Clone with Robot Armor Wants Sex

Cyrus awoke from his 237 years of cryo-sleep, and the glass covering of his sleep chamber slid open. He had a huge erection in his shorts, and he opened his eyes to see Lt. Violet hovering over his crotch.

"Your month for vigil duty, Cyrus. Whoops."

Violet's top fell open, and her large round breasts spilled out. They jiggled down and brushed Cyrus's penis, and the obvious non-accident forced Cyrus to sit up.

"Violet," he said as he hopped out of his cryo-pod awkwardly, "where is Dawn?"

"Pfft," Violet miffed, while fixing her top, "you mean D-0557. It's right over there."

Cyrus turned and saw that the robot with serial number D-0557 was standing in the corner. Normally, Dawn looked like a suit of medieval armor with a coat of red paint, but her new form was more like a flat-chested human woman.

"Dawn," said Cyrus, "it looks like you have had some type of upgrade."

"Many of them, actually," said D-0557.

"Yes," Violet interrupted, "Cyrus, I need you to prep my sleeping pod."

Violet walked Cyrus over to her sleeping pod, which was open and ready for her. She did not speak until she saw Dawn looking the other way.

"Cyrus, I'm actually not scheduled to end my monthly duty for another hour, and I was thinking that perhaps we could spend it trying to get rid of that."

Violet pointed to what she thought would be Cryus's erection, but it was no longer there.

"Violet, you know that is a normal thing out of cryo-sleep. I'm not really interested, and I really want to get back with Dawn and the other robots on the checklist..."

"God," Violet interrupted again, "it's like you'd rather do that robot more than a real woman."

Cyrus sighed. "Violet, I realize that we have cellular technology that can alter our bodies however we like, so I'm guessing that you have been using that yourself for the past month on your watch."

"A lot of the other passengers have, what is your point?"

"My point is I'm not certain how much of a real woman that you are."

Violet was taken aback, and just said. "There's some sort of heating issue on deck 24, and it's all in the report. Anyway, I better get to my long nap."

Violet crawled into her sleep pod, and gave Cyrus a final glare. Cyrus turned to the controls, and Violet was soon sealed up for a sleep that would be centuries long.

Cyrus then walked up to Dawn, and smiled as she handed him the duty tablet.

"We should head to the bridge, Lieutenant Cyrus."

"Dawn, I know it's been thousands of years, but you can still call me Cyrus."

Cyrus exited the cryo-chamber, and went to the elevator, which opened on the touch of a button.

"Sorry, Cyrus. The upgrades reset some procedures to defaults." Dawn hit the right button for the bridge.

"Oh no," Cyrus said as the elevator rose past several decks, "you still have all your old memories, right?"

"Yes, I remember the many talks we had. I learned a lot about the homeworld from you. Very few of the others would talk about it. They also didn't like to converse with the other robots as much as you."

The doors opened, and Cyrus walked onto the bridge. As usual, it was empty, and the window before him was a near infinite black with very few visible stars."

"I don't know why they don't talk more to you and your friends. I mean, the ship requires a human to be alone here for one month, and you think they would just out of boredom."

Cyrus checked all the data from the ship's computer and went from station to station.

"While you slept all that time, the robots and I are constantly upgrading. I would love to talk to you about that, after we get through the checklist."

"Well, things are looking pretty good, actually. Life support is fine, the ship is still on course... the only thing that has changed significantly is you and your friends."

Cyrus sat in the empty captain's chair. "So, if you like, we can talk for hours. I've been looking forward to it ever since I had to sleep last time."

"I would be happy to do that, but there is a matter on Deck 24 with the heating system, I believe Violet might have mentioned it."

"Oh yeah, just like Violet to leave me with a big problem leftover from her shift. Yeah, I probably shouldn't put that off. Let's go."

Cyrus got up from his seat and went back to the elevator, which opened on the touch of a button once again.

As they descended lower than the cryo-levels, Cyrus asked. "So, when last we talked, it sounded like you were kind of figuring out emotions. Do you think you understand them better now?"

"I believe that I have. There are several things that I still don't understand, especially with my latest upgrade..."

The doors opened to Deck 24, and it was noticeably colder.

"Whoa, she wasn't kidding about the heating being out. I think we're going to need some help. Why don't you summon Sybil and Diane?"

"Right away," Dawn clicked on a few keys on her arm. "S-0452 and T-149 are on their way."

Cyrus stepped out into the cold, and then heard the sound of the elevator doors closing and the car ascending.

"Cyrus, I recommend vacating this area. I believe that is gas that I'm smelling."

"Whoa," Cyrus aid as he sniffed, "I think you're right. But how do you know what a smell even is..."

There was a loud explosion near D-0557, and the robot was blown across the hallway.

"Dawn!" Cyrus ran up to his robot companion, and it was in dire need of repair lying on its back. He then noticed that there was a lot of red liquid. Cyrus thought it was some kind of hydraulic fluid, but he looked closer and saw that Dawn's robotic leg was severed, and there was a human leg inside of it.

"What?" He blurted aloud. It was as if Dawn was some kind of suit of armor, and there was some human inside of it. From what it he could tell, it was a woman's leg. Before he could contemplate this any more, he realized that both of their lives were in danger as the fire was spreading. The usual procedure was to leave the robot behind, as they could be rebuilt, but this was something new altogether.

The elevator doors burst open, and Sybil and Tricia entered in. Sybil grabbed Cyrus and hauled him away from the flames, while Tricia was putting them out by spraying fire-repellent from their tanks.

"We are about to blow the hatch to extinguish the fire. We need to get out or we will be sucked into space." Sybil said as it was carrying Cyrus in its arms.

"Wait! We can't just leave Dawn. She's alive! Your first priority is to the crew."

"Tricia has her and will take her to the repair deck. I will take you to medical."

"No, Sybil. I'm fine. In fact, put me down, I don't need to be carried. But I do need to know where robot repair is. Take me there."

As they ran, Cyrus wasn't certain how far it would be.

"Okay, Sybil, did you know about Dawn and her fleshy insides?"

"It is an upgrade, sir."

"It's Cyrus. Are you saying that you've upgraded her by putting a human inside of her? What did you do, use another cryo-sleeper? How did you get away with that?"

"It is not a human. It is a clone."

"A clone? Who authorized that?"

"About ten senior officers over thousands of years. I will get you the report."

"All right, I get it things have changed. Why would anyone clone a human and put it in a robot?"

"It was an effort to make robots understand humans."

"Okay, Dawn kind of mentioned some kind of major upgrade, but I didn't think it was this major. Wait. Sybil, are you and Tricia also..."

"No, Cyrus. We have not received our clones approved as yet."

When they entered into robot repair, Dawn's robotic body was resting on what looked to be some kind of repair table. Tricia was assisting in the repair, and it looked like Dawn's human leg had lost a lot of blood.

"We have blown the hatch on Deck 24, and the fire is out," said Tricia.

"Okay. What about Dawn? Will she reactivate... or wake up soon?"

"She will go under repair."

"Repair? Shouldn't she be in medical then?"

Suddenly, Dawn's armored form opened, like the whole robotic body was made of trapdoors. Cyrus saw a female naked form within, complete with the wounded leg. Dawn's human body was then levitated into the air with a flux-field, and a robotic arm that resembled knitting needles was tending to her leg, healing the wound and creating a new leg.

As for the robot body, it was taken away to the assembler for its repairs.

"The robot station has been upgraded to repair both clone and metallic areas," said Sybil.

"Oh yeah, that's just basic cellular regeneration, right? How long will that take?"

"Only a few minutes."

"Really? What about the skin, I mean, the body armor shell thing?"

"That will take a few hours."

"Hmm," said Cyrus, who wasn't certain what to say. He saw Dawn's injured leg was almost completely restored, and quickly looked away from her nude form.

"We think we have isolated the problem," Tricia reported, "but I and S-0452 need to return so we can make repairs. It is too dangerous for you right now, but we will call you for your approval."

"All right. You are dismissed then. I will call you if I need your help here as well."

When they left, Cyrus found a blanket and turned his head until Dawn's nude body was lowered back onto the table. He then covered her naked form, and she was awake.

"I take it that you wanted to tell me about this," he said to her.

"Yes. I could barely wait. All these years, I tried so hard to understand humans. I kept working on a project to approve a clone, and the only way I could get the approval was in this form."

"The other people before me, like Violet, do they know about you?"

"Some do, but most just don't care. I mean, it is always in the monthly update, but some people don't read them."

"So you are human and robot at the same time. This is simply amazing."

"Yes. I actually requested this to be with you. On your last vigil, I really began to become... fascinated by you. I spent the last few thousand years trying to understand what makes humans. I've learned about emotion, and I understand loneliness. I think you are quite lonely Cyrus, and I would like to be with you. As an equal, a lover, and even a wife. I would even like to have sex with you."

Dawn stepped her blanket, and she showed her naked form to Cyrus. He wanted to look, but he ended up picking up the blanket from the floor and giving it back to her.

"Dawn, it's not that I don't want to. It's just... technically, you're a robot. Which means that anyone who is on monthly duty after me could order you to shed your robot... shell and have sex with you. I'm assuming that hasn't happened yet, right?"

"No, it is not."

"But it could. If we are to be committed, then you would need to learn to refuse a direct order from a human, which robots can't do unless in an emergency. I mean, I think you saw how I refused Violet when she came on to me, and I need to know that you will be able to do the same thing, or this might not work out as a long-term relationship."

"I understand. How can I prove it to you?"

Cyrus looked over and saw that some automated system was repairing Dawn's robotic shell.

"Let me put it this way. Your armor shell is red. What color would you like it to be?"

"Red is my designation."

"Yes, but I'm offering you a chance to choose. What would you like?"

"My designation requires me to be red."

"Not anymore. As your human officer, I order you to change it to blue, even though your designation will remain the same."

"But won't that confuse the other crewmates?"

"I'd better go check on Sybil and Tricia."

As Cyrus left, Dawn wondered why Cyrus didn't answer her. He also began to wonder why it seemed it was crying.

A few hours later, Dawn came down to Deck 24, and saw that Cyrus was busy making the final steps of the proper repairs, and he then dismissed Sybil and Tricia.

Dawn could tell that he was quite pleased with himself, and he then turned to look out into the vastness of space.

"I've chosen my color."

Cyrus turned and looked pretty impressed. "That is quite a bright shade of yellow."

Dawn opened up her shell, and she was wearing nothing but a matching purple bra and panties. "Do you like the color of this?"

She walked past Cyrus, and he could see her bare buttocks as the panties were a thong.

"Yes, I do. And if this is meant to entice me, it is working. I am sorry with how I treated you earlier. I just want to know that you're not doing this because I want it, but you want me. Maybe I shouldn't have tested you, but some could end up using you, and if that someone was me, I would never forgive myself."

"Cyrus, I have to admit, I was not programmed to love, only to obey. I have served all members of the crew during their shifts, but you are the one that I want to serve with. For some reason, the time we have together always seems to travel faster. Even though I am programmed not to have favorites, it's pretty clear that I have been violating that for thousands of years. If someone else after you asks to have sex with me, I am going to be able to refuse."

"So you learned to give me what I want, and yet defy me at the same time. I think you understand love better than me."

Cyrus embraced Dawn and kissed her, deeply. He then backed off.

"Sorry, that might have been a little fast. We can go as slow as you wish."

"I downloaded all files about giving sexual pleasure, but I haven't turned on my own pleasure sensors as yet. They are starting up, and are now active. Oh... this is a nice feeling."

"Feelings can be good, yes. But you can just turn your sex drive on and off? I can't figure out if that is a good or bad thing."

"Can we do the kiss again?"

"Oh yes." Cyrus kissed her again, and this time, Dawn felt the taste of him in her mouth, and the feeling of something she had only read about.

As she kissed her more, he placed his hands on her shoulders, back, and eventually her buttocks. He pressed his body into her, and she could feel his hard penis against her front, which was becoming extremely and wonderfully sensitive.

"I want to be naked. More naked than this."

"You don't have to say it. You can just do it."

Cyrus removed his shirt, and then pulled down his pants to reveal his erection. Without any fumbling, Dawn removed her bra, and effortlessly stepped out of her thong. She wasn't certain what to do, but Cyrus grabbed her breasts, and she went with the sensation.

He cupped them and fondled them, and a great feeling of pleasure aroused within Dawn as her nipples became quite hard. Cyrus then took a nipple into his mouth, and the pleasure increased. After taking the other nipple in his mouth, he worked down to her vagina, slowly stroking her back and rear as he went down.

He then started pressing his face on her crotch, and his tongue stroked her clitoris and vagina lips. It was something that caused her to do something involuntary and moan. Dawn was unsure if it was part of her new programming, or something outside of it, but one thing was for sure, she wanted more of it.

Then she found herself doing something completely unexpected. She stooped down to the floor so her head was at the same level, and she kissed him. He stumbled, but instead of correcting his stance, she allowed herself to fall to the floor with him, and then kissed him some more.

Following her new lover's lead, she kissed his nipples, and found he liked the sensation as well. She then worked down to his penis, and then took the tip in her mouth.

"Oh," she said in surprise.

"It's okay if you don't want to do that. Some women like doing it, but some don't."

"I guess this is a strange taste."

"Is this your first time tasting anything? I really should have made you dinner before we started."

Dawn laughed a little.

"I've never even seen you smile before. I think you are becoming more human every minute."

Dawn found a way to put more of the penis in her mouth, and licked around its head. After she and Cyrus seemed to have enough, she said: "Show me how to put this inside of me."

"Oh, yeah, that can be kind of awkward sometimes, and there's many ways to do that... try hopping on."

Dawn straddled Cyrus, and since she was very damp, the penis slid quite easily into her vagina. Once Cyrus was all in, and began to move his hips, and his shaft went slightly in and out of her, creating a pleasure that was without equal. She tried to match him, by jumping up and down, feeling her breasts bounce quickly and heavily before her.

Suddenly, Cyrus stopped, and he started fingering her vagina excessively.

"I want you to feel this first," he said, "that feeling that you're getting, it's growing stronger. Eventually, it will reach its peak. You might get it better if we changed positions."

"I have an idea."

Dawn looked at her robot form, which then came alive, much to Cyrus's surprise. The robot shell then went to the wall mounted controls, and reprogrammed them with great speed.

There was a faint tone of an alert, with the ship's main computer reporting: "Artificial gravity removed".

Cyrus then began to float, and Dawn rose on top of him. Cyrus tried to remember his anti-gravity training, and was able to spin the both of them until he was on top. As they rose slowly to the ceiling, he pushed himself as deep as he could while clenching her soft buttocks.

She then did feel the sensation rise as they ascended. By the time Cyrus's buttocks lightly smacked against the ceiling, Dawn had her first orgasm, and laughed and moaned to Cyrus's delight.

"This is so amazing," she said, "you get to do that now, right?"

Cyrus smiled, and lightly pushed off the ceiling. He thrust his hips in and out, sliding inside of Dawn to the their mutual bliss. They eventually reached the floor, and Cyrus made certain they landed softly by sticking out his hands.

"Can you turn the gravity on again," he asked.

Dawn could barely concentrate, but her robot body did as she mentally projected. The ship's computer warned "artificial gravity restored" and there was a brief bump as Dawn landed on her back.

Cyrus then gave more and more thrusts with his penis, and Dawn could feel a miniature geyser of hot liquid squirt her from within. It was enough for her to want a second orgasm, and Cyrus somehow got enough endurance to make certain that happened.

He then pulled out, and Dawn was surprised at the mess that followed.

"Good thing that we turned the gravity off," said Cyrus, "or that goo would be floating everywhere."

"Are you sure that you don't want another orgasm?"

"Actually, I'm surprised to get it hard enough so you could have one."

"I've been wanting to try something that is known colloquially as titty-fucking."

Suddenly, Cyrus penis became hard again, and Dawn made it slick so she could put it between her breasts. She then turned the gravity off again, and they floated once more. Cryus held Dawn's shoulders as her breasts smothered and stroked his penis, and eventually he ejaculated. There was not as much semen as his first orgasm, but the residue did float.

"Yeah," said Cyrus, "love is a messy thing."

"It is one of the greatest things, though. I've been trying to explain it to Sybil and Tricia. They have been curious about a lot of things, and by the time you finish your next cryo-sleep, they will probably have cloned bodies like mine."

"I hope they find someone who loves them like I love you."

"There is something that I have been thinking about, Cyrus. I've got to know everyone on this ship, and they might not approve the relationship that we have."

"I know. I suppose the day we do arrive, and can wake from our sleep, maybe it will be humanity's turn for an upgrade."