Chapter 6 Lusties

When I got out of the office, I don't see any dogs near the bar, but I can hear a lot of laughs and chatter near the stage. Though, the only living thing in the bar is the cute dog robot, and she is looking good in her new apron that goes well with her orange eyes, her chrome blonde hair, and her smooth, slim, high quality, metal body. Yes, I'm falling for a robot, and I have no shame in that whatsoever, though I have reasons to fall for her that I know of.

You see, not only that I don't know her name, but she knows my name of course since I'm technically always in a bar asking for a drink, but me and her have a peculiar but friendly bond; even if she is a robot; her emotions and personality are real. I found her when I was finishing up a kill from outside of this town, I think it was in Derkinstand too, and some drunken fool was molesting her near a tavern. I didn't kill him, but instead slammed him hard against a brick wall 'till he was knocked out, which took a few times to actually knock him due to his drunken state. Then, when I set my eyes on her broken beauty, she was looking back up at me with extreme fear in her eyes, and she was ACTUALLY crying, she cries real tears! I ain't bullshitting, I don't even know how that really is possible, I have never met a real robotic dog in my life until I met her. Her face was clawed up, body drenched with alcohol, and also multiple cuts she had that didn't penetrated her body, but her body was fried because of the alcohol. So, I took her back to Red Wire in my underground home, repaired her with what I had, then when it was time, I showed her around Red Wire, even showed her to Casantro, and he was taken aback of my findings, as she was an actual sex robot made from Clazzies! Call THEM crazy, I've mated wild animals, but I've never mated nor had love interest in a SEX robot in my life. I'm glad Casantro didn't hired her as a stripper, as I'm sure she doesn't wanna go through hell like in Derkinstand again, so instead he hired her into being a bartender. It was a good call too, as she's more of herself than what she was forced to be, as she is now social, cute as all hell, and can serve drinks effectively. But every time I end up in the bar to get a drink, she'll get all happy, chatty and open with me, and would always console me when I'm in the blues, or if I'm too sober to remember what I'm saying. When I was drunk this one time, I said some real dirty shit openly in front of her, and I had a full-on memory lost on that night, AKA I was knocked out. She reminded me of what happened on that night, when I was flirting at her, explaining my sex stories, that kind of stuff. She admitted that she liked the way I talked to her when I was drunk, she was visibly blushing too, as her facial cheeks would glow a bright pink hue, and also her eyes can change to match her emotions too.

Anyways, I walk away from the office to get to the bar. Afterwards, I got on one of the ten open seats before sitting down relaxingly, plus this specific stool should be able to match the robotic girl's height as well. Speaking of her, I watch her cleaning cups behind her back with both of her robotic front paws holding the cup and using a white cloth, while also using her legs and chest to balance herself with ease. Her ears are most likely focusing on the music, which explains why she hasn't turned her back yet. I try to glance at her ass, but her big, husky size tail is covering it. Wait, I don't even know what kind of breed she is supposed to resemble as, even if she's a medium size robot, at least at the same height as my chest. But that doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm glad she's looking good while she still sane throughout these years.

"I'm back." I barked behind her in my usual deep, old tone, and I watch her pointy ears perk up high in shock, then she immediately turns her whole robotic body around to look at me with joy in her yellow eyes, even though they were orange before, but her yellow eyes just seem to identify as, well, joy. She also has a small, shiny silver muzzle with holographic lips to create and show more of her expressions instead of just her eyes and tone. For an example, her expression is happiness right now, because of the way she is smiling holographically at me from her muzzle.

"Waves!" She gasped mechanically. "Thank Legend you're not in prison, I wouldn't want to work 'ere without you if you were, but I have to! Plus, if I had left, then there would be a fifty percent chance of you not knowing that I was here."

I couldn't help but crack a small, rare smile. "But you're still here, which makes you one-hundred percent happy... I guess." I said with a small snicker while dying inside because of my cringe attempt of copying what she was saying. "Besides, you do know that you don't have to work here still? They're plenty of better jobs than here after all."

She puts the glass cup and cloth aside on the metal bar station to relax her front paws, and they hit the floor with two small thuds, and she keeps looking at me with her exoskeleton tail wagging zealously of my existence. "But then there wouldn't be anyone that is like you, such as your kindness, especially since that your kindness is real, while most of everyone's kindness is fake; thus, I don't want to leave you nor this place." She explained with her holographic smile on her muzzle flickering for a few seconds, when suddenly the smile deletes itself to be in replacement of a frown. Her eyes are still luckily the same too, which is a good thing. "Plus, when I was constructed, I was showcased as a sex prototype, so even if I get a new job, any dog will simply look at me as, well, ya know."

"Okay, the first part, that's a lie, I am not kind to everyone like yourself, your systems are lying to ya, plus I think anyone around here will agree with my statement." I said with a cackle at the end. "But uhm... don't worry, you can stay 'ere as long as you want, and your old dog won't be doing foolish thing that will make you upset of my absences, alright?"

"Oh Waves..." She sighed gently but passionately while her expression changes back to her same small smile. "My systems are not lying to you, as it strictly knows how it feels about you, and it knows who you are as a dog, even if my readings are saying that you are dangerous, but in deeper terms, it means you're dangerously selfless, fertile, and both a fighter and a lover, to the very few dogs you care of in these lands that deserve a kind of man like that, while most around here still look at you as the dangerous dog you are today rather than a lost, damaged, kind soul that is overflowing with lament and mayhem in these lands; and as you're still overflowing; you create two paths that will end in blood; which is mayhem; and grief; which is lament..."

Her words... she sounds as wisdommatic as my mother... and I'm very touched from her voice, and I haven't been touched in that way before she had died. I continue listening to her.

"You have once chosen the path of lament, and after a while, you felt no form of lament or grief, but infatuation. That... ended..."

Dasha. She means Dasha

"And in result," the female robotic dog continued, "throughout most of your life here, you've chosen mayhem; but now that's over; I do hope that you will pick the unspoken path you've been avoiding all these decades..." you will try your hardest to stay active around here. But anyways, the usual?"

"...Wow..." I said in awe with an oblivious face. "That's... a lot to take in, actually. Hm..."

"I'm sure it is!" She giggles joyously. "Anyways, you want the usual?"

"My... usual? Oh, you mean drinks! Yeah, uhm..." My usual drink would always be brown liquid, with a mixture of gunpower and some fresh spice. Yeah, we have spice miraculously, though all of it is grown in Clazzies, to which the mayor of Red Wire, Chuwah, had to establish a trade route for their spice in exchange for our law-dogs to take part of the city temporarily due to their high crime rate in their city, plus- oh wait, the gunpowder? Yeah, I drink with gunpowder! It actually tastes amazing, it just needs to be mixed into the brown liquid, at least just one ounce of gunpowder, stir it thoroughly, take a good sip, and then I just let the gunpowder go through my stomach. It was the best! But sadly, I can't drink tonight, and of course for a good while. "Sadly, I can't drink for now because Casantro gave me good pointers of my drinking problems that was supposed to help me with my problems I hoped, but instead I grew to become... addictive. I've never been addicted to anything before, but..."

Shuffle. Pat, pat. She has her small, metallic front paws on top of my big paws, and she's leaning on the bar station to give herself support as she stands on two-legs temporarily.

"It's okay, Waves, it explains your outbursts... I won't serve you drinks for a good while; it would be even better to stop completely too." She whispered with care in her tone, but also her holographic smile goes across her muzzle to show more happiness in me I assume. "However, how could I make you feel... like yourself? I know there are multiple opportunities as I'm speaking to you, but... I want to hear it from you."

"Well..." I winced nervously. "I don't uhm, know you too well, and you know basically... a lot about me, and maybe... uhm..."

"O- Oh... I see." She giggled, her holographic smile shrinking and changing into a cute grin. "You want to know more of me?"

I gently lower my ears in embarrassment, because I'm not usually straightforward for dogs like... her, as a good example. "Mmhmm..."

She moves her small, front paws away from my big paws and instead lay her front paws in front of mine. "Well... for starters, according to my scenario-box, we can start by names. Your name is Waves, of course, but my name is... uhm... well, that's an error. I was never really given a name but just the title of a 'sex robot'. Perhaps..." she looks around her surroundings quickly before moving her head closer to me, then whispers, "could you name me, please?"

I gently smirk at her. "Name ya? Sure. How about... hmmm... Karma?"

Her face suddenly starts to fluster up immediately. "Karma...?" She questioned in a normal volume. "Like the word?"

"Yeah. Like the word, but it can also be a name as well. And the reason I picked that name is uh, well, when someone beats you down... the next thing that'll happens to them will... uhm..."

"You'll come out of nowhere to beat them up as well, but harder of course!" She barked cheerfully while her exoskeleton tail sways in delight, her flustering face back to normal, for now at least. "I like the name, Waves!"

I let out a small chuckle. "Good, I like it too. Now, uhm... how old are you exactly?"

"My age?" She gasped. "Well... as your age is forty-six years old..."

"You don't have to expose my age like that, damn." I grumbled.

"Shush, no one isn't even around this proximity of the bar but just me and you, while the others are dancing, gawking at the dancers, and more, unlike you." She explained with a scoff at the end.

"Well, tou-fucking-ché, my bad! Maybe I should be doing the same!" I laughed goofily.

"No, you shouldn't unless necessary, which is less likely!" She snarled playfully before slamming her front metal paw on the metal bar station with a small bang from the impact, and the glass cup shook in response. "Anyways, back to my equation. My age should be..." she closes her eyes briefly, then a few seconds later, she opens them back up while flattening her ears. "Oh no, my math is incomplete, as I don't know when I was created, which means I cannot complete the equation. Source of the problem is most likely my self-repairs of my memory database, which lead to many deletions of certain memories, and mistakenly, the one that I need that can solve the equation; which is my date of birth; slash date of creation."

"Slash?" I questioned, when suddenly, above her head projects a holographic "/" sign. "Oh, that kind of slash, I haven't used a computer in so long to remember that. But if you can't remember your date of birth, 'slash' your date of creation, it is safe for me to say this then when I first laid eyes on ya."

"L- Laid eyes on me...? In what way, may I ask?" She asked with her face flustering again, and her left yellow eye is slowly blinking into a pink eye.

"You're... you have to be at like... well, I mean, you LOOK like you're in your twenties, and I can't remember when I saved your fine ass back from Derkinstand, but... twenties is all I got for you. And- hey, you okay?"

Karma's eyes were wide, her face flustering once more, and her yellow eyes changed from yellow to completely pink. The hell did I just do?

"You... really mean that...?" Karma asked in a whispery voice, staring intensely into my red and blue eyes.

"But of course! I don't know jack shit about a robot's youth or age in general, but you just look... young! Even before I repaired ya hot ass too! I guess sex robots are meant to be that young overall, a usual horny dog's preference, but you are definitely the BEST kind of sex robot in these lands than any other sex robot in Clazzies." I complimented almost aloud as I watch her zone into my eyes blissfully with no response, when suddenly, the sound of glass shattering behind me erupts somewhere near the stage, but luckily, with these old hound ears, they were just cups. I try turning my head over my shoulder to get a glance from where the noise exactly came from near the stage, but in a flash, I feel Karma's soft, small, metallic paws on my dirty, ruffled, thick furred neck. I turn my focus back to Karma, and to my surprise, I can see real tears strolling out of her robotic eyes like back in Derkinstand. "Karma...?"

Karma suddenly grips on my furred neck, then pulls me up to her face with all of her strength and my soon my lips meet with her holographic lips, and what makes this kiss strange but pleasant, is that she doesn't have lips, yet the kiss feels real and warm even, this feeling is most likely part of her mechanism. She then pulls back the kiss, but then immediately nuzzles my neck right after before letting go of it with her paws, and I just watch down at her with a wide smirk. "I'm sorry, Waves..." Karma moaned out gently. "I- It was a glitch, I- I can reassure you on that..."

"A glitch, hm?" I said with a deep snicker. "Come on, be real with me, how long have you've been feeling this way for?"

"I've been waiting for this ever since you repaired me... after all these long years, I had put a little too much faith on you." Karma whispered before putting her small paws on my chest. "I sense that you're enjoying this moment... right?"

"You're right, but... I'm thinkin' we can enjoy a different kind of 'moment' somewhere else a little later?"

"Dirty dog!" Karma gasped on my neck, but she kept nuzzling romantically. "We can make that happen... besides, my muzzle has a built-in mouth, tongue, and vibrator, saliva as lube, and my vulva can be as soft, or tight if you wish, and can be filled with lube as well, plus I can make it to any temperature you want it to be in both my mouth and vulva."

"Well damn!" I laughed in surprise. "In that case sexy, I'll be blowing your gears out when I get the chance, alright Karma?"

"But I can't wait that long, m- maybe a quickie somewhere in the alleyways?" Karma asked before she pulls her head away from my neck to look up at me with eager, pink eyes. "O- Or maybe-"

I gently grab her chin with my paw, and snarl down at her with my teeth bared. "I said I'll blow your gears out when this club closes down, I can't pound your slutty robot ass right now, Casantro needs me, and I definitely need you, but I have to wait for now, okay?" I snarled with the pure dominance in me like I had with most of my lovers, and in response, she quickly nods up at me, her facial cheeks red instead of a pink hue. "Good girl, now I have to do something for Casantro, you just do you, okay?"

"I- I... fine..." Karma whispered, and I let go of her chin and stopped growling at her, but I just smirk with my teeth still showing at her.

Afterwards, I slowly get off the stool, then as I walk away from the bar, I look over my shoulder to look at Karma one more time for a while, and I can see her looking at me, giving me lustful, pink, glowing eyes as her red facial cheeks still glow luminously behind the bar station.