Author's note: This is my first original story. It contains shapeshifting, nonhuman/robot sex, and gets steamier as it progresses. All of the characters are 18+. If you like it and want to read more, please leave a rating and let me know. I have a few ideas for later chapters already. Constructive criticism is welcome, too. Enjoy. - TurtleHermit
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It was a cool fall morning in the mountains of southeastern America, 2021, deep in the woods on the outskirts of the town of Summitville. Chris was tying his hiking boots on the porch of the cabin he had rented for the next two weeks. It was about 7am & it had rained the night before, so the air was fresh with a light fog & the trees were glistening with dew. He liked to start his mornings with a light walk in nature and, after a simple breakfast of black coffee & a bagel, he felt energized to take in the scenery. The morning sun beams were just starting to peep over the nearest mountain, shooting rays of soft light through the forest that lit up the scenery in the most pleasant way. Today was going to be great.
Chris worked as a programmer for a big tech company & lived alone in a modest suburban home near his city job. He took a vacation from the constant stream of data & technology associated with his career to get more connected with nature.
Although he was very personable & even quite handsome, he hadn't yet found a special woman throughout his twenty eight years of life. People could be too complicated, he thought. He'd been hurt by many ex-girlfriends in the past, so this lead him to find solace in solitude and to raise his standards in a partner. He kept himself healthy by staying physically active, usually with outdoor recreation, and spent lots of his free time reading books, watching films, or going on fun day trips to not-yet-seen locations. "Simplicity is underrated," he always said to himself, almost like a mantra.
Despite him developing a preference to being alone, he always longed for an ideal companion, one he could trust indefinitely and could trek through life with... but after all the years of messy breakups, being cheated on, being lied to, emotional manipulation, arguments, or simply being ignored by women he had grown to love, he was beginning to accept this ideal companion thing as a mere pipe dream. Nevertheless, Chris, a never-ending opponent to cynisism, always remained cautiously optimistic.
Not far from the trail where Chris began his hike, something strange was happening. Above a small patch of grass, the wind began to swirl like a small dust devil among some fallen leaves, but in a way that didn't resemble nature. Out of sight from anyone's eyes, a spot of space just above the ground appeared to bend & warp, as the crackling sound of electricity could be heard. A quick but sudden bright flash occurred, and, apparently out of the air, a small metallic ball appeared & fell to the ground. The wind settled & all appeared as normal again, the sounds of morning birds filling the air once more.
The metallic ball laid dormant for a few minutes. It was roughly the size of a golf ball & gold in color, with a craggy, mechanical surface. It had a small hole which soon illuminated with a white light. After blinking for several seconds, the ball began rolling itself through the wet leaves & the dirt, skipping over tree roots and rocks, not unlike a putted golf ball that never lost momentum. Its destination: Chris's cabin.
About a hour had passed & Chris was on the trail leading back. The fresh mountain air combined with the crisp smell of the rain-soaked earth made Chris feel happy, content, & curious. He stopped at the cabin door & began to dig for the key in his pocket when he spotted something at the doorstep: a mysterious ball was sitting dormant at his feet. He looked at it for a moment before picking it up for a closer look. He noted that it weighed roughly a pound, which was deceptive for its small size, but appeared to be more complex than a mere paperweight. Being the curious, science-minded guy he was, he carried the ball inside to investigate further.
He sat at the log table in the kitchen area of his cabin, getting a better look at the object under the light. He thought to himself that it vaguely resembled the Death Star from Star Wars, only golden, like it had fallen off a keychain or something. He knew he didn't own anything like this and he didn't see any of the nearby neighbors outside this morning.
"So how did you end up at my doorstep?" he questioned aloud. At that moment, the small light on the object illuminated again & the object spoke.
"Voice & DNA recognition of Christopher Johnson confirmed," it stated in a monotone but feminine voice.
The shock caused Chris to toss the ball across the living room. He watched the ball roll across the floor away from him, come to a complete stop, & begin rolling back towards him on its own volition. He stepped away as it stopped at his feet, shocked and curious at this strange machine.
"W-what the hell?!" he shouted.
"Greetings! I am your new SXY-1 Model 10.7.4 Companion Bot!" it said in a more bubbly, womanly voice, tinged with a mechanical overtone. "In order to begin primary functions, please provide discarded matter in front of me. I will configure this matter into nanites in order to build my default form."
Chris had many questions swirling through his mind. What the hell was a 'companion bot' & how the hell did it know his name? Figuring the object to be harmless while peaking his curiosity, he hesitated before asking 'it' a question.
"What do you mean by discarded matter?"
"I can reconfigure any carbon-based organic matter into nanites, or nano machines. You may use organic trash, garbage, waste, or similar compounds to assist me!" the ball said in a cheerful tone.
"Well, there's lots of leaves outside since it's the fall season. I guess we could try those?"
"...Leaves are acceptable!" it said after a brief pause.
Chris held the ball in his palm as he went back outside of the cabin. The property owner had recently raked the first large pile of fall leaves for the season & had yet to incinerate it, so it laid wet on the outside of the cabin. He put the strange machine down on the ground & watched it roll itself in front of the leaves. Suddenly, a white laser beam, illuminated by the misty morning air, shot out of the object towards the leaves, sweeping side to side across them in a scanning motion.
"Acceptable matter detected. Awaiting user permission to reconfigure molecular structure of 'leaves'. Note that this process can not be reversed. Shall I proceed, Christopher Johnson?"
"Uh, sure", he said hesitantly. He had no idea what was about to happen.
The laser became brighter & made a hissing sound as it scanned the leaves further, sweeping back and forth more vigorously this time as tiny wisps of smoke appeared from the end of the beam. Chris's concerns for it to catch fire rose but dissipated as he watched the pile of leaves gradually shrink down. In a matter of seconds, the pile was reduced to, what appeared to be, a puddle of gunmetal grey-colored slime.
Chris watched in disbelief as the impossible happened next. The slimy grey goo began to wiggle & crawl its way toward the golden ball. It completely encased the ball in its mass before beginning to erect itself upward, now standing before Chris at roughly his height. The shapeless goo shifted & bent into the rough shape of a human body and, as more detail became apparent, into a clearly female body. The dark grey woman, lacking any detail on her surface except for the glossy opaque slime, now stood in an anatomical position. Gradually beginning from its feet, the surface began shifting & swirling as a light tan color began to appear. The surface began resembling the texture of skin as it rose like a wave up her long legs, past her smooth hips, up her torso & breasts, down her arms, & finally to the top of her head. Blonde hair seemed to rapidly grow from her head until it relaxed barely below her shoulders. Her face, now having grown detail, was remarkably pretty, even though she stood emotionless with her eyes closed. The whole process happened in under 60 seconds, but to Chris, time seemed to stop as he watched in amazement.
