Sci-Fi Sex - Jack Stratton - ebook
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Eight strange and wild sexual adventures. From deep in space, where lonely astronauts find comfort in sex clones, to dark tales of mind control, to bizarre stories of tentacle sex, to the unboxing of a brand new sexbot, these stories are full of surprises. They are angsty, funny, literary, and always very dirty.

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Copyright © 2017 by Jack Stratton

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Contents

Unboxing

Leah just purchased the R4900 ServiceBot, a fully functional android personal assistant nicknamed the "Girlfriend Material" model. The unboxing of her new purchase turns out to be life changing. (fembot)

Sumer Sleeps in Winter Orbit

In Mars High Orbit, Baker finally opens the clone he purchased to keep him company. (clones)

Transit of Venus

The sea is full of mysteries. A lonely broken man finds solace in a beachside home. He is visited by a beautiful spirit of the sea and then that spirit's dark master. (tentacle, horror)

Jumper

Samual has lived for a long time honing his power. He jumps into other people's bodies. Still, even after so many adventures, a beautiful stranger can show him something new. (mind control)

Replacement

A "Dear John" letter and a very modern breakup aid. When David wakes up to find his wife gone, he finds a replacement left to comfort him.

Rejects

Novek was the only one on the spaceship besides the officers who has his own sex clone. The only reason he was able to get his was because he found her in the trash. Rejects tend to stick together. (clones)

Storm Warning

Caitlin loves her apartment, though her upstairs neighbor is a bit creepy. Or is he? Seems her mind is changing about him every day. (mind control)

Long Run

Those Earth girls break your heart every time. That's why it's better to just clone them a few times than try to get them to love you. (clones)

Unboxing

The message came while Leah was in a production meeting. She glanced at her watch and saw the truncated text message routed from her phone.

“Delivered today: ServiceBot R4900.GirlfriendMateria…”

She coughed and covered her watch face with her hand. Peter from accounting looked at her strangely and she rubbed her throat and mouthed “allergies.”

The rest of the day was anxious fretting around the office. She had another meeting at 4pm, but after that she could weasel out early.

“I have to run and pick something up at the pharmacy,” she said with a nervous smile.

No one cared. She often forgot how diligent she was and how everyone in the office left early all the time, especially on Fridays. It was one of the many ways she just didn’t understand her coworkers.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered besides getting home fast. She used the taxi app to get a car, something she never did, and was thankful for the technology that let her slip in a black sedan that knew exactly how to get her home without her having to speak to anyone.

Similarly, when she got home the doorman in her building nodded and said simply “your package is in front of your door, Ms. Douglas.”

And so it was. A minimalist black plastic crate almost exactly the size of a person with small wheels on the bottom. Good thing she didn’t care what the neighbors thought of her, though she knew most of them had maids or other electronic staff.

The crate smoothly rolled into her apartment just barely fitting the height of the door frame. It was all so easy, just like the order form online. No complicated questions or interactions. Just checkboxes and multiple choice questions and lists of options. It even came the exact day it was supposed to. It was so unlike life and dealing with people.

She sat on her couch, the box towering over her. She looked at the email on her phone, the instructions were very simple, mostly symbols. On the side of the box there was a fingerprint reader. She stood up and pressed her thumb against it. A low red light appeared on the box, a little pattern of red dots.

“Would you like to open your purchase?” A very soft voice asked.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to activate your R4 900 now?”

“Yes.”

“While I initiate the boot sequence please let me know what you would like the initial personality response to be. For example, you might want your R4900 to be excited, happy, nervous, frightened-”

She cut the soft voice off.

“I want her to be nice to me. Kind and quiet,” she said in a voice as low as the whisper like computer she spoke to.

The lights flashed. There was no response. The lights faded for a moment and then blinked again.

“Okay, I think I can do that. Please stand back,” the box said.

There were a few small sounds, like little locks clicking. The box split down the middle of the front and slowly opened.

Inside, there was a woman. She resembled the mockup in the app she had used to order her, but not exactly. Her hair was dirty blonde, as ordered, there were freckles, she was neither thin nor fat, but a pleasing middle weight, a comfortable look, like people she passed in the street. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light of the room. They were somewhere between blue and green.

She had a small nose, somewhat fine features, there was something fragile about her, birdlike. Leah swallowed and licked her lips.

“Hello,” the android said.

She wasn’t human. There were many subtle but obvious ways to see that. There was a flatness to her voice, though it was pretty. There was an unnatural way she looked around, like her motions were too smooth, too designed, if that made any sense. It was hard to pinpoint many of the other reasons way, but she wasn’t real.

Well, she was real, she was right there, but she wasn’t human. Leah knew that. That was the point.

The android wore a soft light blue summer dress. Her knees has a reddishness to them. She wore darker blue boat shoes.

“Hello,” Leah said back, reflexively.

“I’m Angela. It’s very nice to finally meet you,” she said with a smile.

Leah didn’t respond. She looked at the box and saw how it worked. She folded up the sides until they were just one six foot board. She put it aside. As she did, Angela stepped off the platform she was on and picked it up. She followed Leah and put it next to the board.

“I can take those down to the garbage if you like. Just let me know where to go,” Angela said sweetly.

Leah shook her head.

“Not now. Um, follow me.”

Angela followed her into the bedroom.

“Sit down on the bed, please,” Leah said, wondering why she said please.

It felt better to say please. She didn’t need to look too deeply into it, in fact she should just let herself do and say what she wanted. That was the whole point. The purchase was something to make her life better, not something to demand thought and stress.

Angela walked to the bed, turned, tucked her dress under her and sat.

“Your bed is very comfortable,” the android said with a warm smile.

Leah swallowed. She looked at her. Her freckles were beautiful. So many around her cheeks and on her ears. So many little patterns. It made her happy thinking that someone had a job that consisted of designing freckle patterns on sex robots.

Leah stood in front of her and leaned forward, she smelled her hair. As she did, Angela sat very still. It was another moment when her unrealness seemed more evident, as if she suddenly flipped into some other mode and was silent and still to be examined.

It helped. Leah wondered if the people who made her knew it helped. There was some gut level fear in her that Angela would demand something or be bored or get insulted. When she leaned down to smell her hair and Angela looked forward and her eyes went sort of unfocused, that let her know exactly what Angela was and the freedom Leah had.

Her hair smelled like shampoo and freshly cut grass. It soothed Leah and in some very deep unexplainable way made her painfully sad. She leaned down further and pressed her nose into her hair, buried her face in her hair, sniffing and rubbing her chin in the soft straw colored softness.

Leah let out a low wounded noise that sounded alien to her own ears. It was a sob. A long crying sound she would never let out in front of another person, nor would she really do alone. She let herself make the sound again, crying into Angela’s long hair.

“Can I hold you?” Angela whispered almost inaudibly.

“Yes,” Leah said, the word bursting out of her mouth between sobs.

Angela fell onto the bed and she laid next to Leah, her arms drawing Leah in, putting her head on her shoulder, cradling her and rocking.

Leah cried and cried until she cried herself to sleep. Angela made soothing little sounds. Coos and hushes. When Leah woke up it was almost dark outside.

“Would you like me to make you some food or order something for you?” Angela whispered.

It seemed like a very thoughtful thing. She was starving. She hadn’t eaten lunch and it was past dinner time.

Leah didn’t reply to her, she went to her phone, ordered the same Chinese dish she always got.

Something odd clicked in Leah’s brain. She had a habit of not answering people, ignoring them, leaving in the middle of conversations. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. Looking at Angela’s still smiling face, a rush of simple joy filled her. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t a person. All the stupid rules for talking or interacting with another person were meaningless with Angela.

“Angela you are beautiful and wonderful,” she said, to herself really.

“Thank you, that is a very sweet thing to say,” she said, her body language changing in that way that wasn’t quite natural.

“Would you like to have sex with me now?” she asked with a manicured timidness.

The invitation stirred desire in Leah. She laughed at how easy and predictable she was. Hugs on the bed and ordering food were nice, but she had ordered the top of the line model in the “Girlfriend Material” line for a reason.

“Not yet, I just ordered food,” she explained and went to set the table.

Angela watched her.

“I see how you like the table set, I can do it next time if you’d like,” she said.

Leah nodded.

“Just let me know if you want me to talk more or less,” Angela added.

Leah looked at her, expecting the hurt eyes people often showed when she didn’t react the way they wanted, but Angela looked content and caring.

“You are at a good level. Please bring me a glass of the white wine that is open in the refrigerator.”

She did, happily, quietly. After setting it down next to her, Angela stepped back near the counter. When the doorbell rang, Angela went to the door and got the food. She unpacked it and plated it. Leah watched silently, nodded or shaking her head as she was offered condiments, fork or chopsticks, more wine.

As Leah ate, she read the news on her phone, then realizing she had a new device she looked up at Angela.

“Are you connected to my apartment’s network?”

Angela smiled and took a step forward.

“Yes, you set that up online when you ordered me. I am fully connected and I have already downloaded an OS update and auto-installed it as per your selection,” she said in an almost airline stewardess announcement tone.

She liked that. In fact she liked her most when she was the least human looking. Leah sipped the cold tart wine and sighed contently.

“Bark like a dog.”

Angela made a silly childlike smile, she crouched down a little and put her hands up like a begging dog and she barked, once, twice, three times. It was a high little dog bark.

Leah laughed, she laughed harder than she had in awhile. It wasn’t even that funny, but there was such and absence of humiliation or even ego. The pretty woman in front of her was just barking for her enjoyment.

“Stop,” Leah said, coughing from laughing so hard.

“Good girl,” she added and was pleasantly rewarded with a little curtsy from Angela.

Leah considered that it felt wonderful to just look at Angela, ogle her even, while she ate.

“Can you take off all your clothes and tell me today’s news?”

Angela smiled brightly.

“Sure, I can do that for you,” she said, pulling off her dress easily over her head, folding it and putting it on the counter.

The android didn’t have any undergarments and Leah remembered requesting that specifically. She left her shoes and socks on.