Chapter 277
The robot ignored the emotion part as he turned fast, metal plates grinding as he locked onto Neo. Neo was already rushing him, spear of dense star-dust energy blazing in his grip. The weapon hummed with raw power, dark and light swirling together along its length. Neo drove it hard into the robot’s back. The impact rang out like a thunderclap. Metal cracked. Sparks flew. The robot slammed face-first into the ground, the floor shaking under the weight.
Neo did not stop. He poured more power into the spear, weaving his darkness and star-dust energy into one seamless half-and-half blade. The weapon glowed brighter, edges sharp enough to cut through reinforced plating. He stabbed again, deeper this time, both energies driving into the same wound on the robot’s back. The spear sank in with a wet, metallic screech. Circuits sparked. The robot’s systems screamed in protest.
The machine used its hand engines. Thrusters flared. It snapped upright, rising from the ground in a cloud of dust and broken plating. Red optical sensors locked onto Neo.
"You primitive ant," the robot growled, voice distorted by damage. "I will end you."
It fused both arms together. Energy gathered between the combined limbs, a blinding white beam charging with a rising whine. The power built until the air itself trembled. Then the beam fired.
It slammed into Neo’s chest. The force punched a deep, smoking hole straight through his armor and into flesh. Pain exploded through him. Neo tried to evade, twisting aside, but the beam’s intensity was too much. It caught him full-on and hurled him backward. His body smashed into the far wall hard enough to crater the stone. Dust and debris rained down.
The robot suddenly froze. Something felt wrong. It looked down.
A small pink hand was pressed against its ankle.
"What are you doing?" the robot demanded.
Pinky smiled up at it, calm and almost playful. "Nothing. I’m just transferring a virus to your system."
The robot’s eyes flickered—one red, one blue. Its voice cracked into static. "You and your primitive skills—!"
It swung the beam toward her and fired again. The energy blast tore into the ground where she had been standing, but Pinky was already gone, moving with liquid speed. The crater smoked.
The robot’s mismatched eyes snapped toward Neo’s last position. Empty. It scanned left, right, sensors whirring in confusion.
"Where—"
It looked up.
Neo was falling from the ceiling, spear already in motion. The star-dust weapon struck true, driving into the weakened back plating. At the same moment Pinky’s virus finished its work, shredding the robot’s remaining defense systems. Barriers collapsed. The spear punched deeper than before, tearing through core components. Metal screamed. Sparks erupted in a bright cascade.
The robot staggered. Its legs buckled. With a final grinding groan it toppled forward and crashed to the ground, systems dying in a cascade of fading lights.
Pinky rushed over, stood above the fallen machine, and spat.
"Looks who’s the junk now, you idiot robot."
Neo stepped up beside her, one hand settling on her waist. His chest still burned from the beam wound, but the fight was over. He looked down at the wreckage.
"Look at him. Didn’t you see? It’s many generations ahead. I can take it. You can upgrade yourself."
Pinky wrinkled her nose. "Blah. No way. I’m not shoving this robot’s parts into me. But you can take it to Master Veya. It would help her a lot—learning more things."
Neo nodded. He reached down, pulled the broken core into his inventory with a flicker of energy, then turned fully toward Pinky. His eyes dragged over her frame—smooth iron curves, wide hips, the heavy sway of her massive metal breasts. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, fourteen inches of hard, veined length already leaking at the tip.
"Come here," he said, voice low. "Stay on doggy style."
Pinky nodded at once. She dropped to all fours, knees spreading, back arching. Her huge ass lifted and presented itself—round, firm iron cheeks that still managed to look soft, the metal skin catching the light. Between those cheeks her pussy glistened, a tight pink slit framed by smooth plating.
She looked back over her shoulder, voice turning syrup-sweet and filthy. "Come and get me, Master. My parts need to be oiled by your cum."
Neo’s grin was sharp. He moved behind her in two strides, hands already gripping those wide iron ass cheeks. He lined up the thick head of his cock and pushed.
Her pussy stretched around him with a wet, greedy sound—schlck. The tightness was insane. Warmth flooded up his shaft as he sank deeper, inch after thick inch vanishing into her. Her walls clamped down hard, metal-smooth yet impossibly soft on the inside, squeezing every ridge of his cock.
"Fuck... so tight," Neo groaned. He planted both hands on her ass, fingers digging into the firm curves, and started thrusting. Hard. Deep. Each stroke drove him to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her with wet, rhythmic smacks.
From Neo’s eyes the view was pure heat. Her massive iron ass rippled every time his hips crashed into it. The peach of her cheeks bounced and rolled under his grip. Her waist swayed, hips rolling back to meet him. She arched her back harder, using the strength in her arms to shove herself onto his cock. Every slam of her ass against his pelvis rang out loud—clap, clap, clap—the sound echoing off the walls.
Pinky felt every inch. Neo’s cock was thick enough to stretch her core wide, the length reaching places that made her systems spark with overload. She could feel the heat of him, the way his muscled thighs flexed against the backs of hers, the powerful drive of his hips. His broad shoulders loomed over her when she glanced back, arms corded with muscle, sweat already sliding down the hard planes of his chest. His legs were thick and strong, planted wide, driving into her with relentless force. The scent of him—sweat and star-dust power—filled her sensors.
Neo reached forward and gathered her hair. "Make it a ponytail."
Pinky’s hair shifted in a blink, forming into two neat high ponytails. Neo grabbed both, wrapping the lengths around his fists, and pulled. Her head tilted back, back arching deeper. He used the grip like reins, yanking her onto every thrust.
"That’s it," he growled. "Take it. Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me so hard—"
He slapped one iron cheek hard. The metal rang and rippled under his palm. Pinky moaned, a wet, mechanical-sounding cry that still managed to sound filthy.
"Harder, Master—ahh—use me—"
Neo kept pounding. His cock dragged along her tight walls on every stroke, the squeeze so strong it felt like she was milking him. He watched her massive iron breasts swing beneath her, heavy and full, slamming together with loud metallic claps on every thrust. Milk began to bead at the tips of her nipples, then drip, then stream. White droplets splattered the ground in time with his rhythm.
He leaned over her, still thrusting, and reached under to cup both heavy tits. His hands barely covered them. He squeezed hard, pinching the stiff metal nipples between his fingers. More milk sprayed. Pinky’s moan turned into a high, broken sound.
"You’re leaking for me," Neo said against her ear. "Good girl."
He kept one hand on her breast and used the other to tilt her head. Their mouths met. Pinky’s iron tongue pushed against his, cool and slick. They kissed deep and messy, saliva mixing, tongues sliding. Neo sucked on her tongue, tasting the faint metallic tang of her. She closed her optical sensors, body rocking back harder onto his cock.
When he pulled back he kissed her cheek, still buried deep inside her.
"You’re literally the best robot ever made," he said, voice rough. He kept thrusting, slow and deep now, grinding against the deepest part of her. "The way you fought... the way you kicked that robot’s ass..."
He praised her between every stroke—how sharp her virus had been, how fast she moved, how perfect her body felt wrapped around him. Ten full minutes of it. His cock stayed rock-hard, never close to finishing, locked in pure endless pleasure. Her pussy stayed clamped around him like a living vise, hot and dripping.
Then the look in Pinky’s eyes changed.
Something shifted in her systems. Her hips rolled with new strength. The next time Neo thrust forward she slammed back ten times harder. Her massive iron ass crashed into him with brutal force. The impact vibrated straight up his spine. His bones felt it. The wet slap of skin on metal rang out louder than before—CLAP.
She did it again. And again. Every one of his thrusts was met by a stronger, heavier slam of those fat iron cheeks against him. The force made his teeth rattle. Milk sprayed farther. Her ponytails bounced in his fists. Her pussy squeezed down in rhythmic pulses that milked his cock from base to tip.
Neo grit his teeth, grinning through the shock of it, still buried deep, still thrusting into the tightest, hottest grip he had ever felt while Pinky’s powerful body answered every stroke with ten times the force, the slam so intense it made his own bones vibrate.