Teenage Robot Hentai

My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Tell all ye faithful Chapter 3

My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Tell all ye faithful Chapter 3

I walked up to a salesperson. “Excuse me, I need a really small Christmas tree. The smallest one you have.”

“Certainly.” He walked me over to a tree that was just above half of my height. “This tree,” He said, “Is three and a half feet tall. It will fit in any household in any corner.”

“It’s still a little to tall.” I said.

“You want something very small?”

I nodded.

“Go over there. We sell trees about a foot tall in that building.”

It was a little less than a building, more of a hut. Nonetheless, they had what I wanted, a small tree. You could call it handheld, or a decoration. Whatever you could call it, it was mine.

***

I hummed Jingle Bells as I decorated my small tree with a popcorn string Brad had given me. Suddenly, my door slammed open.

“MOM!” I turned around and tried to hide the tree.

“XJ9, what is going on? You’ve been up here all day, and I smell evergreen, and…popcorn? What are you hiding?” She tried to push me aside.

“Really Mom, nothings happeni-“

She looked behind me and saw the tree. “So, this is what you’re up to?” She said with an evil glare.

“Uh! It’s just a Christmas tree!” I said.

“I told you, you have much more important things to do. Dispose of it, now!” She ordered.

“No!” I shouted. “NO! NO! A million times no!”

She stared me straight through. “Are you being aggressive with me?” She grabbed my tree.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” She walked downstairs and then threw my tree straight into the fireplace.

She burned my tree. My Christmas tree, the one with Brad’s popcorn string on it, the one I had spent an hour decorating, the one I bought with some of the money I had earned in after-school work, the tree that I had built a tinfoil star for, and she burned it. When that tree died, some of my holiday spirit did. All of it? Not even close.

“I hope you learned a lesson.” Mom said.

***

Just before bedtime, mom came into my room. “I have a surprise, XJ9.” She said.

“What is it?” I said, still very mad.

“I fixed the dream chip, just let me put it in.” She pulled a chip out of pocket and reached for my head.

“What are you doing mom? That isn’t the dream chip.” I pulled away.

“Of course it is, XJ9. Don’t be so stubborn.” She lied.

“Get away from me, Mom! You’re lying!” I flew to the ceiling.

“You’ll run out of fuel sometime!” She shouted.

I never got to that point, though. Because took her shoe off and threw it at me. It was so unexpected, I fell unconscious. Blackness surrounded me until I woke up.

I blinked my eyes slowly open. I remember feeling very different.

“There, now wasn’t that easy?” Mom said.

“Can I have dreams yet?” I asked.

“Uh…no.” She said.

“I thought you fixed it.”

“I did, it’s just…uh…too unsafe.”

“Then why’d you put it in?”

“That’s enough talking back! Now get to bed instantly! Tomorrow’s your last day of school before Christmas vacation.” She left.

I remember, sitting here now, a little voice inside of me that had said, at that very moment, ‘I hate Christmas’.

***

Feliz Navidad a ustedes.

Y a ustedes, unos buenos noches!

I don’t know if I’m saying that right, I’m only in my first year of Spanish.