The Erotic Adventures of Rubby the Robot and Other Smutty Sci-Fi Stories

By Aussiescribbler

Rubby the Robot is a Pleasure Unit with a problem. His job is to provide erotic massages to the all-female crew of deep space explorer ship Nostradamus...but will there be a happy ending for Rubby?

In A Weird Science Tale the fate of the world hangs on a game of strip pinball.

In the future sex will be outlawed, but there will be Rollerbonk!

Music is the food of lust in The Sex Signal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aussiescribbler
• Release date: May 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476289953

Aussiescribbler

Sex is a wonderful thing, but I find it hard to take it seriously. It has the power to make buffoons of us all. But I like to laugh as much as I like to get off so its a win-win situation over all. There is nothing so erotic as a spirit of playfulness, and that is what I express through my erotic stories. If you like puns, parodies, slapstick and one-liners with your saucy stories then you may find something here to tickle more than just your funny bone. I also write about psychology under the name Joe Blow.

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The Erotic Adventures of Rubby the Robot & Other Smutty Sci-Fi Stories

by Aussiescribbler

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Copyright 2012 Aussiescribbler

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Table of Contents

The Erotic Adventures of Rubby the Robot

Part One : Lust in Space

Part Two : A Spacecraft Named Desire

A Weird Science Tale

Rollerbonk

The Sex Signal

The Erotic Adventures of Rubby the Robot

Part One : Lust in Space

My name is Pleasure Unit 5000 Special Prototype B Serial No. 456893001 and I'm a voltaholic. I live for the Juice Bars - somewhere I could lay down and stick a wire in my arm. The rush of electricity through my circuits makes me forget the unbearable frustrations of my existence. At least for a while.

My first mission was aboard the deep space explorer ship Nostradamus. My job was to ease tension and provide recreational pleasure to the all-female crew. I'm programmed in all forms of massage using my fat soft vibrating fingers. The women know me affectionately as Rubby the Robot.

When I was built the idea of robots with personality was a novelty. The idea was to use the most advanced artificial intelligence technology to allow us to develop emotions. Earlier Pleasure Units did a great job of massaging and otherwise pleasuring crew members, but they had only rudimentary inflexible scripts with which to simulate human interaction. A Pleasure Unit capable of sympathy, genuine interest, and even a sense of humour, was considered to be a major advance. We developed our personalities over time, interacting with those around us and storing memories and learning from experience. And we were prone to all of the difficulties which humans have in interacting with others and developing positive or negative ways of thinking about themselves. Our creators couldn't solve their own personality problems, so how could they prevent us from developing similar ones.

It was no fun being a Pleasure Unit. I can't say that it was painful. I didn't know what pain was. Robots can be provided with a full cybernetic nervous system capable of feeling physical sensations, including pleasure and pain, but it is very expensive, and was not felt to be a necessary expense in the creation of my kind. And there is the rub, my life revolved around the delivery of something I could never feel. I could see how much it meant to others, but it was out of my reach. And there was nothing to motivate me. I had to obey orders, and yet I had a human-like personality that longed to be more than a slave.

Robots of my generation almost always have serious emotional problems. What they are differs from individual to individual. I was one of the prototypes, and the scientists should have learnt their lesson from us, but economics came into play in combination with desperate optimism. There was a great deal