we're gonna need a bigger boat.

A search of the various emergency supplies that some drone at Fleet Command thought vital to embark on each craft produced an inflatable boat that was more like a child's toy than anything you could use.

It was small, light and flimsy; and once you got it in the water you found that even with only two passengers it was at constant risk of tipping. Its propeller engine was truly primitive, you were only able to reach a top speed of 5 kph even on smooth water.

Alice's Grey-tech green eyes, turned out to be far more effective than yours so she sat at the bow of the small boat and warned you of the huge shapes lurking in the water during your trial runs. A single run-in with one of those beasts and this inflatable piece of crap would be ripped to shreds. What you needed was a bigger boat that could handle the demands of a untamed planet.

The next two hours well spent. You were afterall an engineer, and the Gorgon was equipped with a surprisingly good fabrication shop for a ship of her class. After Alice downloaded the data prepared for the missing maintenance bot she proved to be very helpful despite having to use handheld tools instead of integrated ones that the repair-bot came with.

Two grav sleds (for work in vaccum between ships), two heavy duty cushion (to stop ships docked together to scratching), the motor from the now useless cargo door with the gears rearranged for speed rather than torque, an auxiliary fuel cell and a few extra armor plates and a lot of welding later you had a long and robust boat, ready to resist anything the water had for you and a lot faster than the piece of shit you had been supplied. The hardest part had been the designing of the propeller for the much larger craft and you had to guess at the design the fabrication unit eventually extruded.

You packed some food and fresh water, the deflated raft (in case you had a need to go in places too small for your boat), and a few other supplies and tools. Alice told you she was able to make some fresh water from the sea the same way she did make her milk (the purified water was produced from a lower point than her milk, a disturbing one until you remember that, being a machine what got out of her is perfectly clean pure water.) Her internal battery had power to function autonomously for one month, and (according to her specs file) she could recharge on any fuel cell or very slowly recharge using food as fuel (but in this case cannot produce anything.)

You were wearing a jumpsuit rolled down to your waist over your fleet-issue t-shirt and boxer shorts, heavy duty boots with socks and of course your belt, with all your tools on it and rare occurrence your service weapon. Alice took a tool belt and a pair of boots from Engineer Smith locker, both had feet the same size and similar features.

As we were ready to depart you were hypnotised by how sexy it was to see her wearing only boots and a belt, like she was clothed but you could see through her clothes.

You slipped behind her and grabbed her boobs, you had no way of surprising her, with her always knowing were you were due to your implant but she seemed to like it.

"Alice, what do you feel when I do to that?" You asked.

"Good, master I feel good." She replied in a sexy voice.

"No what I mean is, do you feel pleasure when we are together, are you capable of it?" You explained.

"AI units derive worth from purpose, success in your mission is good, failure is bad. One of my missions is to be attractive to you and to make you feel pleasure, anything I do that succeed in these endeavors is good and create a positive loop that you would call pleasure. Seeing me have pleasure when you touch me, makes you feel more pleasure, so it means that the more it look like I enjoy it, the more you enjoy it, the more I succeed in my mission , the more I feel pleasure myself. My reaction time is too short to be noticed by you, ergo when you touch me I feel pleasure." She demonstrated, and then before you could respond Alice smiled coyly at you and added an most tempting invitation. "We have 63 minutes before the tides are optimal to sail away and we haven’t tested the bed in the boat yet."

You could only agree with such a logical argument and stripping off your clothes you jump in to the narrow bed in the cabin of your boat.

She did suck you again but this time did not finish you, keeping you rock hard and slippery before stopping.

"There is one other thing we didn't test yet, we have to make sure I'm perfectly functional." She said before bending in front of you and spreading the butt checks of her perfect ass.

You couldn't believe it. Anal sex was a rumour, some-thing from a long barbaric past, most women decided it too degrading to ever consider it and only the most depraved whores would sink low enough to offer it (for a fortune to very rich people, even girls falling into prostitution would not do it.).

The Vice-Admiral must have had some special tastes and lots of pull to get a bot programmed to perform an act like that, many pleasure-bots you remember reading were even built without anal cavities to placate the more traditionalists among the Senate.

You looked at her small pink asshole (her skin-tone was creamy-white with but her nipples, pussy and asshole had a realistic pink flesh.) And saw that it oozed some oily substance like her pussy did yesterday.

You put the tip of your now enhanced dick on it and upon her insistance you pushed in. If her pussy was already tight and warm, the strong constriction on your dick in this hole was even higher.

As you managed to slip more into it you felt some muscles constricting and even some rings under her flesh spiraling to stimulate you. With the lubrication to easie your initial entry, you were soon joyfully pounding in her tight asshole, encouraged by her moans and cries of pleasure. (that you knew now were in some logical way, real and with purpose rather than simply faking it.)

You dropped a huge load of cum in her, that would soon be absorbed without a trace. (She assured you that she was sending your deposits to her fuel cell for power and didn't use it to produce milk)

You were still erect when you came out of her, and entered her in a more traditional manner although still from behind in a position strongly discouraged by the advisories put out by the moralists who controlled the government media. Now that you though of it, you became erect the second you decided to fuck her. After a short test, you found out that you could at will be hard or limp in a 3 seconds delay.

You used that new erection to finish off that sweet pussy again. Once you were done and laying there sweaty and panting; Alice took it upon herself to clean you with out any direct order, licking your sweaty body leaving behind the fresh smell of her synthetic saliva.

She got you dressed again just in time to sail with the tide. Leaving the wrecked Gorgon powered down and locked up as best you could under the circumstances behind you, you were off to explore this world and find other survivors.