Sawyer In Space

Zerneck Of The Undying

“Whatever is causing distress for you, can be fixed. Anything in your body which keeps you from optimal health, I can heal. It has been so for my people for hundreds of years. There is no illness, no infirmity or missing part or human frailty that I can’t remedy. Speak it, Sawyer Love. And you will no longer need to suffer.”

“Well, you see-“

“Yes, Dearest Nearest?”

“I can’t- um, so I can’t have children.”

“No children?”

“No. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I don’t have all my reproductive parts any longer. They were making me ill.”

“Yes, that’s tends to happen. It was quite commonplace for our people long ago.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Dearest Sawyer, it has not been a concern for a very long time.”

“So,” she peered up at me shyly, so cute and hopeful, “what does that mean for me?”

“That you may have a renewal of reproductive wholeness if you so choose.”

“I could?”

“Yes. There is no need, unless you want this for yourself.”

“Are we compatible, intimately?”

“Yes, Sawyer. Indeed we are.”

“Then I want to be able to have a family, with you.”She seemed embarrassed, shyly looking away. I had to remember to breathe!

All I had ever wanted, yearned for in my life was a family to love. A heart mate, babies. Laughter and adventures. Cuddles and warmth. To thrive. To hold close to my heart all whom I was destined to love.

Yet, in staring into her eyes, if all I ever had was her… twould be everything I ever wanted. And I could nurture her, baby her more, if she were keen on it. Take care of her, if she enjoyed it. Trusted it. The process. Me.

I would change her panties for absorbent briefs, and I would lavish attention on her sweet, heavy breasts and shy nipples, easing her away from wearing those horror story, constrictive nightmare brazier traps, and into a freer lifestyle of cute, shorter dresses and potty help when she sneezed or coughed too hard. Laughed too hard.

“May I have time to decide?” I could see she felt hesitant to alter herself. Even for one she loved.

“That is entirely up to you. You are perfect as you are. Whatever you choose, that is what will be.”

“I appreciate you so much, Zerny. Mucho much. Thank you. I’d like more time to just breathe and live beside you.”

“I will love everyday that places me in your orbit, Dear One.”

“Love you, forever.”

“Need you, forever. Need to take care of you. Take care of everything for you. Do you understand what I mean, My Sweet Sawyer?”

“This just got a bit Daddy?”

“Mmm yesss. I’m a Zern Daddy.”

“Hah! Like stern! Oh my gosh!”

“Oh, did you laugh so hard you went potty a little?”

“Crackers.” Sawyer lowered her head in dismay. I was not disappointed or disgusted by her human anatomy being fragile. They were a young planet. Certainly they hadn’t perfected women’s health, not when their system made money off their suffering. I could help her heal her bladder as well, strengthening it, but this gave me the chance to prove my mettle. My unalterable love. I could be her Daddy and her lover, I would care for her and make her accidents into sweet bliss between us. With touches and encouragement. She would no longer need to stress about money or working with a migraine. Her night-time panic attacks would ease and her body would calm. It would be gloriously easy and so amazingly thrilling to feel her trust for me growing. To see her becoming more healthy every day.

I would train her to love herself no matter what her body was challenged by.

“Stand here for me, that’s a good sweet baby. Now, lift your leg,” Sawyer kind of froze but then tilted her head at me, and complied so easily, I was certain that we were already on the way to a sensual compatibility that would transcend time and space. Space travel would be taxing on her human body. She would need my constant care. Beginning now was key to her survival. And how I yearned to be her caretaker.

I rubbed my large knuckles against the fold of her soft, hot pussy and felt moistness. A little accident, but not a bad thing. Or an embarrassing thing. Simply a human thing. And oh how I adored it. Adored all that made her Mine.

I glanced up at her face, her eyes were closed in shame but her pink cheeks hinted at more than embarrassment. There was a shade of sensual heat. Pleasure sparks warring with appropriateness.

“Sawyer?”

“Yes?” She whispered in return, as though we were lying skin close in my ship’s sleep pod, sharing a silken soft blanket.

“I want you to trust me as deeply as you can muster and allow yourself to potty, empty your bladder for me, right now? Can you do that?”

“What? Oh.. um, but I’ll make a mess?”

“Where? We’re standing on grass. This is the perfect spot to claim your territory. Can you try, for me?”

“But what if someone finds out or sees me?”

“There is no one anywhere near by but you and I. I want you to see how much strength you have. You can allow yourself to potty. With me, here, now, outdoors. No shame. No embarrassment. Okay?”

“I- okay- I’ll try.”

“That’s my good girl.”

“Oh my.”

“Yes, okay Sweetie, when you are ready, I want you to take a breath and relax. And let go.”

“Mmm okay, Zerny.” With a a deep breath and a sweet sigh, I very lightly caressed her bottom as she tried so studiously and perfectly to tinkle on command. Her breath left her, her shoulders relaxed and the stress appeared to flee her body.

Her cheeks were pink but smiling a tiny smile. Relief. No more full bladder.

“Such a good Baby to empty your bladder for me. I’m so proud of you. This will be important as we travel, that you allow me to tend to you and help your body adjust.”

I took a wipe from my thin container and gently began rubbing along her pussy folds to clean her lips and then another wipe to clean the dribbles from her legs and feet.

When that was done. I stood up and stroked my fingers along her pussy, circling in a firm pressure. Rubbing. Sawyer moaned so sweetly, erotically innocent that my gyern went earth-rock hard, pushing against my restrictive black spacesuit.

Just the sound of her feeling good was my undoing.

“Oh my yes.” She whispered. Her legs splaying open as she widened her feet. Opening herself to me.

I pressed in with more intensity, massaging her mound. Filling my hand with swollen pussy lips, a new wetness and the scent of Sawyer’s arousal. I dipped my head to breathe in her hair, feeling her soft spirals and loose waves against my scruffy face. She smelled of sunshine and summer.

I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers between her engorged lips to find her shy clit, and gave it some attention. She needed a reward for being such a trusting and sweet Heart-Mate. Baby girl. My Baby Girl.

My Earth-Baby Girl. Woman. Yes, despite her human fragility and size, she was a mature woman. Yet still such a little one.

“Oh, Zerny. Mmm feels so divine.”

“You are divine.”

“Love your touches.”

“I know.”

Mmm touching her soft human body would keep me alive forever, even if I didn’t get to keep her. The memory alone would enchant me til I ceased breathing.

“I think I want more.”

I whispered at her neck. “I know you do.”

She pressed her pussy into my hand, seeking more, and so I gave her more. Slipping one finger at her entrance, her swollen quim, I slowly pressed inside her hot, wet pussy. Oh the feeling of that heat wrapping my skin in wetness was overwhelmingly hot and remarkably erotic. My gyern bucked, seeking her pussy. Seeking salvation and ecstasy.

But I would wait.

What she needed in this moment was more imperative and magical.

My thick finger worked in deeper, her welcoming heat gripping along me like my gyern was plunging deeply. “Mmmph.” She moaned, biting her lip as I gryked her pussy with my finger, pumping deeper. And faster.

With an amused grin, I stroked her pussy while pinching her nipple until she came, leaning into me, breathing fast, her cheeks flushed. Hair all fluffed up and messy.

Sawyer was such an adorable woman.

And I was such a lucky Alien Daddy.

Zerneck

“Sawyer?” I called to her as I worked my tool into place and fastened the fitting. “Are you in the device?”

“Ugh… yes!” She called out from the therapy cubby.

“Why do you sound displeased?” I leveraged another partial turn to tighten the mechanism.

“Cuz this is naughty!”

“It isn’t naughty. It is completely natural.”

“Can’t natural be naughty?” She grunted out as the device worked on her body.

“Oooo! What’s this thing doing?” She groaned, frustrated and flustered. I knew. “Are you literally spanking me?”

“As well as massaging your pussy, and breasts.”

“With my consent. But why?” I could hear her asking nicely. Calmly. I chanced a chuckle, knowing I’d be rewatching that bit later, when she was sleeping all tucked in and safe in her floating sleepy pod.

“With consent. To relax your human form. To train your muscles.”

“Those aren’t just my muscles. They’re my sex organs, you Punk.”

“Sawyer Love, you need to relax and you need to accept all of the therapies your body needs. Do you understand me?”

“Mmmph,” she moaned, annoyed but aroused, and of course she was, I had programmed her therapies myself. Each tiny touch, every thrust and lick. Every slow caress. Every erotic moment of her daily and nightly therapy sessions. “But why are these therapies so sexual in nature?”

“You are a human, Sweet Heart. You are a sexual being. You need touches.”

“Caressing and caring.” The darned robot man added, so sure of itself- or himself- as his strong, cool fingers spread my lips and teased my hidden, so very human pearl. Enticing my clit to play along, engorging and all look at me! He slowly dipped his pointer into my pussy as he kept eye contact and plunged all the way inside my heated depth, my pussy walls clamping on his chilled metal structure. Like a kiss of icy bliss. “But mmmph. Oohhh!” How my body wanted him to see. Wanted to lean into my touchy robot overlord instead of giving him the stink eye. “Maybe you could trade places? And we could do my therapy oooo, together? Maybe all of that?”

“Perhaps tomorrow, my Sweet Sawyer.” I programmed her health bot to massage her daily. To spank her- if necessary. And it was definitely necessary. To help her strengthen her human muscles and especially to help her relax as we traveled far from her home world. So if I perhaps also required her to suck her medication like a ‘good girl’, it was all in my attempt to care for her fully.

Sawyer

“I’m not Sawyer IN Space! I’m Sawyer with panties down around my ankles.” The robot patted my tooshie like he was pleased with where my panties currently resided. “It’ not the same thing!”

“Soon, you will be Sawyer IN Space.” He rubbed my shoulders. “This is all very necessary.”

I called out loudly, “Your bro-bot keeps calling me, “Sawyer In Space.”

“He enjoys your many names, Dear One.” Dear One? I didn’t feel like a Dear One. I felt fiesty and chagrined. Cranky and turned-on. Simultaneously.

“That’s not my name, dude. It’s just a program file. What if Zerny doesn’t come back? What then?”

“Your program never ends. We will go on. Sawyer In Space. Forever.” Well, fookers. I blew out my breath, feeling flustered and worried. And still- aroused.

Was it weirdly inappropriate that I was beginning to grow wet every time it called me ‘good human’? Because my body was definitely learning some interesting new things out in space.

Was it even alive or was it- he- just a program? I mean, it was mechanically perfect and appropriately… eh hmm- proportional. Yes. That.

There was no inflection in his tone but he sure seemed to like to talk to me during my “therapies”.

Therapees. Yeah, Thera-peeS. As in peeing on demand, stopping on demand mid-steam. Peeing in something much like an adult Earth diaper. Like those barely poised pads. Not peeing while coughing hard. Not peeing for hours. All the things. Every scenario.

Or sucking mechanical cock while being fingered to train me to relax, but the juice was vitamins she needed.

“Seems this could just be in a syringe or a tablet. A patch. Something where less sexual effort is required. I mean, come on.”

“Human, Hmm… I will come.”

“Of Frakkers. That’s not what I meant!”

“Sawyer!”

“Yes?”

“Please do as requested. You need your nutrition doses. Daily. Remember our deal?”

“I don’t recall our deal meaning there was a sexual robot overlord who would take up your mantle when you were busy!”

“Overlord? Hardly.”

“Mmmph.” I groaned in response to his touches. Feeling my pussy grow wetter and fuller, tighter, as he stroked me, all while maintaining impressive amounts of eye contact.

“There’s a good girl.” Zerny called out.

“There is a good earth girl.” The robot added in a hushed intimate tone.

“Mmm ooohhh. Im not an Earth girl! I’m an Earth woman! Bad robot.” I whispered. I could have sworn it smiled. But my body flew to pieces anyways.

“Now for your spanking.”

“I don’t need a spanking! I definitely don’t deserve one!”

“You were a naughty earth girl, not listening to me when I ordered you to come.”

“I’m not some robot! I don’t come when you command!”

“You will.”

“Damnation! Will not! And its WOMAN! Not girl!”

“Mount the pillow, Sawyer.”

The pillow.

Yeah, the pillow in question. It sure gave a good view of my everything. And my mounting it was becoming more frequent. Zerny was often busy with the ship, and robot guy was a stern me-sitter. He seemed to love lathing my butt. Massaging it between spanks. Staring. Making me all embarrassed and hot. Til my pussy dripped with need.

My first meeting with him was a quick lesson in directness.

“Give me access to your panties.”

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” I parried with words as opposed to my panties.

“You will give me access to your pant-ties.” He reiterated.”

“Mind the machine, Sawyer. I need him to help you be ready.”

“Ready for what?” I eyed Machino in the Thera-pee cubby. It was all shadows and different coushins and toys around me, like a gym of sorts. “Exactly?”

“Ready for different gravity effects. Planetary customs. Any number of issues. You will be considered my pet in many planets, it’s key you can behave as one would. Whenever called upon to do so.”

“So if he says lick his cock…?”

“I’d like you to lick mine but I’m fixing some stuff.”

“Why can’t he fix some stuff instead of you? Then you could give me your cock to suck and lick?”

“Panties down.” The robot demanded. I still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Not happening Dude.”

“Such a naughty Earth girl.”

“Earth Woman. Woman.”

“Such a naughty Earth Woman.”

“There you go saying the sweetest things.”

“Sweet Things, take your panties down or I will”

“Dude, I dare you.”

Well. Never dare a robot.

My Tooshie was bare naked in five seconds as he tore my strawberry panties down my legs.