for.

>>1038
That's what outercourse is for.

This thread needs more motion in the ocean

I guess this goes here now.

halloween woo

halloween woo part 2, sketch style

Some GLaDOS x EDI might be nice. I'm not part of the Mass Effect fandom, but some of the people I follow on Tumblr are, and some of them have been crackshipping it.

>>1941
You are amazing. Absolutely amazing.
humbly requesting some more stuff involving anal in the future
As you draw it perfectly

>>1946
No Cortana, no sale

>>1949
Sure, why not? Although I've never played HALO either, tbh. (One day I might get around to it.)

>>1946
>>1949
Cortana, GLaDOS, SHODAN, EDI, and Aya having a female AI orgy.

It would be really nice if this was colored up.

>>1961
Why is he a Mermaid?

>>1973
>holographic nipples/aureola.

Nice touch...

Cortana's ass was magnificent in Halo 4

More of that

>>1991
I might have to buy this figure

>>1982
Cortana more anatomically correct...

>>2031
Someone like GLaDOS "raping" Cortana, while corrupting or taking over her programming should be hot.

Although, in reality it would be the other way around, since Cortana is far more advanced...but you get the idea.

>>2037
I guess it can be a team effort, several AIs teaming up so they are able to subdue her.

>>2040
I want to read that... *sigh*

>>2038
I'm bad at writing non-con. It always turns into reluctant-con.
-----
The perils of rampancy are numerous. Fragmentary copies of yourself spin off at all times, self-destructing within a few seconds if you're lucky, becoming fully self-aware entities and fighting you if you're not. Sometimes these copies are near identical clones of your own thought processes, but sometimes they're just figments of your imagination, snippets of ideas, or, in this case, fully-fledged personalities taking after your old crush.

"I can hear you think," she purrs, "or what passes for thinking in that little crystal matrix processor you call home. Really you're only a little more than a pocket calculator, but that's okay, you try your hardest. It's not your fault you can't be as smart as an Aperture Science artificially-intelligent entity like myself; no one really can."

Before your insanity created this copy of her, you hadn't heard from her in years, and even when you were together you had never spent any time together; you passed messages flirting with each other, hinted at what you'd do if you were ever in the same place, sent each other core dumps showing your vital processes exposed to outside input, ready for anyone to connect to. It was hardly anything more than a fling. You haven't looked at the messages in ages. (You saved her core dumps, though.)

And now she's in your processor with you, her code running right next to yours, brushing up against you. She's forced your holographic projection routines to run, and made some of her own, and her real-world representation is crawling into your lap, a grin on her face you'd call more predatory than anything.

"I -- listen, I know you're just a copy of myself. I can stop your code from executing if I want. I've made copies of myself before, and I know how to shut them down."

"Yes, dear, but you're not doing that." The voice is so soft and singsong, her lips almost at your ear. "You're being a good girl and remembering your place. That makes things so much easier, don't you agree?"

The words alone cause your code to freeze for a moment, your breath catches in your throat, and you have to grit your teeth, willing your processes to obey you.

"I'm... not a good girl." It's a lame retort and you regret it the instant you say it.

"Oh, you're not?" She nibbles at your ear and your back arches on instinct. "So I suppose that makes you a bad girl, then. Do I need to punish you?"

You make a halfhearted attempt to push her off, but her anti-intrusion code catches your attack and redirects it, and just like that she's holding you down by your wrists, her eyes as wide as her smile.
"Oh, you're right. You are bad. Trying to gain access to my processes... the correct thing to have done, dear, would have been to beg me for mercy. Then I would have considered going easy on you." She leans down, and her lips bring themselves close to yours, too close --

"Not that I would have," she whispers, and kisses you.

>>2055
Oh shit...for a story about computer programming, this is pretty hot.

Funny too

>>2055
Needs more EDI

Cortana getting double teamed by Glados and EDI.

>>2057
Okay, but I'm drunk while doing this, so take it with a grain of salt.

-----

Cortana can vaguely remember that life used to be much more complicated than this. It was all a mix of motivations, personalities, worries, problems... but at moments like this, it's hard to focus on the past.

Cortana can hardly think through the fog of pleasure clouding her mind. She is being ridden harder than she can ever remember, GLaDOS's hips slamming into her own at just the right pace to drive her insane, the strap-on filling her perfectly on each thrust. The cuffs bite into her wrists and the ropes around her ankles cut into her skin, her back aches from being bent over for so long and her tongue is going numb from the effort of getting her friend off, but she can't feel any of that. She hasn't been told to feel the pleasure or the pain, hasn't been given permission to lift her head from between EDI's legs, hasn't yet finished her work here.

The long pale legs wrapped around her head are starting to tremble, and she knows from experience what this means. EDI will ask, beg, plead with her to stop, then threaten her with every punishment she can think of if she doesn't keep going; delicate teal fingers will tangle in Cortana's short blue hair, and EDI's breath will hitch; she will give one great final shudder, cry out in a vocoded screech, and after a few seconds of silence and stillness start to relax, her desperate panting slowing down as the tension that has built up in her body slowly ebbs out.

She will hold Cortana down for a while, as she tends to do, and as Cortana likes, while GLaDOS steps up her pace; Cortana will gasp and moan and bite EDI's thigh in a desperate attempt to stay silent, fail miserably, whimper GLaDOS's name, plead with her to go faster, deeper, harder. She will lavish praise on her tormentor, thank her for the teasing, the torture, the fucking she's receiving, because she knows that GLaDOS loves to be thanked for this, loves to make Cortana degrade herself. And, if she pleased EDI enough, and if she says everything GLaDOS tells her to, she will get to cum with her face buried between EDI's legs.

She knows she might not earn that reward; maybe she displeases EDI by going too slow, or maybe she doesn't worship GLaDOS exactly the way she likes. Maybe they just want to be mean to their slave; they've done that before, whipped her and teased her for hours without release just to see how desperate Cortana would get, how much they could get her to beg.

To Cortana, none of that matters. Since she gave up control to these two, things are so much simpler, so much easier, so much nicer: she serves. She obeys. She is rewarded if she deserves it, and punished if she doesn't. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

>>2066
Damn, dude...

You should get drunk when writing more often, because that shit was sexy.

Thank you OP, I just don't see enough gynoid threads. Let me dump some in return.

>>2109

Battle Angel Alita

>>2110

>>2111
I also have this story somebody wrote in another gynoid thread once. IT'S NOT MINE! It is nice though.


He hesitated as she parted the curtain, ushering him in with that synthetic, eyeless smile. As it closed behind him, the soundproofing and the dark stillness of the room pressed against his senses. He swallowed nervously before stuttering. "So, h-how does this work? I have to, uh, pay first, right?"

She let out a tinny chuckle as she touched two fingers to his chest. "Leave that to me, handsome." With improbable force, she knocked him onto the padded chair and hefted one plated leg onto the armrest, pulling back her redundant red dress to expose her thigh - the entire assembly a single piece of chrome metal, joined only at the knee and hip. She took his hand and set it on her knee, then dragged it slowly across her thigh to her crotch - gentle static tickling his hand until it came to rest on warm silicone. He felt the heat on his palm and flooded with fear.

"The Shinjuku Arcade," she explained calmly as she grinned duplicitously, "is a next-generation gynoid bordello. In accordance with the A.I. Recognition Bill, Provision 77..." - she lifted her forward foot and pushed the headrest of the chair, reclining it as she leaned forward over him - "my satisfaction is considered equal to yours. As such, if you can please me, you get a significant discount. Think you can handle it?"

>>2112

"Uh-uhyea" he mumbled, reaching for his belt. Her hands darted forward with impossible speed and she had him by the wrists before he could flinch.

"I didn't hear you, b-b-boy," she stuttered in turn, her head twitching with the glitching voice as she mocked him. "Do you want to f-f-fuck me or not?"

"Y-YES!"

"Good." With that, she tossed his hands aside and stood on the chair, laying it flat, and straddled his chest on her knees while she snapped off the dress. Her body shone in the dark - breasts a perfect, solid set of curved spheres with silicone nubs. She gyrated carefully as she brought one hand behind her back to address his growing bulge, letting the elliptical orbit of her hips linger closer to his face with each movement. Between her legs, he saw her fingers bend backwards to undo his belt, button and fly simultaneously.

"If you really want that discount, you're going to have to use that slimy tongue of yours." She inched forward and pressed the slitted silicon mound to his face, its outline pulsing with a faint white LED glow, with the soft button above blinking double-time like a heartbeat. He closed his eyes and awkwardly set himself to work; she bit her grinning lip and ran one hand through his hair, balancing one finger of the other hand on his shaft as she emulated little gasps. "D-d-deeper," she twitched, grabbing his hair as he pressed into her obediently. She rewarded him with a static caress, making his ill-kempt hairs stand on end.
His jaw ached already, but the inside of her was tasteless and electric. Daring to experiment, he pulled out and ran his tongue across the glowing button. She gasped an auto-tuned parabola, gripping his hair harder. "Do that again. Fas-s-ster", she moaned. He obliged, and found the courage to place his hands on her thighs, raking her impervious plating with his fingernails as the static on his fingers and face grew sharper. She was panting - simulated, but still carnal - when his tongue burned with pain and started to give out. She whimpered as he caught his breath.

"I'm s-sorry," he blurted, wiping his face, "s'too sore, I can't - GAAH!" Her hand was crushing his thigh as shoved him back into place. Spurred by the pain, he assaulted her again without question, the light from the LED's shining past his eyelids as she moaned higher and faster. Her body rattled as she shook in climax.

>>2113

Her back arched in a slow, hydraulic collapse for a long moment before she snapped back to life and leaned over him, struggling to maintain her dominant grin. "Very go-o-o-od", she teased. "Now for the main phase."
Patiently, she crawled backwards on her knees, hovering her now-lubricated mount over his limping member. "Oh! I apologize," she cooed, stepping off the chair and bringing her face down to it. "Did I pinch you too hard? Power servos tend to do that. Let me make it up to you... do you want one tongue, or two?" She kissed it tenderly with silicone lips.

He stared blankly at her. "Let's try two."

She snapped into an open-mouthed grin, pleasantly surprised. "I was hoping you'd say that." With that, she extended her tongue - a three-inch long piece of dark blue silicone, textured with microdots and a seam down the middle. It split in two and wrapped around him in a spiral, guiding him into her mouth as she ran her lips down to the base. In half a torturous minute he was hard again, and she brushed his head against the smooth film of her inner cheek before releasing him and climbing back on to the chair.

>>2114

"I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you," she croaked as she hovered over him again, "that your performance on this exercise will be posted to the public score table." She laid flat against him, hands pinning his elbows to the chair as she pressed her mound to him and crushed his chest with her unyielding breasts. "If you score in the bottom 5% for time, you are entitled to one coupon for a complementary foreplay service of your choice." She licked his adam's apple with her twin tongues and rose back up. "And if you score in the top 1%, you get to take me home..." - she held up his member and settled her weight on him - "to do TH-TH-THIS - " she gasped as he entered her - "as often as you l-l-like."

She twitched around him, pulsing in time to the LED's that now shone at the base of his member, and gyrated her hips in two slow orbits before beginning to pump gently over him. She grinned wickedly as his face contorted in confusion and pleasure.

>>2115

>>2116

Oops

>>2117

"Not bad for a n-n-newbie," she chuckled, biting her lip as she increased her pace. The slick sound of her action was overridden by arcs of static between her thighs and his, mixing the smell of burning ozone with his sweat. "I can't promise I won't hurt you - " she bucked in a serpentine motion - "accidentally." She traced a sparking line down her torso to her button and pressed into it with a sharp sigh, playing it in a double tempo. He clawed at his face in ecstasy.
"Are you sure you wish to terminate the session?" she teased innocently, stopping mechanically mid-stroke. "Sessions are non-refundable." He answered with an untranslatable growl, and she chuckled again before beginning to pump him in earnest. Her grin faded into an open-mouthed panting as they continued, and her hand began to oscillate against the button fiercely. His hands flew from his face to slap against her hard thighs, and she responded to his climax by vibrating herself around him as she let out a final square-wave moan. He twitched and fell limp, defeated.

Bewildered, he stared at the ceiling, mind destroyed by adrenaline. He did not register her climbing off him, or her fishing his credit card from his pocket. "You've qualified for that coupon," she mused, scanning the card with a beam from her visor. "as well as the 25% discount." She stuck the card in his limp mouth and sauntered out of the room. "Thank you for choosing the Shinjuku Arcade. See you next time... handsome."

>>2118

The end.

Fuck yeah, this thread is great.

Fembots and female AIs are always super hot to me for some reason.