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⚠️!!WARNING!!️⚠️

If you are not above the age of 18, have suffered abuse of any kind, do NOT read.

I mean it.

Proceed with Caution.

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Take  an interstellar vacation across the stars they said...

It will be the time of your life they said...

Warm beaches...

Sunny days...

Oodles of activity and people to interact with...

You were promised a millionaire's equivalent to retirement.

Instead, the captain chose the exact moment to have the uber 'tism and nap behind the wheel when an asteroid bitch slapped the ship off course and subsequently killed everyone but you. God knows how you managed, but instead of having your insides scooped out through your orifices and boiled in the vacuum of space, you now live in a neverending ice age with robots made from a supposed human company that have to babysit you until you can get off the planet. It had been 2 weeks since you landed, and one of your "guardians" has been unraveling since then.

J, the self-promoted leader of the trio of what she calls "Disassembly Drones", was currently giving you a mouthful about being an utter waste of her time and resources and should just kill you off. Your only salvation was that the company wasn't answering her calls to grant her permission.

"I can't believe, out of all the squads, I have to babysit a fucking bum! I bet this is some joke from that bitch B! So miserable she decides to dump a worthless nobody onto my doorstep instead of drinking like the worthless alcoholic she is because I give  results !"

You can't imagine why anyone wouldn't interact with such a bundle of joy.

Your eyes stray from the corporate dog to another drone, the sadistic and certified psychopath: V.

She has already tuned out J and her ramblings about the pecking order and instead occupies herself with blowing bubbles. A stark contrast from the stories you have heard of her. Your eyes trail along her body, from her unnaturally well-kept hair, to her wider than average hips, all the way to her painted high heels.

When your eyes trail back up, you  notice she was looking at you. You quickly avert your perverted gaze and pretend to listen to J. You might have imagined it, but you  believe  you saw   her  smirk.

"I need a drink..." J says exasperated.

"I can whip something up for you if you'd like!" Offers N, who had been silent throughout her tirade.

"If you want to put me in a better mood, N..." J starts with a low hiss. "Then stop sitting on your lazy ass and finish your quota!"

N flinches but hides it with a smile and salutes. "Can do!"

J scowls at him before whipping around to face V. "You - keep an eye on him. And don't lose him like you did with his chain!"

V turns in her swivel chair. "I didn't 'lose it'. I just forgot where I put it."

J is about to go off again when V suddenly gets up from her seat. She strides over to you and settles herself on your lap with a small grunt. "There. Now he's secured."

ASS

BIG ASS

BIG DRONE ASS IS IN THE LAP ZONE

NOBODY FUCKING PANIC

J is radiating with rage as she began muttering an entire list of inappropriate conducts, slowly building up and ready to explode...only to deflate and leave the pod without a word.

N however remained where he was, completely deflated and wearing a deeply pained look. He  looks  indecisive as he watches V make herself comfortable on you and ignoring his presence altogether. He opens his mouth to say something, but flinches when a loud "bang" rattles the pod.

"MOVE YOUR ASS!"

N gives one more look before reluctantly launching himself through the entrance and flying off.

"Finally, some peace and quiet." Remarks V.

Your  mind still  hasn't  quite  caught  up to you so you just sit there as V's personal chair.   While  you attempt to settle the storm in your  walnut  of a brain , V wiggles around. You feel her adjusting her shapely rump, inadvertently  grinding  her posterior against your sheathed "pen" and even going so far as to bounce.

Your face is beyond the  threshold  of red. You actively try not to make any noise or movements to set V off - interrupt her - while also keeping your "pen" from clicking.

It  was an uphill battle, if the hill were a big booty drone  throwing it back  like a stripper waiting for her next dollar.

V then has a  really long  stretch. She pulls her arms behind her and arches into you ,  making  the chair creak and lean with the shift in weight.

Her hair brushes against your face and you take in her scent. There is the  stench  of oil and grease - no surprise - but they were oddly overshadowed by a strong  aroma  of lilac and a pinch of lavender.

Your eyes shift to literally everywhere else to take your mind off the incredibly inappropriate proximity between man and drone. You find yourself looking into the  mirror  from across the room and see your burning face looking back.

You also notice V looking right at you through the reflection.

"Still not hard?"   V  grinds again , only it holds a different tempo than before - slow, and deliberate.  "You've been ogling at my ass for awhile now . Are  you  so lonely that  you'd  settle for a drone~?"

The friction is getting to you. You can barely hold your arousal back as it flows into your little buddy. You feel your tip graze her through your pants, and so does she. She  drives  her ass further onto  your  lap to get a better feel for it, the downward pressure she puts on your legs starting to hurt.

Your anxiety spikes and you move to push her away, telling her you  weren't  in the mood. She  intercepts  your hands and places them onto her  hips . V puts on a mock pout. "You don't like me...?"

Taken aback, you stutter your words. You say  that  you  do  like her, it was just that...

"You worried  about  your  size~ ?"

A pit forms in your stomach. V takes this moment to undo your zipper.  You try to  intervene, but it was already too late. Her  polymetal  digits tap  against  your genitals to get a good feel.

She stops.

You stop.

The world stops.

" Small ..."

Your stomach gauges itself once the word bangs  against  your eardrums. You go limp in your chair, hands dangling at your sides. Your anxiety gnaws at your heart, taking a delight in your misery like it was a Thanksgiving feast.

Eyes closing shut, you await for the ridicule  you've  dreaded your entire life to arrive, to be put down as a lesser being, a laughing stock among men and women. You await the rumors that will soon come, that sneer and disgust from every girl around you. You await to eventually find those same girls with bigger, stronger, virile men that bred and enslaved those women with their cocks alone, to hear them  glorify  them and make noises that a woman would  never  make with your tiny, pitiful excuse for a dick...

You drag your eyes to the  reflection  in the  mirror , wanting to  get  all of it over with and see the disgust on V's face...

She's smiling.

To your shock V tears off the barrier between her and her prize and immediately starts  jerking  you off, even putting in some spit on her hand to help lube you up. Still in your lap, V adjusts herself to hook your head in her arm. She bites her lip as she looks between you and your dick, her visor flushed with scanlines. Her breathing became hotter than before, steam plowing agaisnt your face with every puff.

You're  too stunned to catch up  with  what is happening. Your eyes just flick between V and your dick in her hand as she desperately tries to get it hard.

She nearly smashes her lips against yours, slipping in some tongue before pulling away. "Do you want this or not?"

...

Reservations put aside, you claim her lips, which she happily returns. You both moan as your tongues writhe together, completely closing the space between the two of you. Now that you were reciprocating, your penis was now eager to react to V's touch and harden in her fingers.

V pulls back to focus on her ministrations, idly leaning her head against yours. Her polymetal fingers rub and squeeze around the head making you tense to her amusement. She strokes your little fella a bit more before suddenly rearranging herself again. Still facing away from you, she angles her snatch above you, her crotch hatch having slid open and revealing her synthetic flower.

V  smirks and  wiggles her ass tauntingly. "Want this, baby~?" She purrs.

You and your dick nod eagerly.

She bites her lip and carefully lowers  herself  onto your shaft. Her warmth emanated from it, tickling your tip before it even penetrated her lips. Given  its  size, it  wasn't  hard to slip in .

She is even hotter inside. The sheer heat from her nethers was enough to erase the cold from your body, and  potentially  melt  your dick off. It was also roomy thanks to your less endowed size, but with a quick change in angle, V makes your tip scrape the roof of her silicone cave.   Her faceplate contorts with every move along with restrained noises rumbling in her  voice  box. Among those noises was a small utterance that catches you off guard.

"I didn't know it felt this good..."

Wait... this  is her first time as well???

With a grunt and a hitch of breath,  V hilts you inside herself again to gyrate her hips.  You let out shaky breaths and grasp V's hips while she puts you in a spin cycle, but being a mega virgin, it was a fruitless endeavor. Writhing in place , you  fear  you won't last long when she  finally  decides to start actually moving.

T hen V suddenly stops.

S he is looking at a nearby wall, her orbs hollowed as if she is petrified by something. Her expression shifts to one of contemplation, before regarding you with a very unsettling grin.

You're caught by surprise when her cord whips around you and the chair to tie you together.

V moves once more - rougher. Her steely hide clangs against your legs with force that threatens  to  break both them and the furniture beneath you.   She grunts for every impact, her voice much more audible, its intensity banging off the walls of the pod enough for any potential passerby to hear.

Just a moment ago she was  barely  able to handle having you inside her, but now she was taking it like this was a cakewalk ?

She raises her glorious ass  enough  to leave only your tip inside  to  gyrate around it again. She takes a sadistic delight in the face you make trying - and failing - to contain your groan. "Mmm-haahh...~ Want to know why I chose you despite your size??" She suddenly  offers.

Without giving you time to respond , she changes positions yet again.   She r eaches over to bring your heads close and leans against you while her other hand  massages your balls .

H er hot breath wafts across your face as she speaks. " To be honest,  I  used to prefer men with big cocks. I saw a couple of Worker Drones going at it, and the guy was fucking  hung .  I  thought   about  killing the bitch so  I  could have him for myself."

Her words spark feelings of anger and inadequacy in  you.

"But the moron busted up her insides and killed her. It was funny, but a major turn off. Then I found N whacking off when no one was looking..." V glances at the wall with a smirk. "He was even bigger than the other guy, but there was no way I was letting him stuff me with that. I lost interest in big guys after that. But you...~" She leans into your ear. "You're just the size I want~" She spreads both legs and lips wide for you to delve more inside her cunt. "And with some practice, even this-!" She accentuates her word with a slam of her hips. "-can make a woman cum!"

Part of you thinks this is bullshit, but with the effort  she's  putting into this, you feel obligated to give her a chance. Your inner walls drop, and you reach out to grasp at her  luscious  body.

"Atta boy~" She compliments.

You match her energy, hips moving to synergize with hers. Your hands run along her curves, palms squeezing her surprisingly soft tummy.

"Don't squeeze s-s-so hard...~"

...You wonder.

You give her tummy a good squeeze. And to your surprise, V stifles a  noise  with her hand. So  that's   her weakness, huh? You continue to assault the poor girl's tummy, giving her a  squeeze  and  some  belly rubs to make her  squirm . The  noises  she made were delightful. She can barely  contain  her whimpering as you torment her soft, and addicting belly.

"Nnnmmm-fffuck~! I need your data!  Now! "

The table flips once more; V gripping the chair beneath you both and slamming her needy pussy to make you claim her. You feel something in you rouse and take hold of you, forcing you into a lust-fueled frenzy.

Lips are sealed once more, only V dominates you in the war of tongues. She devours your lips, even going so far as to suck and bite them with a growl like she was  feral.

You follow along, running your hands along her curvaceous frame and digging  your  nails into her sides.  It spurs her on, making  her even  more  bitey.   Man and drone play  with   the other's bodies ,  exploring  and marking them with bites and scratches all over. Though, your marks are less visible due to being made of flesh as opposed to your cutting-edge lover.

Hips collide, tongues lull, faces twitch, moans ring out, it was so much all at once it drives you mad.  All you can think about is  moving  your hips and the instinct to take this clanker as your bitch driving you towards release.

You always read online that sex was beyond words, and now you understand the scope of it. Your pumping heart, the slick feeling of her walls milking your manhood, the beautiful melody of your lover's moans, and the carnal desire to breed in the moment was beyond anything you could describe.

"C-Cum  inside ...cum inside me  NOW! "

You obey her wish. You summon the last of your strength to put your all into striking her sweet spot. The song of bliss reaches a crescendo, and at its peak, the gates blew open.   Your bodies still as they tense, waves of  euphoria  washing  over  you as you release your seed inside her. The sheer heat that enveloped you rose even higher as she goes through the same bliss as well.

" Yes! Yesss! Fu-uck yes~! "

More and more of her  insides  were filled with your data to the point it was leaking from her entrance as it squeezes you in a vice. It kept going, and going, until there was nothing left  to  give.

Your body slowly relaxes before collapsing. You're lightheaded as you gasp for air, your limbs twitching and burning from the exertion. V is in a similar state; she leans on you with her arms  dangling  at her sides, tongue hanging past her lips as puffs of hot steam leave her maw.   Both of you sit there, basking in the glow of your orgasm as you recover. V was the first to move, limbs shaking as she  carefully  turns around to face you.

Her optics were shaped like hearts.

She leans in and kisses you. The feel of her lips  brings  your  focus  to them and you reciprocate. It was slow, and  passionate  before V brings her lips elsewhere. She draws near your neck, fangs gleaming in the light  before  sinking into your flesh.

You barely feel it at all.

D rops of red pour down V's throat as she nurses your  wound  until she was satisfied. Body lazily draped over yours, she leans into the crook  of  your neck and  lets  out a content sigh, as well as a cat's purr.

You  didn't  think a drone could even purr until now. Slowly, you  run your fingers through  strands of her hair. She  purrs  louder and burrows her faceplate into your neck and rubbing it all over like a real feline.

You could get used to this.

《~》

This  wasn't  fair.

He did everything he was tasked with.

Hunt.

Kill.

Build.

Even  taking  a beating whenever J was in one of  her  moods.

He tries, and he tries, yet no matter what he does, neither of them appreciated his efforts.

Then the human came...

G iven J's treatment of him being similar, he pitied him and had even hoped to be friends.

Had.

He wasn't here nearly as long as them, and has done nothing but sit around while they did their jobs.

So why did she choose  him ?

Had they been a thing this whole time?

How did it happen?

...Why  couldn't  it have been him?

N shudders as he strokes his manhood, the cold air  tickling  it almost pleasantly. He peeks over his shoulder and sees J still hanging from the spire, deep in sleep mode. He directs his focus back to the ship, his vision penetrating through the walls and peering inside.

Both V and the human  were  going at it again, only this time V is bound in rope and collar and bent over the inoperable console. The human held her tail in a fist, using it to keep her close while he takes her from behind; she loves it.

It was their third round, and counting. The human had gotten better, and  quickly  usurped V from the dominant role. She  didn't  fight back; she loved being powerless for once and being taken so roughly as though it was by an animal.

N  learned  this through their sessions.

Ever since their first time, he had watched them rut again, and again, and again  like  rabbits. Each  time  he catches them, he  just  sits there and watches. He  doesn't  know what got into him. He just... couldn't  muster the  strength  to do  anything  about it.

He imagines himself in the humans place. The one holding her leash, the one she looks at with those eyes, the  one  able to touch her, the one  marked by her .

N supresses a sob as he recalls that moment.  It  was like a knife dug into his core and kept digging further down.

If only he had known. If only he had known what his chances really were, he  would've  taken it without hesitation. Then he'd be the one to...

No...She already knew  about  his size and still distanced herself. What did it matter now?

"Yes~! Make me your whore!"

N's breath shudders, and pixilated tears drop from his  ellipses.

This is shameful. To think he would turn out like this. He's nothing but a spectator watching another man claim his woman. And yet...this was the closest thing to seeing V in one of his fantasies.

He watches as you drive your tiny cock into V's pussy, having just enough to strike her at the right spot to make her  back  arch.

He would have gone deeper...

You spank her, the metal surface giving off a harsh sound. You shook your hand in pain, regret in your eyes.

He  would've  handled the pain...

You grunt, taking hold of V's curvy hips to steady yourself as you draw near release.  You let V know this.

He would've lasted longer...

" SHUT UP AND FUCK ME! "

He  would've  done it whenever she wanted...

The moaning increases in intensity, your  movements  becoming less refined and more desperate. N increases his  own  tempo as his hand slides all along his girth. His digits dig into it  enough   to  make his hips buck for more.

N imagines V being the one touching him, stroking her hands along his delicate organ while looking him in the eyes with her mouth wide open and ready  for  his spunk. The  phantom  hand moves faster, and faster,  desperate  to make him spill his  contents  all  over  that angelic face.

The sounds of bliss  reaches  his receivers just as he goes  over  the edge. N imagines himself inside  of  V as he too reaches his peak. He whimpers, and his expression scrunches as he blows his load all over the snow. The  pile  of nanite infested spunk slowly grows into a puddle before him, the white  mixing  nicely with the terrain. His mast  droops  as he finishes, retracting back inside its hatch  along  with his numb balls.

Breath ragged, he peers inside the ship to see the human had pulled out. Drips of his data fall  onto  the floor while V catches her breath. Her angelic voice is soft like silk, making his core taut; the feeling is accompanied by heartache.

His breath shudders as he lets  out  a few sobs.

Is this how  it's   going  to be now? Is he alive  to   just be put down for another's gain? Is he really not meant to find companionship, or even love?

N slowly looks back at J again, undisturbed by the world around her. He grimaces,  but  feels a spark of hope. N focuses back to the ship when he hears V speak.

"Think you can fix  J's attitude as well,  stud~?"