Deylicks

"What the...?!" Fern looked at the robots, as they turned to look at them.

"OBLITERATE!" one of the robots intoned, sliding in their direction. Fern squealed in fear, turning away she found herself facing another, whose sucker arm clamped onto one of her bare breasts.

"No, don't..." the Superintendent began, but the robot sent a pulse of energy down the sucker, generating such pleasure down Fern's body that the young woman went weak at the knees and collapsed to the floor, a broad smile on her face.

"Right, what are you lot up to?" The Superintendent addressed the robots, while keeping her own breasts out of reach of their arms.

"DEYLICK WEAPON 423 IS CHARGING AND WILL SOON BE READY TO LAUNCH." a robot replied, "ALL HUMANS WILL BE DESTROYED BY A PULSE OF STATIC ELECTRICITY GENERATED BY THE PREVIOUS DESTRUCTION OF CLOTHING."

"The thing about Deylicks," the Superintendent said, "they love to tell you their plans. Oh, you're still down there. Right," she turned back to the robots, "obviously I can't let you kill everyone on Earth."

"YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO STOP US. YOU DO NOT EVEN HAVE CLOTHES, LET ALONE A WEAPON."

"No, you're right." The Superintendent strolled thoughtfully to one side of the room, and leaned casually against a control panel, "But I do know a thing or two about your technology, and what it would take to initiate a total feedback loop."

"STEP AWAY FROM THOSE CONTROLS."

"These ones?" The Superintendent smiled, while frantically tapping against the keys she was leaning by, "Why..." she was interupted by a zap of hot laser to her chubby buttocks, she grabbed at the abused area and turned to find a Deylick had come up behind her, it pressed its sucker against one of her breasts. "Oh, no-ooo-oooh!" The Superintendent broke into a wide grin as waves of pleasure poured down her body, she slumped to the floor, still twitching.

"PATHETIC HUMAN."

"I'm not a human." The Superintendent giggled, "But she is." She nodded across the room, where Fern had stood up next to another set of controls, and a screen displaying 'Start total feedback loop Y/N?' Fern gave a cocky smile to the robots, then pressed the Y key.

"NNNNOOOOO!" one by one, the Deylicks stopped and shuddered, before exploding into metal shrapnel.

"Good job." The Superintendent said, pulling herself upright.

"I just pressed a button." Fern shrugged, "You made the whole thing happen and come up on the screen."

"Sometimes you need someone to press the right button."

"So, will we be able to wear clothes again?"

"Once the last of the static is out of the air, probably take a week or so."

"A week?!"

"Give or take."

"Give or take what?"

"Two weeks."

The two of them left the building and into the street, which fortunately was beginning to empty a bit as night fell, and most of the stripped women had fled. The Superintendent led them down a side alley to where a booth stood, its side covered in posters of scantily-clad women and a neon sign advertising it as a peep show.

"Have you not been enough of a peep show today?" Fern asked skeptically.

"Actually, I have, that's why I'm going in here."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Where I go, things rarely do. Come on, I'll show you what I mean."

Fern followed the Superintendent into the peep show booth, and after the door closed with them inside, the booth pulsed and disappeared.