Tony's Malibu villa shone, the smell of polish thick in the air. The floors and windows shone. He’d even cleaned and polished himself, and Tony stood proudly among it all, the light glistening off his pink metal curves.
Pepper Potts examined it all with a critical eye, even running a fingertip slowly down one of Tony’s breasts and inspecting it for dust. “It is… satisfactory.”
Tony sank to his knees in relief. He’d been on his feet all weekend, and the heels made his calves ache, while the absurdly swaying sashay forced on him by the female chassis could beat seven bells out of the male pelvis after 8 hours.
Pepper looked down at him fondly, as she might at a particularly useful appliance. “I think the maidbot has earned a reward. Jarvina, retract the faceplate.”
The faceplate slid into the suit. He inhaled his first breath of truly fresh air for days. She stooped to kiss him passionately, enjoying the wince this elicited from him as his erection jutted against the unyielding confines of the suit's female sculpted crotch.
“Missed me?” he asked, her intensity taking him by surprise.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Tell me about it,” he said, glancing wistfully at the void between his feminine thighs. “Any chance of retracting the crotch plate too?”
“I’ll think about it,” she teased. She ran a hand along the underside of his chestplate. Another wince. Did he like it when she played with him like that? “You remind me so much of a dolly I used to own." As he scowled at her, she laughed. "Don’t pretend like you don’t love having your own pair. I think you secretly love this. You haven’t had a panic attack all weekend.”
“Anxiety attack,” he corrected her defensively. “And I’ve been too busy to think about New York.” Slowly he got back to his feet, limping with his absurd wiggling gait towards the bedroom. "Anyway, this ‘dolly’ is heading to bed.”
She froze him with a command, his joint servos locking up to render him a statue. “That’s okay. You can sleep on the way. Assuming you find your packing peanuts comfortable.”
Tony’s jaw dropped open. “You’re shipping me?”
“I figure the boys in R&D could use an obedient little MaidBot. That place is filthy.”
“But we just had the Hulk there. They’re still trying to unclog the toilets.”
“Then you’ll have plenty to keep you occupied,” she giggled, sealing the faceplate back around his expression of horror, and commanding the gynoid to place itself in its crate for overnight delivery.