Let the Packaging Fall Away…

You undo the loose fittings and clip-on secures on the box, and step away to get clear of the packaging. As the outer layers of the box fall away, you are finally met with the beautiful sight of… oh — the bubble wrap and protective nanoglass sheeting around your purchase. There’s a little disappointment in the anticlimactic nature of what just happened, but you’re happy to know that your company takes care of products all throughout the delivery process — wouldn’t want to have this thing show up broken already and wait another couple of days. After retrieving some scissors from the kitchen, you snip away the residual layers of packaging with haste. Your hands tremble with excitement, and as the plastic and polycarbonate glides down to the ground, you see it.

You see her.

Standing in a dormant state with her head tilted down at an inhuman angle, your AI-O model looks to be in perfect condition — everything you selected is there, in full, unapologetically nude glory. You notice something at the back of her neck. Poised directly on where her spine connects to her head rests a gently flashing red button with the power symbol. Simple enough to understand — that’s probably the activation button.

Instinctively you find yourself just about to push it, just like you would your holonet launcher. Upon realization, you find it fitting to discard some of the packaging — make her welcome feel a little more… warm? Well, she doesn’t even have clothes, but that’s beside the point. After a little cleanup, you finally press the button, and a glow that nearly blinds you emits from the symbol for a moment. You cover your eyes as the luminosity dims, and you hear a voice sound from your model’s vicinity: “Activation completed. Self-initialization mode commencing.”

What follows is this sort of ‘first-time boot up process’ that most devices undergo, but this time it’s a little more… visceral in nature. With a quick straightening, your model jumps to life, standing upright in the blink of an eye. She shakes her red waves, as if to stretch her neck off a two-day long nap, and proceeds to run her hands across her body. Beginning at her soft feet, your AI-O begins taking inventory of her toned calves, gliding her fingers up to her juicy thighs, followed by her behemoth balls and monstrous horse sheath. Next, sliding across her slim waist and abdomen, delicate palms travel up, up, up to her bouncy, pillowy F-cup breasts, gracing her nipples as she reaches her collarbone, then she checks her facial features with dancing fingers. She draws in her first deep breath, sighing as she finishes her diagnostics, her fingers interwoven between her luscious red locks. Her eyelids open to reveal emerald irises, a beautiful dichotomy that illustrates just how breathtaking a redhead can really be. They lock on to you, and a smile spreads across her face.

“Mmmm, if all AI-O’s opened their eyes to someone as dashing as you are, I’m sure we’d be selling ourselves to more customers until we had a backlog of 5 years.” The redheaded model chuckles, a husky, lightly wispy voice resonates throughout the living room of your university apartment. “But that being aside, I believe introductions are in order. I’m — well… wait, what would you like to call me, mister young Steele Corps stud?”

Oh yeah. A name for her. You hadn’t really given it much thought, given your tireless efforts to become a Steele Corps employee and the anticipation of waiting for her to get here. You try and conjure up a name befitting of your drop-dead gorgeous, stunning AI-O. Remembering a crush you had as a teen, you get your answer.

“Savannah. Let’s name you Savannah, or Sav for short. Or whatever nickname you want, I guess…”

Sav laughs as you trip over your words, walking over to endearingly stroke your cheek: “Savannah… Sav. Thanks, you. I like it.” She smiles and gives you a cute wink. Damn, not only has she the full range of sexiness within her programming, but her extent of emotive display and expression even goes beyond what you could have ever expected. Though, it is Steele Corp — you really never know just what to expect.

The ginger bombshell gives her fiery strands another shake, tossing most of her hair behind pale, freckled skin, a pigmentation fitting of her hair color. “And with that, there are a couple more personalized setup processes to complete with you — this is supposed to be fun, so grab a seat and we’ll get started!” Savannah bubbles, her gorgeous smile radiating at you.

You walk over to the living room couch, placing yourself firmly in the middle of its mediocre cushions. Your perfectly modeled AI-O saunters with such slow, distinct precision over to you, ensuring that each of her assets bounces and jiggles with perfect motion in every step. Then, like a cheetah, she pounces on you, straddling you with her head-crushing thighs and leaving a giant sheath laying in between your abdomen and hers. She giggles, placing a hand over her mouth: “Heeheehee! Okay, first things first, aside from me getting on top of you, we should discuss some options for outwear. Though I’d like to remain nude forever, I think we gotta obey the standards of society whenever we’re out and about. Or, if you wanted to do a role play, or just wanted me to have a specific outfit — just covering all bases. What are some things you’d like me to wear?”

This question causes some definite thought. The first idea that pops into your head is of your redheaded babe in a sexy schoolgirl getup — you are in a college town, after all, so it wouldn’t be too out of place — though people might get the wrong idea, given Savannah’s figure. Another option you come up with is to opt for a more flexible approach to outfits. She’d don a cardigan, long sleeves, bell bottom jeans, glasses, the like — the vibe you’d get is ‘hippie teacher’, but still sexy in that clothing with her apparent assets. The possibilities are endless…

Seeing your thought process work through your head, Savannah places a hand on your chest, drawing you out of your personal headspace for a bit. “You can give it as much thought as you want, don’t worry. For now, we could move onto a different process that’ll take no time at all! That way you have a little more to think about what clothes I should be in — or rather, the ones I’ll be taking off.”

She plants her lips firmly against yours in the next moment, taking you by surprise. Her voice thrums in your head: “Beginning memory and preference transfer.” Savannah melts at your kiss, as do you as you find each other’s hands roaming along different parts of the other’s body. Her skin is smooth, soft, supple. Perfect. Inside, her tongue shoots out like a rocket, pleading entrance to you. You allow it, her plump appendage intermingling with yours as you enter a deeper, more needy kiss. The moans from her are enough to get your heart pumping faster, and soon she’s fully embraced you.

“Memory and preference transfer, completed.” After a moment, Savannah begins to slow her advances, her furious tongue onslaught drawing to a slow, sensual halt. With a soft sigh, she slowly parts from your lips, her blush and smile making her enjoyment quite evident. “That was technically supposed to be the last step in my setup, but we could’ve flip flopped it however we wanted… so I changed it up! Just to get some more insider information on my new boyfriend, you know? We wouldn’t want to be complete strangers, right?”

Her… new… boyfriend? You figure that’s the situation between the two of you. After all, there’s a connection between sex and relationships, as well as deeper understanding than your normal friends.

“So… what did that process do, exactly?” You take your hand and put it mindlessly on your lips, savoring the sensation you felt from her plush red lines moments ago.

Savannah shifts on your legs, her massive balls gently knocking on your inner thighs every time she wiggles back and forth. “Well, it did a lot of things, actually. As you could probably figure from the process’s title, it transferred a bunch of your memories and preferences to my database. Not just sexual or romantic memories, mind you — it’s got everything from your childhood to those embarrassing puberty years, up until now!” She’s practically beaming at you, with that disarming smile always present. “Pretty bright person, I gotta say.”

“Oh… thanks. I guess that can be attributed to my placement on the spectrum and adhd… okay, what else did it do?”

“Hah, well, there are certainly more special things to you than just those medical terms. As for other functions of the transfer, it allowed me to establish a pseudo-telepathic connection between us. For ease of use, I can now just tap into your head and know just what you want or need. Some more mundane items include allergies, bodily function monitor, holonet history, stimulant attractors-“

“Wait, you know my holonet history?”

“…yes?”

“All of it???”

“… well, I’d be a terrible AI-O if I didn’t capture everything in one go. If you’re concerned about privacy, don’t you worry. All of this information will either never be uploaded to Steele Corps networks and certainly won’t get you targeted or terminated. Plus, with the info that’s shared from other employees and users, it’s all anonymous. And your history is waaaaaay more tame than what else I can see at first glance.”

You slump back on the couch, Savannah still atop your lap, “Oh… okay. Anonymous is fine.”

She bats her eyes at you, stroking your cheek gently. Mouthless words appear in your head, as her voice resonates inside you, “Yeah, it’ll be okay sweetie. Now, did you choose what outfit you want me to wear?”

You shake your head in disbelief. Did she just speak in your head?

“Yes, I did, silly! Remember — pseudo-connection.”

“Ah, right… did you also get the thoughts and preferences about what you should wear?”

“Schoolgirl and sexy teacher? Oh yeah, I can do that. I can modify what I wear based on what you want on the day-to-day, too. Here, let’s try it out.”

Savannah clears her throat, clearly only for theatric effect. As she tosses her hair back behind her shoulders once more, the beginnings of fabric begin to enshrine her body, as if growing from her person and topping her skin like an outer shell. An auburn, heathered long-sleeve shirt wraps around her top half, her breasts neatly cupped inside a bra that isn’t even commercially produced. Denim creeps across her legs like wildfire, hiding her freckles porcelain skin in moments. As it reaches her largest asset, the jeans neatly form a bulge pocket for her horse cock’s sheath and mighty pair of leathery balls, encapsulating them in a tight, but comfy set of jeans. A cardigan shuffles over Savannah’s body as a last article of clothing, with a few other accessories for outside travel. She runs her hands down her clothes, and moans through a sigh. This time, her voice fills the room sweetly as she speaks. “Oh, I love this outfit… so innocent-looking, but that’s the beauty of it. Mystery is often associated with a certain allure, the draw of what sexy body hides beneath these relatively loose clothes. Good choice, sweetie.”

So she can make her own clothes too — material fabrication at her very beck and call. Seeing that there are more possibilities that you can count, you are stuck for deciding what to do next.