Robot Romance by Mr. Roboto

Package

Sesshoumaru checked his email, checked to make sure the papers from his incoming tray were all dealt with, and blew dust off of the outbox. He missed the days where offices were about paper, and actually really loathed technology.

Well, he mostly loathed technology.

He drummed his fingers on the desk impatiently, waiting for five o'clock like a kid at Christmas.  His package was probably waiting for him at home, and he was more than ready to rip it to pieces. The company that shipped it swore it would be worth the three-month shipping time, and so he had waited, anxiously, ready.

His coworkers regarded him rarely and with respect, even more rarely. Most thought he was just a very shy, plain loser. Sesshoumaru was a paper pusher, a bureaucrat that passed things between places. His job was just point 'B' on an 'A' to 'C' journey between the peons and his superiors, who likely viewed him as lowly as he viewed his inferiors.

When the time for him to leave finally came, Sesshoumaru took his briefcase, went down to the parking garage, and got into one of the many lookalike silver mid-range 'luxury' sedans. Sometimes, he felt like a clone of his co-workers, and in their working environment, it was hard to find any sort of tranquility with nothing but a cubicle and an employee number.

Sesshoumaru parked the car and went inside, pleased to be greeted by the scent of cleaning products that told him that his once-weekly housekeeper had indeed come and cleaned up when he was at work. She was already gone, but there was a tall brown box beside the front door.

Stopping only in the kitchen to grab a knife, Sesshoumaru rushed to it and started cutting the package apart.

Sandwiched between layers of Styrofoam and wrapped in bubble wrap was his prize.

The naked robot looked just like a real woman, and when he reached out to touch her breasts, they felt real enough. The robot was named 'Kagome,' according to a slip of paper in the box, and from what he read, they were powered by forcing nutrients out of human food, which made them strangely similar to real humans. They also produced enough heat that they were warm, like normal people were.

Sesshoumaru stared at her, and felt his cock twitch. This was perfection - a woman who could cook, clean, and suck his dick, without the unfortunate draw backs of the female personality.

He was more than ready to have fun with his new 'friend,' but first he had to figure out how to turn her on, literally. Ruffling through the Styrofoam and bubble wrap, he found an informational packet.

Congratulations on your new CompanionBot! This robot has been specially tailored to your personality, based on the personality test you took before purchasing. To activate your robot, spank her two times on the left ass cheek and once on the right.

Sesshoumaru smirked evilly and spanked Kagome as directed, and her body suddenly jerked to life, blue eyes flipping open. He had ordered a brown-eyed beauty, but the sapphire ones were truly quite lovely, and just standing there looking at her, he was ready to fuck her senseless.

Kagome looked around briefly, and took no notice of her nudity.

"So, shall we get started?" Sesshoumaru asked.

Kagome looked over to Sesshoumaru, and recognized him as her owner, as she was programmed to respond to his commands using a picture he included in his purchase. "Hello, Sesshoumaru."

"Master," Sesshoumaru corrected.

Sesshoumaru started to strip off his clothes, eager to use all the holes he paid for. "Mmm...you can start by sucking my cock."

Kagome answered, "You can go jump in a lake. I'm hungry."

Two hours later, Sesshoumaru was on the phone with a company he paid a great deal of money to, bitching while he read the fine print. The robot was made for sex, but not obedience. Her personality was made to complement his, not to be subservient to him.

Sesshoumaru was infuriated, especially when he learned two important things. One, there were no returns for any reason, and two, there was no way to deactivate Kagome.