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"You mind telling me where we're going? We've been walking for ten minutes."
"It's– we're almost there."
J narrowed her eyes and glared at the drifting worker in front of her with a gaze that could easily bore a hole into the back of her artificial skull. Violet eyes drifted back to her for but a moment, and she felt a squeeze against her hand. The runt's hand was so small, it barely wrapped around J's massive palm, but that didn't stop her from attempting to hold on. Like a lead, she squeezed her hand and continued to tug her deeper into the forest, further and further from the group they had traveled with. A little nagging voice inside of J told her that following Uzi was a bad — no, terrible — idea, that their constant bickering would finally catch up to her and Uzi would relish in her sweet revenge.
Ever since arriving at this accursed camp, the little twerp had been acting strange, though even that may be putting it nicely. J always found her weird, especially when compared to other worker drones. Uzi was loud, eccentric, defiant, not afraid to face danger head on. She was bold, bitey, and would absolutely talk your ear off if given the opportunity. This Uzi, the one leading J through thick, frosted over trees and over frozen lakes, was the opposite. Reserved, quiet, closed off, shifty. It's like she was planning something, but she wouldn't say what. J felt as though she was justified in her paranoia, yet she couldn't seem to pull away and refuse to follow Uzi any further. She figured if the goth tried anything, she'd be ready and would strike without hesitation. That idea gave J some semblance of comfort and helped to ease the paranoia building in her CPU.
"Here it is." Uzi released J's hand and gestured toward an old, rickety cabin on the outer edges of the camps perimeters.
Quirking an eyebrow, J folded her arms across her chest and snapped her yellow eyes onto Uzi. The short drone was inching closer to the cabin, the weight of her body putting a strain on the old, rotting wood. From the sounds of things, it was a miracle the structure was even still standing, especially after the cores collapse and years of harsh and relentless weather.
"What is this?" inquired J, who didn't seem very impressed by Uzi's antics.
Uzi jammed her digits in between the splintered oak slab that was the door to the cabin, and the rotting wood that made up the doorway. The wood was soft, malleable, allowing Uzi to dig the tips of her fingers into it with little effort and give her some leverage. She pried the door open, causing an awful crack to ring out into the air, and a cloud of dust — years worth — to puff out onto Uzi and the deck of the cabin. Uzi coughed quietly and used her hand to clear some of the dust, not wanting to clog up or block her cooling fans. She blinked a few times, purple optics flickering through the shadows and landing on J, who was expectantly standing a few feet away, casting Uzi an impatient scowl.
"It's a cabin," deadpanned Uzi in response to J's inquiry. A little late, but it was clear J was expecting an answer.
It was also clear that Uzi's answer wasn't what J was seeking. Her vibrant yellow optics rolled across her display, and a disgruntled groan crept from her voice box.
"I can see that, idiot," She spat and lifted her upper lip just enough to give Uzi a peek at her elongated canines. "I mean, why did you lead me all the way out here?"
"It's nice out here, isn't it?" Uzi stated calmly as if directly blowing off J's question.
She looked away, up toward the sky, and peeled back her own upper lip. J swore she saw a flash of fangs glistening in the moonlight. When she blinked, they were gone.
"Answer my question," J demanded in the hopes that speaking to Uzi firmly would get her what she wanted.
This was Uzi she was talking to however, and J knew very well that Uzi wasn't a drone to cave to a little bit of pressure, weirdness or not. The goth shifted and looked at J once before backing into the cabin. The shadows enveloped her, leaving only the purple glow of her optics and the small lights on the back of her hand. Those too faded when Uzi got far enough away, too far for J.
"Get back here!" J barked.
Against her better judgement, she began to march after Uzi, tromping through the thick layers of snow and toward the old, rotten cabin. With one hand swapped to an industrial flashlight, the other a set of razor sharp claws, she barged through the doorway and shone her light inward. The bright beam cut through the darkness like a knife through jelly, and gave J a good view of the cabins interior. Furniture thrown about, frozen cobwebs galore, and yet, no Uzi. J pursed her lips and, with great reluctance, stepped further into the cabin. Everything in her body told her not to do it, that she was walking right into an obvious trap. Alarm bells and whistles fired off in her head, which only worsened when she swore she saw something move out of the corner of her vision. J swore that the second she saw that purple runt, she'd cut her head off without hesitation.
The further J walked into the cabin though, the louder the voice telling her to get the hell out of there became. Her confident march became a slow crawl, inching forward and stopping at even the slightest movement, be it keybug or the monster lurking in the shadows. Her fear reached its peak when the door to the cabin suddenly slammed behind her, and a large and heavy bookcase suddenly toppled down in front of it. The floorboards splintered and cracked, creating an awful noise that drowned out the skittering that was rapidly approaching J. J responded to it all by the snapping back toward the door, shining her light onto the bookcase, the broken floor, and her blocked exit. Her core sank at the sight. Proper panic set in, and she hated it.
J, a disassembly drone, the finest creation of JC Jenson, afraid of a pathetic little worker drone...
Behind her, with her gaze averted, something approached, and it approached quickly. By the time J had picked up on the scratching against the floorboard and turned to see what it was coming from, it was too late. Her beam landed on Uzi, only inches away from J and completely bare. Her maw was agape, showing off her newly formed, razor-like canines that dripped with saliva. Behind her, two grotesque wings sprouted from her back, made of bone, with tattered flesh webbing in between. She used the grabbers on the top of the wings, nothing but thin bone, to grab J's wrists and push her back. J stumbled and was taken aback by just how strong Uzi was. Workers were strong, sure, but enough to overpower a disassembly drone? Something was wrong.
J's back hit a wall, her arms soon followed. Uzi had them pinned together above her head, restricting any sort of movement. A quiet giggle from Uzi followed. From the shade that obscured her came a strange purple glyph, presumably being displayed by her visor judging by the way it glowed and partially illuminated her face. It gave J a good enough look at the sadistic and wide grin the worker held on her face.
"What is the meaning of this!" J growled and thrashed her body in an effort to free herself from Uzi's grasp. Despite her tone, she was afraid. Very, very afraid, and she only hoped that her screen display didn't give that away.
"Shhh," Uzi shushed and put one finger over J's lips. Her other hand gingerly caressed J's face, rubbing the smooth silicone that made up her cheeks.
J's thrashing calmed, and after a while, ceased all together. The motion of Uzi's hand against her cheek was oddly soothing. Warm, but not unpleasant. Uzi smiled wider and removed her hands from J's lips before inching closer to the taller drone. Her hot breath, flowing from her lips, trickled against J's skin. Did Uzi always smell that sweet? It was such an intoxicating scent coming from her...
"You're a valuable asset," Uzi cooed. "I wouldn't hurt you."
"A... valuable asset?" J hesitantly echoed, soothed by Uzi's touch yet still unsure of her intentions. "A valuable asset for what, exactly?"
Uzi giggled and gently patted J's cheek. "She gave me a mission, in return for a gift..."
"Who is she?" J asked with a clear amount of suspicion in her tone. "And what gi—!"
Uzi suddenly leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, effectively cutting J off. The glass of their displays met with a soft clink as Uzi's hands cupped J's face. Again, J felt herself soothed by the goth's touch, and overwhelmed by the scent she emitted. It was pleasant, intoxicating. J wanted to drown in it.
"You ask a lot of questions," She whispered and stroked J's skin. "The specifics aren't really important. All you need to know is that I'll keep you nice and safe, okay?"
"Safe from what?" J inquired in a deadpan tone. "Me, V, and N are the most dangerous things on this planet," She suddenly lowered her tone and mumbled although calling N dangerous may be stretching it. "You toasters barely even come close to matching our prowess."
Uzi's wings suddenly squeezed J's wrists, as if to remind her of the predicament she found herself in.
"Prowess, huh?" snarked the goth.
J scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're only getting away with this because I'm letting you. Clearly, you're not a threat, and therefore I don't have to waste my time and energy on trying to beat you."
Uzi snorted and loosened her grip on J. "Right, okay," She sarcastically replied. "Let's say we're equals and call it a day."
"Not happen—"
"Neither of us can compare to her," Uzi cut J off, her tone suddenly shifting into something more ominous.
Something about it made J's oil run cold. Uzi was vague, her doesn't exactly tell J who or what they're supposedly up against, but the tone Uzi used... it instilled an odd sense of dread into J.
"Her?" J reluctantly asked; her voice got much quieter than before.
"Like I said, the specifics don't matter." Uzi brushed off J's concern. "I just need you to trust me, and I'll keep you safe. Okay?"
J did not respond.
Uzi stroked her cheek and brushed a few loose strands of her silvery locks out of her face.
"Do you trust me, J?"
"Trust you with what?"
"My mission, J," Uzi replied. "You're a vital part of it. I need you, and I need you to trust me."
J narrowed her yellow optics. "What do you need me for? Who the hell did you talk to? What is your mission?" she spat out a quick fire round of questions, hoping Uzi would bother to answer at least one of them.
Uzi did not. She responded with a vocal groan as the glyph on her display rolled across it, a simulation of an eye roll. J bared her fangs and let out a low growl.
"Answer m— mmph!"
Lips, smooth silicone lips pressed themselves against J's. Uzi kissed her, slotted their lips together, and took advantage of her opened mouth. She forced her tongue into J's, running the long and slender artificial muscle around just about every inch of the disassembly drone's mouth. The sickeningly sweet scent coming from her grew stronger, it was all J could smell. It made her feel good... it made her feel so good. It caused a burning heat in J to flare up, a vicious ache in her nether regions. She felt so needy, so hungry, that perhaps Uzi's answers could wait.
"You talk a lot," Uzi breathlessly purred as she pulled away from J. Saliva clung to her mouth, bridge their tongues together. "I'll show you the only answer you need."
She snapped her fingers together and flicked her wrist. An object flew toward it, something she caught — a flashlight. She turned it on and cast the beam over her face, illuminating it and the steam coming from her maw. J watched curiously as Uzi flicked her wrist again, sending the flashlight above their heads and shining the light down onto them light a spotlight. Their bodies were illuminated, Uzi's bare chassis, and J's tight fitting camp counselors outfit that accentuated her curvy figure.
Before J could get a good look at Uzi's body, however, two pairs of tendrils shot from the short drone's back and wrapped themselves around J's wrists and ankles. She yelped helplessly as her arms were bound behind her back, and her legs were spread in a way that brought her crashing down to her knees. When she landed on the rickety old flooring, her face was only inches away from Uzi's hips, and, more importantly, the large, thick, and writhing tendril attached to the base of Uzi's pelvis. Dark purple in coloration with a noticeable glow at the tip, it secreted some sort of dark fluid that dripped onto the floorboards. J heated up at the sight, her mouth watered. Her lower half ached with desire at the sight. How pleasant it would be to have that inside of her. How pleasant it would be to have Uzi rearrange her insides...
Uzi ran her hands through J's hair, stroking the well groomed silver strands with her small digits. J gratefully leaned into Uzi's touch and began to pant softly, making Uzi grin like a cheshire cat.
"J," She began, her tone just as sweet as the scent she emitted. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," J answered without hesitation, her tone breathless. "Please, Uzi," She begged. "Please, fuck me. Fill me with your code, breed me until I can't walk."
"Well, that escalated," Uzi giggled as she twirled a few strands of J's hair around her padded fingers. "I really can't say no to your face~" She said and removed her hand from J's hair, scratching the lower side of her chin.
Then, she was gone. J swore she had only blinked, and in what had to have been nothing more than a fraction of a second, Uzi was behind her. Small, warm hands on J's large hips. She drove her hands under J's brown button up shirt, and stuck her thumbs under the waistline of J's shorts. A low, thoughtful hum escaped her voicebox as she stretched the fabric, further and further beyond its capabilities.
"Before we start." Rip, the fabric covering J's waist tore with ease. "These'll have to go."
Uzi tossed the shredded shorts aside and jerked J's shirt higher up, exposing much of her midriff and a part of her pronounced chest plating. J wagged her hips back and forth in a needy manner, hoping to entice Uzi into speeding things up. She whimpered and bit her lip when she felt a warm hand against her sensitive hip plating, stroking the smooth plastic and only worsening the arousal flaring up in J's systems. Uzi was searching for something, and perhaps enjoying messing with J a little bit. She'd giggle every now and then when J would whimper or buck her hips. It was clear she was enjoying this.
"Open up for me," Uzi purred and ran one finger along a fairly sensitive spot on J's hips. She knew exactly where it was, and what Uzi wanted from her.
With a quiet click, a small hatch in J's hip plating opened up and revealed a hole. Uzi didn't hesitate in shoving a finger or two into it, running her digits along the edges of the moist pipe. J was soaked down there, her exhaust glistening with her arousal. She whimpered, then moaned softly when Uzi pushed her fingers a little further in, then removed them all together. J's arousal dripped from her digits and glistened in the flashlight beam cast upon them.
"Cute."
Uzi smiled, shook the fluids off of her hand, and grabbed J's hips firmly. She squeezed the malleable plastic and leaned closer to J. The tip of her appendage prodded at J's entrance. The tendrils around J's wrists and legs tightened, one of them began to wind around the rest of her leg, worming its way up to her thigh. Everything went still for a moment, like time had frozen over. Uzi's main tendril wiggled in J's exhaust, but went no further than the tip. J was impatient, deeply impatient. With how badly her exhaust ached, and her body burned, she wanted Uzi inside of her. She wanted her now.
When J turned back to voice her complaints, however, Uzi suddenly made a move. Steam bellowed from her dripping maw, her fingertips dug into J's hips, and her hips thrust into J. Every inch of Uzi's writhing appendage comfortably made itself at home in J's insides, which hugged her fairly tightly. J felt her stomach bulge, and although she wondered how the hell such a small drone was packing and was stretched uncomfortably thin, she moaned breathlessly and curled her hands into tight balls. Uzi pulled out, her tendril exiting with a wet pop and allowing J's exhaust to return to its original size.
Then, she thrust back in, out, in, out, abusing J's internals and overly sensitive walls. She slammed her plastic hips against J's, creating a dull clack that meshed nicely with the wet and almost squishy noises that came from Uzi's moist appendage rubbing against J's moist inner walls.
"Ah~! Uzi~!" J lustfully howled, her voice loud enough to breach the walls of the cabin, and echo into the air outside.
Uzi cackled and grabbed the base of J's tail, tugging on the black cable slightly. "That's new," She teased and leaned forward, pressing her chest against J's back and arms.
"My perfect asset," She said in a breathy tone before pressing her lips against the back of J's neck.
J shuddered at the feeling of her hot and steamy breath against her skin. She was so horny that just about every sensation sent her reeling. She loved it all, the feeling of Uzi inside of her, the way their synthetic skin met, the faint vibrations from Uzi's core thumping against her chest. It all felt so good, J could barely think.
"We'll be happy together," Uzi purred and planted another kiss on the back of J's neck. "All of us."
Ominous... J noted, and immediately lost her train of thought when Uzi plowed deep into her. She howled and lolled her head back, her hair resting atop Uzi's head like an elegant, silver waterfall.
Uzi pawed at J's chest with her free hand, clutching J's tail with her other. "I love you," She cooed and brushed her palm right over the black plexiglass that covered J's core.
J gasped and bucked her hips upward. As if Uzi wasn't already driving her crazy enough, she sent the already spiraling drone over the edge when she touched such a sensitive spot. J was thoroughly overstimulated, unable to think straight. Her mind was a horny hazy, clouded with arousal and pleasure unlike anything J had ever experienced before. She moaned and whimpered. Her legs trembled and threatened to give out on her, and although her lower half felt sore from being stretch so far, her body barely even registered it.
"U– Uziii~" J breathlessly moaned as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "Ngh~ F– fill me~"
Uzi huffed and allowed a puff of steam to escape her maw. "Working on it," She replied. "I'll give you a– hff~ good filling."
"I– I lo– ve you~!"
Uzi giggled. "You don't have to lie– hah~ to me. I'll do it for you either way," She stated. "I have a mission to finish, remember?"
"Ngh~ N– no—" J choked out before moaning loudly.
Mission. She almost forgot; she would've forgotten if Uzi hadn't mentioned it. It was so hard to focus. A small part of J, a faint voice in the back of her head, wanted so badly to interrogate Uzi and figure out what the hell was going on. What was her mission? What was her gift? Was it the very thing Uzi was using to rail J? She hadn't actually seen Uzi bare before, but she was pretty damn certain she didn't have a massive, bulging tendril attached to her. Or maybe she did, and it was just hidden. Unfortunately, that voice, and all sense of reason, was drowned out by the desire that coursed through J. She was in pure bliss, flying above cloud-9. Her words were reduced to incoherent babbling and heavy panting. She drooled, her thick saliva pooling in her mouth and glazing down the corners. She just couldn't think.
What in the world was Uzi doing to her?
J choked out a pleasured sob as tears streamed down her display. A knot was building in her stomach, it had been since they started. It only grew tighter the longer they went on, and it felt like it was ready to break. Just a little more, that was all J would be able to take.
"U– Uzi! P– please ah~! F– faster~" J breathlessly stammered.
Uzi wordlessly lifted herself up off of J and grabbed her hips again. She dug in to her thighs like a predator grabbing its prey, and without warning, began to thrust into J at a much rougher, faster pace. She growled and panted heavily. Her wings flapped wildly behind her. J couldn't help but scream, not caring who or what may hear her in the damned forest. She kicked her peg legs and arched her back as her tail wildly wiggled about. Closer and closer the knot grew to unraveling, J began to get warnings and pop-ups on her HUD. Sirens went off in her head, warning her of an impending overload. She couldn't have cared less.
Around them, the floorboards creaked under their consistently shifting weight. Uzi panted wildly, creating a cloud of steam around her that fogged over her display. The tendrils around J's wrists tightened, to the point that they may have snapped the reinforced plastic armor that covered them. The tendril around her thigh teased her already stimulated exhaust, rimming around the abuse and stretched edge. It was all growing to be too much, as the warnings on J's HUD became more frequent, and by extension, more urgent. They urged her to take a break and allow her systems to have a rest, but she was so damn horny, she refused to stop until Uzi finally released into her.
As she thrust, Uzi leaned down and planted kisses along J's back. Sloppy and wet, leaving behind glossy saliva along J's skin. In between kisses, she breathed on the silicone, letting her steamy and warm pants tickle J's back.
Just like that, it got to be too much for the disassembly drone. A few final warnings flashed onto J's HUD and were promptly ignored. With a final deep thrust from Uzi, J's systems overloaded. Like electricity, pleasure rushed through her circuits. Her vision turned to static as a howl ripped through her voice box. In the height of her pleasure, her vision went dark, and her body locked up. A few moments later, bright red text covered her vision and alerted her to a crash. Her systems were recovering.
On the other side, Uzi had begun to wildly thrust into J, losing all sense of timing or rhythm. The feeling of J's warm fluids, ejected during her climax, drove Uzi wild. She grabbed J's hips with an excessive amount of force, squeezed them, and panted heavily as she ruthlessly railed the disassembly drone. Her behavior became more animalistic, with frantic growls and snarls, desperate to release her load into J.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. The wet sounds flooded the cabin.
"S– shit—" Uzi growled. She was getting close. "F– fuck– shit—" She mindlessly stammered.
Then she thrust deep into J, pushing aside her internals and letting out a mighty roar as her tendril began to throb and release her thick code. The hot, black fluid pooled in J's stomach cavity, with seemingly endless waves of it flooding her insides. There was so much, with so little room to go, that J's midsection began to bloat and swell. After a while, the otherwise curvy rubber had a noticeable bump in it. The fluid sloshed about inside of J, and when Uzi was certain it was secured inside of the disassembly drone, she pulled her thick appendage out. It exited with a wet pop, and was covered in a mixture of her fluid and J's. Sticky, clinging to both Uzi and J.
That, however, was the least of Uzi's worries. With J's rear up in the air, Uzi's code was perfectly preserved inside of the taller drone. She knew, however, that once she set J down, it would spill out without a plug. Wanting to make sure it would stay, Uzi shut J's port and gently massaged the plastic. Her smaller tendrils released J's wrists and legs, allowing her to descend to the floor and fall limp as she recovered from her climax. Uzi smiled and kissed J's cheek before she stood up, stretched her joints, and bared her fangs.
"One down."