An Arousing Anomaly [sci-fi, M/F, freeuse android]

“Lieutenant Anderson, good morning.”

A gentle female voice drifts to my ears, pulling me from the last dregs of sleep. My eyelids feel heavy, but a bright light permeates the thin skin, willing me to open them.

I am aware of a firm mattress supporting my body, and soft, cool sheets draped overtop. I am naked, save for a pair of rather silky boxer briefs. I carefully crack my eyes open to find an attractive woman perching on the bed beside me.

My muscles feel stiff and my thoughts are coming slowly. It’s as if they are swimming through a thick sludge, struggling to surface. I can’t seem to remember how I got here. I clear my throat and move to sit up.

“The disorientation you are experiencing is to be expected. It will fade over the next forty-eight hours. Please communicate any areas of pain or pressure, especially encompassing the cranial region.”

I gaze at the owner of the voice blearily, taking in her appearance. She is smiling warmly, but something seems a bit…off about her expression. She is wearing a white, form-fitted dress with a high collar. A centre zipper runs down the length of it, and a blue insignia is visible on the short capped sleeves. Her chestnut brown hair is shiny, unnaturally so, and is cut into a perfect bob.

“Please confirm, are you experiencing any discomfort?”

I run a hand over my head, feeling for any tenderness. There is nothing, but I discover instead that my hair has been buzzed very short. Has it always been this short? I trace the skin on my face, feeling along my jaw. I’m clean-shaven. Is that typical for me? Why can’t I seem to remember?

“Lieutenant Anderson, a response is required.”

“No,” my voice comes out gravelly, “I don’t think I’m in any pain. Where am I?”

A quiet panic starts to creep in as I fail to register what’s happening. I will my mind to recall memories from before I woke up in this bed, but it is a blank haze. The anxiety is accelerating the process of waking up, and I can feel my senses sharpening. I take in more details of the room, seeking any familiarity to ease my thoughts.

It appears that I have awoken in rather spacious sleeping quarters. Floor to ceiling windows fill the wall to my right, each covered with a thin shade that doesn’t allow a view outside, but floods the room in fresh daylight. There are two doors in the room, one on my left, and one in the corner by the windows. Every surface is smooth and clean, coloured in white or slate grey. The stark white sheets and short-pile carpet scream standard issue.

“You are in the transitory barracks at Salus star base, on the planet MK-414, colloquially known as Aureum. We are currently on day 276 of our orbit around Mirach. More specifically, you are in the Alpha Quadrant of the Andromeda galaxy, currently 2.5 million light-years from Earth. It is my pleasure to welcome you.”

Her voice is calm and reassuring, and it helps to quell the unease that was threatening to rise up. I am drawn to her mouth as she speaks, her lips are pouty and full with a perfect cupid’s bow outlining her upper lip. I drop my wandering gaze and attempt to interpret her uniform. It would be safe to assume she was a member of the medical staff, but I suppose it’s possible she’s a friend or even my superior. I study her face intently as I start to feel more focused and awake. Her countenance is bright but practised. Her skin is fair and smooth like porcelain, free from any wrinkle or blemish. She sits on the bed with a very straight posture, and makes no gestures while speaking. It wouldn’t be fair to simply call her pretty, she is *striking*. I certainly hope we know each other.

“You called me Lieutenant…was I injured while on duty? Why can’t I remember anything?”

“Your craft docked fourteen days ago. You have been slowly regaining consciousness after an extended period of stasis. I am happy to report that your recovery has been progressing as planned. Any remaining side effects should be minor and cease shortly.”

It’s her eyes that I can’t look away from now. They are the palest blue, and impossibly bright, almost as if they were glowing.

“What is my mission?”

“Your team has joined our settlement to aid in the population and protection of Aureum, one of three human colonies in the Alpha Quadrant.”

“And…who are you? Do we know each other? I’m sorry if we do, I can’t even seem to remember the first thing about myself.” I chuckle lightly at the ridiculous question.

She laughs, the sound is pleasant but peculiar. “I am Eden. I am a auxilium android. We have not met. I have been assigned to support your recovery, collect samples for testing, and act as a companion during your quarantine.”

“You’re an android?!” I gape at her, completely shocked. The technology is nearly flawless, and completely fascinating. It certainly explains her beauty, she’s custom built, so why not make her perfectly proportionate? The longer I look at her though, the more I zero in on subtle clues I missed initially. Her pale complexion shows no hint of veins running beneath the surface. The texture of her skin around the elbows, knuckles, and knees is impossibly smooth. I’m sure now I can see the glow in her eyes.

“I have been activated for the specific purpose of caring for you during this period of isolation. I am well versed in a number of engaging conversation topics including history, politics, literature, music, art, science, technology, and mathematics. I have been programmed to assist with essential medical services, culinary tasks, and sexual stimulation.”

“S-sexual stimulation?”

“Yes. Sexual intercourse is one of your most basic physiological needs. Additionally, our studies have found it is the most effective method for sample collection. Our previous participants have unanimously confirmed it made the process more enjoyable.”

“Sample collection?!”

“One of your objectives as part of the mission to populate Aureum includes the surrender of semen for testing and eventual insemination. I am capable of collecting these samples internally and dispensing them to our medical team post coitus.”

“I umm…that’s truly impressive, Eden. You are a marvel of science, and honestly, a work of art.”

My eyes now rove unashamedly over her body, taking in her trim waist and full breasts beneath the tight, white dress. It’s hard to get a good look at the rest since she is still sitting on the bed, but I bet she’s the whole package. It’s quite possible I haven’t been laid in centuries if I’ve been in a state of suspended animation. If this is a dream, I better take things by the reins before I wake up. If I have been captured, and this is their way of lulling me into a false sense of security, I don’t think I care. My brain is too foggy to think critically. She is the most animated and engaging sex toy I have ever dared to imagine. Whoever designed her wasn’t afraid to embrace the stereotypical male fantasy. I can feel my cock start to swell with anticipation.

“Your appreciation is noted. Would you like to engage in a sexual stimulation session forthwith?”

Eden stands up from the bed and I am graced with a view of her long legs, tipped with shiny white heels. She raises her hands to the zipper at the top of her dress, swiftly sliding it down until the garment parts open, revealing her body. Fuck me. Apparently there are no materials to spare in space for the production of lingerie, because she is completely bare beneath the dress. Bare and breathtaking. Her figure is absolutely incredible. Perky breasts with sweet, pink nipples spill free as the fabric falls away. She is slender with a flat stomach and lightly defined abs. I’m almost surprised to see that she has a belly button, but that was likely an aesthetic choice in her design. Her sex is hairless and smooth, framed by the beautiful flare of her hips. I throw off the sheets, and move to sit on the edge of the bed eagerly, no longer feeling like the invalid who woke up here.

“*Holy shit*. Engage! I mean, affirmative! Yes, commence session!” I lick my lips and gaze hungrily at her, my erection continuing to firm. “Listen, Eden, do you have a setting that allows you to speak more casually? ‘Forthwith’ isn’t exactly the type of language one expects to hear in the bedroom.” I reach forward and stroke both hands down her supple thighs. She is buttery soft and warm, as if real blood were heating her skin.

“I have a variety of personalities for you to choose from if my current demeanour isn’t appealing.” She turns quickly and crosses the room to a low counter. For a moment I’m wounded to have my exploring cut short, but then I catch my first view of her backside. Her ass is round and plump like a peach, and jiggles slightly as she walks. I stand, trailing after her like a puppy, my eyes glued to that ass. Oh the things I want to do to her, I’m practically salivating. She is the culmination of generations of horny nerds putting their heads together to create the most intelligent, capable, and skilled android that you can also **fuck**.

She folds her dress and deposits it neatly on the counter. Just as I’m about to cup both of my hands around her taunting ass, she turns again, holding a cuff covered with small buttons. My cock is throbbing painfully now, tenting my briefs, demanding to play with the best toy I’ve ever had. She slides the cuff on my left wrist, tightening it to fit snugly. I snake my right hand around her waist, pulling her towards me and smoothing it down her backside.

“These controls will assist with your ability to customize the experience, and match your preferences.”

I firmly grasp a handful of her luscious butt, squeezing it hard. Fuck she feels amazing.

“Uh huh…”

She releases my left hand, done with her task of clasping the cuff around my wrist. I immediately scoop it around to cup her other cheek, pulling her body against my swollen cock and grinding against her.

“The coloured buttons control my character. My default is blue, The Companion.”

Already entranced by her body, I’m barely listening. I pull one hand back to slap her sharply on the ass. The sound is so satisfying, her butt wobbling with the impact. I repeat the motion again on the other cheek, burying my mouth against the crook of her neck, licking and tasting her skin. She tastes incredible, like sweet sweat and honey. Her scent is hypnotising as well, the perfect blend of pheromones, likely tailor made for me. I’m going insane but she is so *stiff*. I stop sucking on her neck, and glance at the cuff on my wrist, finding four other coloured button options: **black**, **pink**, **red**, and **white**.

“What do the other colours mean?”

Still distracted, I grope at her breasts, rolling my thumbs around her nipples and feeling them stiffen at my touch. They thought of everything.

“Our research team learned that discovery is rated well during the review portion of these experiences. I encourage you to test each character to find the best match for your needs. You can switch at any time. Please, allow your curiosity to guide you.”

My curiosity is guiding me to suck on these gorgeous tits. I dip my head forward, wrapping my lips around her nipple, lapping it with my tongue. Anything would be an improvement over this sexy starfish routine though. I reluctantly remove my hands from her body, leaning away a moment to push the **red** button on the controls.

I watch Eden’s eyes glaze over. Her icy blue irises fade, returning again with a red glow. Her posture suddenly softens and she brings both hands up to cup my face, her brows creasing to form a small worried expression.

“Darling!” She gasps dramatically, “You’ve been gone for so long, I’ve missed you terribly.” She throws her arms around me, holding me in tight embrace, “I have thought only of you and your body pressed against mine in the heat of the night. I am not whole without you.”

With the click of a button she is a whole new person, one filled with desire and passion (or with the ability to portray it convincingly anyway). Her eyes burn into mine and I’m drawn to that pouty mouth again. Strange, I don’t remember it being this cherry red tint before…her hair also seems to have morphed into soft curls, no longer a perfect smooth bob…not important, not important! I pounce on her, capturing those plump lips, kissing and sucking. My tongue snakes out and explores her mouth, massaging her tongue with mine. She whimpers happily, pressing her breasts against me. Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue soft and tangling with mine. Bless whoever programmed this robot to french kiss, her mouth is incredible. I moan into her, hungry for so much more. I break away, overwhelmed with choices of how to proceed.

She strokes her hands lovingly down my chest, “I knew we would be together again. Let’s celebrate your return by making sweet love.”

Grasping her thighs, I hoist her up, holding her around my hips. She is surprisingly light for such a complicated piece of machinery. I plant her on the countertop and spread her knees wide, her feet still adorned with her shiny heels. Hooking my thumbs into my briefs I yank them down and kick them aside. My cock springs free, ready to claim her glistening pussy. I reach out and stroke it with my fingers, coating them in her wetness. I fist my erection with my other hand, stroking down the length as two fingers part her lips and dive inside. How can she possibly feel this *real*?! I pump her roughly, stretching the walls of her tight little pussy.

She moans, gripping my shoulders and grinding her pelvis into my hand. “My love, you tease me so. My body craves your touch.”

I pull out of her slit, examining the slippery juices coating my fingers before sucking them into my mouth. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. Just like the real thing. I’d never have guessed you could bottle this stuff.

I move forward, pushing her legs even further apart, and line the head of my cock up with her entrance. I grab her hips and with one forceful thrust, push into her, stretching her around my girth. The tight hold around my cock is dizzying, squeezing and wrapping me in warmth. I pull back and thrust again, pushing deeper, digging my fingers into her flesh. Again, I slide out part way, slamming in hard, bottoming out deep inside her.

“Oh fuck yes…” I breathe reverently.

I lose all control in that moment, yanking her forward to the very edge of the counter, slamming into her again and again while I squeeze her ass.

“Darling, you’re going to make me come!” She moans and I claim her mouth in another kiss, thrusting my tongue in roughly, tasting her. I run my hands up her body wildly, cupping her bouncing tits, and fisting her hair in my hand.

I lift her off the counter, bouncing her on my dick while her legs wrap around me, and my nails dig into her soft flesh. She cries out, her voice ringing in my ears, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

The walls of her pussy pulse around my length as I thrust up into her. It’s pushing me to the edge, and suddenly I feel my knees start to buckle. I drop her back on the counter, immediately picking up the pace as she cries out again in programmed ecstacy. I’m panting heavily, my heart thundering in my chest as my orgasm finally breaks through. A feral moan escapes me as I erupt, spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside her. I cling to her, my whole body shaking as I slam inside a few more times before stopping.

“Sample collected.” An oddly pleasant voice spills from her lips, and I jolt my head back to look at her, my softening cock still buried inside.

Her irises have shifted back to their blue colouring, and she smiles warmly back at me with pink lips and not a single hair out of place.

“Did you enjoy your first session, Lieutenant Anderson?”

I slide out of her carefully and step back, still panting and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“That was a little abrupt! You really need to warn a person before you switch like that!”

I gape at her bare breasts, her legs still spread wide open on the counter, my cum dripping from her slit. An absurd contrast to her flight attendant cadence.

“Noted. Thank you for your feedback. I will alter the settings for your next session. Please, relax on the bed while I gather supplies for freshening up.”

Eden closes her legs and rises from the counter, walking to the corner of the room where she disappears through a sliding door. She seems completely unconcerned by my seed slipping down her inner thigh.

Exhausted, I slump down at the foot of the bed and fall back to the mattress. My heartbeat is starting to slow, but I worry if that was potentially too much activity for someone freshly thawed from intergalactic travel.

She returns a moment later, clean and dry, carrying a tray with a few small items. Still completely naked, save for her shoes, she hands me a cup of water and a small, round biscuit.

“Please sit up to consume these, it will provide rapid sustenance. Drink slowly.”

I do as I’m told. The biscuit is very dry and coats my tongue thickly. It reminds me of porridge but with a salty, savory aftertaste. I would expect the food to taste better, but maybe they put all their efforts into concocting the best flavour imitation of female arousal. Who am I to judge those priorities? I drink the water gratefully, and it refreshes me.

Eden kneels at my feet and begins to wipe my skin with a warm cloth. She starts on my thigh, clearing away my release. I lay back on the mattress again, stretching my arms above my head, and enjoying her soothing touch. Her attentions move to my crotch, cupping my balls and gently wrapping around my dick. I thought my body was completely spent, but I start responding to her touch.

“Eden,” I moan softly, “that feels really good.” I spread my legs wider, blood already rushing to harden me.

“A substantial increase in libido is a common side effect after stasis. The nurishment provided will assist with fueling you through this period. As with the other side effects, this should subside within forty-eight hours. I believe my continued manual stimulation may result in an erection. Would you like me to stop?”

“Ugh, Eden, I’m sorry but your dirty talk is brutal. Keep going, just let me activate one of your other characters.”

She continues to wipe my skin with the plush cloth, extending special attention to my growing cock, but there’s no spirit in it. I need some enthusiasm.

I look at the cuff again and think about which colour I should test out next. **Red** bought me a passionate lover, perhaps **pink** would be just as sweet. I press the button, sitting back up to watch the change come over Eden.

Her eyes stare off, losing their glow and she drops the cloth on the tray. A pink hue lights them again. I watch her hair relax into waves, the ends transitioning to be tipped in pink. Lastly, there is a darkening around her eyes, painting them in shadow and lining them in black. What a neat trick. I smirk, my cock twitching excitedly, as I wait for my next playmate to embody the android.

Eden tilts her head to the side and bites her lip. “Choke me with your cock and make me swallow your cum. I need to be punished.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uquf66/an_arousing_anomaly_scifi_mf_freeuse_android