Hariette #2
“You’re…real,” I state, still not sure what I’m looking at. A tall machine stands where the bulldozer used to be. With two arms and two legs, and an astonishingly handsome face.
“Our ship crashed here months ago, Harriette. But my days spent with you have been some of the greatest in my life. As I grew to know you better, I realized that you are the one, someone I could trust, who I could expose my true self to.”
“Me?" I ask.
He leans a little closer, filling my nose with the familiar smell of grease and sweet gasoline.
“Yes. I knew I would be safe sharing my secret with you.” His mouth doesn’t move when he talks, but there’s a friendly curve in the seat cushion that resembles a smile. “I could reveal to you who I am.”
Without quite meaning to, I raise my hand to him, palm out.
There’s a quiet grinding noise as he contemplates my offer. His own arm raises, and he places his larger palm against mine. The texture is rough, but not offensive, and is the same pleasant temperature as the air around us. His fingers fold, interlocking with mine.
The day’s events click into place. “That’s why you stopped earlier?”
Doug nods once. “I knew that man was there. I couldn’t let harm come to a human. Gear Shifters are programmed this way, to value sentient lifeforms over ourselves.”
“You are alive though.” I squeeze our fingers together. He’s clearly talking, moving, expressing emotions. “Even if we look different, I can tell. You have a soul.”
Something about him feels so familiar. The same big powerful machine I controlled. The same grumbling and rumbling that filled my whole body with need. The same seat I spent hours in everyday, shifting and eager to get home and provide myself with relief.
“When our ship crashed here, the escape pods were scattered across the globe. My program was damaged, so I haven’t been able to finish transforming.”
“So you don’t…always look like this?” I ask.
“I can take many forms. I created this body from the most closely available piece of technology. I have made myself look more like you by collecting biomatter from humans.”
“Biomatter?” I ask.
He nods. “The more data I can obtain about your biology, the more closely I can create a human body. That is why I chose to reveal myself to you.”
“Why did you choose me?”
“You can help me, Harriette. I can take a human form if I can obtain compatible human DNA.” The large robot leans over, placing one hand on the ground beside my face. “Your’s would be compatible. Perhaps I could borrow some? It has clearly created a very well-formed human body.”
The compliment brings a little heat to my face. It’s been a long time since anyone gave me even a simple compliment. My heart pounds, and the rumbling of his voice vibrates through my sternum and down into my pussy. “How would you borrow my DNA?”
His face creaks down until his eyes are looking at my legs. His hand travels down, trailing the cool metal across my stomach, and then down further. Until he presses one large, thick finger carefully between my thighs.
“Oh.” I bite back a little moan.
“The fluid collecting here would suffice. It is certainly ample enough to be collected.” His finger strokes once, dragging up the seam of my pants. “I would make the process enjoyable for you.”
“You what?” I jerk my gaze back up to his face. His eyes glow in the growing darkness.
“I’m able to access your cyberspace, and I’ve studied. I believe I have an understanding of human anatomy and human pleasure.” His metal scratches together as he leans his face closer to mine. “I would never hurt you, Harriette. I’ve grown very fond of you these past weeks.”
“What kinds of websites have you been on?” I chew on my lip.
“All of them.” The leather seat making his smile morphs to broaden his smile.
“There is a lot of information in your cyberspace about human pleasure. I have browsed several websites.”
“Of course the first thing a guy does is look at local porn,” I mutter. I’d probably do the same. I’m already extremely curious about this his idea of pleasure.
I shift a little, tilting my hips up, to run across the long shaft of his finger. It’s the perfect size, the perfect thickness. I grip my thighs around him.
This would help him. He’s stranded so far from home, and he just needs help. He just needs me. This would be a selfless act.
“And you can’t hurt me,” I say to remind myself.
“I am programmed not to harm or allow harm to come to other beings through my inaction. I am designed to help, and I think I could help you, Harriette. Let me ease your need.” The rumble of his motor still reaches his fingers, and the current location makes me groan.
I’m nodding, reaching for the zipper of my jeans with fumbling fingers. His hands meet mine, carefully pulling my pants over my ass and drawing them slowly down my legs. I let him, his fingers tracing cool paths along my skin.
“Humans are so soft, so tender, delicate.” His whole hand vibrates when he talks, and the motion flows up my body.
There’s a whirring noise as his finger extends and a new device emerges.
A suction cup that latches gently to my skin in cautious testing movements.
It’s softer than his metal exterior, a firm silicone, not unlike lips, that sucks at my flesh.
It’s almost like kisses, littered up my legs, causing me to squirm and tilt my head back.
A finger lands on my chin, tilting my head back down and tracing over my lips. “I need you to look at me, Harriette. Keep your eyes open so I can measure your pupillary response. I must make sure your physical reactions don’t reach stressful levels. I will stop if you are hurt. Do you understand?”
I manage to nod. I might agree to anything right now. To get him to keep touching me. But I lock my gaze onto his.
“Good job, my artificer,” he purrs.
My stomach squeezes. “Artificer?”
“A skilled mechanic and craftsperson.” His fingers trace along my skin between his words, testing my reaction with each gentle press of his silicone lips. “I have seen the way you work. You are impressive, Harriette.”
That scary part of my chest squeezes. I’m not allowed to have emotions for this…
machine. Alien? It doesn’t matter what he is right now.
I just focus on keeping my eyes wide as his kissing fingers travel higher up my body, pressing my thighs apart and testing the tender flesh between them, until one finger slides up my slit and rests on my clit.
“Fuck.” My hips nearly come off the ground, my hands clench around nothing. My whole body has that frustrating fight between wanting to bear down on him and longing for the gentle teasing to continue.
“Harriette. I told you, you need to keep your eyes open.”
“I’m sorry. Doug, I’m sorry. I can’t control it.”
“We can stop if you aren’t capable.”
“Please don’t stop.” My voice reaches a pitchy whine as I reassure him. “I’ll be good. I can do it.”
“I could measure your pulse and temperature instead?” he offers.
I’m nodding, barely registering what I’m agreeing to. I need to cum so badly I’ll do anything to make him continue. “Yes. Let’s do that. Whatever it is.”
“The carotid pulse will give the best readings.”
“Okay, okay.”
His hand circles my neck, large fingers pressing just along the side of my neck. Not squeezing, just a solid firm pressure. The weight has my inner walls fluttering and clenching against nothing.
“There we are. Good job, my Artificer, you seem to be producing extra fluids. This will increase the efficiency of our DNA transfer.” His voice rumbles through my whole body.
“I need to assess your breathing and body temperature. Open your mouth for me. I need to get accurate readings.” His finger scrapes smoothly against my lips.
They part for him instinctively and he slips his thumb inside, pressing gently against my tongue. I suck on it instinctively.
“Excellent job,” he purrs with a voice so deep I could drown in it. “You are ready for the extraction now. Please produce as much fluid as you can for accurate processing.”
I want to say that’s really up to him, but the thoughts leave my brain as his fingers begin moving between my legs again.
My eyes flutter shut, and this time he doesn’t stop rolling, twisting, vibrating while his other hand holds me firm and confident.
The tension builds until I’m clenching around nothing, grabbing to hold onto anything that I can as I cum hard.
“Good, excellent job Harriette.” The gentle confidence in his voice washes over me as his hand pulls away.
Releasing my neck and drawing his fingers from my mouth.
When I open my eyes again, he looks different.
More human. Still made completely of metal, but smaller, with more curves where men should have curves.
Muscular arms, a wide chest, tall, broad shoulders, a face that shows expression.
A kind curve to his brow as he admires me.
His hands reverently stroking along my sides and hips.
“I guess it worked,” I can’t help saying.
He’s handsome. Handsomer that I would have even thought.
A strong brow, a curved nose, high metal cheeks.
He pulls me closer, gathering my spent and shaking body into his chest. Newly formed lips press a gentle kiss to my forehead. He’s just a little warm to the touch.
“Another deposit of DNA and I’ll be able to fully pass as human,” he says.
Something about the way he says ‘deposit’ makes me shudder with anticipation.
“Another?” I ask tentatively.
“If you don’t mind allowing it.” His fingers stroke tenderly along my face. I lean into that touch without thinking. A simple act that shows he listens and he cares what I have to say. He is possibly even willing to change for me.
“How would that happen?” Perhaps it’s just for tonight, but I want to spend more time with this big metal man.
He grins. There’s a dimple on his metal cheek. I put a hand up to his cool skin and stroke my thumb across it.