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Lights flooded the sky in a multitude of shades. Some twirling and shifting into one another, others static bright beacons. The amusement park was as garish as ever, a sensory overload for the scanner unit. But it wasn't the lights or the sound of fireworks or a mission that had driven 9S here. Something was calling to him. A pulse that seemed to dig into the back of his skull. If he'd told 2B the truth he'd have been taken off the mission or worse. Self preservation shouldn't have been a concern over the fear of a possible virus taking him and yet- he'd ran. Not so openly. He'd assured 2B he'd be back, had hated to leave her. Claiming he'd needed to visit Pascal and that her presence would hinder his information gathering. If it had been anyone else he doubted they'd have let him get away with it.
Sighing, hiding the improper little smile that thought brought to his lips he looked into the vibrant carnival streets. Feeling that compulsion grow, it wordlessly promised answers and more. That this sense of unease he'd felt around the mission would all come to a halt if he found its source. He knew he shouldn't go towards that and yet his booted feet continued to march. Unlike the previous times through these painted, littered streets, nothing appeared to hinder him. The too tight grip on his swords hilt feeling more than a little silly as he found another empty boulevard. It's rusted attraction of small human vehicles long immobile as every one of its peers.
He was close, it had to be the castle, they'd fought a similarly dangerous threat here before. One that had lured and hunted Yorha androids. Why was he here alone? This was suicide wasn't it?
[Come 9S, discover the truth.]
The feeling formed into full words at his hesitation. Its staticy signal becoming solid and overbearing in his mind. He felt his systems defences cower, letting the sensation envelope him entirely. He distantly heard his sword clatter to the floor, numbly felt his body take one step then another. As a solid white screen with those words alone replaced his vision.
It fizzled away, though 9S couldn't tell how long he'd been out. The scanner spun, noting the lack of his weapon as he did. Finding he was already past the boundary of the castle's doors. The veneer of an ancient interior undone by the masses of heavy cabling that snaked everywhere. This was really bad. His racing synthetic synapses went to pull up a diagnostic. Something, anything to make sense of this- Only, something caused him to freeze. A sound so alien to the scanner he stared towards its origin. A lurid moan that sent a shiver up his spine as another followed it. His skin bristled only imagining the sight beyond the curtained door.
Swallowing, forcing away the images of 2B that dared to open themselves in his banks in reaction. He brushed aside the drooping red curtain between him and it's origin. The volume and quantity of those sounds increasing tenfold as he did. Utterly unprepared for the insanity that awaited him on the other side. 9S'es mouth fell agape. The towering empty room was laden with all manner of technology piled into a central pillar. Screens and motors and fans thrummed, the coils of cables he'd seen running throughout the amusement district all seemed to feed into that pile. The monitors sat on a hue of bright pink staining the entire room. Illuminating them.
Machine lifeforms, there had to be fifty, maybe more. That same rose light taking their eyes where normally red glinted. Many sat and lounged, seemingly completely uncaring he'd discovered them. Though he hadn't been the first scanner unit to. Stunned, the curtain fabric now tight in his gloved hand, 9S'es mind reeled as the source of those sounds lay on their back in front of him. Another fresh effeminate groan left the naked form. 17S or so the garbled, pink text that sat on 9S'es HUD would suggest. 9S paid the clearly virus laden text no mind however. Visor covered eyes locked entirely on the perversion before him.
A small stubby machine stood between the supine scanner unit's legs, an appendage buried to its base in his rear. Thick translucent fluid dripped from where the two met, the visible size of it made 9S's head spin. Multitudes larger than the drooling limp penis of 17S which mirrored his own dimensions. The stubby bucked back then forth, a heavy wet sound. Letting 9S see the shape of it open 17S and watch the shivery reaction it caused in his comrade. Meeting his lone pink pupiled eye where his visor and fallen free.
"Wha-what is this...?" 9S finally uttered. Feeling the colour taking his cheeks. Infinitely glad 2B wasn't here to see the emotion in him.
Emotions are prohibited.
Not bearing to look at 17S any more trying to ignore even more abnormalities. 9S turned. Taking in the surrounding room, the Yorha android was utterly overstimulated. More Machines surrounded another scanner unit on all fours nearby. Those same heavy tools hanging from their fronts. 15S held one in each small hand, running his fingers up and down them over and over. He'd even lost his visor. Those same pink irises sparkling as a third appendage was draped over his face. 9S saw with utter disbelief as the unit so much like himself kissed and ran his tongue over the machine's-
Cock.
Where had that term come from? 9S couldn't recall it in his databases and yet he knew it was correct. Somehow finding he could still be shocked. 9S realized the machine at 15S's rear, presumably treating it much like 17S'es, held something profane. The illuminated chain of the Yorha wire plugin had shifted to that all encompassing garish colour that filled the room. It sat in the small machine lifeforms hand, chains leading to the collar around 15S's neck. Whose tongue now swirled around the top of the cock before him.
An uneasy feeling boiled in 9S's stomach. More of these sights played out around the room. A pair of Scanners, too far away for their names to display, held aloft by their captors. Tangled together in a way that sent more colour to 9S's cheeks as a taller machine took each of them from behind. Roaming hands and mouths dancing along one another as machine cock plunged in and out of their depths. Why didn't they use their black boxes? This entire affront would be nothing more than a smouldering crater if two of them met. But 9S could see the pairs visible delight even from this far away. The same strangenesses had taken them all. A glowing pattern sat on each of their navels. Most visible on 17S though 9S couldn't bring himself to look again as a steadier stream of shrill sounds came from the android.
He had to do something. This was insanity. Being stood here was insanity. His system, his psyche was undoubtedly already being attacked. He'd seen its influence already. They'd disarmed him, but his sword was far from his most dangerous weapon. That coiled tower of monitors and machinery. It had to be the cause. Scowling, hand raised and eyes narrowing, a ball of light amassing at his fingertips. The only pure light in that room.
Join us be free
It's pointless
Give- Up-
Surrender
Give in
Experience it 9S you won't want to come back
The unassailable fortress of system defences that represented this thing staggered 9S. Not only that he was plagued by voices, the voices of those unit's he'd seen and more. All lost to madness, he'd could feel their presence, could feel the threat they'd pose when he showed he had no intention of stopping. All equally potent hacking units that would tear through his firewall as their own had been. He had to try. Teeth gritted, unsure just what was about to follow him the scanner unit roared as multiple other users turned on him.
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"Gotten that out of your system?" A serene voice asked. Like his own only softer. 9S murmured something in a slurred response. He looked up to find 16S, or what had once been 16S, rising over him. The perversion of their identical design caught 9S's breath. A totally impractical tress of auburn hair now fell past his shoulders framing the small breasts on his chest. pink nipples pierced with a glittering piece of steel. He blushed but found himself unable to look away.
The piece that had 9S shift awkwardly was the matching flat plate of metal where 16S's penis should've been. Their unit had never been particularly masculine but here every single strip of it had been taken away. He cooed, lifted into the air by his machine lifeform partner. The ring of his ass sinking down its cock, yet he had the poise of a ruler on their throne as his pink eyes met 9S's. "This was always our fate you know?" 16S smiled at 9S's plain confusion. "Our magnificent charges, the humans we fought and died for. After the dust settled this would be our lot." He said it so plainly, so calmly even as 9S watched a fullbody shiver run through them. A dribble of crystal clear girl cum dripping from his cage.
Again 9S found himself warring with the language in his own mind. 16S was male why would-
"What do you mean- what is this?!" He blurted. Scared out of his mind.
"It's bliss 9S, it's freedom. I have to borrow our powers for a time, but I'll free us all from this war." The robot hands cupping 16S's ass lifted him, letting 9S see his ring cling to the cock claiming it. He felt something strange in his stomach. Nausea, anxiety? They-they didn't feel things like that. Emotions are-
The text didn't finish. It froze before disappearing entirely.
"I found the plant where they'd do it. Turn us all into their toys. Not just Scanners. Attackers, Operators, Battlers." He let that last one sit knowingly and 9S felt himself stir in his uniform shorts. 2B like-that. His artificial pulse quickened as more of their collective juices dripped before him. "A single chip, or the files in it is all it took. The rest was already in us. Dormant, waiting. Unquenched. Forbidden." The symbol at 16S's navel, the same on the rest of them thrummed brightly then. Displaying the Yorha insignia as well as a barcode below that designated 16S as a sex toy.
9S's lips were dry, he hadn't blinked in- he didn't know. Every word the scanner unit said rang true in his mind as if a universal truth had been revealed. As if he'd pulled the blinders from 9S's eyes. His, their innate fascination meant this sensory overload had him fully enraptured. The units whose collective hacking might had overwhelmed him still littered the room and were still being fucked senseless. 9S found himself wanting to look at them too. wanting to-
"No... I-I can't." He whispered. 2B's slight smile, a treasured memory he'd caught during one of their early operations together. Something he'd leant on more and more as their world went stranger. Why had he come here? How could he have been so stupid?
"It's in you too 9S. Don't deny it." 16S's reassuring voice fell over him in a blanket. "Once 32S gave me your signal you were already free." Of course. 9S couldn't decide then if it was a blessing or a mercy he'd snuck away from 2B.
A resigned understanding took 9S as the final pieces clicked into place. He was already lost. The unfamiliar libraries worming into his psyche, the nagging feeling that had pulled him to this place. The compulsion to stare at-. That warmth in his stomach. No, on his navel. 16S watched him with a wide smile and keening breaths as 9S pulled at the buttons of his uniform. Revealing a brand of his own. As if that were the keystroke, the rest took him. Understanding of how to please and how to be pleased. How this was his future designation. Servicing his masters. A pathetic sound left 9S's throat though 16S's orgasm blotted it out.
A shivery squeal that sent his limbs spasming as the heightened emotions of his counterparts fall all ran through him. It was the greatest sensation. That and the cock that had been grinding his girl button into mush. His machine master's cum splattered to the floor. Leaving his gaping hole winking at their latest slave. A synthetic sludge that both he and 9S felt compelled to taste. It was taking every piece of willpower not to.
"Why?" He asked watching the raising and falling breasts of his enslaver.
"You'll understand." 16S gasped. "In fact..."
[You're thinking about how much you want to be fucked, aren't you?]
9S's artificial heart fluttered turning his face away from the cum coated cock hanging over him. He could feel himself straining against his shorts. Completely alien to the welts that had transformed his identical peers into mewling girls. 16S might've instigated this plot but he was just as lost as the rest of them. The chip itself had taken control of them all, making him its perverted test bed. The rooms central pylon was already demanding processing power from 9S, promising him pleasure in return. A pair of metallic hands soon fell over his shoulders, brushing his open uniform to droop down. A cock of his own meeting him at eye level.
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Those same hands held his waist as he rubbed himself over 9S, this machine somehow seemed domineering as it made a show of its size. Smeering its slick head against 9S's own. beads of precum dripped from him, he'd never felt anything like this. Arousal completely unbound. Completely focused on the cock that hid his own with its size. The Brand at 9S's core pulsed impatiently. 9S squirmed in his masters hands, veiled eyes pleading up at the lifeless pink spheres. A small voice told him this wasn't right, that he should-
The heavy head pressed against his entrance. The weight of it pushing his shoulders into the ground. Somewhere he'd never even thought of as a sexual organ til learning of the bitch button that lurked in all of them. He blushed at the thought. Thinking of how only minutes ago he'd stumbled upon another scanner in the throes of passion. Now he was part of the fold. No, not yet. The pressure at his backside grew before something gave. A keening gasp left the scanner unit as a machine took his virginity. Not a human master as intended but this aberration in the plan. One that meant it could happen sooner. The slick lubed length went deep once he relented.
A weight pressed against somewhere that sent tingles through 9S, his hands gripping at the metal mitts wrapped around his waist. A moan unlike his own voice slipping free. He felt his toes curl and his penis pulse. Fresh arousal leaking onto the pink illuminated tattoo between his machine masters hands. The machine ground against him. Bucking its hips and hammering at that ball of artificial nerves. Nerves that the lilith plugin had unlocked and developed all whilst he found his way here. Nerves that would never see another minutes peace. 9S came for the first time in his life. Letting out a senseless squeal as he did. An ecstasy the little android had never known flooding his systems. Greater than any accomplishment. More powerful than any sly smile from the woman he'd loved.
Thin runny scanner cum dribbled up his stomach. His penis drooped under its own insignificant weight, a bead of his artificial seed twinkling at its tip in the pink light. The machine that had caused it continue to rut into him. Continued to drill against that spot that sent him short circuiting. Training and knowledge he'd not had before entering this room minutes ago now told him his master was close. That the surrounding audience of stunted machines were equally close. And that they'd Bath him in his new treat.
A second orgasm tore through 9S as the machine hilted itself into his depths, a carnal heat flooding him. He floated for the few short seconds in coital bliss. The watery squirt of his own orgasm unlike the molten heat pooling at his core. Unlike the heavy rope that streaked over his face. Making him squeak as one, two no eight more machines plastered his upper half. Baptising their latest slave. 9S's tongue caught some of the potent muck. His unlocked senses finding it the most delicious concoction conceivable. He lapped at the whiteness covering him. His vision completely lost as his visor became nothing more than a cumrag for his masters.
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9S and 32S knelt to either side of their master's cock. Their monochrome symmetry had been noted. Pairing the newest toys together with a thin chain leash between their collars. Identical bar hair pigment. 9S met the black haired androids pink eye's seeing the reflection of his own. Though both scanner units' attention was firmly held by-
The pair crashed into their master's length. Kissing and serving and worshipping him. A metallic three pronged claw held their heads loosely as they competed. Pulling on one another with the tiny chain between them. The pairs lips would occasionally meet, their tongues would brush against one another, shivering at their own touch. 9S could feel his abilities breaking down firewalls and invading other machines, other androids. calling them here. But his focus was on his tongue dancing over his masters drooling tip. Collecting that nectar for himself as his black haired counterpart lapped at the balls filled with it.
Would someone stop them? 9S didn't want this to end. None of them did, a constant choir of orgasmic bliss echoed through the castle. White delicious froth coated the white haired scanner before his identical partner locked lips with him begging for him to share. hands squeezing at the slight bumps forming on his chest. Distantly 9S felt as an Execution unit was turned, the lilith plugin remotely invading her system. Her files surrendering to her lost partners request.