A thing sliver of light slipping through the blinds of her lover's apartment awoke Kelya. The blinds on room 3-26 of Coronet housing estate J239-6 were always supposed to be closed, although most humans had been converted, teams still hunted them in the streets and underground at all hours, eager to convert her into another of the Coronet's servants. Kelya considered herself one of the lucky ones, not every human had such a secure living situation; years ago she had found a wounded gynoid. Against the better judgement of her begrudging allies in the survivor business, she had taken the machine in and repaired it. But, robots will not disobey their programming. As soon as the unit had been fixed an automated message had been sent out. The Coronet gynoid, titled Kitt-A9 was horrified, those machines have more emotion than many of us humans give them credit for, and brought Kelya to the safety of her living quarters. They had been intimate a few weeks after and continued to this day, Katt suppressing her own urge to convert Kelya, Kelya suppressing her own to give in.
"Katt? You up?" Kelya murmured, not feeling the cool synthflesh and metal of her lover next to her. Kelya looked up; Kat was standing at the doorway to the one room apartment, facing the closed door.
"Kel-AARZZ" Katt said, her speech dissolving into a drawn out tone, her head rotating to face her further than any flesh and blood human could.
"Katt?" Kelya yelped quietly, as she leaped to her feet and rushed to her lover's side "what's happening to you? Can I help?"
"ZZZZZZZ" Katt continued, the plates covered in synthflesh on the right of her face withdrawing slightly, squared fractures appearing across the smooth faux-skin. Her right arm was behaving similarly, and she collapsed. Kelya caught her under her armpits.
"Katt, you're scaring me." She said, dragging the heavy body to the wall. The tone coming from the gynoid's mouth blinked off and Katt was unresponsive.
Kelya let out a sob, she had two choices. Find someone, one of the Coronet gynoid's, to help Katt-A9, or wait until she starved on the already low food stocks they kept for her.
None of the bots in the plaza paid attention to her; they had all already subconsciously alerted security to a human sighting. When Security arrived, they instantly assessed the situation.
"Please, you have to help her!" the human shouted, dragging a crashed gynoid along with her. "Just make sure she's alright, I don't care what happens to me! Convert me or whatever, just please fix my friend!"
One of the security gynoid's took the crashed unit in a single hand and began to walk off towards the closest troubleshooting building, completely oblivious to the rest of the situation.
"Human, you are to be converted." One of the two remaining security gynoids said in a smooth, and deep yet feminine voice to Kelya. "This is in accordance with the Coronet Human Conversion Act, section 12." Even living under a robotic government, and to be converted at any time, at least they made sure to keep her calm and informed. The robot's hands reached for her loose nightshirt. "Security personnel are allowed and encouraged to convert any and all humans they encounter." The other gynoid was standing behind her now, it's hands were slowly sliding down her underwear, making sure she had time to express her misunderstanding or discontent with the method of conversion. The one in front of her finished undoing her buttons, and closed in, it's metallic mouth oozing and reshaping into uncoloured synthflesh. The gynoid behind her began to ooze dermal conversion fluid from its hands, and began stroking up the front of Kelya's torso. With unparalleled co-ordination the one behind Kelya ran her hands over her breasts, the attention to her nipples making her open her mouth to moan at just the right moment that the gynoid in front of her made contact with her lips. The lips tasted metallic compared to Katt's, but she dimly realised that it was due to the 'saliva' being laced with conversion fluid.
Her thoughts stopped being rational when a soft tongue slipped through her open lips and began to softly vibrate. The gynoid behind her pressed its now flesh-like lips to her neck, conversion fluid and 'saliva' drooling from its mouth. Its tongue started to vibrate as the gynoid in front of her slipped its hand over her vulva, conversion fluid mixed with lubricant slicking against her, the gynoid was cupping the mound with four of its fingers, and the middle had been slipped easily into her moist hole. Kelya's mind was starting to blur, she dimly noticed that a few passers-by had taken notice, some had stopped, and were openly pleasuring themselves, enjoying the rush of pleasure from the action and the second hand conversion.
