Machine Empire Girls Are Easy

Life was boring for him, in the sense that things never really surprised him. And after all, why would they, considering that he lived in a city that was nearly under constant attack from some manner of evil space aliens, where large robots battled even bigger and uglier monsters, and people ran around in what was akin to spandex suits with weapons of mass destruction under the guise of saving the day, even though any normal person would have likely abused their position? Oh, he wished he lived in the Marvel universe, or the DC universe. Shit, he even wished he lived in the Big Bad Bettleborg universe, but he was living in Angel Grove; it was a curious place that seemed to expand forever in California, a place that sucked up so much land that one might consider it almost a small state in its own right. That goddamned park alone was huge.

He was minding his own business, walking along with nowhere to go really; downtown was once again closed off due to a Megazord battle between the Power Rangers and some big, alien machines. The news didn't cover it; who would, considering how old news this shit was after all the years. He figured he was out of the danger zone; sometimes it felt like the same buildings were destroyed over and over again, even if they were in different parts of downtown.

He could hear the sound of the battle clear as day; too many explosions for his liking, even when they didn't seem to do any damage at all. Maybe they were all covered with some kind of paint that went up in flames and smoke the instant anything brushed against it, or maybe they just did that to increase the drama. Hell, he even considered that this was, in-fact, the longest running live action TV series of all time; literally live action, taking place in downtown... and the quarry. And the seemingly huge and equally seemingly abandoned factory area near the water.

But that was crazy talk; he could believe in space aliens, giant robots and spandex clad heroes, but all of that as just a TV show? Nah, couldn't happen. Who the Hell would watch THAT?

A huge explosion tore through the air, a huge mushroom like cloud filled the sky; seems like the Rangers won again. But what the Hell was that whistling noise, and why did his hair stand on end? At first he could barely hear it, but as the moments passed it grew louder... louder... louder... like it was coming close. Looking up, he couldn't actually see anything, what with the smoke and dust from the explosion that didn't seem to have any negative effects on the health of the people. Then he saw it coming in for a landing, and he freaked out.

"OH SHIT!"

He cried out and panicked, then tried to hide. It seemed like a chunk of one of the alien robots the Rangers fought, and it was coming in fast; it seemed like it was going to hit him! So, hiding behind a pole and hoping for the best, he waited for the collision that never happened. What did happen, though, was a very loud clanking noise and a thud as whatever it was slammed into the ground of a vacant lot that was within a short distance of himself.

Guess he overreacted a bit on that, but then so would anybody if they saw an alien robot flying out of the sky, whistling like a bomb and heading in their general direction.

Slowly, he came upon the machine in the vacant lot; it looked Humanoid, about his height. He cocked his head as he drew closer, peering at the form before him; it looked a bit like a woman. Yes, a metal woman... a female robot. Or rather, android. No, wait; it was gynoid; he remembered that from school. So, it was a GYNOID clad in, from the looks of it, a pink sort of leotard outfit, with a ruffle of material --perhaps an attempt at a skirt-- along the hip opening of her outfit. She even had shoulder pads and what looked like, from behind, a bit of chest armor; but he couldn't be sure until he saw her chest.

But why would a machine need chest armor? Did she have stainless steel tits she didn't want scratched up?

"Curious..."

He mumbled as he came to a halt, still unsure as to if it would spring to life and kill him. Quickly, he surveyed the area and found a lot of junk to be strew about the ground; perhaps people were throwing their garbage into the place. But out of the crap he saw a long stick, easily 5 feet in length and thick enough to be a branch. Going to it, he gently took it into his hands, then sighed; he felt a little safer.

Turning back to the gynoid, he came to within five feet of her... and then he poked her frame with a stick. He kept on poking it for a few minutes, checking now and again for any movements, any signs that it was alive... or awake.

"Hey, little miss machine, can you hear me?"

He asked time and again as he poked her, but there was nothing from the mass of metal and likely plastic; after all, what could be called her hair looked like it was made of black vacuum molded plastic, as did her leotard.

Finally convinced that she wouldn't harm him, yet anyway, he came closer to the machine girl. Curiosity being a trait that he had in abundance, and his caution satisfied for the moment, he decided to see if he could turn her over, see what her front looked like. Considering that her arms and legs looked like they were made of metal, he figured she would be heavy, and so after placing his stick down, he spit on his palms, rubbed them together, grabbed an arm and, bracing himself against the hard ground, he began to pull.

Five seconds later he was on his ass because she easily turned over; she wasn't that heavy at all.

"Maybe she was built with some alien super metals that're ultra light..."

He mumbled to himself as he got sat up. His eyes made a quick pass at where she laid, and they went wide when he saw her; she looked a lot like a Human woman. Just... made of metal.

"Damn."

That was an understatement. Quickly, he sat on his knees next to her and looked her over more closely; she had large yellow optics that sort of looked slanted, like she was Asian, but they were dim. On her forehead was some kind of striped gold headband object with a ruby in the middle, or maybe it was a tiara? Just below her eyes, on either side was an extension of hair, and her lips were red, but if they were painted or made from a special red metal insert he wasn't sure. She had a gold necklace around, well, her neck, and below that was a red heart... just above what could be called her breasts.

They were the same silver color as her arms and legs, and they seemed to be pretty big; but then consider she was made of metal that didn't mean much. The white with black curved lines "bra" like item on her chest likely wasn't covering anything but internal workings; her chest metal was likely just curved just to give the illusion of breasts. The golden cog under the "bra" seemed to confirm it.

Moving further down, his eyes followed the leotard she wore until it hit what passed for a crotch; he was sure that it was made of some manner of plastic, rather than metal. The way it looked in the sun just didn't seem right for metal. Going to her thighs, he spotted something be missed before; a gold ring around the right. Being ever curious, he reached out with a hand and gently tapped one of her legs, to see what kind of sound he gets from her...

But there's no sound, there's nothing at all. Ever more curious he hit her a little harder; still nothing. And again he hit her leg, but there's still nothing. He had to wonder just what she was made of; even if it was some alien metal there should be a sound, even if it's dull and low. He moved his hand upwards, tapping her leg; there was no sound; then he came to her crotch. He tapped it; there was a dull thud.

"Ah ha! This is made of some kind of plastic!"

He exclaimed to himself, as if proud that he learned something from his simple, almost ape like prodding. he tapped her crotch again and again, he could feel it moving; seemed as though it wasn't a solid unit on her body. Looking closer, he could see a seam along her thighs and dividing it at where a Human girl's vagina would be. He leaned closer, throwing caution to the wind; and suddenly the plastic bit flipped open, exposing a port to him. His eyes focused upon it; it seemed curiously soft and textured.

Swallowing hard, he moved his hand toward the port and, softly, he prodded it with a finger. It was pliable, it gave at his touch; it felt fleshy. He ran his finger around the outside of it; it seemed the whole thing was that way. He pondered for a moment, then, slowly, he slipped a finger into the strangely fleshy port; he was amazed to find that it was both warm and moist. Confused, he forced his finger ever deeper inside; it was still as warm and as moist as it was before. Pressing his finger upwards, he hide an upper wall of the opening; it felt sort of like velvet, sort of like...

"Wait, what?"

He blinked a few times as he moved his finger in a small circle inside of the female looking machine, the moisture seemingly increasing as he felt the soft, velvety interior walls. He wasn't exactly sure how or why this was, but it felt exactly like a.... nah, couldn't be. Why would a machine girl have such a thing? Shaking it off, he tried tried to draw his finger out... but he had a hard time of it. He pulled a little harder, and it slowly began to withdrawn, but it felt like something was clenching it, trying to not like it go.

"So then.... maybe she does have a vagina..."

With his finger out, he knelled between her silver colored legs for a short while, watching that strange for a machine orifice ooze a weird fluid; it looked a lot like a Human girls vaginal juice. He wondered why a gynoid would have something akin to a sexual opening; after all, machines didn't reproduce sexually. But then, maybe alien robots do? But then, they wouldn't be robots, they'd be... cyborgs?

Was she really a cyborg? The rest of her looked very machine like; he seriously considered that to be less possible than absurd. So... maybe... maybe she just had one for some reason; alien robots could have sex for fun, or the Hell of it. Maybe she liked collecting DNA samples from the races she killed off? Maybe she just likes organic men? Hell, maybe she was like that robot cop guy, what's his name, whom they only saved the brain and face of to make into a cop, only with her it's her pussy.

Whatever the reason, he was alone with an alien robot with a leaking vagina and no way to contact the Power Rangers to take care of the clean u-

"Wait a second... all alone with an alien robot that has a pussy. Maybe I could..."

He smirked as he looked at the deactivated machine girl; he'd always wanted to have sex with an alien. Well, sort of. He had a dream about it once, but it ended badly when that alien forced an egg down his throat and it burst through his chest. But this time there was no such fear; the worst she could do is kill him if she came around, and by then he'd die a happy man. So, why the Hell not?

"I'm going to do it... for science. Yeah, science... to explore the mysteries of alien robot vagina!"

He always wanted to say something corny like that. But even so, he wasted no time in undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, the mere thought of this was already making him hard. He wrestled with his underwear for a bit before fishing his dick out of his pants, it stood tall and proud at its full length of six inches; a bit on the average size but it there was no shame in that. He licked his lips and took a deep breath as he held his dick in one hand and her thigh in the other.

Pressing the head against her opening, he exhaled and slowly began to push inside...

"Oh wow, this is pretty tight..."

He mumbled to himself as he inserted his hard phallus into her opening; the head was in and it was already a bit of challenge to get any further inside of her. Given the eyes, she looked a bit Asian, so it made sense that she was that tight; all Asian pussy was tight. He grabbed what passed for the hips of her chassis and began to pull her toward him as he pushed into her; she was even lighter than he thought, as her form easily moved closer to his own, driving him ever deeper.

"Jesus... just like the real thing!"

He cried as he felt her vagina all around his shaft; she was hot and wet, her walls clenching against him like she had muscles. He pushed harder and harder to force the last few inches into her, but he finally made it; he was balls deep inside the gynoid. The sensation was incredible, it felt so much like a Human girl that he'd never be able to tell the difference if he were blindfolded.

"Okay, time to get to fucking. Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle..."

He said with a smirk on his lips as he looked at her face, into her dimmed and glassy eyes; they must illuminate when she conscious. But getting his mind back on the matter wrapped around his dick, he slowly began to withdraw from her tight little love tunnel, feeling it clenching against him, not wanting to let him go as inch after inch removed itself from her inner depths; he was covered to the balls with fluid that, when he suddenly drove back in, helped him have an easier time of going back to his former balls deep state.

He withdrew and thrust back into her a few times, noticing how it seemed to get easier each time, as though she were loosening up a bit for him. And every time he would pull out more and thrust in faster, making her frame shake ever so slightly. And after those few times, he managed to get all the way to just having the head inside of her, and then he knew that he was ready to have some fun.

He pumped her all too natural feeling vagina, thrusting into her and pulling out, slowly at first to ensure that his rhythm was strong before going a little faster. Every time his balls would slap against the the metal of her ass, but he didn't feel much pain at all; the sensations he got from her robotic pussy were just too amazing to be overtaken by pain. Her frame quivered with every thrust, he could see that it moved ever so slightly every time he reached his balls; she was so light weight that he was moving her with the force of his fucking.

His hands held firmly to her hips to ensure that he couldn't push her away as he moved with greatest speed, moaning slightly at the feel of her. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt, be it Human or not; she was the best fuck he'd ever actually had. Her opening was so hot and wet, it clenched him at the right times, it squeezed him softly like a gentle hand wrapped in a velvet glove

"Oh God, you're amazing... so much so I wish you were conscious..."

He mumbled to her vacant face as he fucked her with ever increasing speed and force, soon all but plowing himself into her body. Her chassis shook more and more, and his finger dug into the plastic material that formed her outfit to ensure that she couldn't slip away. He was breathing harder now, his balls were a bit swollen from the slapping, but he didn't care; the need for release was greater than any pain he might have felt.

But as he fucked the alien machine girl below him with gusto, his eyes wandered down to her chest on a whim, and there he saw something moving, if just slightly. The "bra" like object that he though didn't cover anything was moving, as though something under it was shaking, or moving. For a moment he thought that, maybe, she was about to come around; that is, if she were able to come around at all, but after giving her a few moments it seemed as though it was from his own actions.

He'd stop fucking to make sure, but there was no way he could do that now; he was too close to even consider stopping, even if it meant his death. Maybe it wasn't on tight enough, or maybe it was covering something... either way, he was curious, even in the middle of pounding her like he had a jackhammer on his crotch. So, he pulled a hand away from her hip and moved it up, along her sleek, plastic covered body until he got to her chest. Licking his lips, he eased his fingers up to the very top of the "bra" and, to his surprise, they slipped between the silver metal of her "cleavage" and the "bra" itself.

Taking a firm hold and wondering if it was loose enough to remove, he gave it a quick pull; lo and behold the covering came off with ease, revealing a pair of round, silver orbs. He looked at them and they moved in time with his pounding; they acted a lot like molded Jell-O, bouncing up and down when given enough force to move them.

"Jesus... just full... of surprises..."

He groaned as he watched them bounce like orbs of Jell-O... and he simply had to do it. He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed it, and to his surprise it expanded between his fingers, giving way and distorting when he hold it. He released it a moment late, to see what would happen; it regained its perfectly round orb form, as though he had never touched it. The golden cog that showed seemed to be simply a half piece, likely just some manner of symbol; they did say on the news that the alien foot soldier robots were called Cogs.

Grabbing hold of her orbs, he squeezed and fondled what could pass for tits as he pounded her opening, feeling them move and quiver in his hands as they expanded outwards, filling the gaps between his fingers. His knees were getting sore from being on the hard ground for so long, and his balls were swollen, but at that moment he was in Heaven; fucking the best pussy he'd ever felt and squeezing a pair of soft, jiggly tits. If he were to die then and there he'd be happy...

It was sudden and swift, a shudder passed through his body as he clenched his eyes closed; his balls just spasmed and began to release. He slammed himself into her over and over with an almost frenzied pace, driving his sperm deep inside of her body, not caring where it ended up and if his brave little soldiers were facing a terrible death. He squeezed her orbs with fury and force, and if they were anything like water balloons they would have burst; good thing they were more durable than that.

With a sudden backward shift, he pulled out of her vagina and sprayed a few thick strings of cum across her stomach and tits; he could feel it hitting his hands, but he didn't care. He panted then, as his orgasm ended, his hands remained on her breasts, playing with them; he could honestly say that tat was the single best sexual experience of his life.

"I wonder if I can take you home..."

He pondered out loud as his phallus shrank, the precious blood that was stolen from the brain moving back to that most vital of organs. With some regret, he removed his hands from her orbs and placed them around her waist, then he pulled; she lifted up with ease. He smiled then, for he knew that he could likely carry her back to his place. Quickly then, he placed his penis back into his pants and zipped up, replacing his belt. Then, he hoisted her up; she moved easily.

Casting her over his shoulder, he began to leave the lot, then paused; what would people think if they saw him? Even in this strange city of aliens and giant robots, one didn't see a man carrying an alien robot around the the streets too often. But then, he shook his head and said fuck it; if anybody leered or asked, he's tell them that she was a sex doll. Which, technically wasn't a lie; he was going to use her for sex, and in her condition, she was little more than a doll.

And if anybody else asked where he got her, he'd just say that he won it. In a fair. At a truth telling contest two towns over.