The first off collab between Gigi and Ceci occurred with little fanfare. There were a few hints during each of their streams in the leadup to the weekend, then a Twitter post dropped exclaiming that Ceci was already in Gigi’s house. When thousands of blindsided fans asked about the visit, Gigi responded exactly how one would have expected:
we were supposed to wait until later in the year, but Ceci just LOOOVES me and begged to do it sooner!!! i think she wants to live here now so i will take care of her and feed her and read her bedtime stories
The opening act for the weekend was a survival game set in the post-apocalypse. There were twenty or so minutes of pre-game banter wherein Ceci ragged on the state of Gigi's room, then the two of them buckled down for a five hour stream. Gigi kept the energy high every step of the way, yapping up a storm to distract from a failed installation and various game-breaking bugs. Ceci matched the flow of conversation perfectly, and smashed back every ball of potential comedy lobbed her way.
While the duo's chemistry blazed brighter than ever, Ceci's focus started to drift. A distinct smell had pervaded the room since Gigi walked in and cozied up next to her on the edge of the bed, and now it was becoming distracting. Being an automaton did not excuse Ceci from a sense of smell; in fact her augmented nose was much more sensitive than a human’s. Ceci glanced over at her streaming buddy, passing over the nape of Gigi’s neck, her chest, armpits, stomach, and feet, searching for the source of the smell. Only when Gigi casually spread her thick, supple thighs did the scent receptors in Ceci’s body go haywire. It should have been obvious.
Gigi’s spats reeked. Not in an entirely unpleasant way, either. Ceci thought back to earlier in the day when Gigi had suddenly run outside for a last minute errand. Something about needing a new HDMI cable. When she returned twenty minutes later, she was basically dripping in sweat, and wearing a big dumb grin.
Why didn’t she take a shower after that? She knew we'd be in the same room all day… Ceci mused, watching Gigi continuing to fan her crotch without a care in the world. The smell only grew stronger as it ate away at the room’s untainted air.
Still yammering on, Gigi began adjusting her spats in the most obnoxious manner possible. She reached down, tugged the material to its breaking point, then let it slap back against her skin, briefly jiggling her thighs. At first, Ceci assumed she was just getting comfortable in her own home, but then the little brat purposely turned her hips towards Ceci and spread her legs even further.
The musk was starting to affect Ceci’s brain. Certain fantasies were spinning to life inside her gear-filled head. Fantasies that involved shoving her face between those thighs and-
Gigi suddenly spoke up. “Ooh! Okay, okay, let's roleplay this part! I'll be your long lost wife and you can be a weary soldier returning from war.”
Snapped out of her trance, Ceci cleared her throat and nodded. That was a much needed reminder that they were still on stream. “Uh, sure. Sounds good.”
Gigi pitched her voice up. “Oh, husband! I never thought I'd see the day! It's been so lonely in these hellish lands without another to hold me close!” She struggled not to break down into giggles.
“It wasn't easy for me either, my…love,” Ceci replied. “The war...it...uh, it made me think about what was really important to me...while I was shooting those guys.”
“And that was?”
“Your...your cooking, my love. It always gave me the strength to carry on.”
“Hmm? Cooking, huh? Are you sure there wasn't anything else?” Gigi asked as she teasingly pulled up the hem of her long shirt. Not only was she flashing the pale skin of her tummy, but the holy grail of her spats-covered snatch was finally out in the open.
The roleplay was suddenly the furthest thing from Ceci’s mind. The game, the microphone, the audience– everything fell away into a muted haze as she stared fixedly at her friend’s crotch. Gigi's chubby pussy lips were exquisitely outlined in the sheer black material of her spats, the deep line of her slit somehow looking even more obscene than had she just been going nude. That ever-present musk wafted from between her thighs, smelling of sweat and sex. Unconsciously, Ceci licked her lips.
“Y-yeah. I'm sure.” Ceci stammered, trying to remember how words were formed. She wrenched her gaze away from Gigi's cunt
(God those spats are so thin she might as well be wearing body paint that little minx how can she parade something like around in public and how do the other Justice girls control themselves I swear this gremlin’s basically asking to get molested)
and turned her attention back to the stream. Whatever game Gigi was trying to play, Ceci would not give her the satisfaction of losing her composure.
Gigi, of course, wasn't finished. With a smug grin, she stood up from the bed and positioned her crotch right next to Ceci's face, warming the automata's features in her scent. “Sorry if my voice sounds further away, guys,” Gigi shouted. “I've been sitting for too long, so I gotta get up and stretch my legs!”
It seemed Gigi's limiters were off. She wanted a reaction, one way or another. They continued gaming, but Ceci's grip was growing tighter on her controller. The smell was driving her feral, and her eyes kept darting over to Gigi's plump mound. Lurid fantasies poured back into her head alongside the heady musk pouring into her nostrils. Her gears were begging her to pin down this brat and plow her into the mattress. The size difference alone was more than enough to take control, not to mention her incredible strength as an automaton. It would be so easy…
“Wowww, Ceci seems really distracted, guys!” Gigi cooed, lightly bumping Ceci’s face with her hips. “Maybe that jet lag’s worse than we thought!”
The controller between Ceci's hands snapped. Plastic and gold-plated bits of electronics scattered across the carpet like confetti. Gigi yelped and leapt back like a startled cat.
Ceci leaned coolly into the microphone and pretended to laugh. “Oh no, sorry everyone! I…I dropped my controller! Oh, I think it’s broken! Let's take a little rewind, okay, Gigi?”
Gigi nodded nervously. Her mind was rapidly catching up to the fact that she might have teased too hard this time.
The instant Ceci hit mute, she tackled Gigi to the bed. Gigi’s small body was incredibly easy to manhandle. If she wanted to, Ceci could pin her to the wall, fold her in half, or carry her around like a sack of flour and bend her over every piece of furniture in the house. But now, in her musk-drunk haze, Ceci only wanted (needed) one thing.
“Whoa, hold on! Time out, time out!” Gigi squeaked while Ceci spread her legs with a little too much force. “A-are you sure this can’t wait until-”
Hands planted on Gigi’s thighs, Ceci shoved her face into Gigi’s cunt, nose buried deep in her lower lips. Ceci took a long deep breath through her nose, filling her mechanical lungs to maximum capacity.
sssnnNNNFFFHHH
On the exhale, Ceci shuddered like a drug-addict pushing down the syringe. God, she smelled so good! Well, maybe “good” wasn’t the right word; it was a potent mixture of sweat, feminine musk, and pussy that clocked her brain like a shot of tequila, but somehow she couldn't get enough of it! Every breath that wasn’t filtered through Gigi’s spats felt like a grievous waste. Ceci clamped down on Gigi's thighs (who was busy trying to squirm away) and loudly sucked down another dozen lungfuls of her thick scent. Huffing and snorting like a pig, Ceci made sure every molecule of drifting Gigi-smell soaking into those damp spats was funneled up her nose and into her bloodstream.
“Nghhh, you fucking brat...” Ceci mumbled angrily into Gigi's sweaty cunt. “How long did you think you could get away with that act, huh? You thought I’d just sit there and play along until dinner?” Every few words out of Ceci’s mouth was interrupted by another desperate sniff.
“W-what do you…ahh...mean?” Gigi said, her face awash in blush. She was tingly all over, and the feeling of Ceci's nose snorting at her pussy kept her hips bucking. Her hands gripped the bed tight, sheets twisted within their grip. Gigi had dreamed of this day for a long time, but never expected her partner to be so forceful! She was really going to town down there.
Gigi craned her neck down. “If you were a lesbian, you'd be eating so good right now!”
“Shut up.” Ceci snarled as she placed her hands under Gigi's knees and shoved them upwards. Now she had access to premium Gigi Smell; her musky, stuffy asshole. So much sweat had collected and marinated between Gigi's plump cheeks thanks to the absence of any proper underwear, and Ceci was about to clean house. She dove in nose-first, burying herself in unwashed gremlin ass and snorting down fat beads of sweat straight from the spats. She moaned unashamedly as the taste and smell fried her automaton brain. Ceci could barely think straight anymore, shoving her nose deeper into Gigi's spats-covered starfish until both nostrils were fully clogged, and huffed until her vision started going gray. She wouldn't have minded passing out like that, but there was work to be done.
Somehow, Ceci managed to pull her face away from Gigi's musk-soaked undercarriage, strings of saliva and butt sweat drawn out between them in glimmering strings. Ceci looked plastered, her eyes half-lidded, her tongue lolling out. When she collected herself, Ceci got to her feet and stood over Gigi's vulnerable body.
Ceci's heavy dress fell to the floor, followed by her bloomers. Gigi's eyes went wide seeing what awaited her, and started retreating on the bed towards the headboard.
“Wait, was it always that big?”
Ceci smirked. Between her legs was the latest procreational module, lovingly dubbed the “Gremlin Crusher”. Germany had made astounding strides in the fields of automata and sex toys, creating a full functioning cock with all the biological capabilities of the real thing, even if it was technically a combination of high-quality plastic and silicon. Ceci hefted its weight, feeling her massive shaft droop down over her hand, feeling her heavy balls swing and clap between her thighs.
Gigi was still locked up in cock-shock. Her pupils were tiny beads darting every which way. “Ahaha...so, just checking, it's not like I'm going to get pregnant from that, right? Maybe we should slow down for a-”
Ceci’s inhuman strength tore open Gigi’s shirt, orange threads shredding across the bedspread. Next came the spats, which Ceci yanked off and tossed next to her suitcase to take home as an extra valuable souvenir of her time in the States.
“No more talking,” Ceci said, lining herself up with Gigi’s mound, pre-cum dripping onto her slit. “The viewers are still waiting, so we need to finish this up.”
“W-wait-” Gigi gasped, but Ceci’s hands were already around her throat and squeezing. Finally, a reprieve from Gigi’s grating quips. Ceci thrust forward, slamming deep inside Gigi and making her whole body tense up. Feeling Gigi claw at her strong doll hands and gasp for air only made Ceci hornier. With mechanical rhythm, Ceci pounded away at her living onahole, the meaty smacks of her balls against Gigi's ass sending whatever sweat hadn't been snorted up into a fine spray in the air. As a machine, Ceci knew no rest or build up of lactic acid, and could pump that brat full of cum until the bed collapsed.
And it nearly did. The wooden frame squeaked as Ceci bred Gigi's helpless little body into a crater. Ceci’s hands tightened, cutting off oxygen entirely and Gigi could only gurgle until foamy spit seeped down the side of her mouth.
Ceci grunted, hilted herself deep in Gigi’s cunt, and blasted her womb with a geyser of automata cum. Gigi’s body could barely handle such a powerful, voluminous orgasm, and her midsection visibly swelled from the load. The rest quickly back-filled and spurted from her pussy, dripping over Ceci’s spent, twitching balls. Ceci walked back with a sigh, unplugging Gigi's well-stretched pussy and watched her seed pour out in a thick, slow-moving sludge.
Without another word, Ceci dressed herself and sat expectantly in front of the mic. Gigi pulled herself into a sitting position, legs shaking, and straightened her back. She gave Ceci a small thumbs-up gesture.
“Welcome back!~” Ceci sang into the mic. She clearly sounded refreshed and chat was glad to know whatever had been bothering her earlier had been addressed.
“We're back! Sorry for the long delay!” Gigi added. “I wanted to finish doin' my dailies and Ceci was giving me the side eye the whole time.” She managed to make her laughter sound natural, even as she felt Ceci’s cum seep out onto the bed sheets and warm her inner thighs.
Ceci met her eyes. “Yeah, and I was able to make some tea! But depending on how long the stream goes,” she silently grabbed Gigi’s bare ass with one hand and gave it a squeeze, “we might have to rewind again today!”