Melodie x Sprout

Rosa leads Melodie into the Biodome. It is filled with tons of plants, fungi, and Rosa’s science experiments. Rosa is always happy to show people around and help them develop a new love for plants. Especially glad to get the publicity from a very famous singer with tons of fans.

However, Melodie had something else on her mind.

“We have all types of plants,” Rosa continued. “We have your regular common plants, carnivorous plants, moving plants…”

Melodie stopped listening after a while. She was there to see one person. Or better yet, one robot. After searching for ten minutes, Melodie’s eyes finally landed on Sprout off to the side. He was harvesting fruit from a plant near where Rosa and Melodie were talking.

“Ohhh, Sprout,” Melodie said in a flirty tone. She was raising her hand and fluttering her fingers toward him.

Sprout paused his task and turned toward the source of the voice. The post it note on the front of his glass dome shifted as he moved. He recognized Melodie. They had interacted before. He raised his arm in greeting.

Melodie remembered that day clearly. She had been exhausted after a concert and had slipped away for a break. Sprout had approached her and offered her a flower. To him, it was just a simple kind gesture. To Melodie, it was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. Before that moment, she had thought of Sprout as nothing but a machine. Now, she was intrigued. Seeing him again, she wanted to play with the little robot.

“Oh, silly me. I dropped a quarter on the ground. Rosa, can you help me find it?”

“Oh… of course, let me see.” Rosa’s eyes scanned the floor for the quarter.

This was her chance. Melodie bent down, pretending to search. She glanced behind her to check if Sprout was still watching. Unfortunately, he had already returned to his task. A little annoyed but unfazed, she grabbed another coin she had on her and tossed it at him. It ricocheted off his glass and landed in the grass beside him.

Sprout noticed the impact and looked in her direction. Melodie smirked. She lowered herself even further until her lower half was prominently displayed. Her skirt rode up, exposing her black panties to the open air. Then she began to shake her ass side to side. Trying to show off to the machine.

“Let me get closer to the ground to find it. How about you look over there, if you don’t mind Rosa?” Melodie pointed and called out.

“Oh, sure thing,” Rosa replied, turning her head away.

Melodie dropped onto all fours, arching her back deeply so her ass lifted high like an offering. She didn’t bother looking back. She could feel Sprout’s stare locked on her, heavy and silent. As a performer, she knew exactly how to hold attention. She rolled her hips slowly at first, letting her cheeks spread and jiggle, then picked up the rhythm. Her ass started to bounce and clap in steady, filthy twerks, the soft flesh rippling with each sharp movement while she stayed perfectly posed on her hands and knees. This was the first time she had ever been this naughty for anyone. She moved her hips in smooth circles, making her round ass cheeks shift and bounce gently. Soft ripples ran through them as she pushed back a little more for him. She kept the steady motion going, showing everything to Sprout.

“Sorry, Melodie, I can’t seem to find it,” Rosa said, still oblivious to Melodie's indecent behavior.

Melodie stopped, satisfied with her performance.

“Don’t worry about it. Thank you for trying.”

“No prob—”

“Oh my gosh, Sprout, are you okay?”

Bea rushed over as she noticed Sprout heating up. His fans spun louder and faster while visible heat built in his core. Thin wisps of steam hissed from the vents around his head, and his lights flickered erratically. Pressure was clearly mounting inside the little machine, leaving him tense and overwhelmed.

“I don’t know why this is happening,” Bea said. “I don’t think I have ever seen him like this before. I should run some diagnostics.”

There was a loud crash echoed from the other side of the biodome. Sounds of glass breaking and plants being ripped from their roots.

“Shoot, one of my experiments must be going crazy. I need to attend to this. Melodie, you should probably go,” Rosa said worriedly.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to look around here a little more,” Melodie replied.

“I don’t know if—”

“Sprout can watch and guide me. Make sure I am alright. Right, Sprout?”

Sprout silently raised his hand in agreement.

“Alright, I don’t have time to argue. Bea, you are with me.”

Rosa and Bea hurried off to deal with the chaos.

“Thanks for having me. Stay safe, you two!” Melodie shouted.

Once they were out of sight, Melodie turned toward Sprout with a smug grin and walked over to his side.

“So, Sprout, how much time do these crazy events usually take?”

“Approximation…one hour.”

Melodie bent down to Sprout’s level and leaned in close, her breath fogging the glass of his dome.

“Then I guess it is just you and me.”

A short, melodic chime sounded from Sprout.