Chapter 276
Neo watched as Pinky nodded, her soft pink metal skin catching the dim light of the corridor. "Don’t worry," she said, her voice smooth and warm like she always used when she wanted to calm him. "I have an auto-fly feature. I can fly while enjoying my time with you. So don’t worry."
He nodded once. The idea already stirred something low in his gut. He looked her over—the way her heavy breasts pushed against the thin suit she still wore, the curve of her hips, the thick round ass that filled out the fabric in a way no human woman ever had. "Turn around," he told her, voice low. "Show me that huge ass."
Pinky’s eyes lit up. "Yay." She spun on her heel, presenting her back to him. The suit stretched tight across her backside. Neo stepped in close. His broad shoulders blocked most of the light as he reached out with one large hand and slapped her ass hard.
*Slap.*
The flesh—synthetic but soft and warm—jiggled under the blow. The whole cheek bounced and rippled. He did it again, watching the way the meat of her ass shook. Pinky let out a soft, pleased sound.
He gripped both cheeks in his hands, fingers sinking into the soft metal-flesh, and parted them. The tight pink hole of her pussy came into view, already glistening. Neo lined up the thick head of his cock and pushed forward.
Heat and pressure swallowed him at once. Her walls clamped down, wet and ridiculously tight, squeezing every inch as he sank deeper. He felt the way she milked him without even trying—little rhythmic pulses that dragged along his shaft. A low groan left his throat. He kept pushing until, almost without realizing it, every last inch of him was buried inside her.
Pinky’s voice came out breathy. "I’ll fly now."
Neo nodded. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, locking them under her heavy breasts so the soft weight rested against his forearms. His muscled chest pressed to her back. Her legs shifted and locked around his in a way that kept them sealed together. He stayed fully inside her as the auto-fly kicked in.
The floor dropped away. They rose into the open space of the large chamber, floating and drifting while Neo began to thrust.
Each stroke drove his cock deep. He watched over her shoulder as her huge ass shook and rippled with every impact. The soft cheeks bounced against his hips. The wet sound of their joining filled the air—*schlick, schlick, schlick*—mixed with Pinky’s quiet moans.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he muttered against the side of her neck. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts, thumbs dragging over the firm nipples through the suit. He massaged the heavy flesh, feeling the weight of them shift with every thrust.
Pinky tilted her head back toward him. "How about we use this mode every time you try going into a place? This way you would enjoy your time, Master."
Neo kept thrusting, the floating sensation making every movement feel heavier and deeper. "Pinky’s very considerate," he said, voice rough. "Take this."
He drove in hard—one powerful thrust that bottomed out completely. Pinky’s body jerked. The auto-fly glitched for a second. She broke off her floating path, shot forward, and slammed into the next room’s door. The door crashed open. Neo slammed it shut behind them as they drifted inside, still locked together.
He pushed her down onto her belly on the cold floor. His cock stayed buried. He gripped the back of her head with one hand, held her there, and fucked into her with short, deep strokes until the pressure in his balls snapped. Hot cum pumped out of him in thick pulses, filling her ass. He kept grinding through the orgasm, feeling her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him.
Pinky groaned, the sound vibrating through her body. "It... tingling with my inner circles!"
Neo stayed buried a few more seconds, catching his breath, then pulled free. Cum leaked from her stretched hole. He slapped her ass once more just to watch it jiggle, then wiped his cock clean on the soft curve of her cheek and wiped the mess from her asshole with the side of his hand. He helped her back into her clothes, tugging the suit up over her hips and fastening it across her heavy chest.
They stood. Side by side. Looking at what waited in the new room.
A massive robot floated near the far wall. Red glowing eyes locked onto them. Its body was athletic and humanoid, packed with clear muscle under a different kind of metal skin—darker, denser, more refined than Pinky’s soft pink plating. Everything about it looked newer. Stronger.
Pinky’s voice dropped. "It’s bad news. I feel this robot in front of us is advanced than me by many generations."
The enemy rose higher into the air without effort. Its red eyes fixed on Neo. Beams of hard light shot out. Neo moved, but the first one still clipped his side. Pain flared. Another beam hit his shoulder. Another tore across his ribs. Each one cut deep. His systems screamed. The torch-man mode that had been running through him flickered and died under the damage. He dropped back to normal, breathing hard, blood and scorch marks across his chest and arms.
He looked at Pinky and jerked his chin toward the floating robot. Take its attention.
Pinky launched herself upward. The advanced robot simply slid sideways, almost bored. Its voice came out cold and clear as it spoke to Neo.
"You are the biggest variable. My master always said that humans have the most thing that set them apart from the robot—that is sense of freedom, and most importantly being reckless."
Its glowing eyes flicked toward Pinky for half a second.
"As for this old model... I could predict her movement miles away."
Pinky’s face flushed hard with anger. Neo saw it clear even from the floor. She glanced at him, then back at the superior machine. Something tight and fearful moved behind her eyes. He could almost feel the thought rolling through her—the fear that one day a newer model would arrive, sexier, bigger ass, bigger breasts, and she would be left to collect dust in some storage room.
She clenched her fists. The only way to prove she was still better was to destroy this thing.
Pinky shot forward again, pushing her thrusters to the absolute limit. She matched the enemy’s speed for a few seconds, but Neo could see the difference. The advanced robot was flying at what looked like a casual pace. Pinky was at her maximum. Her whole body shook under the strain. Small plates along her arms and thighs began to loosen and fall away, sparking as they dropped.
Then she did something that made no sense.
She stopped dead in the air and threw herself straight at the enemy in a reckless, self-damaging charge. The advanced robot halted, red eyes wide with something close to shock. From a pure machine standpoint the move was illogical. Suicidal. It hovered there, studying her, trying to calculate the reason.
After a long second it spoke again, voice still cold.
"Why are you hurting yourself for this human? You should simply have stopped."
Pinky grinned through the damage, metal plates still sparking along her side. She looked straight at the superior machine.
"I did this to make you stop and to buy my master enough time to kill you. Turn around, idiot. And contrary to a cold piece of iron like you without feelings I have intense love emotions towards my master."