Robots and Romance

Sigrid woke up groggily, and stretch. Her tits had, once again, grown overnight, the resulting pile of tit-flesh lifting the front half of her body, leaving her back arched for a good amount of the night. Sigrid groaned and fumbled for her phone, trying to get the reset button. Instead she was met with a whole new notification:

"TOTAL DATE SCORE: 19.9

Highest Scoring Category: Date Plan.

BP Reward 3980"

"Oh fuck yes!" Sigrid rushed out of bed. She barely registered the double piercing through her left eyebrow that appeared as she rushed out, planning on burning some of these points on whatever clothing she could conceivably wear for the week.

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Annie had had a weird day yesterday. Her fetishes, Knife Play, Electro Stimulation and Anonymous Sex all seemed just that little bit beyond anything she'd want made permanent. The kitchen knife set had made her wet, but that was about as far as it had gone. Still, all of them were far enough out of her comfort zone that she'd rolled the dice again hoping for something more normal for her date with Danni. Slapping had her thinking she could make it through the date without encountering it, but Handjobs/Fingering was decidedly normal and, more concerningly for her date plan, Exhbitionism was absolutely the type of thing she had set herself up to accidentally set off.

She'd only been able to afford one oversized t-shirt yesterday, and wearing it like a dress all day yesterday meant she didn't really get a chance to wash it for the date today. With her only choices being a dirty t-shirt and a literally see-through dress, she'd opted for the latter.

Sigrid reached the top of the stairs and saw Annie waiting nervously. Sigrid had nabbed a pair of leggings with Danni's name across the ass. They may have been skin-tight, but she could pick up a couple pairs and still have a funds leftover. And, she had to admit, they were actually really comfy.

"Hi." Annie waved sheepishly.

"Morning Annie!" Sigrid chipper attitude faltered as she paused and took in the redhead's appearance. She'd never been much of a girly girl, but even she knew this was not a date look. "Got your date today?"

"Yeah, we're supposed to leave in about fifteen minutes."

"What's your plan?"

"Oh, we're going to a sporting event and then spend the night on the town."

Sigrid raised an eyebrow. "None of that sounds like you."

Annie just blushed and looked at her feet.

Sigrid sighed and threw her second pair of leggings and the tiny shorts over her shoulder. "Okay, come on." She began to usher the tiny redhead downstairs.

"Wha- Wait, I need to be right here in fifteen minutes!"

"Then we better pick a dress quickly! Come on, you can pay me back when you get the points from your date."

"We get points from our dates?"

---

Danni fidgeted with her look. The strapless peplum top flared out over the leather jeans she'd worn yesterday. Again, it was nice having the full master's wardrobe, even if the jeans highlighted her ass just as much as they covered it. Tapping her heel, she was anxious about Annie not being there. She may have been out as bi for a number of years, but she still hadn't had the most experience dating women. This week would literally double the number of women she'd been on dates with. She wasn't sure if the show would even let any of the girls stand her up, but as it got closer to the deadline, she definitely started to get nervous.

"Wait! I suck at going up stairs in heels!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, come here!"

Danni heard the commotion and looked over the balcony to see a barefoot Sigrid coming up the stairs with the diminutive Annie slung over her shoulder. Annie was reaching over and pulling the hem of an emerald green velvet minidress down to attempt to cover her butt as Sigrid carried her up the stairs. The blacksmith put Annie down in front of Danni.

"One date. Can someone sign for this delivery?" Sigrid joked as Annie tugged the sleeves of her dress back down to her wrist. Yes, it was lower cut than she would have liked. Yes, it was shorter than she would have liked. But the long sleeves coming up over her shoulders gave enough of an illusion of modesty that she was willing to accept the trade-off, especially given that she wasn't comfortable with Sigrid paying more than she already had.

Danni grabbed Sigrid's well calloused hand and pretended to scribble on it. Sigrid closed her hand gently. "Well, I'll leave you two to it."

The elevator dinged and opened as Sigrid walked away, leaving the two shorter women to their date.

---

"Where the fuck are we?" The limo had pulled up to the side of what looked like a relatively non-descript warehouse in a back lot in California. The outfits the duo were wearing made Danni feel very over-dressed as most of the people headed into the building were in casual t-shirts and jeans. Some were carrying signs? Danni was thoroughly confused.

"Well, Rahne said we could take our dates wherever and whenever we wanted to go." The redhead was positively thrumming with excitement. "So we are about to watch the finals of Battlebots World Championship Four."

"Battlebots?"

"Fifty-thousand US dollar, one-hundred and ten-ish kilo, over-engineered **** machines locked into a bulletproof box and told to hit each other until one of them stops working."

"I mean, my brother watched Robot Wars as a kid, but they were so slow moving!" Danni was skeptical.

"I assure you, whatever you used to think this sport was it is a thousand times more exciting than that now."

"'Sport'?" Danni was starting to clue into how this was more than just a hobby for Annie.

"If Formula One is a sport, this is a sport." Annie offered in defiance. "It's just way more rad."

"'Rad'?" Danni's last question was genuine, this one was offered in a jocular, teasing tone, having a go at Annie for her word choice. Annie just blushed and chuckled, so Danni kept going. "Fuck it. Yeah, alright, lets see what counts as a sport for you nerds."

"I promise, this is going to be awesome."

"If it's not 'rad', you owe me a drink." Danni joked as Annie began to stride ahead.

Annie's retort was to just stick her tongue out as she lead her date inside.

---

Danni literally jumped with adrenaline leaving the venue.

"Holy shit, that was rad as fuck."

"That's what I'm saying!"

"Why the fuck don't more people watch that?"

"I will never understand."

"Like the hits were fucking huge! When what's-it's-name smacked the black horizontal one?"

"Bite **** hit Tombstone."

"I felt that impact go all the way down my spine and into my asshole. My whole body clenched."

"That's, like, not even in the top ten gnarliest fights."

"Get fucked."

"Honestly? Honestly? Not even top twenty-five."

"Get fully fucked."

"You're so welcome for being introduced to the greatest sport of all time."

"Fuck you but also thank you." Danni paused, smiling at the bespectacled red-head. "The finals were a bit of a let down though. The spooky one-"

"Witch Doctor."

"That one. Yeah, they just seemed to limp in and get smashed so easily."

"Honestly, the finals get so much wilder every subsequent year. This was a tipping point where the sport just absolutely took off."

"Okay, all due respect, why, the fuck, wouldn't you take me to just, like, the gnarliest fight of all time?"

Annie looked at her feet. "I needed to see that one."

"'Needed'?"

"Yeah." Annie looked up at the stars in the California sky. "I needed to see Deathroll."

"The fucking crocodile?!"

"I don't think I've ever related quite so hard to that robot as I do right now."

"Again, the fucking crocodile?" Danni was surprised that the novelty robot was the one Annie was here for. Amongst a field of precise, cleanly engineered bots, Deathroll stood out like a sore thumb. It had a bright red vertical spinner in the shape of Australia held in the mouth of a crocodile. Its self-righting mechanism was a hand holding a "that's not a knife; this is a knife" knife in it. It was, well, a joke. Right?

"So, that 'fucking crocodile' was never supposed to be in that semi-finals fight. Before this season, the last time we saw Deathroll, it was beaten so badly it took three years off for repairs. It returned and they immediately put it up against End Game. End Game will go on to be one of the most decorated robots in the sport and the only government sponsored team. They decide Australia vs New Zealand would be a fun fight, so, that's Deathroll's first fight back. It's a fucking bloodbath. Deathroll got clipped once and spend most of the fight ricocheting around the box. It's weapon is so massive that the robot self rights more frequently from the weapon just smacking of the floor and throwing the robot around until it gets a lucky bounce and lands on its wheels. At which point, End Game is back on it, smacking it back over onto its back until it's bouncing all around the box again. This keeps going for two full minutes. Deathroll is probably doing more damage to itself than End Game. But then, there's a weapon-on-weapon hit. Just a lucky glancing blow. Both End Game and Deathroll get flipped. However, Deathroll gets back on its feet and End Game just lies there, limply."

"So, it got an upset win?"

"To start. Then they threw it a robot called Foxtrot, which it absolutely dismantled. Like, retired Foxtrot the way it was retired itself three years prior. We never see Foxtrot again. Then the croc fought a bot named Quantum. Quantum is a robot with a crusher so powerful, its fight before Deathroll had to be stopped because they cold-fused the steel of their weapon to the armour of their opponent and they couldn't get separated."

"Jesus."

"Right? And Deathroll wrecks them too! And they break the weapon and tear half the armour of of their next opponent, Rotator, who is one of the best bots of all time based on performance. Deathroll qualified for the round of sixteen with four knockouts, which is better than every other bot this season."

"Not a novelty robot anymore."

"After blasting past Yeti there, we get to the quarter finals against Minotaur: last year's runner up and, based on ELO rankings, the fourth best bot of all time. And Deathroll is limping into this quarter finals. They expected to do really badly, and a lot of their budget went into flights and shipping, so they didn't bring more than five fights worth of spare parts and this was fight six. And. They. Won!"

Danni had started to be able to apply her own knowledge. "Wait, so, that explains why the weapon stopped working halfway through the fight with the skeleton one, right?"

"Exactly! My heart broke when I first saw that. Here was this underdog, up against Witch Doctor; a robot that I don't think has ever placed lower than top eight? Don't quote me on that."

Danni chuckled. "Sure."

"And Deathroll is out of any ability to do damage. They have to try to get lucky pushing."

Danni could do the rest of the story from here. "And then, out of fucking nowhere, spooky stops working."

"Out of fucking nowhere! Deathroll is going to the grand finals! The underdog, out of parts, who should have lost seven fights ago, is about it win! The count for the knock out start! And then Witch Doctor came back to life."

"Wait, you knew that was going to happen?"

"Yeah?"

"You shouted no so angrily!" Danni was bewildered. "I swear my dad doesn't even get that mad at football."

"Yeah, well, it's my precious croc. I love them."

"Okay, so, the crocodile loses to the skeleton though? Because of the judges?" Danni was there for that part. The two bots had stumbled around, punch drunk, until time had run out.

"Yeah, Kinda glad they did. I would not have wanted to watch them be thoroughly dismantled fighting Bite ****." Annie wasn't 100% sure this was true.

"That is extremely fair. I am still thinking about how loud that hit was."

Annie was still giddy as they walked across the car park to where their limo was waiting. Her lack of response let Danni process for a moment. "Wait, all of that and you still haven't answered my question!"

The driver, yet another woman with an unnatural hair colour, stepped out of the limo to open the door for them. Still able to look up at the sky, Annie glanced skywards. "I picked that fight, because, for those eight seconds, anything was possible. The underdog, the loser, the robot no-one believed would win, not even them, almost won and made it to the grand finals. After the votes, well," Annie turned to Danni, the bright lights of the parking lot glinting off of her glasses. "I needed those eight seconds."

---

Dinner had been a well above average Banh Mi, which Danni had thought was a pleasant, if understated meal. Back in the limo, Danni felt almost a little disappointed. The robots smacking each other had been a great start, but the finish was pretty underwhelming. Hence, she was pretty surprised when they had pulled up next to a line of people with a familiarly thumping bass coming through the brick walls.

"So, uh," Annie pushed one of the curls behind her ear. "The date's not over yet."

"Wait, you want to go clubbing?"

"Not overly." Annie admitted. "But River mentioned you were listening to some techno stuff and, well, I picked something I wasn't one-hundred percent sure you'd be into, so, I wanted to finish on something I knew for sure you'd like."

"Okay, one, deadmau5 isn't techno." This got a short snort of air out of the redhead. "Two, we don't have to go if you don't want to."

"This is supposed to be a date. I showed you my world. Show me yours."

Danni couldn't much argue with that, and grabbed Annie by the hand and dragged her out of the limo before she could change her mind. When Annie stalled, standing on the curb, Danni turned, expecting to reassure her.

"Come on, we've gotta get in line."

"Um, no we don't. You're on the list."

"Oh, shit, really?"

"That's what Rahne said."

"Fuck yeah. I hate waiting." Danni dragged Annie up to the front. The bouncer heard something on his earpiece and waved the duo through without even looking for either of their names on the list. Annie found that really weird up until they walked past the ticket booth and saw the doorgirl was wearing Danni's merch. She nudged Danni's attention over to her.

"Huh? Oh- Oh!" Danni went from proud to a little freaked out. Danni was clearly not super famous in this version of reality. The line hadn't freaked out seeing her. But she clearly had fans. Very devoted fans. "Oh that's weird."

Opening the main doors made Danni feel a lot more relaxed and conversation immediately much, much harder. Stepping into the venue, the loud pulse, thrumming through her body, the body heat of the people sweating it up on the dancefloor, and the familiar scent of stale, spilt **** that marked a truly great venue washed over her. She hadn't felt so at home in a long while.

Annie, on the other hand, was over-stimulated. It was loud, and crowded, and assaulted all her senses at once. Tottering around on the heels she was **** to wear, she did her best to keep a hold of Danni's hand as she got led up to the bar. Danni shouted something at the guy with the nose ring behind the bar and held up two fingers, and shortly two shots found their way onto the bar. Danni passed Annie one of the glasses, cheers'd her and Annie found herself slinging back the pink liquid.

Pleasantly surprised, Annie leaned in to shout in Danni's ear. "That's really tasty!"

"What?" Even shouting and this close, she struggled to hear the redhead.

"That's really tasty!"

"Wha- Oh, yeah! It's my favourite shot!"

"What's it called?"

"You've gotta promise not to laugh!"

"What?"

"Promise not to laugh!"

"What? Um, Sure?"

"It's called a Wet Pussy shot!"

Against her promise, Annie snorted out a laugh.

Danni, predicting that response leaned back in to the redhead.
"They're fucking tasty! Not my fault the name is dumb!"

Annie just laughed again, nothing she could think to say felt worth the effort to communicate over the noise.

"And, for laughing, you're ordering the next round of them!" Danni said with a devious grin.

Annie went almost as peachy pink as the liquid she was about to order.

---

Danni was loving being back on the dancefloor. That familiar throb of the people around you bouncing in time to the music as the bass overwhelms your senses. You can just switch off, relax, and enjoy dancing. Having a cute red-head dancing with you, **** into closeness by how packed the dancefloor is? That's just a bonus.

Annie bit her lip as she caught Danni staring at her. She'd been trying to not pay too much attention, but the crowd was so packed that she could literally feel how effortless and fluid Danni's movements were as their legs brushed together. She was entranced by her master's dancing, and the shots her and Danni had been doing all night were not helping her inhibitions. So much so that, as the crowd pressed in closer, making her stumble into Danni, hands catching Danni's torso to stop her from falling and Danni's hands catching her own, she didn't step back, enjoying the increased touch and sensation.

Danni was a little unsure of procedure from here. Normally, if she wound up in a situation like this, she'd just grind on whoever hands were all over her body. However, she had never had a cock before. A deep breath and a thought of "fuck it" later, and she was pulling Annie closer.

Annie couldn't have retreated if she wanted to. The club was so packed that surrendering the space behind her as she was pulled up against Danni's body meant it was immediately consumed. Not that she minded. The warmth of Danni's body felt way hotter than the throngs of dancing people around them. Their torsos pressed against each other, she could feel Danni's breath as she looked into her eyes.

Danni was hard. She was glad she had Annie in front of her, because the jeans she was wearing would absolute not hide the bulge in the front of them. In her defence, she could feel how hot Annie's pussy was as the redhead was **** to grind up against her thigh. The dancing had definitely turned into grinding as the two wrapped their arms around each other.

Annie read "Fuck it" on Danni's lips as the brunette closed the gap. She closed her eyes and the rest of the club fell away as she tasted the peach and **** on Danni's breath. Hands went to necks. Other hands went to asses. The pretence of dancing fell away, the rhythmic nature of the thrusting against each other being the only lingering attempt of concealing what they were doing.

Danni opened her eyes as Annie began to kiss up her jawbone. Were these the same people who were there when they started kissing? Was anyone looking? She sure would be.

"Now?" Annie's hot breath and shouted question muted the entire world around Danni for a second. They could leave the dancefloor. They could find the limo, find a back alley, find a bathroom, hell, even a dark corner. But Annie hadn't asked "Soon?", she had asked "Now?", so Danni moved the redhead's hands between their bodies to the front of her jeans. As she placed Annie's hands upon her new bulge, she then moved up and undid the button on her jeans right there on the middle of the dancefloor.

Annie was in the middle of a perfect storm of her new kinks. Her pussy throbbed with urgency as she began giving an under-the-pants handjob more public than anything she could have conceived of prior to today. She bit her lip and pulled back from kissing Danni to get the room to work. The two stared into each other's eyes as Annie wrapped her hands around Danni's shaft and stroked her as well as she could, given the circumstances.

Danni was still very new to having a girlcock. Having a pretty girl rubbing it was still an alien enough sensation that the novelty intensified the already intense situation. She could feel the orgasm build far, far faster than she ever could have imagined. She grabbed Annie by the back of the neck with one hand and pulled her in close. "You're gonna to make me fucking cum."

Annie pulled back, bit her lip and grinned as she jerked Danni's girlcock even faster. Danni's ability to keep time with the music began to falter, her body bucking with her impending orgasm. Annie held intense eye contact with her new master, nodding eagerly, encouraging Danni to finish.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Danni was relying heavily on the loud music to hide the sounds she was making, her moaning was increasingly capable of competing. It wasn't long before Danni painted the underside of the hem of her peplum top, along with Annie's wrist in her cum. She grabbed onto the redhead and kissed her, hoping it would at least somewhat help her stay standing.

Annie felt so accomplished having made Danni cum like that, feeling the air from the scream she was muffling with the kiss pour into her mouth. She was taken by surprise by her own moan as Danni, still quivering, put a hand under her dress. She couldn't help but chastise her past self. Feeling Danni's hand on her clit, without the hem having to be lifted too far, bunching up and making things obvious; she couldn't help but think this dress was the perfect length.

"Your turn." It was still so loud that Danni was doing her best to shout seductively into the redhead's ear. It seemed to work, as Annie widened her stance and began rolling her hips back against Danni's hand. Danni felt the redhead do her pants back up. Still giddy post orgasm, and now feeling less exposed personally, she focused in on returning the favour.

Annie's brain was on fire. With Danni kissing at her neck, Annie took the opportunity to look around, unsure if she wanted nobody, somebody or everybody to be watching her getting her clit rubbed publicly. Feeling the fabric peeled away to the side of her incredibly wet pussy, Annie was both relieved and disappointed that no-one seemed to have noticed the handjob at least. Deciding to double down, she grabbed Danni by the wrist and pulled her hand deeper.

Danni took the signal, sliding two fingers into the dripping wet pussy on offer. It was too loud to ask Annie how she liked it, so Danni had to just assume Annie would enjoy the classic curled "come here" motion and hope. The way Annie leaned forward to rest her chin on her shoulder and ride her hand, Danni had to assume she was right.

Annie was getting close. Real close. The anxiety kept her hovering on the edge though. She needed something more. She needed her third new kink. She pushed herself back to standing and shouted "Slap me!" at Danni. The brunette seemed confused, unsure if she read her lips correctly, so Annie shouted again. Still not getting what she wanted, Annie grabbed for Danni's free hand, flattened it out, and struck her own face with it. It stung and she grinned a greedy grin.

Danni was surprised by what Annie had just made her do, but not quite as surprised by how hungry Annie looked for another smack. Still working her fingers into Annie's pussy, Danni shrugged and slapped Annie in the face again. Annie turned back, drowned out by the music but visibly moaning "Again!" Danni obliged, watching Annie's body buck and crest up towards her orgasm, her curly hair sticking to her sweaty, rapidly pinkening cheeks. "Again!" the redhead shouted and again Danni smacked her cheek. Danni took the initiative for the next one and that seemed to be exactly what Annie needed.

Annie could have sworn she'd seen the source code for the universe. Danni would later tell her she had cum so hard that she'd fallen on her ass. Danni and a rather nice stranger had helped her to her feet and ushered the cum drunk Annie to the seats around the edge of the club that, frankly, would have been a much safer place to do what they'd just done. Annie couldn't help but snicker at the idea that they could make each other cum without any attention, but falling over had been immediately noticed. Danni told her to stay put as she went to get some water. Annie just smiled as she watched her date walk away. She let out an exhausted sigh and smiled.

She really owed Sigrid for the dress.

---

The two girls slumped onto each other's shoulders, watching the sky out of the limo's sunroof as they drove back to the hotel, exhausted.

"Hey Danni."

"Yeah?"

"Don't invite me to your room."

"Huh?" Danni lifted her head and turned to Annie.

"I'm just thinking about how I want the date to end. And while waking up next to you would be lovely, I think what I really want is to part ways at the top of that elevator and leave you wanting more."

"You know I'm only going to be the master for the rest of the week, right?"

Danni's question was met with a slow, deep, intimate kiss. Annie broke it and said "If you ever want me to kiss you like that again, you're going to have to try to be the master again."

Uncomfortable with the premise, Danni laughed it off "Where's this suave confident Annie been hiding?"

"Behind six shots and a mind-blowing orgasm apparently." Annie joked in reply. She stared into Danni's eyes until it felt weird and awkward, the adrenaline and sexually charged scenario now behind them. They both looked away, turning back up to look up through the roof of the limo. The redhead took the brunette's hand and interlinked their fingers. Streetlights passing overhead, illuminating the duo in a rhythmic pattern as the duo sleepily returned to the hotel.

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Inspiration is a funny thing. Some people work at it, being able to consistently churn out ideas until their no inspiration is someone else's once in a life time idea. Some people consume as much media as possible, inspiration coming from anywhere at anytime, and try to learn how beset to capture it. Others, well, they lay awake at night, thinking about a handjob they just received from a redheaded engineer they'd met about a week ago and, thanks to a magical connection between sexual stimulation and creative output, feel compelled to get out of bed, go over to the piano in their underwear, and begin to write music again for the first time in four years.

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"Damn! That's more like it! Good on those horny sluts for rounding third base! On a dancefloor no less!" Rahne, in a slinky black minidress so tight it highlighted her bulge looked into the camera over a balcony.

"I'm sure Annie's hoping you liked her date more than you liked her initially! Remember, a unique aspect of this season is voting on the dates! Give the date's intention, entertainment value and arousal levels a score here! Regardless of how the date turned out, was the plan a good one? Was it entertaining? Was it sexy? We'll take your results and, based on the final score, aware the contestant an appropriate amount of BP!"

"Get your votes in and we'll see you on the next episode of Harem Hotel: Battle Royale!"