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\n\t\t\t\t\tthunderstep of a blind college student and his robot. Naughty things ensue.\n\t\t\t\t\tthunderstep of a blind college student and his robot. Naughty things ensue.",
"writing": "A New Look on the World\n\n“I'm afraid there isn't anything to be done, mister Makss, the damage is permanent.” the disembodied voice said in the void. “To be honest, we're surprised that you even managed to survive it at all, but only small traces of toxins managed to embed itself into the wet skin of your eyes. However, that does mean that you will live the rest of days blind. I am sorry.”\n\nJothan said nothing in reply. The raccoon merely laid on the hospital bed, stewing in his own misery. It was his fault, he knew. Stealing away in one of the unused labs in the chemistry laboratories of the university, all he wanted to do was set off a mass smoke bomb. Get the building cleared, and have a quiet holiday for a change. But, as he was starting to run out of the lab, Jothan tripped and fell, knocking his goggles off, knocking him out for about a minute. Of course, a minute was all it took for the smoke to thicken in the building. Without the protective goggles, the smoke burned his eyes, and since he was at the epicentre, the more noxious fumes got to him first and foremost.\n\nThe university didn't know what was responsible for the action that day, which was the point of Jothan's prank, but, as his teachers and professors told him, the young raccoon was far too smart for his own good, and it would get him into trouble one day. Apparently it had. He figured it would have just been class loadout fatigue, doing a double major in nanochemistry and computer programming, but not something that would leave him scarred. He shivered in his bed, curling his tail around himself, fearing a future he couldn't see.\n\nAfter a week staying in hospital at the university, Jothan was discharged back to his home, cleared of classes for the rest of the semester as he took time to reacquaint himself with his new life. Therapists came and went each day, teaching him Braille and how to cope with sightlessness. Counsellors dropped by every week for his mental condition. Friends dropped by to see him, but as the weeks passed, their visits lessened. Not that he blamed them, he didn't want to face them himself. Even his boyfriend, Koja, stopped calling. Cast into the darkness by his own pride, did Jothan Makss find his own Hell.\n\nThe Makss estate was enormous to begin with, but as he could not see, each room felt a hundred times bigger than before. As a child growing up, he walked through the halls so often that he never really paid any heed of how long they were, but now trying to count how many steps it took to go from his bedroom to the lavatory was a whole new experience. Before, he let books and papers and bits and bobs fall where they may, wrapped up in the chaotic organization of his mind. Now, he had to make sure that his clothes were carefully set up in his closet to know where everything was. Jothan gave a bitter laugh, recalling the hundreds of gigs of pornographic pictures loaded up on his computer, utterly worthless now, not to mention the videogames and the films. At least his collection of music would gain a new-found appreciation.\n\n-+-+-\n\nIt was a warm spring morning that found Jothan utterly lost in the estate. Having taken a wrong turn, the raccoon was forced to use his cane to make sure that he wouldn't trip over anything (such a taboo in one's own home). Walking through several rooms and up two flights of stairs, he had hoped to at least run into some of his family, but to no avail. The room he was in was drafty and smelled of old musk and dirt. The floorboards were wooden, but not the stained and sealed hardwood found in the dining room or the entry way, no, this had a lot of give as he stepped. Things laid all about, keeping him from finding the walls.\n\nAs he turned to head back, Jothan slammed himself muzzle first against something huge. Cursing loudly, he reached to feel what it was, a post undoubtedly. The hand rested on something hard and smooth, curved, but not spherical. Reaching down he felt things shift to more of a cylinder. Curious, he reached up, and up, and well over his head, gasping at the familiar features of a muzzle and face. It wasn't raccoon-like, so it wasn't any of his family, nor any of his friends, not having any feline friends. Jothan backpedalled, snarling, “Stay back! I'm warning you!” Yet there was no response from the interloper, nor did he hear any movement, the man must be standing his ground. “Very well! Help! Help!” the raccoon shrieked for assistance, bringing his cane up and brought it down against the unseen man. The sound of fibreglass exploding rang in his ears as he felt some shrapnel bouncing off of his chest and face, “Oh shit!”\n\nThe sound of pounding feet approached the blind raccoon, as the voice of his mother came to his ears, “Jothan! Jothan? Are you all right?” The touch of a hand on his shoulder made Jothan nearly jump out of his skin.\n\n“Mother! Mother! Who is that man?” he asked, pointing in the direction he hoped the person was, and hoping that he had a nice, big, fat bruise from the braining he gave him. Jothan was confused, and a little pissed off when his mother started to laugh. “What? What the hell is going on?”\n\n“Jothan. That, which you so nobly broke your cane on, is your grandfather's Wardroid. Oh dear me, this thing has been up here for quite a long time.” Jothan's mother sighed. “Your grandfather brought it home after the war, it's one of those old military bots the Jungle Collective used. I never really understood why anyone would take home such things from people they fought against, but, I never did understand your father's father.”\n\nJothan reached over to touch the machine once again, his white, glassy eyes giving a curious expression as the brown raccoon touched and explored the thing. “Mother, do you think this will work if I turn it on?”\n\n“Thankfully, no. I know your father tried to start it up years ago, trying to make it mow the lawn and do the gardening, but when he did, it just started up and did nothing,” Jothan's mother sighed, “You aren't thinking about this, are you?”\n\n“Mother, please. It will give me something to do. Besides, wouldn't it be nice for a machine to help me, rather than rely on you and the rest of the family? He'll be able to read things for me, help me walk through the city, and certainly pick me up if I fell over or anything. C'mon, Mother. Please?” Even his glassy grey/white eyes could give his mother those innocent, pleading pup stares.\n\n“Ugh. Very well! You're much too like your grandfather anyway, you'll never give up until you get what you want,” she sighed, looking at the massive thing. “How are you going to program this anyway? I know I'm not supposed to say that you can't do anything, but, this would involve work on the computer, and I know nothing about programming.”\n\nJothan nodded and thought, snapping his finger in an idea, “Don't you worry about that. If you can put a disc into a slot and hit a few keys that I tell you, I can do the rest.” The twenty-year-old raccoon grinned, hugging his mum tightly.\n\nIt took all day and then some to get the behemoth down into Jothan's room. It's power supply plugged into two wall outlets and with a whole lot of trial an error, Jothan's mother managed to get the thing plugged into his computer. “Okay, it'll be simple. Just put in the disc labelled 'A.I. Learning Program Suite, and when the prompt comes up, just hit 'enter,'” Jothan smiled, sitting down on the edge of his bed, rubbing over his knees eagerly.\n\nHis mother did as she was instructed, looking concerned, though Jothan couldn't see it. “And then what? I don't think I'd want some soldier running around trying to win the war against the Woodland Republic!” Jothan could hear that his mother was cross, and understandably so. The programmer got up, groping the air before putting a reassuring hand on his mother's shoulder.\n\n“It'll be okay, Mom. You said it yourself that he was wiped clean. This will allow me to teach him everything except the most basic things, like walking and talking.” Jothan gave his usual troublemaking grin, “I'll keep an eye on him.”\n\nThe android hummed for a second as the blind raccoon could hear the servos and pistons start to boot up. In his imagination he thought of the big feline (which his mother told him looked like a black tiger with orange stripes) slowly waking up, blinking into the new world it was in. He could hear it look around before starting to speak, “HELLO. WHO AM I?”\n\nJothan nodded, looking at his mother, “Do you know if he has a name?”\n\n“Don't look at me. But, it has “B-1GG2” painted on its chest.”\n\n“Oh dear, that will not do,” Jothan thought, stroking his chin before grinning. Getting up, he slowly put his hands on the android's chest, “You are Biggz. You are the butler of the Makss estate and the personal helper of Jothan Makss, me.” Jothan bowed his head dramatically.\n\n“PROCESSING DATA. DESIGNATION: Biggz. PURPOSE: Butler AND to help Jothan Makss. IDENTIFYING Jothan Makss. IDENTIFYING UNKNOWN RACCOON FEMALE.” Biggz looked around, scanning Jothan's whole room and putting it into his clean database. Biggz finished with his scan, holding still. “ERROR: UNKNOWN ACTION: TO BUTLE”\n\nJothan laughed, clapping his hands in victory, “Oh, don't worry, Biggz, we're gonna learn a whole lot together.\n\n-+-+-\n\nThe next semester, Jothan took more classes from his programming major, electing for their larger number of home study classes, which allowed him to have Biggz help him out by reading the papers and text books to him. At first Jothan laid in his bed, listening to the android read aloud, but each day he laid closer and closer to the machine, and by the end of the week, he was sprawled on Biggz's lap, the firm, strong, and chiselled body of the android oddly comforting. Biggz never commented on his blindness, or babied him from it. He simply did as he was supposed to, helping Jothan out in living, and Jothan, in turn, continued to teach the android more and more on how to get around on his own.\n\nOne day, Jothan was taking a shower. He just felt the water splashing and running over his body, feeling each drop bounce off of his pelt before grabbing the shampoo and starting to work it into his hair, holding his eyes shut tightly (he was blind, but that didn't prevent his eyes from stinging!). He heard the bathroom door open and close with heavy, mechanical footsteps accompanying it. “Biggz? Is that you?”\n\n“AFFIRMATIVE,” the android announced, moving closer. “DOES Jothan NEED HELP?” the robot asked. Jothan thought for a moment, sure, he and Koja shared a number of showers, a number of very naughty showers, but, would this be too weird, sharing a shower with an android? Then again, it wouldn't be too weird for Biggz, he couldn't be weirded out.\n\n“Biggz, are you water proof?” Jothan asked, not wanting to short out his machine because of this bit of bathing ennui.\n\n“PROCESSING. AFFIRMATIVE. Biggz IS WATERPROOF FOR 500 METRES.” Jothan nodded, reaching a dripping hand out of the shower to wave in the android, who stepped in slowly, careful of the tile floor. Jothan couldn't help but blush under his brown cheek fur and darker mask, hearing the presence of Biggz behind him. Reaching back, he handed the machine the bottle of shampoo.\n\n“Okay, why don't you get my back. Just put a 6 centimetre dollop on your palm, rub it between your hands, and then gently, gently rub it into my fur.” Jothan smiled, the huge robotiger always had to be reminded to be gentle, not that he could help it, really, being such a big, strong guy. Biggz started to lather the shampoo before working it into the raccoon's back. Jothan heard him squat a little bit, being nearly half a length taller than Jothan himself. The raccoon laughed, imagining the sight of the enormous battle machine stooping down to work over his back. Though, the fantasy was reality, feeling Biggz's fingers work through his fur. “Oh, Biggz, heh, thank goodness a sexy thing like you is not a 'fully equipped' robot.”\n\nBiggz stopped rubbing the shampoo into his ward. “PROCESSING. QUERY: WHAT DOES fully equipped MEAN? Biggz HAS ALL HARDWARES FOR THE TASKS GIVEN HIM.”\n\nJothan laughed, shaking his head, “Don't mind me, I'm just a pervert. All I was referencing was that you didn't have a penis.” He listened to Biggz suddenly stand up. The strong android hand grasping Jothan's forearm gently, as he sometimes does to help the raccoon feel something. The sound of a hatch opening up whirred in Jothan's ears and soon he felt something cold and vaguely skin-like. As the water splashed over the object, he felt that it was some high-grade silicone. Jothan's fingers traced over the proffered length, exploring it. The head was circumcised, but that wasn't too surprising, making an artificial foreskin wouldn't be easy, but behind the head, Jothan felt dozens of soft, long silicone bumps. He wondered if it was damage to the shaft, but as he felt around, they seemed to be part of the mould.\n\n“Well, you're certainly fully equipped, then. Um, does it- does it work?” Jothan asked. Biggz response came as simply doing so. A pneumatic valve was opened and the shaft hardened in Jothan's grip, the soft silicone wrapped around a hard, liquid core as fluid was pumped into the shaft. “Mmmm, so very, very nice. Can you cum? Ejaculate?”\n\nBiggz stood still as the raccoon felt over his penis, “PROCESSING. AFFIRMATIVE. HOWEVER CURRENT FLUID LEVELS ARE AT ZERO PERCENT.” Jothan laughed, slowly masturbating the big robot, not that it seemed to affect him any.\n\n“Heh, your balls are dry, eh? Guess that might be something we can change in the future. Um, then, Biggz, go to the medicine cabinet, inside on the second shelf you'll find a bottle of lube, get that for me, please.” Biggz stepped out of the shower, dripping wet off of his hard body and went into the cabinet, returning after a few moments. Jothan took the bottle out of his hand, feeling over it and nodded in agreement that it was the right stuff. Rubbing the slick goo all over Biggz endowment, Jothan quickly appreciated the heft and girth of the robotiger's machinehood, “Why the hell would they put a cock on a battle droid?”\n\n“PROCESSING. ERROR, NO EXPLANATION DETECTED,” Biggz responded, making Jothan laugh loudly, leaning over to kiss the tip of the behemoth penis. Turning back around, he lifted his tail high, spreading his rumpcheeks.\n\n“Okay Biggz,” Jothan took in a deep breath, “Now, I want you to take that slick penis of yours and very, very gently, put it into my tailhole. Go really slow, and stop if I tell you to, okay?” Biggz responded with an affirmative before holding Jothan's hips. The slicked tip rubbed between Jothan's furry cheeks before pressing against his wrinkled pucker. Jothan sighed and tried to relax, he had taken some big people in his high school and college days, but this is going to be ridiculous, but there was that itch that needed to be scratched within him, and that barbed shaft looked like a good start.\n\nThe tapered tip pressed its way through the raccoon's anus, slowly spreading him open. Biting his lower lip, Jothan kept himself from yelping out loud as he tried to relax around the intruder, clamping down on instinct. Biggz, for being a big, dumb machine, moved with a surprising gentleness, yet firmly continued to press into his tiny master. Jothan's member was hard before him, reaching to stroke over his own shaft eagerly as Biggz pressed deeper inside of him.\n\nEvery few centimetres, Biggz would hold still, letting Jothan get used to the invasion, but with the raccoon's encouragement, the android pushed in more and more. Halfway through, Jothan couldn't take any more in him, instructing Biggz to slowly start to pull out and push back inside, beginning a quiet, even motion in him. Taking the enormous silicone-palmed hand to his crotch, he slowly pumped Biggz's hand over his penis, teaching him a reach around. It wasn't long before Biggz caught on, rubbing the long foreskin over Jothan's member in tempo with his thrusts.\n\nKoja was a fine lover, don't get Jothan wrong, but something about the mechanized lovemaking Biggz was offering made the raccoon groan in excitement. Over and over again, those nubs rubbing and stimulating the walls of his insides and the hard core within prodding against his prostate. Jothan clutched the tiled shelf before him, gasping for air. His glassy eyes opened wider than ever before he yowled. Thick, heavy spurts of his seed splattered along the drain below him, and the strong, soft hand around his member made him shiver and spasm in the hypersensitivity of orgasm, pushing back against Biggz, “S-stop, please...”\n\nJothan could hear the android's ears splay in embarrassment as the machine held still, letting Jothan pry the hand off of his member. “APOLOGIES FOR HURTING YOU, Jothan.” The warmech's speech patterns offering remorse even in it's monotone voice.\n\n“N-no. No need to apologize. J-just, was too much.” Jothan smiled, feeling Biggz slowly extract himself out of his tailhole, making the raccoon nearly fall to his knees in bliss. Holding onto the smooth, metal body, he reached up to kiss the android's cheek, “I expect we'll be doing this a whole lot more.”\n\n",
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