Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Everything is Miku (Vocaloid/Sci-Fi)

Commission

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Miku is love; Miku is life. Miku was, to put it bluntly, everyone's favorite. Favorite what, you might ask? Favorite… everything. She didn't start out that way, of course. Hatsune Miku wasn't even the very first Vocaloid created or anything like that. But she did become the most popular.

Still, being the most popular, well-known Vocaloid around wouldn't necessarily make her the biggest thing in the entire world or anything like that. And in most universes, it hadn't. But in one universe, a particularly determined set of corporate stooges did what their other selves could not… they made Hatsune Miku ubiquitous.

Ubiquitous. To exist or be everywhere at the same time. To be constantly encountered. To be widespread.

Certainly, the only way to describe Hatsune Miku in THIS particular universe was ubiquitous. She was in everyone's phones. She was in everyone's computer. She was on everyone's television screens. And perhaps most importantly of all, she had gone from simply being a digital popstar… to a real live girl.

Well, not technically. She wasn't human or anything and never would be. Indeed, most of her fans would probably say they didn't want her to be human, to be dragged down to their level. But that hadn't stopped Crypton Future Media from going balls to the wall and developing the first ever Miku-Bot!

The Miku-Bot took off like nothing else, selling so fast that they could barely keep the shelves stocked. Heck, some people wondered exactly HOW they were keeping the shelves stocked, how so many of the Hatsune Miku androids were being manufactured so fast.

But those cautious voices were decried as paranoid and shut down by the unwashed masses who just wanted their very own Miku to love and hold and cherish. As the years went by, Miku-Bots became a more and more common sight, and by this point there were hundreds of different types of Miku available for sale.

Chris… was one such Miku owner. He'd finally saved up enough to buy his own Miku-Bot just a week ago now and the last seven days since had been… like a dream, truth be told. Despite the insane variety when it came to different types of Miku, Chris had gone with what felt right and bought the ever-popular Original Model for himself.

Though, he had also splurged for a few… special customizations, like slightly glowing permanently glossed blue lips. Technically, the glowing gloss came from lipstick, but the lipstick was generated by Miku's lips, so it didn't ever have to be manually reapplied. Either way, Chris liked how it looked when she smiled at him, making her literally 'beam' and putting the radiant in 'radiant smile'.

After bringing his Miku home, he'd spent several hours that first day just doing her setup and also registering her as his Miku-Bot online. Most of those several hours had been spent answering many, many questions designed to calibrate Hatsune Miku into his perfect custom companion.

Normally, answering that many questions, most of which were incredibly invasive and private, might have turned Chris off from the product. But the company was quite clear ahead of time with what its customers were getting into with their very own Miku-Bot. The store clerk had even asked him point blank multiple times if he was absolutely sure about his purchase.

He was. He knew what he was getting into. And just like billions of other people worldwide, Chris fully believe that it was worth it… for Hatsune Miku.

And so began his life with his perfect Miku. She was always at his side no matter where he went. With how utterly universal the Miku-Bots had become, there was a cultural understanding that anyone with a Miku-Bot wasn't to be limited from taking it whenever they needed, and laws had been put in place across the planet to back that up as well.

As such, Miku came with him to work, to the store, even to the bathroom. Chris didn't mind and neither did anyone else. It was all perfectly natural. He did everything with his Miku and in return, she did everything he desired as well, following his commands to the letter. Whether it was doing private performances for him, playing video games with him, or even just sitting right next to him so close that the outside of their legs touch.

Life… was amazing. His Miku was perfect and he loved her more than anything in the whole world, just like everyone else. But even he wasn't expecting to wake up only a week into the feeling of warm, wet, yet also synthetic lips wrapped around his cock.

Blinking awake, Chris stares up at his ceiling for a long moment before his sleepy mind fully processes what's happening. Only then does he look down to see that he's sprawled out on his bed with no blankets or sheets covering him… and down between his spread legs, kneeling there with her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, is his Miku-Bot.

Hatsune Miku looks up at him as she sucks his dick, bobbing up and down on his member while her custom perma-glossed blue lips leave sexy bright blue marks all along his shaft. For a long moment, Chris can only stare in shock before arousal takes over.

Acting purely on instinct and a soul deep desire built up from spending one's entire life craving a singular thing that had become a worldwide cultural phenomenon, Chris reaches out. He grabs Miku by her hair, done up as it always is in those classic long blue twin tails. Using them as reins, he forces her all the way down his dick, groaning at the same time.

Of course, Miku isn't a human being. She doesn't have the same issues a human woman would have with having such a hard piece of cockmeat jammed down her throat all of a sudden. No, in fact… the gynoid is somewhat built for this kind of thing.

Miku easily accepts Chris' cock all the way into her mouth and to the back of her throat… and then beyond. She lets him hilt himself inside of her synthetic esophagus, taking him to the base without hesitation. And then, still maintaining direct eye contact with him… she begins to sing.

With a throbbing erection stretching out her glowing blue lips and lodged deep in her throat, even Hatsune Miku can't exactly make words come out of her mouth right now. That doesn't stop her from trying… and even succeeding in another couple ways entirely.

First, the singing she's doing around his cock directly contributes to the immense pleasure Chris is feeling. The vibrations reverberate up and down his dick like nothing else. That alone would have probably had him blowing his load down her throat in no time, but even better than that… the speakers in the room turn on as the gynoid sings through them at the same time.

With his Hatsune Miku's voice serenading him while her throat and mouth give him the best blowjob of his life, Chris tosses his head back and groans, his eyes closing shut as he pumps his hips once, twice, and then three times before cumming right there on the spot.

Miku swallows every last drop of course, easily drinking down his semen without spilling anything. Finally, once he's done cumming, she stops singing and pulls back, slowly popping his cock out of her mouth after cleaning every inch of it along the way. Then, for good measure, she plants a smooch right on the tip of his dick and giggles metallically.

"Good morning, Master."

Chris swallows thickly as her so very perfect synthetic electronic voice cascades over him.

"G-Good morning, Miku…"

Tilting her head to the side at his unspoken question, Miku just smiles.

"I am your Hatsune Miku, Master. I know you better than anyone, better even than yourself. I know that you love me… and I love you too."

As she speaks, Miku rises from between his legs and begins stripping herself over the top of him. Her sleeves and tie come off first, followed by her grey shirt and her black and blue skirt. Finally, her blue and white striped panties come off last, revealing her fully nude form… along with the other customizations he'd ordered aside from her lips.

Chris flushes a little bit at finally seeing them in the 'flesh' so to speak. Admittedly, he'd always known he wanted this to happen… otherwise, he wouldn't have given his Miku glowing powder blue nipples and a similarly glowing blue pussy, all perfectly matching with her glowing blue lips.

He'd just… been easing himself into it. He wasn't some animal, after all. Miku came in all types for a reason, because human beings came in all types as well.

The advent of the Miku-Bot and her hundreds of configurations had actually led to a massive decrease in most types of crime and a complete curtailing of ALL sex crimes. Everyone, including even the scum of the earth, loved Miku after all, and with their own Miku at their disposal, nobody needed to really hurt anyone else for that sort of thing anymore.

But Chris wasn't like that! He wasn't… he didn't need a special kind of Miku that was masochistic or a pain slut or worse than that! No, he'd gone for the OG Miku with just a few customizations because all he really wanted was a companion who loved him and who he loved in turn.

Giggling at him, his Miku lifts her pussy up over his cock… and without further ado, drops herself down onto it. At the same time, she takes his hands up from either side of his body, interlocking her fingers with his own fingers and holding him as she begins to lovingly bounce up and down on his cock.

Chris groans in pleasure, his member enveloped in the warmest, wettest, softest pussy he's ever been in before. It feels like Heaven. It feels… like Hatsune Miku.

Meanwhile, Miku doesn't just bounce the entire time. She certainly does that, but she also leans forward, her moderately sized bust jiggling a little bit as she begins to plant kisses on him. On his lips, on his cheeks, on his neck… she trails her glowing blue lips just about everywhere.

At the same time, her glowing blue nips leave brief, bright little streaks of light behind on his chest, even as she milks her owner's cock like there's no tomorrow. It's beyond amazing, having her riding him like this. Gyrating her hips, undulating her entire body, and all around focusing on giving him as much pleasure as she possibly can.

Obviously, Chris had been tempted to fuck Miku the moment he could. Hell, he'd even been tempted to fuck her right out of the box before even turning her on or finishing setup. He hadn't though because he'd heard online that doing so was a good way of getting what was known as a 'Deviant Miku'.

Not that even Deviant Miku were necessarily a bad thing, but… well, they could be a little bit different from what one was expecting, apparently.

Chris hadn't done any of that though. He'd waited and let things happen 'naturally', meaning that he'd probably activated some sort of internal clock inside of his Miku with the answers he'd given to some of the questions. Where, if he wasn't going to make the first move… SHE was.

Eventually, inevitably really, Chris tips over the edge again. He can't help himself, groaning as Miku milks his cock of every last drop of seed yet again. He fills her for what feels like an eternity before finally, his balls are emptied once more.

However, despite cumming twice… Chris is still rock hard. How can he not be? He's buried deep inside of Hatsune Miku after all!

Meanwhile, the Miku-Bot… HIS Miku-Bot barely even pauses as she smiles down at him beatifically. In fact, she seems to get a little more aggressive, riding him even more intensely than before as she giggles in synthesizer.

"I know everything about you, Master. I know exactly what you want~"

Chris swallows thickly at that, glancing over at the time and date on his nearby alarm clock.

"… Did you wait until the weekend just so I wouldn't have work today, Miku?"

Miku grins wickedly, her smile positively glowing for aforementioned reasons as she just starts to ride him faster. She proceeds to ride him for hours in fact, planting kisses all over his body all the while. The gynoid doesn't need rest, doesn't need a break, doesn't need food or water.

Chris does, but of course Miku takes care of that too, not even pausing to order him sustenance and deliver it by hand right to his mouth. The only interruptions are bathroom breaks in the end.

They fuck the day away quite literally, with Miku taking the lead and giving Chris everything he's always wanted along with some things he didn't even know he desired. His Miku truly does know him best though and not a single thing they do together is something he would find objectionable.

Finally, Miku takes mercy on him as the day begins to wind down and the sun sets in the window. As afternoon turns to evening, as day turns to night, Miku cuddles up against him, planting one final smooch on his cheek. His face, along with most of his upper body at this point, is covered in glowing blue lipstick marks but Chris doesn't mind. He knows its non-toxic.

"Mm… I love you, Master~"

Smiling, Chris holds his Hatsune Miku close, enjoying the way she snuggles into him all the closer.

"I love you too, Hatsune Miku."

And love her he does. Just like everyone else the world over. After all, Hatsune Miku is love. Hatsune Miku is life.

… Even still, Chris would still argue that he's the luckiest man alive, despite the ubiquitousness of Hatsune Miku. Because HIS Hatsune Miku is obviously the BEST Hatsune Miku…