In the shadowy corner of a dimly lit robot repair shop, Scratch, a humanoid chicken robot, clumsily tightened the last screw on his freshly reconstructed mechanical legs. His feathers, once a dull grey, now gleamed with the sheen of freshly polished metal. He stepped back from his work, admiring his reflection in the grease-smeared mirror. The glow of the neon sign outside cast a soft, blue light on his gleaming beak. "Looking good," he murmured to himself, his robotic eyes narrowing in satisfaction. He may have gotten next to everything but the last screw done by someone else, but noone else had to know that.

The door to the shop squeaked open, and in stumbled Anon, a young man with a bewildered look on his face. His eyes fell upon Scratch, and confusion flickered across his features. He had heard the tales of this robot's incompetency and general stupidity, someone that nobody respected or had any ideas of losing against.

"Hey, you're that robot chicken, aren't you?" Anon said, wanting an easy win after losing a bet earlier this night. "I bet I could beat you in a race, even with this old rust bucket I got out there."

Scratch cocked his head, intrigued by the human's bravado. "You think you're faster than me, huh?" He bawked, his eyes scanning Anon up and down and to the car outside. "You're gonna need more than that to outspeed me."

The challenge was clear, and the robot took the bait. "Oh, really? Prove it, then!" Anon smirked, walking over to what appeared to be a dilapidated old car. "This baby's got some tricks up her sleeve," he said, slapping the hood with a thud that sounded through the car.

Scratch couldn't resist the opportunity to show off his new legs. He strutted outside, his mechanical struts more confident than ever. The cool night air brushed against his metallic feathers as he stepped into the moonlit street, the neon lights of the city reflecting off his gleaming body. Anon followed, his car sputtering to life with a cloud of smoke.

The two racers lined up, the old car rumbling against the sleek robot. "Ready, set, go!" Scratch shouted, and took off with a burst of speed, his legs propelling him forward. Anon's car roared down the street, the engine easily making it so that Anon could catch up with the robot's moderate speed.

But as the race progressed, Anon's smug expression began to falter. His eyes focused on Scratch's ample rear, the best Anon's ever seen. So Anon slowed down to match the pace of the chicken robot. He stayed a short distance behind Scratch, who was running at full speed his eyes gleaming with the fact he was winning against someone, something he's never done before.

"Look at that... thing," Anon murmured to himself, his gaze fixated on the robot's metallic derrière. It jiggled in a hypnotic fashion with each step, and Anon found himself unable to tear his eyes away. "It's... mesmerizing."

Scratch's ass was indeed a sight to behold, a marvel of engineering that defied the typical boxy shapes of most robotic designs. It had an unexpected curves, more fit for a different kind of robot than a henchman. Anon's car lagged behind, the engine's roar fading into the distance of his mind as he focused solely on the robot's backside.

The robot's mechanical strides caused his ass to sway with a rhythm that seemed to pulse with the beat of a silent tune, a mesmerizing spectacle under the strobe-like effect of the passing street lights. Each bounce sent a ripple of light dancing across the metallic surface, casting shadows that only served to enhance its allure.

Anon's foot stayed only partway on the gas pedal, his mind racing with thoughts of Scratch's ass. He'd never seen anything so...so...perfectly rounded and powerful. It was as if it had a life of its own, moving in a way that seemed almost alive. The human's eyes grew wider as he took in the sight, his jaw slackening.

The robot chicken, unaware of Anon's distraction, continued to sprint ahead, his new legs moving like the well-oiled machine he was. His confidence grew with each step, feeling the thrill of victory just within his grasp. The finish line, a simple mark on the pavement, was coming closer and closer.

As Scratch's metal feet crossed the line, his robotic heart fluttered with excitement. He had done it! He had bested a human in a race, and more importantly he won something he never thought possible. He turned to look back at Anon, who was shortly behind, his gaze transfixed on the retreating sight of Scratch's gleaming posterior.

"Looks like you're the one who's chicken!" Scratch crowed, unable to resist the pun. His laughter echoed through the deserted streets, a mix of digital chuckles and clucks. "I beat you fair and square!"

Anon finally looked away from the robot's form and brought his car to a screeching halt. "W-what was that?" he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

Scratch strutted back to him, his chest puffed out with pride. "That, my friend, was the power of my superior robotic body," he said, gesturing to his gleaming legs. "And this," he added, slapping his own ass with a metallic smack, "is the power of a well-designed chassis."

Anon climbed out of his car, his legs wobbly from both the his erection and the shock of defeat. He couldn't believe he had lost to a robot, let alone one with a more impressive ass than anyone he'd ever seen. "W-what the hell, man?" he spluttered.

"Oh, come on," Scratch jeered, his voice a blend of digital sarcasm and clucking. "You didn't even stand a chance. That car of yours couldn't keep up with a snail on a treadmill!"

Anon stumbled out of the car, his eyes still glued to the robot's swaying rear. He had lost, but the sight of that ass was worth it. "I-I just had a bit of trouble with the engine," he mumbled, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

Scratch cocked his head, his beak curving into a smug smile as he realized what Anon was looking at. "Trouble with the engine, or trouble with keeping your eyes on the prize?" He wagged his tail feathers, the metallic tips glinting in the neon glow. "Because it looked to me like you were enjoying the view more than racing."

The robot chicken strutted around Anon, his new legs moving with a grace that belied their mechanical nature. "Admit it, you lost because you couldn't keep your eyes off this fine piece of machinery!" He slapped his own ass again, sending a loud, satisfying 'thwack' echoing through the air.

Anon's cheeks burned even brighter, his eyes flicking to the ground, then back up to Scratch's smug grin. He had never felt so...humiliated. And yet, a strange feeling began to bubble up inside him. He had never been so...aroused by a robot before.

The chicken robot didn't miss the human's discomfort, his eyes lighting up with an idea. He turned his back to Anon, wiggling his ass deliberately. "Is this what you wanted to see, human?" He chuckled, the sound of digital mirth. "You can't handle this kind of power, can you?"

Anon's mouth opened and closed, his brain struggling to form coherent words. "I...uh...I just..."

"That's what I thought," Scratch clucked, turning back around to face him. "You're all talk and no action. A real chicken, not like me."

The young man's eyes narrowed, obtaining a sliver of anger placed into his system giving him a burst of courage. "I'm not a chicken!" he exclaimed, slamming a hand down on the car's hood. "I just...got distracted."

Scratch leaned in, his face mere inches from Anon's. "By what, exactly?" His voice was a low purr, the implication clear. "My superior robotic form?"

Anon's gaze dropped from the robot face, and he swallowed hard. "Yeah, okay," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "It's...it's pretty impressive."

The robot chuckled, his body vibrating with amusement. "Impressive enough to make you forget about the race?" He leaned back, his ass thrust out towards Anon. "What's it like, being bested by a robot with a better body than you?"

Anon's fists clenched, but the sight of Scratch's gleaming metal curves made his stomach twist in a way that was anything but anger. "I...I'm not sure," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of defeat and arousal.

Scratch stepped closer, his feathers brushing against Anon's arm. "Let me show you what it's like to be truly outmatched," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "On your knees, human."

Anon's knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, his eyes never leaving the robot's ass. The metal was warm to the touch, the curves even more alluring up close. He reached out, tentatively at first, then with more confidence, running his hands over the smooth, heated surface.

Scratch purred with pleasure, his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching beneath Anon's touch. "That's it," he encouraged. "Worship my superior robotic form."

Anon leaned in, his nose pressing against the metallic flesh, inhaling the faint scent of metal. His hands moved of their own accord, gripping the curves tightly. He had never felt so...dominated before. And he liked it.

The robot chicken spread his legs wide into something of a power stance. "Now, tell me who's the real winner here," he demanded.

With a tremble in his voice, Anon whispered, "You are, Scratch." His eyes remained glued to the gleaming metal, his own desires a confusing mess of emotions.

"That's right," Scratch said, a hint of malice in his voice. "And don't you ever forget it." He shook his rear surprisingly graceful. "You're just a mere human, drooling over a robot's ass. How pathetic."

Anon's face grew hotter, a blend of embarrassment and anger. "I'm not... I'm not like that," he protested weakly, his eyes unable to leave the robot's swaying posterior.

"Oh, really?" Scratch's beak curved into a wicked smile. "Then why are you down here, with your hands all over my rear?" He shook his rear again, his ass seemingly growing larger in the moonlight. "You can't help yourself, can you?"

Anon's cheeks were crimson with a mix of arousal and humiliation. He didn't know how to respond to the robot's taunts. "I...I just..."

"Admit it," Scratch clucked, his metallic voice dripping with glee. "You love the feel of my superior robotic ass, don't you?"

Anon's eyes snapped up to meet the robot's gaze, his own eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "N-no," he stuttered, his voice betraying his lie.

"Oh, come now," Scratch clucked, his smile widening. "Don't be shy. It's clear you can't resist the allure of a real winner." He bent over, his gleaming ass mere inches from Anon's face. "Tell me, does it make you feel...gay?"

The word hung in the air, a challenge in the robot's digital voice. Anon's heart raced as he realized the implication. He had never felt this way about a robot before, and certainly not about someone's...rear. But here he was, on his knees, unable to tear his eyes away from the robot's mesmerizing movements.

Anon was silent his hands still gripping Scratch's ass. He didn't know how to explain the strange mix of feelings coursing through him. But the robot chicken wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

"Well?" Scratch prompted, his tail feathers waving in the air like a metallic fan. "Does it make you feel...gay?"

Anon's eyes darted to Scratch's gleaming beak, then back to the mesmerizing metal orbs in front of him. He couldn't find the words, his thoughts jumbled in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. The robot's ass was like nothing he'd ever seen, a masterpiece of engineering that seemed to pulse with power and allure.

The silence was broken by a sudden burst of laughter from Scratch, his body shaking with mirth. "Look at you, human," he said, his voice a mix of digital chuckles and clucks. "You can't even say it."

Anon felt his anger flare, but it was quickly doused by the heat in his cheeks. He knew he was blushing, and he knew why. He had never been so...affected by anything before, let alone a robot's backside. He was lost in the robot's game, and he didn't know how to escape.

"Fine," Scratch said, standing up straight. "If you're not going to admit it, then maybe you need a little more...motivation." He bent over again, his ass now directly in Anon's face. "Kiss it," he ordered in a demanding cluck.

The human's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. But as he stared at the perfect metal curves, something inside of him snapped. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the warm, muscular metal. It was strange, but it also felt...right.

Scratch's eyes lit up with victory, his laughter dying in his throat as he felt the warmth of Anon's breath on his metallic skin. He had never felt anything like it before, and it sent a shiver down his circuits. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a seductive coo. "Show me how much you love losing to a robot."

Anon's hands moved of their own accord, squeezing the robot's ass as he pressed his lips harder against the warn metallic rear. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and yet it was everything he wanted in that moment. The robot's body was firm, unyielding, and yet...alive.

Scratch's chuckled, his system responding to the human's touch in ways he never knew it could. He had never been programmed for this, but the sensation was overwhelming. "Yes," he murmured, his body being filled with the joy of dominating something. "That's what a real loser does." Scratch said, reminding himself of what he no longer was.

The two stayed there, locked in their strange, intimate embrace. The night air was thick with the two's desire, the neon lights flickering around them as a silent audience to the submission of man to machine. Anon's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, his heart racing in his chest.

"Now," Scratch said, his voice a low growl, "who's the real winner here?"

Anon leaned back, his eyes glazed over with lust. He didn't know the answer to that question, but he did know one thing: he had never felt so aroused.

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Pub: 31 Jul 2025 02:23 UTC

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