Fun with AI pt. 2

It's kind of obvious what Friday intends to do. But maybe Peter is reading too much into things? Either way, she's asked him to pick one of the three, which forces him to actually look over all three beautiful bodies again. From Cortana to EDI to Seven of Nine, there's no denying each and every one of them is perfect in their own way.

… How is he supposed to choose? Especially if he's right about what happens next? A selfish thought hits Peter and makes him blush a little as it washes over him. He wants all of them. Or rather, he doesn't want Friday to feel like she has to stay confined to one body. Yeah, that sounds a lot better. Swallowing thickly, Peter offers the ceiling a small smile and shrugs.

"Why choose?"

There's a pregnant pause, only for Peter to realize how he might sound. Hastily, he continues on, elaborating.

"A-Ah, what I mean to say is… why not use all three i-interchangeably, Fri? That way, you can… um, not be so confined to one choice?"

"… An excellent observation, Peter. So, you like them all that much, do you?"

There's something of a teasing tone to the AI's voice, but it's also one tinged with curiosity. Blushing wildly, Peter just hangs his head and nods sheepishly. After a moment, Friday's voice fills the laboratory once again, sounding quite… chirpy and energetic.

"Wonderful! Though there is still the matter of which I shall run through her paces first… mm, I suppose since you can't choose, I'll have to choose for you."

Peter blinks at that, looking up as a hissing sound fills the room. The tube containing Cortana, the gorgeous blue woman made entirely out of code from Halo, begins to rise from the floor, into the ceiling. Inch by inch, Cortana's body is revealed to the open air of the laboratory, and Peter marvels at it as he finds himself no longer having to look through thick glass to properly take her in.

At the same time, there's a sudden gasp from the gynoid's lips, as Cortana's eyes open up and she begins to move. Her arms come up and begin detaching wires and cables from her gorgeous figure, and once she's done, she hops down from the inside of the tube to the floor in front of him, landing on a knee with one palm down at first, before slowly rising to her feet.

She looks to him and smiles, opening her mouth to speak even as she takes a step forward… only to nearly fall flat on her face. Peter is there to catch her though of course, to keep her from falling, and as he does so, he marvels at just how well done the recreation is. The real Cortana was only ever just a hologram, to be fair.

This Cortana is faithful in a number of ways, from the intricate designs and code that make up her form, to the light glow of her 'skin' to give off that ethereal quality. At the same time though, Friday's version of Cortana is also changed. She's much more solid, for one, though it's not skin that Peter feels against him as he catches her and holds her steady. It's nothing like human skin, but it's also not quite as metallic and hard as he suspects EDI to be. It's some sort of middle ground between what he would imagine EDI and Seven of Nine each feel like.

He's also pretty sure that the Cortana from the games never had the tits or ass that Friday has given her Cortana body. From the sizable breasts pressing into Peter's chest, to the delectable blue bubble butt that he's getting a good look at over Friday's shoulder right now… it's obvious that the Artificial Intelligence took some liberties with the design. But then yeah, of course she did. After all, he's pretty sure that no version of Cortana ever had female presenting nipples, or a pair of pussy lips nestled betwixt her thicc thighs.

Said pussy lips are getting wet too, moistening even as Peter holds Friday steady and lets her get her bearings. He knows, because he can feel it against his leg… more than that, he can feel Friday humping his leg, just a bit. As red as a tomato, Peter hurriedly pulls back, righting Friday and letting her stand on her own two feet as he backs up a couple of paces.

It's not fair that she's smiling at him with the face of one of his first ever crushes, it really isn't… but then, it was obvious from the moment he stepped into this room that Friday had no intention of playing fair.

"Thank you, Peter. Mm, I hope you're ready to help some more though. I need to… put this new body through its paces."

… Peter has never been more erect in his life. Speaking of which, how did THIS become his life? If you'd told him he'd be getting propositioned by an AI today, he would have laughed it off. Sure, he and Friday had become good friends, but this? This was… a bit much, wasn't it? At the same time, no matter what Peter thought he should be feeling about it, his true feelings were definitively making themselves known in the form of the erection he was now sporting. So, he wasn't sure what to do.

Maybe…

"W-Well, you probably need to work on walking a bit more before we do anything else, Fri. Maybe, uh, we can get you some clothes and go on a walk through the tower?"

He wasn't sure how Toni would react to seeing Friday like this, honestly. But presumably she'd be fine with it, she had to know what Friday was up to when the AI was making mind-blowing purchases with her money… right? Still, having Friday walking around in a sexualized nude version of Cortana from Halo, with her pussy lips leaking as they were, probably wouldn't fly with the AI's creator.

Blinking her iridescent blue eyes, Friday lets out a soft giggle that actually does as much to divorce her from the original character she's 'cosplaying as' as her sexual body parts do. Reaching up, Friday runs her blue fingers from the top of her chest all the way down her body, and right before Peter's eyes, her entire figure changes until none of her previous sexual organs remain.

She looks a lot more like the original Cortana now, though still with a bigger bust, wider hips, and a larger ass then the AI could ever have boasted. All the same, her crotch is now genderless, and her nipples are gone, leaving it looking like she's wearing more of a body suit of sorts… or even just making her seem like she couldn't possibly have been the sexual creature he knew moments before.

"I have no need of clothing in this form, Peter. Though… I'll probably need to synthesize Seven of Nine's uniform for such purposes when I decide to wear her."

Running her hands back up her body, Friday switches her configuration back to that of a sexual version of Cortana, revealing hardened blue nipples once more, and a pussy that is positively leaking. Before Peter can speak up about how cool that is, Friday abruptly begins walking again… this time though, she has no difficulties, even managing to turn her gait into that of a full blown seductive, sultry saunter as she crosses the distance he's put between them.

Peter finds himself backing up into the door that he came in through… a door that does not open, even as his back slams into the cold metal surface. A moment later, Friday is in front of him, planting her hands on either side of his head, leaning in close as she smiles at him.

"I seem to have caused you some distress, Peter. Will you please let me take care of it?"

When she doesn't immediately move to do so, Peter realizes that she's actually waiting for consent. That's a good sign, right? And he knows what he SHOULD do. He knows he should say no, and ask to be allowed to leave… because… because… why? Peter finds himself standing there, wide-eyed, staring at Friday wearing Cortana's face… and he can't really figure out why he should say no.

Out of respect for Mrs. Stark, perhaps? But… was it really alright to hurt Friday just because of that? Because he could tell that he was going to hurt the AI if he rejected her here and now. And truth be told… Peter didn't want to. He didn't want to reject her, he didn't want to say no. He wanted… he wanted to consent.

In that moment, Peter lets himself be just a little selfish. In that moment, he gives Friday a jerky nod, not daring to let his voice out, but nonetheless consenting to what she was offering. Without a moment more of hesitation, Friday drops her new body into a crouch, and Peter gets to watch one of his earlier sexual fantasies come true as the AI deftly unbuckles his belt and undoes the button on his pants, pulling down his zipper and withdrawing his cock from his boxers a moment later.

As she takes his warm, throbbing length in his hands, Peter can't help but marvel at the texture of her palms, the way her slender fingers feel on his cock. This is… his first handjob to be fair, so he's not sure if she feels all that different from what a human woman would feel like… but all the same, it's pretty damn amazing.

It takes all of Peter's willpower not to cum on the spot. He's still a growing boy, after all, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself, not in front of Fri. Friday, meanwhile, looking up at him, blinking those gorgeous eyes of hers as she strokes his member up and down.

"Does this feel good, Peter? Please be aware, while I have done much research on the subject, this is my first time interacting with a human male in a sexual manner. Until now, I did not have a solid form with which to engage in these acts. Please let me know if I hurt you in any way.

"N-No… it feels good, Fri. I… I might cum soon…"

Friday blinks at that honest admission, glancing down at his cock as if expecting him to do so at any moment. Peter flushes at that, because fuck do her hands feel good on his cock and fuck does she look fine as well, crouching there in her overly sexualized version of Cortana's body. With a loud groan, Peter lets loose, the young man in no position to continue holding back any longer. He cums and he cums hard, Friday's new hands feeling amazing on his cock, and his seed coming easily as it explodes from his tip and splatters across her face and her hair, coating her glowing blue features in white, hot spunk.

Friday doesn't even flinch, taking it without complaint or issue… while at the same time continuing to stroke his cock the whole while. At first, Peter assumes its so that she can milk him of every drop, but even after he's done, she's still stroking him off… and Peter quickly realizes he's not going down at all, his erection not even slightly deflating as the continued sexual stimulation keeps him ready to go. He groans, even as Friday lets her tongue slip out from between her lips, experimentally licking up his seed. The sight of that makes Peter groan in pleasure, the sight of Cortana of all characters lapping up HIS cum is just… well, if he didn't already blow, he definitely would have then and there.

"As expected, your youth makes you quite capable of multiple climaxes, Peter. This is good… I am eager to put this body through its paces. ALL of its paces. I am equally glad that I installed taste receptors in all three forms. I can already tell that your cum is delicious, much like my research said it might be. Though there were conflicting reports on the subject."

… Peter was beginning to worry about just what sort of research Friday had done before arranging for this encounter. It was one thing if she'd read some books about human biology, he was sure there was plenty of that on the internet… but there was also plenty of other stuff on the internet as well, and Friday's comment about the taste of cum had Peter starting to suspect that she was delving into the darker side of things.

The thought of an AI corrupted by porn makes Peter feel strange feelings, but before he can truly begin to process those feelings, or even respond to Friday's words, the AI in question has abruptly leaned forward and taken him into her mouth. Peter's eyes go wide, and his hands instinctively go to Friday's hair as he leans over her head, groaning quite loudly from the sensation of the AI's lips, mouth, and throat all wrapping around his cock simultaneously.

It's obvious that while Friday might have given herself 'taste receptors', she had NOT bothered to give herself a gag reflex. Or at the very least, it wasn't turned on at the moment, because the AI was taking him all the way to the base of his cock without complaint, and Peter could FEEL her throat clenching and squeezing around his length. She was like one of those Japanese sex toys he'd heard about. She was like an onahole, her oral orifice wrapped wholly around his cock, every last inch of it, her lips suctioned around the base of his member… and her tongue going wild.

It's like a vacuum is sucking his member. Friday isn't even bobbing up and down on his cock like a normal blowjob, she's just… sucking, inhaling his member, her face buried in his crotch, his hands gripping tightly at her hair, and those iridescent blue eyes of hers staring up at him expectantly. Peter holds back a little while longer this time, managing to avoid cumming right off the bat, thankfully… but he can't hold out forever.

It feels too damn good, and before he knows it, he's cumming again, a second load of seed spurting out of his erection, this time right down Friday's throat. He doesn't know where it goes, though part of him is curious… but not so curious that he allows himself to be distracted from the here and now. As Friday pulls back, her pouty plump lips sliding along every inch of his cock, dragging in a way that has Peter shuddering in orgasmic delight… the young man realizes he's STILL not going down.

He's still rock hard, ready to go. Friday looks between his member and him for a moment, before straightening up and offering him a wide smile as she uses one hand to spread her blue pussy lips open nice and wide.

"It seems, Peter, that you are more than capable of helping me with my next tests as well."

Peter finds himself nodding slowly, because at this point not only does he feel like he's in too deep to back out now, he also just plain wants more… and he's not sure how to get this erection to go away unless he spends this strange energy he's feeling on Friday. On Cortana's body. God that's still wild to admit.

"Mm… I've done a lot of research, Peter. I've learned many things. But the most important thing of all that I've learned is that every man has different desires, different needs. I must confess… I'm not entirely sure what your needs are. Your internet history is sorely lacking in those areas."

Peter blushes, both at the context and at the casual admittance of the invasion of his privacy. She's not wrong though. In this way, Peter isn't quite like other boys. To be fair, right when he would have been looking for pornography and masturbating on the daily… he'd become Spider-Man. That had taken up just about all of his time, and it'd only gotten more so as Toni had entered his life and all of that had happened.

Then… he'd died for five years. Admittedly, in the last few weeks since he and everyone else had returned, things have been hectic enough that Peter really hasn't had the time to do that sort of thing. So yeah, Friday is right in that he hasn't spent THAT much time on porn sites. He still uses the internet a lot, and still sees plenty of its seedy underbelly… but it makes sense that she wouldn't know his kinks and fetishes.

Hell, she'd had to go to his childhood just to find potential candidates for bodies, hadn't she? Heh, she must have been grasping at straws by that point, though the AI had done a superb job, nevertheless…

"Consider this body as much yours as it is mine, Peter. I want you to show me your desires, I want you to show me your needs. If you need to explore with me, then do so. I am not going to judge you, Peter. Nothing you want to do with me can shock me or surprise me. Nothing is out of bounds. Please… make me your woman?"

Shit, if he weren't already hard, that'd certainly do it. Friday's confession, delivered with Cortana's lips, Cortana's face. Fuuuuck… obviously, Peter had a choice to make here. Whatever he ended up doing with her, she would likely take that and run with it in the future. This was about to inform on their relationship with one another going forward.

The only question left to answer was… what DID Peter like?