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“...Why in Jenson’s name am I even here again?”
This was the only thought going through Serial Designation J’s CPU as she stood awkwardly in the snow, grimacing at the sight before her.
In front of the drone was a warm, bubbling tar pit, roughly the size of a large pond. The sludge oozed from a nearby pipe, steam rising from the surface as it constantly popped and rippled, J unable to see anything underneath the black gunk.
She hated the strange gurgles it made along with how it looked in the first place, so what in the world was she doing here?
It all started a couple weeks ago, when her other two subordinates started to take longer than usual returning to base during patrols. Though not uncommon with their line of work, it became frequent enough for J to take notice, obviously not approving of their repeated tardiness once the sun began to rise. It was even stranger how N and V usually arrived late together–something that never happened before considering the latter usually preferred working alone.
Regardless, J decided to investigate–which was as simple as interrogating N regarding their whereabouts. The panicked drone didn’t take long to crack, revealing everything they did each night much to V’s chagrin, as she apparently wanted it to be kept a secret.
Apparently, the pair had discovered the tar pit near the industrial sector of the city, and for some company-forsaken reason, decided to bathe in it.
“It feels really good!”, N had exclaimed, all while the squad leader gave him a flabbergasted expression. Him and V had come here almost every night after their patrols, swimming in the bubbling pit for a few hours before cleaning up and returning to base. Both drones claimed it was a way for them to “relax” after their long nights, using it in a similar fashion to how humans used saunas back on Earth.
J’s CPU had reset itself upon hearing what those two morons did, stunned and incredibly confused. Granted, N and V at least had the decency to clean up when finished–otherwise the squad leader would’ve found out sooner. But the fact that they decided that wading around in some pond for industrial waste was a good idea simply baffled J to no end, not to mention they were doing this on company time as well.
What followed was a rant from the infuriated pigtailed drone ordering her squadmates to stop going there every night and to return to base on time, along with her berating them over “indecency” and “unprofessionalism”. She blasted N and V over degrading themselves in such a “disgusting environment”, and warned of repercussions should they ever stay over late in that pit again.
N frantically agreed and gave several rushed apologies, while V simply scoffed and rolled her eyes. Regardless, both drones followed her instructions and began arriving on schedule once more, seemingly ending their use of the tar pit.
All in all, that should’ve been the end of the issue, and J would return to her duties and forget about this bizarre incident.
Yet here she was tonight, standing over the pit and disregarding her own rules as the hours ticked by.
J came here for a very simple reason; curiosity.
She found herself unable to wrap her head around how any drone could stay inside that place without overheating or getting stuck–not to mention the appeal. Yes, she knew her squadmates enjoyed it but she couldn’t figure out why, and explaining it to her simply wouldn’t do.
So after several nights of self-deliberation and reluctance, J finally decided to see what the appeal was for herself…which led her to tonight.
J frowned at the sight, shifting her weight as her tail nervously flicked behind her.
“Do I even want to do this? Why am I even considering such unprofessional actions?” Numerous thoughts floated around J’s head, her frown growing with each one. “This place looks even more disgusting than I thought! How were N and V able to enjoy this without overheating and damage?! Is it really worth it?!”
The pigtailed drone groaned, shaking her head. “I don’t have to do this. I could go back and forget about this whole place and go back to my duties…”
“...But robo-god I can’t!”
J’s curiosity was killing her, and no matter what she said or thought it was simply too big to ignore. She let out a short sigh before steeling her expression, glaring at the pit.
“Fine…I’ll do it. Go inside for one minute. In and out. It’ll probably be a nasty experience, but at least I won't have to sit here and wonder anymore.”
Thus, J’s mind was finally set–even if she still believed it to be a bad idea. However, she wasn’t about to enter the tar wearing her uniform.
The disassembler slowly undressed, carefully placing her clothes in a safe spot away from the pit–after all, she would never stain her suit with something so sticky. Feeling the cool wind on her bare skin, J glanced down and took a moment to inspect her nude body.
“Why did the company believe it was a good idea…to add such unnecessary attachments?” The drone blushed as she glazed down at her voluptuous form. Corporate was…exceedingly generous when upgrading her body, as much as she tried to ignore it. From the sizable thighs complete with black garter straps, to her curvy waist and rear, up to the pair of breasts that while smaller than V’s, were by no means tiny themselves. J couldn’t help but notice how similar they were to human anatomy, right down to the two perky yellow nipples glowing on each breast.
“...So weird.” She mumbled to herself, returning her gaze towards the bubbling pit. “Well, here goes nothing. Just for one minute…you can do this.”
She slowly walked towards the edge of the black, steaming pond, wincing the closer she got. Standing right over the bubbling liquid, she slowly raised one of her pegs and cautiously dipped it into the tar, bracing herself.
“Robo-Jesus!”
It felt very warm, not to mention how the tar stuck around her foot, morphing around it as it went lower inside. J could feel some resistance as she kept pushing, the drone shuddering with this foreign sensation.
“Come on J…just get it over with! One minute!”
Scolding herself, she gritted her teeth as she stepped off the rocky ground entirely, her other peg submerging itself as the disassembler finally waded inside the pit, slowly sinking down.
The experience…was certainly eye opening, to say the least.
Upon submerging deeper into the tar, J could feel the sludge constrict around her body, sticking to every inch of her metal skin. No part of her body was left untouched, the tar wrapping itself around her frame the further she sunk. Although there was some pressure being applied, by no means did she feel squeezed or suffocated as she could still move her limbs, albeit sluggishly. Still, the gooey sensation caused the disassembler to let out a gasp, slightly curling in herself as the tar popped around her.
“Oh Robo-God…it’s so sticky and warm!”
J was also lathered in heat upon entering the tar, which was not surprising considering the steam floating from the surface. Contrary to what she originally thought though, the temperature, while in the triple digits according to her on-screen thermometer, strangely wasn’t enough to cause her to overheat. She was almost expecting for her internal alarms to go off the moment she stepped in, yet her internal temperature remained in a stable condition despite being slightly higher than normal. Her servos were still functioning normally, and none of the variables she experienced was causing her systems to flip out or crash.
The disassembler found herself unbothered by the temperature change, even as she was still getting used to the sticky tar. In fact, it felt…comfortable?
J managed to stop her descent, to the point where her upper chest and head were sticking out of the black surface. The rest of her body was fully submerged within the tar, the drones lightly shuddering at the alien sensation yet found the surrounding heat to be oddly soothing, her core slowing its thumping as she let out a long exhale, steam emerging from her mouth.
“Was this what N and V were talking about? Enjoying the heat? It feels…good.”
She couldn’t believe what she was thinking, yet found herself unable to deny it. As the seconds passed, she steadily got used to the strange feeling against her skin, the surrounding heat calming the normally uptight drone at an alarming pace. Thirty seconds passed, then forty, and finally one minute came and went.
Yet J didn’t leave.
She was originally expecting to jump out of the sticky pit and somehow clean herself off before flying away and never returning, yet soon found herself steadily relaxing into the warm tar, the sensation smothering her like a blanket as she leaned her head back, staring at the stars with half-lidded eyes. She exhaled again, her headband flickering as she felt the stress from before leaving her body, absorbed by the thick sludge and replaced by something far more soothing.
“I’m…I’m actually enjoying this. I don’t believe it.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, still gazing towards the night sky. J didn’t want to leave–not yet at least. Not when this was the first time she felt so at ease in ages.
“Heh…no wonder N and V came down here so often…can’t believe those idiots were actually right.” Shaking her head, J’s eyes fully closed as she surrendered herself to the sticky warmth, sighing contently. “Just five more minutes J…just five more minutes here.”
And with that, Serial Designation J struggled no further, letting her body relax inside the pit she once called disgusting.
…At least until suddenly feeling something wrap around her waist.
J’s eyes shot open, her entire body going rigid. “What the-?!”
Suddenly the surface before her exploded in a shower of sludge, splattering all over her visor as the disassembler yelped, flinching back. She didn’t go far due to her sticky predicament, but managed to move slightly back, forcing her hand to the surface and transforming it into an MP5. Snarling, J’s visor swapped to an X as she aimed it at the object that just surfaced before her, ready to put a bullet into–
“Robo-Jesus J, chill out!”
That voice!
Her eyes flickered back on, giving her a clear view of–
“V?!”
Her other squadmate cracked a grin despite the gun aimed at her face, bobbing before her leader as she raised her hands from the tar. “Sup boss?”
It took J a few seconds to register her presence before retracting her machine gun, a scowl quickly replacing the shocked expression she had on earlier. “W-What the hell are you doing here?! Y-You’re supposed to be on patrol!”
V simply sunk back into the surface, still keeping her head visible as she nonchalantly responded. “I got bored, and N wanted to turn in early. Still had some time to kill, so I headed here to relax.”
She moved closer, her grin widening as she pointed at J. “Seems like you got the same idea as well, didn’t you? Whatever happened to this place being too disgusting for your taste?”
J sputtered, struggling to justify her presence. “T-That’s not important! Why did you come up on me like that, waiting like some kind of pervert?! You know I hate surprises!”
“And that’s exactly why I did it!”
The pigtailed drone growled as V chuckled. “I mean, I saw you flying in well before, and figured it would be funny. Should’ve seen your face, heh!”
“UGH! I could have your pay docked for this!”
“Go ahead, not like we need it anyways.” V suddenly swam closer to J, and only then did the squad leader notice the other’s very sizable assets starting to peek out from below. “You still haven’t answered my question though. What’s with the change of heart?”
Lightly blushing, J struggled to find words as she looked away from the grinning V. “I…I uh…”
“Go on, you can do it~”
“Uh–FINE! I got curious, okay?! I wanted to see why you morons came here so often!”
J gasped after her outburst, blush growing brighter as she turned further from V’s gaze. “J-Just this once…don’t expect me to come back, b-because I won’t!”
V just smirked, rolling her eyes. “Sure you won’t. Hated it so much that you were literally falling asleep in the stuff, right?”
“Shut the hell up! Don’t you dare tell N about this!”
“Or what, J? You’re gonna demote me?” V let out a scoff as she moved even closer, the tips of her breasts lightly pressing against J’s as the tar wrapped around both drones. “It’s not like he’ll be freaked out about it anyways. In fact, he would definitely congratulate you on the experience, heh.” The bob-haired drone narrowed her eyes in a seductive manner, tilting her head. “So tell me boss, how does it really feel? Is it the tar wrapping around your body like a blanket? Or is it the warmth that’s just so damn addicting, hm?”
V lifted her arms out of the muck, wrapping them around J’s shoulders as the other girl froze . “Because believe me, this place might look like some stinking shithole, but being inside will make you wanna stay for hours. Hence why N and I often hung out here…and I’ve got the feeling you will too.”
As much as J wanted to rebut and argue against her subordinate, she couldn’t find it in herself to even stay mad. Maybe it was because V was right about the tar pit…or perhaps it was the fact the other disassembler was literally pressing their bodies together, the tar keeping them glued.
Several very unprofessional thoughts entered J’s CPU, and her blush brightened as she struggled to repress them. This was the first time she had ever been this intimate with anyone–and of course it was V of all drones!
“At least it isn’t moron bot doing this…although he does have a very sturdy build–WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF J?! DO SOMETHING BEFORE THIS GETS OUT OF HAND!”
“T-This is h-highly…unprofessional…”
“And yet here we are, enjoying this moment.” V flashed another grin, fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I know you had such a good time relaxing here before I scared you…but I can make it up if you want~”
J’s eyes hollowed, letting out a sputter. “I–uh–what?”
“I can make your first time here so much better J,” V cooed, resting her hand on J’s cheek as she wiped off some of the tar stuck to her visor. The squad leader didn’t resist or pull back, simply staring with a glowing visor as the surrounding tar somehow got warmer. “I know we haven’t had the best of a relationship, but I promise not to pull any BS with you…plus I’ve had plenty of practice with N here.”
“You and N–” J felt her entire system glitch at the implication. “Here?!”
V giggled, a sound that now made J’s core float. “Well, we did experiment quite a bit. But don’t worry, I won’t go too far this time around.”
J now knew what V was implicating, and she was absolutely stunned and flustered. It was something she’d never expect from either of her squadmates, nor did she have any experience. If she was in a better state of mind, she would’ve rejected and reprimanded V for even suggesting this, sending her off to work overtime as punishment.
Yet sitting inside this warm tar pit, pressed against the other drone’s body and staring into her eyes, awakened something deep within the pigtailed drone, something that yearned for the tantalizing pleasures being offered without any charge.
Too lost in this new and addictive feeling, J’s mouth finally responded before her mind did, a whispered admission barely heard over the bubbling sludge.
“...Fine.”
V’s grin was downright feral now, pushing their breasts into one another further as she grasped J’s head with both hands. “You won’t regret this, boss~”
“What…What happens now?”
The bob-cut drone simply responded by smashing her lips against J’s, letting out a muffled gasp as she felt a long, slimy tongue rubbing against hers. She sank further into the tar as V immediately took charge, moaning into the kiss and moving her appendage all around, exploring every inch of J’s warm mouth.
A minute passed before the other disassembler finally responded, perking up a bit as she returned the favor with her own tongue. Although hesitant, she received no pushback as the pair groaned, eyes closed and hands gently grasping one another’s faces. The tar around them popped out additional steam, the temperature slowly rising as the sludge further constricted, enveloping both their bodies in a warm vice.
Eventually the two separated, saliva bridging her lips as J found herself whining at the lack of touch. V giggled, rising further from the pit to the point where the rest of her cleavage was revealed. J could now see just how big her breasts were compared to her own–it was a miracle the disassembler’s jacket hadn’t snapped apart from the size alone. Her glowing yellow nipples stood out in the darkness of the pit, topped off with a pair of…spiked piercings?
J felt herself returning to lucidity for a split second, her blush disappearing as she glared at the illegal modifications protruding from V’s bust.
“Serial Designation V, those are non-standard additions to your body! Corporate bars you from modifying your frammMPHH!”
The other disassembler let out a loud groan, rolling her eyes as she covered J’s mouth. “Oh my Robo-God, do you want to kill the mood? We can stop here if it’s that much of an issue.”
The realization hit J like whiplash, suddenly feeling embarrassed and terrible for interrupting the pleasure she felt seconds earlier. How could she be this stupid?!
Feeling her mouth being released, J stared up at the frowning V (and doing her best to avoid gawking at her exposed breasts) Her mouth opened and closed a few times before finally replying.
“I-I’m sorry…I was out of line. It’s not an issue…please, continue.”
Never in her life did J sound so pathetic and desperate.
Fortunately V’s smile returned instantly, seemingly forgetting her previous ire. “It’s good. Learning experience, right?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Well then!”
Gripping J’s head, V immediately shoved her between her soft mounds, fingers digging through her hair as the pigtailed drone found her visor pressed against the silicone bust, her blush returning tenfold.
“Consider this your real apology~”
Once again her mind went blank, pleasure and lust returning with a vengeance. Without even thinking J pressed further into the mounds, moaning at the comforting sensation as her hair was tousled. V soon pulled her back, eyes glinting with mischief–only for the squad leader to whine, already wishing to go back.
“So needy…even N wasn’t this bad~!”
J still resisted, pushing towards one of V’s breasts and instantly latching onto the metal piercing with her teeth, suckling the nipple without hesitation. Any issues she had with the spikes were instantly forgotten, the drone only wanting to feel more of her subordinate’s assets. V groaned at the wet sensation, keeping her there for several long seconds before finally pulling her away, watching as her leader panted and whined.
Chuckling, she lunged forward and wrapped her in another deep kiss, engulfing the drone in a tight hug. As the drones moaned, their bodies bucked and grinded against each other, the tar helping them stick. The dual sensation of the viscous liquid and their own curvy frames aroused the disassemblers further, with V managing to slowly wrap her legs around J’s waist through the sludge.
She began rutting against her partner’s pelvis, the swelling pressure between her own legs rapidly building with each rub until her hatch finally clicked open to reveal the warm, thick surprise within.
J felt it first, breaking away from the kiss as she glanced down at the pit’s surface. She couldn’t see anything of course, but knew there was something resting against her hip that wasn’t V’s legs.
“V…what is–”
The disassembler in question also felt it, her core racing in anticipation as she let out a breathy groan. Bucking her hips once, she hissed as the lengthy member pulsed against J’s pelvis, the tar also wrapping around it and amplifying the sensation.
“Jaaaay…” She uttered, resting her forehead against the other’s. “I want you…I really fucking want you…” V growled at the last part, her penis pulsating again as she groaned.
J’s breath hitched, unable to believe what she just listened to. Was this actually happening?
So unprofessional and vulgar…but J no longer cared, too intoxicated by the warmth, the viscous tar, V’s body, and her starving lust. The pressure within her was unbearable at this point, and all she wanted was to finally release.
J’s own port clicked open without command–and although V couldn't see it…she could certainly feel it.
Huffing in excitement, the disassembler moved her hips back to align herself, before sheathing her member within J’s womanhood in a single thrust, giving her pelvis a hard tap.
J threw her head back and screamed.
She continued doing so for several more seconds before collapsing her head into V’s neck, her chest heaving as she let out several breathy mewls. Her partner shushed her in response, giving light pecks on the side of her head as her dick slid further into the warm entrance, pushing against J’s midsection. Their bodies were now completely pressed against each other, the surrounding tar holding them in place and warming the pair up even further. Already V was growing impatient, the various sensations proving to be overwhelming as her length throbbed for more. Grunting, the disassembler pulled back as much as she could within the tar before slamming into J’s hips again, groaning at how tight her entrance was. The drone in question ripped out another ugly moan, her body trembling in light pain and ecstacy.
“Shhh…you’re taking me so good boss…so fucking good.”
V thrusted again and again, each motion slowly getting smoother as the pit’s surface bubbled rapidly around the drones. J clung onto her, her pained moans steadily turning to pleasure as she soon began bucking her hips in kind, feeling their pelvises grind against each other under the sludge. Her subordinate’s penis continued hitting her interior walls, pushing against the rubber midsection as she maintained tempo. Their bodies rubbed against one another continuously, eliciting more moans as their internal temperatures increased.
V continued to assault J’s neck with more kisses, though they soon grew more fierce and possessive. A low purr rumbled from deep within her chest, and her tail certainly would’ve wagged if it weren’t for the tar keeping it in place.
Their hips continued to clash underneath the bubbly surface, V’s grunts and J’s moans carrying in the night wind. Although the tar prevented both drones from thrusting any faster, V pushed into her boss hard, ensuring she was fully inside each time. Already she could feel herself getting closer to her climax, her core thumping as she pressed harder.
The bob-cut drone’s visor switched to an X, her kisses turning to bites as she growled against J, the pigtailed disassembler shuddering under her breath and fangs. She was also getting closer to her edge, the friction between their bodies and the tar proving too much for her overclocked CPU to handle.
“J-Jaaaayyy…I’m cl-close-!”
She whined in response, thrusting into V as best she could. It was then that the latter had an idea, one that would probably get her in trouble when this was over…but was too good to pass up.
Wrapping tightly around J’s body, she brought her in for a deep kiss, stifling her wails and preparing her for what was coming next. V suddenly dropped her weight, allowing her and J to sink further into the tar pit. Before either drone realized, their exposed heads disappeared under the surface, submerging them completely and pitching them in darkness.
V shut off her optics as J’s widened in fear, not anticipating to be inside the pit itself. Unable to see anything before her, she attempted to scream, swim up–do anything to free her from this darkened prison.
That was when V shoved into her one last time, her body shuddering as she screamed into J’s mouth. The tar kept their lips and bodies locked, invisible sparks coursing between their skin. Simultaneously, V’s cock shot ropes of synthetic cum deep into J’s womb, filling her midsection up until it bulged against the other drone’s midriff.
Once again, J’s mind disconnected as she felt her own dam burst, shuttering from her orgasm. She no longer focused on the darkness as her own eyes shut and she fully surrendered herself to the moment, surrounded by V and the warm tar. Moaning into the kiss, she continued to cum with her partner until the member inside finally throbbed one last time, her belly sloshing with all the liquid inside her.
Several crash warnings popped up on J’s visor, initiating an emergency shutdown she was unable to override. The last thing she felt before slipping into reboot was V’s mouth and the soft heat surrounding her frame.
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Rebooting…
Welcome, Serial Designation J.
Yellow eyes clicked open as the disassembler groaned, rubbing her head.
“Ughhh…what happened?”
Her CPU was still cycling through her last memories, leaving the pigtailed drone unable to recall what had transpired prior to her shutdown. Slowly sitting up, she saw that she was resting completely naked in the snow, near the bubbling tar pit where she had–
Recovery Complete!
Just like that, J’s memories were restored…and it took her milliseconds to scan through them and realize what had transpired.
“Ohhh…OH MY ROBO-GOD!”
She remembered everything; entering the tar pit, V, the sex, the sinking…
J glanced down at her midsection, now thoroughly bloated with her subordinate's cum. She winced at the strange feeling, only to see clumps or leftover tar covering the rest of her body–she couldn't return to base like this! Panicking, J glanced left and right to do something that would make everything disappear, too distracted to notice the presence approaching from behind.
“Oh, that was you screaming. Welcome back, boss!”
The squad leader snapped her head up, only for several towels to be thrown into her lap. V stood before her, fully dressed in her jacket and shorts without showing any signs that she’d been inside the pit.
“V-V! You–We–What–?!”
“You passed out.” V simply said, crouching down next to her leader. “So I brought you out after we finished and left you so I could clean myself off. I keep a bunch of towels in a shed near the pit–that’s how N and I managed to get rid of this gunk.”
Picking up one of the towels, the bob-cut drone began wiping the tar away from J’s frame, each rub flaking the pieces off as she winced at the sensation. “Kinda a pain to rub, I know. Gotta apply force to it.”
J grumbled, slowly raising her arms to allow V to continue. “I-Isn’t there a better way of doing this?”
“Sure there is! You can lick it off!”
Before she had a chance to refuse, V leaned in and licked her slimy tongue across J’s visor, earning a squeal from the squad leader. She giggled as she finished, removing the flakes of tar that had clung to the glass.
“D-Damnit! Warn me next time!” J faced away with a massive blush as her partner continued snickering and wiping.
“Heh, whatever you say.”
Wiping her face clean, J turned back to the other disassembler, still blushing but allowing her to reach the other spots that needed to be cleaned.
“You…You filled me up. You actually did it…that was so unprofessional.”
V smirked in response, pausing to look her dead in the eye. “But did you enjoy it?”
J thought about it for a long while, remembering the warm ooze and forceful yet pleasing motions from her squadmate. She compared it to what she’d said about the pit several days earlier, and realized just how wrong she was despite the mess that was made. Truth be told, she wasn’t even angry at V for cumming inside of her, rather relieved that she stayed and was helping her recover.
The answer was quiet, shaky, but clear to all who heard.
“...I liked it…thank you for helping me.”
“Anything for you, boss.” V gave her a quick peck on the cheek (earning one more flustered yelp) before she resumed cleaning. “Soooo…does that mean you’ll change your mind about the pit? I can guarantee more experiences like this if you do~”
It took every effort for J to not start blushing up a storm once again. “We’ll need to discuss it in detail later…but I’m sure an agreement can be made for this extracurricular activity.”
“Good! Now all three of us can go chill inside! Who knows? Maybe you’ll be doing the same thing with N as well! He’s just as experienced as I am, so I can guarantee you some satisfactory results!”
V cackled as J ceased to hide her blush, curling into herself before her gaze drifted back to the bubbling, steamy tar pit she had just bathed and had sex in several minutes ago, the events permanently embedded into her CPU.
It still looked unsanitary and repulsive. But now she knew what to expect if (and when) she returned…and found herself eager to experience more.
“You know…this probably wasn’t so bad after all.”