Title: Payton's Storm
Keywords: f h-bot ds cons ScFi

Payton climbed off the bus, holding her backpack over one shoulder. Her
short, buzzed, hair and baggy clothing disguised her gender well enough
that the teachers at school often chastised her about using the wrong
rest room. She hefted her bag higher on her back and walked the rest of
the way home from the bus stop.

"You're not getting a car, Payton. Cars are dangerous, Payton." She
muttered to herself, mocking her parents. The fifteen year old girl
huffed, and tried to put her annoyance out of her mind. She was turning
sixteen tomorrow, and her parents promised her something just as
special. "It'd better be special" she thought. They had her do all kinds
of personality tests, and answer hundreds of questions on her tablet.
The questions were mostly boring, but some of them were about her sex
life and sexual preferences. Those questions made her feel weird.

The bus silently whizzed by her. "Bitch could have at least dropped me
off closer to my house." She murmured. The mile walk down the road was
one she had to make every morning and afternoon, even though she was the
only one at that bus stop, and even though the bus passed her house. She
was a little bitter about it.

Today though, it was worth it. On the porch waiting for her was a large
black polycarbonate crate. It was unmarked except for the shipping
labels. A grin crossed her face when she saw it was addressed to her.
She quirked a brow when she saw where it was from. "Cyrus, AKF in
Latvia?" she muttered to herself.

The crate was heavy, and about a foot shorter than her. It took her a
few minutes to wiggle it in over the threshold. She took out her phone,
and gave her dad a call.

"Daddy?" she asked when her father picked up. She only called him
'Daddy' when she wanted something.

"Oh, hi Payton. Is something wrong?" he asked. Payton could hear her dad
tapping away at his computer.

"There is a big box here, like really big. It's addressed to me..." Payton
let her voice trail off.

"Ah, it came early. Happy birthday sweetie."

"Can I...?"

"Go ahead, honey. I am a little scared to know exactly how it turned
out."

Payton paused. "Why are you scared? You don't know what it is?"

"All I know is it's a synthetic, honey." Someone interrupted him on his
end. "Honey, if it's something I don't want to know about, don't tell
me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy." She said.

"I've got to go. See you tonight. I love you. Happy birthday."

"I love you too, daddy."

She hung up her cellphone. "How the hell am I going to get this thing up
to my room?"

She spent the better part of an hour fighting with the box, getting it
up the stairs. Several times she considered just opening the damn thing
down stairs, but didn't. She leaned against the crate once it was in her
room, and just caught her breath for several minutes. "You sure are
heavy, whatever you are."

She took a screw gun to the top, and popped off the lid. Manuals. She
flipped through the piles of paperwork, ignoring the vast majority of
it. She picked out the quick start guide and specification sheet.

"'Thank you for purchasing' blah-blah-blah, 'fully charged',
blah-blah-blah. Ok, 'open the front of the crate, make sure no one else
is in the room, and hide any pictures of human faces. Imprinting takes
only seconds.' Imprinting?" She put down the guide and flipped down what
few pictures she had in her bedroom. She looked over the specifications.
"It's named Storm. They named it Storm. Cute, but really?" She asked the
wind.

She took a screw gun to the front panel of the crate, and let the
acrylic panel drop. Curled over in a fetal position was a girl. She
thinks it's a girl. Payton glanced at herself in a mirror, then down at
the lifeless form in the crate. It was the 10 year old version of what
she was now.

Storm's head looked up, the glow of its eyes cycling through the rainbow
in an infinite loop. Payton jumped back, startled by Storm's sudden
movements. The cycling of colors stopped, and Storm's eyes stopped
glowing. Her irises were a bright orange, the only inhuman trait about
how she looked.

Storm was shipped in a very thin garment, a long shear nightgown. The
synthetic's hair was longer than Payton's but not by much - Storm could
pass as a boy as easily as Payton could. Storm stood up out of the
crate, and took a step forward. She looked up at Payton with a shy
smile. "Hello, Master Payton." It said.

Payton tripped and fell backwards onto her bed. "You already know my
name?" she said in amazement.

Storm looked around the room, and caught herself in the mirror. She
tilted her head curiously at seeing herself. "I have been programmed
specifically for you, Master."

Payton steadied herself into a sitting position on the bed and patted
the bed next to her "What are you programmed to do?"

Storm sat on the bed, cross-legged. Her gown barely provided her modesty
in this position. "I am designed to be the little brother or sister you
never had, Master."

Payton craned her neck to try and see under Storm's gown. "If you are
supposed to be my sister, why do you keep calling me 'Master'?"

"Would you prefer if I called you Mistress?"

Payton had to think about that for a second. She shook the thought from
her mind. "Why don't you call me 'sis or something, if you are supposed
to be my little sister?"

"Because that isn't the type of little brother or sister you wanted."
Storm looked up at Payton with wide eyes. "Was that a mistake?"

Payton reached out, took the bottom of the Storm's gown, and lifted it
enough to see between the synthetic's legs. Her eyes widened, a grin
curled across her lips. Storm wasn't a girl, or a boy for that matter.
Storm was equipped with both. "No, that wasn't a mistake."

Storm read Payton's expressions. "Yes, it is interchangeable, Master."

"Don't, uh, call me that when my mom and dad are around. I don't want
them freaking out." Payton kept her eyes on Storm's small penis, hanging
limply over a tight slit.

Storm moved silently. She pulled her gown off over her head, and dropped
it on the floor with the other packing material.

Payton moved up the bed, and laid on her side. Storm was quick to
follow, and laid on her back in front of the fully clothed girl.
Payton's hand wandered over Storm's belly. "You're cool. I mean cold."

Storm nodded. When Payton's hand slid closer to her crotch, a shiver
shot up the synthetic's body. Storm's little cock grew semi-rigid.
Payton rubbed her palm over Storm's shaft, gently she worked the small
penis hard. Her hand gripped Storm, stroking her.

"I've never touched anyone like this" Payton said, her gaze locked on
the child's body.

"It feels good." Storm said, letting out a sigh, as her eyes closed. Her
legs opened and Payton could see, and smell, the moisture glistening off
her lips.

Payton leaned down, and pressed her lips to Storm's, kissing her, while
her hand stroked Storm's shaft. She moved quickly, squeezing tightly
around the tiny cock. Storm opened her mouth, letting her tongue play
with Payton's. Her body writhed from pleasure and a bit of discomfort
from the rough handling of her little package.

Storms hip's thrust after only a few moments of the treatment, and shot
a hot clear load into Payton's hand.

Payton broke the kiss. "You... came." She said, surprised.

Storm's cheeks were flush, and she panted. "Yes, Master. Was it too
soon?"

"It was perfect." Payton said, as she leaned down to kiss Storm's cheek.
She brought her messy hand to Storm's mouth, and the synthetic dutifully
licked and sucked her own cum from it.

"You are defiantly better than a car."

.. note:: This may get turned into a series.  Stay tuned to the blog for details.