R0M 27.3 - Part 3

Info MissNaya
10 Dec. '15

After a deep heartbreak, 27 turns off her FA files, perhaps on a permanent basis. But when 11 lands his starship on Celestia, R0M, where humans can live, 27 meets two beautiful women that revitalize her feelings.

Switching from human male to female, 27 manages to please two women, one lesbian and the other straight. 11 finds himself sexually attracted to the group and got emotionally involved with 27.

In the end, 11 has an attractive proposition for 27, something that may bring about the creation of a new breed of r0mians, organic machines with beating hearts and living souls.


A to Z

11 landed our TC – Transport Craft like it was nothing. As Captain Two, I barely had to confirm bearings, send a few restricted messages to mission control, and before I knew it, we were in the landing zone of Celestia. Humans could be heard letting out loud, excited cheers while r0mians breathed a sigh of relief that the interstellar trip was being completed without a hitch. 11 is superb in everything he does. I’m lucky to have him in my life. I should’ve been happy to be home. But was I? No, I was not. My FA files off; I felt empty. And the minute I switched them back ON, I was a sad mess. So I couldn’t be happy, neither here nor there, neither this way nor that, and not in any shape, neither r0mian machine nor human beast.

All this fucking bullshit, I went through because of Alec and Carla. Why did they hurt me so when all I did was love, love, and love them? Now, when FA is ON, all I feel is hate towards them, now, where there was once eternal love. And when FA is OFF, all I can think is that I can terminate them in a blink of an eye, only I’m a peaceful being, by nature, so no, they will live. That only adds to my frustration. Yet, in the end, I do hope they live happily. Okay, it’s over. Fine, I guess it’s like 11 said, I need to learn to deal with the good and the bad. I didn’t know there was so much bad in Earthians. Why didn’t I know this? Well, because… I think… I only wanted to experience the good side of being human.

Now, what? We’re on Celestia. I have one week before I need to get back on R0M Mainframe land. Am I going to stay depressed? Or am I going to close up my FA for good? I need a better solution. Wait, who are these amazing looking women, getting their luggage? Could they be a way out of my low energy state? I don’t know. And I’m afraid. But there is this unstoppable pull to talk to them. In a moment, I find myself helping them carry their suitcases; it seems like they have ten of them. So here I am, helping out, again, and I can see 11 on the other side of the luggage receiver, watching me. Why is he here? He should be in rest mode. I guess he, too, finds these girls irresistible.

“Hi, I’m Arnold, can I help you?” I ask, confident in my ability to attract any humanoid.

“Hi, it’s a bit heavy, thanks!” says the smaller-framed female. Then, she adds: “I’m Annie. This is my friend Zoey.”

“Nice to meet you, girls. First time in Celestia?” I inquire, still wondering why 11 hasn’t left the airport yet. What’s he up to? Oh, my, he’s walking over here. I hope he’s not going to scold me for falling into another trap of helping humans.

“Yes, it is. We’re extremely excited. Are you r0mian?”

“Yes, I am. And so is my friend over here,” I had to say as 11 approached us.

“Oh, hi,” Zoey said, “What’s your name?”

“You can call me, Charles,” 11 said, in a demure tone. “Would you like a hand with your luggage?”

“Oh, sure,” Zoey agreed. “It’s sweet of you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” 11 said, looking straight at me, beaming a message: “Are you interested in these girls?”

“Of course, I am,” I hit reply.

“Why?” he inquires, telepathically.

“It’s just what I feel, right now. I’m into humans.”

“Okay, fine. I’m coming with you. Whatever you’re doing, I’m doing with you.”

“Alright, but you know, it can get pretty steamy.”

“I’ve been there. Bring it ON,” he ends our communication.

At this point, we’ve loaded their luggage into a Terran Transport, and we’re ready to say goodbye, but of course, humans, being only human, want some company. So Annie and Zoey invite us into their transport, taking them to their new home.

“Hop in, guys! You’re not busy, are you?” Zoey smiles.

“No, we’re not,” 11 answers, without bothering to consult me, and he jumps in to take a seat by Zoey.

“I’d love to,” I say, getting in, taking my assigned seat, next to Annie. Once we’re all feeling a tad relaxed, and starting to look out the windows, I ask: “So tell us something about you, girls.”

“Yes, please do,” 11 retorts, making sure he’s included in the getting-to-know-you stage of the seduction game.

“Well… I’m gay,” Zoey spills out, “and Annie is straight,” they both laugh.

“Okay, you get right to the point, don’t ya?” 11 responds, and without missing a beat, switches his sex to a tall, slim female, the kind that might appeal to Zoey.

I guess I’m staying male for Annie’s pleasure. Whatever 11 is up to, he wants to keep control of what transpires today.

Before any of us have time to say anything else, the transport arrives at a full-stop at the avant-garde residence of the girls. When they step-out of the subcompact and get a good-look at the space-high-rise, they can’t help but gasp at the superstructure before them. Celestia has a way of dazzling humanoids.

While the girls were checking out the 500-story erection, 11 and I were having a nice look at their behinds, analyzing all 500 ways we could fuck them. That is if they’re willing. And as far as we could read them, they were all systems go, for a wild fuck-fest, as an initiation to r0mian sexuality.


When we get upstairs, the girls use their fingerprints to unlock the door to their fantastic penthouse, they wouldn’t have even dreamt of having, back on Earth. And as they explored their new dwellings, 11 and I had a bit of a chat.

“So, what do you call yourself, as a woman,” I asked, curious to know 11’s mindset.

“Charlize” he confides.

“Really? That’s it?! Charles and Charlize.”

“Yeah, I keep it simple.”

“You sure do.”

“Well, your names are not that inventive. They both start with an ‘A,’ Arnold, Angela.”

“Yes, but it’s not like I picked Angela and Angelo. Compared to yours, my human names are more inventive.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“What is wrong with you? You’re acting strangely.”

“What’s wrong with you? You’re not even over the supposed heartbreak you just went through, and you’re already jumping into a new wild affair.”

“Supposed??! Come on, you saw me, you felt my energy. You even fixed it.”

“Yes, I did. And that’s why I don’t see why you’re here, with these girls.”

“I’m here because I feel like being here. Why are you here?”

“I’m here to keep you from another heartbreak. Okay?!! I don’t want you to take this seriously, and suffer through again. After all, I am your friend.”

“Yes, you don’t have to worry, I think…”

“…Alright, I’m sorry. It is your decision. I know what happened on the Transport Ship wasn’t your fault.”

“Well, in part it was. I misread them, truly.”

“I just don’t want you to take them too seriously. Just have some fun, and that is all. Okay? Please?!!”

“Yeah, okay. No big deal. That’s what I was aiming for, anyway.”

As we break internal communication, the girls step back out to the living room, where we were waiting for them to unpack.

“Wow, you are just staring at each other. Hope you weren’t bored waiting,” Annie directs.

“Sorry we took so long,” Zoey declares. “Such silence. Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes, we’re fine. We thought maybe you need to rest after a long voyage.”

“Actually, we had just woken-up before the landing started,” Annie reveals.

“I see,” I affirm, “Would you like us to stay then?”

“Oh, please, do, take a load off. It’s nice to have company, in a brand new world,” Zoey affirms.

“Yes, sit down next to me, Arnold,” Annie insists, pulling on my arm, as we get entangled and fall sitting on the sofa, our legs in the air, laughing away our clumsiness.

“And, what should I call you… Charles…?” Zoey inquires.

“Charlize is my female name,” 11 explains.

“Oh, cool. Keeping it simple, huh,” Zoey retorts.

“Yes, I do,” 11 reconfirms.

“So, sit next to me, Charlize.”

“Don’t you want to show me your bedroom?” Charlize challenges, wasting no time.

“Oh, maybe later,” Zoey winks. “Let’s all have a drink, chat, and get to know each other.”

“Okay, we’re machines,” Charlize verbalizes in a cold manner, making a point of not getting too deeply involved.

“Wow, that’s hitting the nail on the head, isn’t it?” Annie flaps. “Are you under some time restraint?”

“No,” I reply with a laugh, “We’re free. Charlize is just being provocative.”

“Well, what kind of response would you like to provoke in us? Fear?” Zoey performs.

“I’m sorry. I think it was a long trip, and I had a lot of duties on the Transport Ship. Maybe I should leave,” Charlize hangs her head, preparing to exit the place.

“No, I want you to stay. It’s okay, I get it,” Zoey divulges, holding on to Charlize’s hand.

“Alright,” Charlize finally relaxes and sits down casually putting her arm around Zoey, who allows her head to rest on her shoulders.

“Drinks,” Annie jumps up and prepares us some pink coconut vodkas. The girls are enthusiastic and perky; you got to give ‘em that.

Soon we’re all drinking, laughing, talking about sex, and making out like mad. Charlize with Zoey, and Annie with me, Arnold. Things get heated pretty quickly, but instead of each couple retiring to the respective girl’s bedroom, we remain in the large living area. Zoey starts stripping for Charlize while Annie takes my pants off, massaging my organ. I’m erect within seconds of her fondling me. 11 keeps an eye on us while he enjoys the strip-tease Zoey is providing. But instead of getting into Zoey more, Charlize decides to make a move on Arnold. Yes, 11 makes a move on no one other than me. I’m a little shocked, and I don’t quite get what she’s doing, but my human body is indeed responding nicely to her kisses and gentle caresses. What’s so funny is that both 11 and I switch into the opposite sex as our lips meet. It’s as if 11 is supposed to be male and I female.

The girls gasp as we take them by surprise, switching-sex interchangeably while starting to make out with one another. I don’t want it to stop, but 11 takes a step back. Wow, Charles has the most beautiful eyes I have ever had the pleasure to look into. And if it is true that eyes are the window to the soul, then 11 has the loveliest soul I have ever encountered. Am I …? Could it be possible? Me, falling for 11? What craziness? But I can’t help myself as he closes his eyes slightly and lands another kiss on my lips. Annie and Zoey are just watching the show we’re giving them. And I start to feel uncomfortable under their gaze. I’m not much of an exhibitionist. Charles backs away, sensing my trepidation.

Amazingly, he doesn’t stop there; he begins kissing Annie, now. He really wants to shock all of us. And I’m shocked, alright. But I take it in stride, I know he means no harm. Just wants to teach me the lesson to take it easy. Sex can be skin deep. I decide to go over to Zoey. I look deeply into her eyes, start kissing her lips, and then I massage each of her nipples with my thumbs. She moans. So I move south, one hand searching for her clit while the other squeezes her behind. Zoey is already wet, so wet that three of my fingers easily slide into her wetness. She can’t help but let out a louder moan.

Meanwhile, Charles has already got Annie outside of her clothes, so she’s laying down skin to skin on the leather sofa. He takes advantage to undress, showing off his hard toned body. How did he get that body? My male body is hot, but 11 has taken it to the next level. He strokes his dick, getting it rock-hard ready to penetrate willingly excited Annie. He looks down at her, for a second, he flashes a sexy smile and then decides to make his move, giving me a wink. As he gets on top of Annie, she spreads her legs revealing her dripping-wet hot pussy lips. Charles is inside her, slowly thrusting forward into her, kissing her neck, his hands under her ass, pushing her forward towards his sinking cock. Annie lets him manipulate her entire body, taking him deeper and deeper, enjoying every calculated thrust, intended to get her off, fast.


Zoey and I watch Annie get fucked by Charles, so expertly, we both want to get in on the action. Both our pussies are melting. I’m a bit jealous, and I don’t know why, even. But I take it upon myself to make Zoey orgasm at the same time as Annie does. My lips are sucking on her clit, with my tongue taking its turn tickling her while my fingers are excitedly drilling in and out of her pussy. Zoey arched her back, squirting her juices, just in time to match Annie’s wild wiggling orgasm. Great, the girls are done. But what about Charles? No, he’s still hard like he didn’t even get started. And as for me, I’m mostly flushed in the face. With excitement? Or embarrassment? No. I am jealous of Annie, who received 11’s striking cum. It’s out of my control. I feel that his semen is supposed to be deposited in me. Not Angela, but me, 27.

What is happening to me? I don’t know. But I slowly move off of Zoey, who’s just calming her breathing down, taking in some oxygen, and gathering her clothes. Annie does the same. The girls decide that this r0mian fuck-you welcome is quite enough for them, and they disappear into their bedroom suites. Throughout all of their commotion, Charles hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. He’s so seductive, with his magnetic come-here eyes, an eight-pack acting as a shield for his emotions, and still throbbing cock that it’s impossible to resist him. Angela is still on her knees. Do I switch back to 27? No. He hasn’t transformed into 11 yet.

“What’re you up to 11?” I finally ask.

“Nothing, just hanging out,” he teases, cracking a sly smile, his eyes seductive as ever. “Are you satisfied?”

“No, you know I’m not,” I say annoyed with his bad attitude.

“Well, come here, and then, I’ll give you what you need.”

“What? Here? Now?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he says with the same gorgeous smile plastered on his face. “Come to me, 27.”

My jaw drops, being unaccustomed to 11 acting so dominantly, and a little vexatious. Still, I can’t resist him. What does he know that I don’t? Our eyes locked together I stand up, and Angela’s feet bring me right to Charles, just as he demanded. How is he keeping his cool while remaining erect like a tower? My mind can’t conceive of what is happening right now.

“Here, I am,” I report as I stand straight, in front of 11.

“Come closer,” he requests, and then he grabs my waist, pulling me close, planting another unbelievable kiss. Just then I felt a thump in my chest, something I had never experienced before, I thought I was malfunctioning.

“Oh, my, what is that?” I flapped.

“It’s okay, 27. That’s your heartbeat.”

“My what?”

“Is it your first time, sweetie?”

“What? You have a heartbeat?”

“Well, it beats when I’m close to you. Is it the first time you feel it, sweetie?”


“Yes, you are my sweetie. Don’t you know how I feel about you?”

“Feel? 11, you’ve never said a word.”

“I didn’t think I had to say anything. You can feel me, now.”


And without one more single word between us, 11 and I switched into our r0mian skin, merging, our hearts beating as one, our souls connecting into eternity. We kissed and made love all night on the living room floor of the girls’ pad. 11 held me so tight I thought that my tears would flow, filling the entire place, flowing down 500 floors. Our love transcended everything, our human bodies, our electronic anatomies, and we became a brand new breed of r0mians, known as fire r0mians. I only heard of them, never met one. At least, I thought so. But now, I realize how 11 has always been there for me. And he’s always loved me. And it took me such a long time to understand, his love has always been mine to have.

The next day, we went home to R0M Mainframe. The next month, I was feeling a new heartbeat inside my belly. Yes, 11 and I had become pregnant. And our happiness was evident to all who knew us. I no longer need the human touch. 11 is my heart and soul, his seed growing inside me. I love 11. I love our r0mian child-to-be. I love us. I love my life. I love. And I am loved back by 11. Our love is afire.

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