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"N!" J shouted. Her voice echoed through the spire and eventually returned back to, being heard by her and her alone.
Where was that useless little runt? J had been all over the spire, and yet she couldn't find him. Not in the landing pod, not one of the many ledges that littered the higher levels of the structure, not hanging from one of the many support wires and lamp posts that were scattered about within the inner walls. The sun was on the distant horizon, he couldn't have gone far, and yet it's like he had vanished. While in any other circumstance, J would be happy that was the case, this wasn't any other circumstance.
Of all the times the defective disassembly drone had to disappear, it had to have been now: the one time he could have made himself useful to J.
J let out a low growl and snapped her gaze onto the distant horizon, fixated on the impending orange glow of the sun. There was still time and a slim chance that he'd actually make it back without burning up to a non-existent crisp, but... The longer time went on, the smaller that chance became, and the closer J got to simply giving up. If he couldn't make it back by the morning, J would have to wait until the sun set yet again and hope that he'd return.
He'd better return.
It was one thing to run off and disappear without saying a word. It was an entirely different thing to run off and disappear without saying another word during the beginning of mating season. J was so inexplicably horny that she just couldn't focus. Only a few hours ago, she found herself slipping up and letting a small group of workers get away, solely because of how "out of it" she was. She needed relief, and she needed it now.
Oh, but of course, the world seemed to be entirely against her. With neither of her useless squadmates present, J simply stood in the entrance of the spire, leaning against the wall of corpses and scrap metal as she frustratedly watched the sun slow creep over the distant city skyline. The orange glow peered through cracks and windows, and flooded the otherwise dark landscape. It was only when the sunlight began to slowly creep toward the spire that J finally decided to back away — partially because she didn't want to get burned, and partially because she had practically given up by that point. Her squadmates were out there somewhere, either having burnt up in the sun or hiding out someplace shady. There's no way they'd be able to make it back.
Right?
There was a sudden crack, like a meteorite ripping through the sky and violently landing in the snow. Something landed and skidded through the spire, leaving behind a cloud of snow in its wake. J watched, initially with a hint of curiosity. That curiosity soon turned to ire however, when she spotted a yellow glow coming from the slowly fading snow cloud.
"N!" she barked. A pair of golden eyes snapped onto her from behind the snow cloud. "I swear to the company, you are use—" She trailed off when the thick blanket of white finally settled and revealed the drone on the other side.
"Sorry, boss. I think you've got the wrong drone," V growled with a hint of defiance in her voice. It always made J's skin crawl.
"Where's N," J coldly replied as she crossed her arms.
V stood up straight, correcting her landing posture before brushing a few snowflakes off her cropped jacket.
"I haven't seen him since I left earlier," She replied in an equally cold tone.
"Great," J uttered to herself. "Just great."
Behind her, J's tail lashed about with irritation and frustration. It rapidly flicked back and forth, paired with her tense posture, it earned a lifted eyebrow from V.
"What are you so worked up about?" V deadpanned, though had an underlying hint of curiosity laced within her tone. "N disappears all the time. He probably lost track of time again and hid out in an old building or something."
"Are you dense?" J responded in a low tone. Her yellow eyes flickered onto V, giving her a sharp and heated glare.
V returned J's glare with one of her own as she put her hands on her hips. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" J mimed. Her tone came off as less collected than it usually did, her temper was nothing short of a wires width, no thanks to her pent up sexual frustration.
"It means you're an idiot!" the squad leader hissed. "A pointless, moronic, idiot!"
V pursed her lips and furrowed her brows, wordlessly watching as J marched closer to her. She only vaguely listened to the angered rambling of J, and was more focused on a scent she had suddenly picked up on. There was a smell emanating off the leader, one V couldn't quite make out, but one she didn't exactly hate. It was sweet, intoxicating even, and V hadn't even noticed until the twin-tailed drone was right in front of her.
"Are you even listening?" J bitterly spat and tore V's thoughts from her. "Or is your CPU only good for murder!"
The disassembly drone blinked a few times before she bared her fangs and scowled. "If you think you can use me as your punching bag while N isn't here, think again."
As she finished speaking, V lifted her hand up and swapped it over to a set of claws.
"Are you threatening me?" J growled. "You understand that is an offense punishable by disassembly, correct?"
"Who's gonna disassemble me if you're gone?" V smugly retorted, confident in her ability to fight off J.
J opened her mouth in an attempt to retort with some half thought out response, though she left it gaped and eventually snapped it shut. Though the squad leader tried her hardest to avoid staring V directly in the eyes, she could see the smug expression plastered across her face only get wider — she won the battle.
"That's what I thought~" V taunted in a sing-song cadence. She swapped her claws back to a hand and lowered her arm, letting it lazily drape by her side.
J scoffed and folded her arms, "That's what I should be saying," She mumbled, just loud enough for V to have heard.
"What?"
"After all, I already said the only thing you were good at was murder," J continued in a flat tone. "Of course you'd resort to violence when things don't quiet go your way."
V's smug expression fell flat right there, quickly shifting back into a scowl.
"What am I supposed to do? Let you walk all over me like you do to N?" she angrily blurted out. "You're just mad because you don't have me tied down on a leash!"
J's tail twitched. She raised her hand up and flipped one of her ponytails back. "No, V," She coldly replied. "I'm mad because—" her voice trailed off and grew quieter, a barely audible mumble.
"Because what!" V growled.
J didn't immediately give V an answer, choosing to remain silent. She watched V shift slightly, growing impatient as the seconds ticked by. When V finally opened her mouth to speak again, J finally decided to give her a response.
"Because I am in heat, V!" she shouted, louder than she had intended. She startled when her voice began to echo off the walls.
It was V's turn to fall silent. She blinked her yellow eyes a few times in response to J's sudden statement, but the noise from her optics shifting and changing was the only noise to come from her. Then an amused snort.
"I should've known," V mumbled as she took a step closer to J.
J took a step back and eyed V cautiously.
Another step forward and V suddenly took a deep breath in. No, she was smelling, taking in the surrounding scent like a bloodhound hot on the trail of something. Her yellow gaze remained fixated on the squad leader, even as she continued to back away from V, matching her pace.
"You smell like it," V murmured. "I was wondering why you smelled so... good."
"V—" was all J could utter out. Her legs trembled, and there was a faint but noticable dampness between her thighs.
V suddenly lurched forward and wrapped her arms around J, restricting any further attempts to back away. While pressed together, J tried to wriggle her way out of V's arms, though she didn't try very hard. Just below her eyes, vibrant ticks of yellow blush appeared and created a soft glow. It wasn't helped by V's closeness to her, or the strong, overwhelming scent that V was giving off.
"L– let me go, you– idiot—" J attempted to remain collected and relaxed, but ultimately wound up stuttering her words instead.
"I thought you were in heat," V quietly retorted as she slowly trailed her hand up to J's cheek. She caressed it and grinned a wide, toothy grin when the blush on J's face only worsened.
"I am!" J spat. "Now let me go! That is an order!"
She froze when V suddenly rested her head in the crook of her neck and gripped her tightly.
"Then let me help you and show you I can do more than just kill," the disassembly drone rasped into J's audio receptors.
J bit down on her lip, hard. If she wasn't turned on before, she definitely was now. The dampness between her thighs was now more of a sopping wetness, and it felt like there was a knot slowly building in her stomach. Her body ached, it was almost painful just how horny she was. Damn her CPU for making her like this...
As if done subconsciously, J leaned forward and rested her weight against V. She felt as though if she hadn't, her knees may have just buckled under her and sent her tumbling into V anyway.
"You–" J mumbled, though voice came out higher than intended. She froze and cleared her throat, giving herself a moment to collect herself before she continued.
"Not a word of this gets out, understood?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," V replied in a tone that wasn't entirely convincing to J, something she was willing to look past just this once...
J went to reply, but stiffened and remained silent when V wrapped her hands around her thighs and gave them a light squeeze. J's hands firmly grasped V's jacket and her tail shot upright. V let out a cackle in response before hoisting J off the ground as if she weighed nothing. It shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as it was, disassembly drones were built to be lightweight powerhouses, but J still found herself caught off guard by the action. She glanced down at V, V glanced up at her. Their yellow eyes locked, V's full of smugness, as if to say you need me. And she was right. J needed her, really badly.
V began to move. Her steps were slow and steady, the sound of her footfalls seemed to loud to an impatient J. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Each step forward felt longer than the last, and left J to wonder where exactly V was going and what she had in mind. The longer they walked, the more J wanted to speak up and question the drone carrying her.
That all changed, however, when J's back suddenly hit something. She turned her head to get a better look at it, only to be greeted with the severed hand of a worker drone. The wall of the spire. V had her pinned to the wall of the spire. When she looked back, V had a smirk on her face and was quietly panting. She gave J's thighs another squeeze before leaning in. Their faces were only inches apart, and J could feel V's hot, oil-laced breath against her face. That stench from before, wafting off of V, came back. It was stronger than before. Rich and intoxicating, causing J's arousal to flare up worse than before. She let out a quiet whimper and bucked her hips right into V.
V let out a grunt, then a low growl, a deep rumble in her chest. Her panting slowly grew heavier as she began to close the distance between her and J. Their silicone lips met, and though J seemed initially reluctant, the sensation of V's knee grinding against her crotch certainly helped ease her into it. She whined into V's mouth, allowing her long and pointed tongue to worm right into her squad leader's mouth. Soon enough, their kiss went from a short lip lock to something much deeper. V would grunt and growl into it, especially as J's grinding got rougher and quicker. J felt V's fingers dig into her thigh plating, something that would undoubtedly leave a dent when all is said and done. J would normally yell at her for doing it, but she was too consumed in her lust to even think about doing so.
After a few minutes of swapping spit, V broke away, letting her yellow tongue loll out of her mouth for a moment. J appeared visibly disgusted — though she continued to whimper and grind against V — by the strand of saliva that connected the two and eventually collapsed, right onto J's suit. She would've complained, but a surge of pleasure ran right over as V's knee practically smashed into her crotch. Being as sensitive as she was, thanks to being in head, J threw her head back and let out a cracked moan. She trembled and shook, desperately desiring more than humping against V's leg like a dog.
Her hands, tremble as they might, firmly gripped the collar of V's jacket. Her eyes, determined and full of lust, met V's.
"V," Her voice was just as shaken as her body. "Stop messing around and fuck me already."
V's maw split apart, a loud cackle escaped it. J blinked and she was suddenly tossed from V's grasp. Her back hit the frigid snow, which hissed and steamed upon contact with her warm chassis. A few feet in front of her was V, who had lowered down onto all fours like an animal on a hunt, and was slowly creeping toward J. Her tail swished back and forth, the tip grazing against the snow multiple times. She'd giggle occasionally, interspersed with a few aggressive growls. Just as J went to adjust her position and sit upright, V pounced. With her hips firmly pressed against J's, thighs on either side of her waist, and her hands firmly against her shoulders, V had J pinned to the snow.
"You got it boss," V stated in a low and husky tone. She began to wiggle her hips, teasing J while she slowly undid her buckle.
Once J's buckle came undone and her thick suit opened up, V started to slowly undo J's buttons. Slowly being the keyword. She was intentionally toying with J, relishing the quiet whimpers and soft but stifled moans the squad leader would occasionally let out. V was in control, and she wanted to ensure J knew that.
J undid her tie for V, struggling with how badly her hands trembled. She could almost breathe a sigh of relief when V finally got her yellow undershirt undone, though she choked up instead when V began to trail her rough hands along her sensitive chest plating. A gasp, then a moan came from J as V kneaded her chest and traced circles along it. While V did that, J rubbed her thighs together, hoping to get some sort of friction and relief from the burning ache that rather through her nether region. She growing impatient, but all she could do was whine.
And whine she did, especially when V began to trail her hands down from J's chest to her sides. Her sides to her waist. Her waist to the thin black panties she had on, soaked with J's fluids. V giggled and dug her fingers under J's underwear, slowly pulling them down and revealing the sopping wet slit at the base of her hip plating. J couldn't help but blush and bit her lip when she listened to V's amused bursts of laughter.
"Poor J!" V mockingly cooed. She ran her hand along J's thigh, and eventually down to her slit. One finger brushed against the swollen entrance, making J gasp and shudder. "So turned on, but there was nobody to help."
Two fingers brushed against J's slit, massaging the silicone. V teased it, slipping her fingertips in before quickly pulling them out.
"I guess," V growled, lowering her voice slightly. "You needed me, huh?"
As she finished speaking, V thrust her fingers into J's slit. J arched her back and let out an undignified moan. Normally she wouldn't be so vocal, but she was more sensitive than usual. Even the slightest touch got her going, and it was difficult to suppress all the pleasured noises her body could manifest.
"C'mon J," V rasped. "Tell me how much you needed me."
J grit her teeth and tried her best to glare at V as she slowly thrust her two fingers in and out of J's slit.
"You are– ngh~ s– so unprofessional," She weakly retorted, trying so hard to maintain her stuck-up business act.
In response to J's snark — if it could even be called that — V shoved a third finger into J's slit without warning and thrust them deep into her. She curled her fingers and scraped along J's inner walls, earning another undignified moan from the trembling squad leader.
"B– by the company!" J breathlessly moaned. Her hands began to claw at the snow under her, which quickly melted in her grasp.
"It could feel a lot better," V smugly growled. "Just say the magic words~"
J panted and whimpered. Her hips desperately began to grind against V's hand, slowly but surely losing any and all sense of pride she may have had.
"V– V—" She stammered.
V leaned closer and hummed smugly.
J's ice cold hands shot up and firmly cupped V's cheeks, squishing them. She brought V closer, even if it meant V was no longer fingering her.
"V, I need you to fuck me. That is an order," She firmly growled without a hint of shame or embarrassed.
As she finished speaking, J pulled V downward into a deep kiss. This time, V was caught off guard by the action, letting out a muffle mmphf! the second their lips met. They let each other melt into it for a moment, listening to the sound of the wind beating against the spire. J was the one to break away, pushing firmly against V's chest and letting out heavy pants. V, panting as well, pulled her hand out of J's slit. J's slick fluids dripped down V's hand and glistened in the faint sunlight that crept into the spire. V stared at it for a few seconds, then turned her gaze to J, giving her a wide smile.
J's eyes hollowed out, just in time for V to shove two of her coated fingers right into the pinned disassembly drone's mouth. The taste of herself overwhelmed J. She was sweet and a little bit salty.
While J cleaned V's fingers, V used her free hand to, well, free herself. She brought it down to her hips, running it along the smooth, white plating. Quiet groans escaped her as she teased a barely noticable hatch, eventually pressing down on it and getting it open with a faint click. A satisfied sigh escaped V as her girthy, swollen length slipped out from the port it was sealed away in. It slapped down against J's waist and throbbed. Soon after, V removed her fingers from J's mouth and wiped the saliva she had left behind on J's chest, earning a disgusted groan from her leader.
"Y– you– unprofessional slob—" J half-heartedly grumbled.
"This unprofessional slob is going to demolish you~" V rasped, her eyes swapping over to a golden cross, while she lined herself up with J.
The tip of her member teased J's moist slit. Her hands firmly grasped J's thighs. And with little buildup or resistance, she thrust deep into J. The swollen yellow bulb at the base of her member slapped against J's slit.
"A– AH~!" J howled and once again arched her back.
V chuckled. She pushed against J and pulled her length out until only the tip resided. Then she slammed right back in. And out. And back in. Each thrust was rougher than the last, and gave J very little time to settle. The pace V had set was quick, and rough, and animalistic. She bared her fangs and squeezed J's thighs, taking great enjoyment out of the moans and whimpers that would escape their otherwise cold and stoic leader.
"That's– hot~" V huffed as J let out a broken and crackled moan.
J threw her arm up over her forehead and began to grit her teeth, trying her hardest to stifle the noises her sensitive body desperately wanted to produce as V pounded into her. Her other hand was wrapped around V's neck and was used to claw at her back.
"S– shut up—" J attempted to growl, but it came off more as a weak whimper.
V leaned closer to J and arched her back. J thought she was going to say something, based on the way her mouth suddenly gaped, but that quickly changed when their lips met yet again. V quickly went to chewing on J's bottom lip, grazing her fangs along the delicate silicone. J only dug her fingers deeper into V's jacket and moaned into her mouth.
Eventually, V broke away from their kiss again and began to kiss J's cheek. Then her neck. She'd grunt and quietly moan against J's skin as she did so. Then she moved down to J's shoulder, where her sloppy and moist kisses quickly turned into nibbles. Her fangs would graze J's skin, but not quite break it. That was quickly stopped when J pressed her forearm against V's chest and pushed her back.
"No b– biting," J growled.
V responded by pouting, and if her eyes weren't replaced with a large golden X, they definitely would have rolled in defiance.
"Buzzkill—" She grumbled through her panting.
"I– am your– mhhf~ l– leader! N– not prey," J uttered.
V huffed in frustration and leaned her body against J's, pressing all her weight against the drone below her. Every time her chest rose and fell, J could feel it. Every time she let out a grunt or a growl, J could feel it. And as time went on, and J's hand went from digging into V's back to stroking her short silver locks, she began to feel the rumbling of V's chest as she purred. Like a chain reaction, V's purring started something within J, and through her moans, she too began to purr in unison with the dominant drone above her.
J was... reaching pure bliss.
The knot within her stomach cavity grew tighter and tighter, especially as V quickly and ruthlessly pounded her sensitive insides. Each slap of her knot against her silicone slit drove J closer and closer to the edge.
"A– ah~ ngh~" J incoherently moaned and began to tug on V's hair. "I– V– I'm going to—" Her legs firmly wrapped around V's waist, "I'm gonna cum! D– don't stop!"
As if on cue, V's thrusts became quicker and more erratic. She drove her length deep into J. The friction between her length and J's walls only drove the squad leader crazy. The knot grew tighter. Tighter. Each thrust was like a vicious tug, until finally...
J's legs clenched V's waist. Her grip on V's silver locks tightened, drawing a brief and quiet wince from the drone above her. She threw her head back and howled, letting her oil-like slick shoot from her slit and into the snow. Her inner walls tightened around V's length, hugging it firmly.
"S– SHIT! B– BREED ME Y– YOU BIG D– DUMBASS!" she breathlessly moaned, taking great joy in being taken so ruthlessly by V.
V responded with a rough growl. She rested her head against J's shoulder, frantically panting against it. She kicked at the snow and desperately slammed her knot against J's slit. Each thrust, she too grew closer and closer to her climax. V lowered her mouth down to J's shoulder and panted against it, making the panting drone shudder as her hot breath washed against her skin. And with a few more erratic thrusts, V suddenly sank her teeth into J's skin. She broke it, spilling oil into her mouth and into the snow. Using the leverage, she forced her swollen knot into J's slit and began pumping her full of lines of her thick, black code while letting out a muffled roar.
Together, they came down from the bliss of their zenith, panting quietly as they recovered. J hit V over the head with her fist, earning a disgruntled yet muffled growl from the top.
"I told you not to bite, idiot," J scolded like she were talking to a dog.
V removed her fangs from J's shoulder and gently lapped at the wound as if to wordlessly apologize for it.
J... didn't mind, actually. The feeling of V's slippery, moist tongue against her skin, gently licking the wound she had created didn't feel awful. It was soothing, if anything. The faint purring she gave off certainly helped.
So, J settled in, knowing she'd be stuck with V for a good few minutes at least. She began to stroke V's hair, gently running her fingers through the smooth, silver locks. V's purring only seemed to get louder then, and by extension, so did J's.
Guess this idiot is good for something other than keeping the squad afloat, J thought to herself. N definitely wouldn't have been able to please her like this.
Then again, he doesn't bite.
Whatever. The wound had already healed by then. V was simply resting her head in the crook of J's neck, nuzzling her head against J's. She supposed it was just because of the afterglow of her orgasm that she suddenly lost her edge, but J would be lying if she said she didn't find it... cute.
Oh company, something was definitely wrong with her processor if it was combining the words V and cute in the same sentence. Except maybe V is NOT cute. Maybe it was just because she was in heat.
Yeah, that was probably it. Her processor was just acting up because she was in heat.
"J~" V quietly cooed from J's neck.
J stiffened slightly. Then she really stiffened when V suddenly pulled out. V lifted herself off of J and stared into her eyes.
"Wanna go again?" she growled with a thin grin on her face.
Did she? J froze for a moment and contemplated V's question. When she really took the time to sit back and think about it, she was still plenty aroused, and though her swollen slit was oversensitive from the previous pounding, it still ached and yearned for penetration.
J groaned and rolled her eyes. Her hands gripped V's collar, she pulled her down. "We have all morning. Shut up and make love to me until then."
V grinned and let her tail wag behind her. She pushed herself down and roughly kissed J, something that was quickly reciprocated. It was about to be a long and noisy morning in the spire...
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13:42, the sun was high in the sky, casting a glaring red glow over just about everything. It was warm, but not warm enough to melt the icey snow that covered the ground. At least, not all the way. It was certainly slippery, and appeared almost glossy thanks to the way the sunlight reflected off of it. A danger to just about anyone unfortunate enough to be trudging through it.
Anyone like Uzi Doorman, who was currently marching through the slippery snow and toward the large and imposing structure in the distance: the murder drones lair. This wasn't exactly a part of her original plan, she'd intended on going out at night when the temperatures were below freezing and the snow was solid enough to walk on; but, fate was cruel. She overslept and had to get through a boring as hell day at school before she could finally sneak out and find the last part she needed for her super awesome railgun! Maybe she'd even find a murder drone or two and give her railgun — that she knows would work — a test drive.
As she got closer to the murder drones lair, however, she began to hear really weird noises. Like, really weird. They cut through the raging winds, and sounded like... grunting? Groaning, growling? There was also a quieter and more timid sounding noise underneath. Maybe it was a murder drone and its victim? Uzi shuddered at the thought. Walking in on a murder drone ruthlessly tearing apart its victim wasn't exactly on her checklist of things she'd see today.
Then again, neither was what she actually saw.
Because, when she got closer and eventually slipped in through the large hole in the side of the grotesque structure under the assumption that the murder drone was distracted, she was greeted with not one, but two murder drones. One on top of the other, laying on its stomach in the cold snow. The one on the bottom whimpered and moaned uncontrollably, while the one on top tugged on its ponytails. If Uzi had known this was what she was going to walk in on, she would've just blown herself up with her railgun and called it a day...
Instead, Uzi watched in horror as the two murder drones finished their business. With a rough growl and a violent tug on the bottoms ponytails, the two howled in unison like some kind of animals — which, to be fair, murder drones totally were. When they finished, they panted heavily. The tops gaze slowly drifted around the spire, and Uzi swore her core skipped a cycle when its piercing yellow eyes landed right on her. Like a predators... It tugged on the bottoms hair, whispered something to her, and the next thing Uzi knew, she had two sets of golden eyes glaring at her.
On instinct, Uzi mouth began to move, blurting out the first words that came to mind.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"