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V had been feeling hot recently. Not hot in the sense that she looked good, but hot in the sense that she hadn't eaten in days. Her oil reserves were getting dangerously low, and she needed to eat.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed to kill Worker Drones anymore—even the ones that pissed her off—because it’s “not nice” according to N. Pfft, so what? A girl needs to eat. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem for V, but recently she’s been craving real oil, not the synthetic stuff they put in cans and fed to the general population.
She wanted Worker Drone oil.
. . .
But she couldn’t just eat anyone.
. . .
Yet, she was oh so very hungry.
Maybe Uzi might have an idea. Her girlfriend was always very resourceful, maybe Uzi might have some oil she could kindly borrow. Just enough to satiate her profound hunger.
V entered through the vents of Outpost-3, not caring how much noise she made as she scurried like a rodent towards the residential sector.
In one of the apartments, a purple-eyed drone could hear something approaching. She looked around the room, trying to identify where the source of the sound was coming from. As it grew nearer, it became clearer that the sound was coming from the vents. She looked up just in time to see a peg-legged Disassembly Drone fall from the ceiling with a loud crash.
As the dust settled in the room, the realization began to set in for Uzi.
“V?! What are you doing?!” Uzi yelled as she rushed towards the larger drone splayed on the floor.
Uzi extended a hand down to V to help right her. When V took her hand, Uzi noticed just how much warmer she was than herself, “V, you’re burning up. Are you alright?” Uzi asked.
“Need . . . oil,” V responded weakly as she slowly lifted herself off the floor. When she finally managed to right herself, she stumbled forward just as Uzi managed to catch her, almost sending both drones down to the floor.
“I-I don’t have any here,” Uzi said, setting the larger female drone aside. Her voice was filled with worry, realizing the severity of the situation. “Stay put while I go find some.”
As Uzi tried to leave for the door to her room, V grabbed onto her arm. She spun around, optics hollowed as she watched V’s visor flicker between her eyes and that murder drone trademarked hunting cross. In between the chaos, Uzi could spot a warning on V’s visor that read:
‘OIL HAS REACHED CRITICAL LEVELS. HUNTING SUBROUTINES ACTIVATED’
Without further warning, V leapt at Uzi. With her eyes hidden behind a bright yellow hunting cross and her fangs barred, she violently threw Uzi onto the bed. V switched her hands for claws and slowly walked over with a malicious grin on her face. Her stance spread as she walked, hunched over, and arms hung low, claws twitching. V licked her lips with the freakishly long tongue that all Disassembly Drones seemed to have and in the blink of an eye, she was on top of Uzi.
Her claws wrapped around the smaller drone’s arms, tightening as she spread them as far apart as possible. The force she exerted with her knees crushed the drone’s weaker legs and any chance she had for escape.
Uzi tried her best to wriggle out of V’s ironclad grip. “V! What the hell are you—” she was cut short when the disassembler slashed her claws across Uzi’s chest. A short gasp of pain could be heard from the pinned drone. The slash left deep cuts in their wake, weakening her, but were quickly healed. The more Uzi moved and resisted, the more V would press down tighter and make escape harder. She looked back at the drone on top of her wide-eyed and pleaded, “V . . . why are you doing this? Please . . . let me go,” her voice dropped lower and she whimpered as she spoke.
V, either unable to hear or ignoring her, moved her face closer to Uzi’s. Her mouth opened slightly, synthetic saliva poured out and the smell of oil clouded Uzi’s olfactory receptors. The smell was horrid and made Uzi want to vomit, but she was more concerned about the rogue disassembly drone—her girlfriend—who was about to eat her alive.
Uzi tensed up and prepared for the worst. She had to close her eyes and look away just as V raised her head and slammed her teeth into her neck.
Pain.
Excruciating pain.
That was all Uzi could feel as the Disassembly Drone’s teeth sunk deeper into her metal casing. She could feel the oil leaving her body. Her core raced faster, trying to replace the lost oil which invited V to suck out even more. The pressure inside her body rapidly decreased with the loss of oil and she could feel herself getting lightheaded, if drones could even feel that way. Who cares? That’s how she felt right now.
Her oil reserves began reaching critically low levels, a fact that was being paraded in front of her face by her internal warning system. As her oil levels continued to drop, she noticed less and less of the pain, and focused more on the feeling of her lifeblood leaving her body.
A strange feeling . . .
A good feeling . . .
Almost euphoric, in a way. She felt herself chasing that feeling, wanting more. Not at all what she wanted to be feeling, coming this close to death.
At this point, Uzi had lost all sensation throughout most her body. Her limbs went numb, followed by blurring vision, all the while her thoughts stewed, slowly turning cloudier and foggier. She became less aware of the present and her surroundings, solely being able to focus on her loss of oil. She fully relaxed her body, deciding to give into the feeling, enjoying the sensation of V sucking the oil out of her body. She had to bite down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning in pleasure.
V began to slow down her feeding, an action thought negatively upon by Uzi, evident by a short whimper that escaped her lips as the euphoric feeling began to lessen.
The sound of her girlfriend’s whimper caused V to snap out of her feeding frenzy. She quickly pulled away from the smaller drone, horrified at the display taking place.
In front of her was Uzi, splayed out on the bed, eyes closed and body limp. Her neck was lightly oozing oil from where V's sharp fangs had previously bit her. She brought her trembling claws up to her face and saw oil stains from where she had slashed Uzi’s chest and gripped down on her arms.
She switched her claws back to her hands. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her chest feeling like it was going to collapse under the weight of her guilt. She had just accidentally killed her girlfriend. And what for? Food? She felt disgusted. She wanted to rip her core out and hope to die.
Before she could get the chance to, Uzi’s voice perked up. She sounded feeble and fragile, too weak to be speaking but forcing herself regardless, “V . . . please, more." Her desperate attempt to latch onto V's jacket and feel the warmth of her partner was unsuccessful, as V pulled herself away, unable to look at Uzi.
“W-Why—” V began to ask, horrified as to why she would want more.
“It felt really good,” Uzi’s speech was weak and slurred, a slow recovery underway.
“I am so, so sorry, Uzi. I never meant for this to happen,” tears welled in the disassembler's eyes, and V still couldn’t bring herself to look at Uzi.
“Please . . .” Uzi asked again weakly.
“I-I don’t—” her voice hitched.
“Just do it for me . . . I promise nothing bad will happen,” Uzi was practically begging at this point.
“I don’t think that’s a good—”
V was interrupted by Uzi’s surprising strength despite her current condition, pulling V in for a kiss. Uzi wrapped her arms around V’s neck, preventing her from pulling away, not that she really wanted too, but she definitely didn’t deserve this. Those thoughts were immediately put away when Uzi’s tongue wriggled around, requesting access to V’s mouth.
She begrudgingly let her in, and melted further into the embrace when their tongues wrapped around each others before exploring further, placing her arms around Uzi’s waist and pulling her closer. It felt so nice yet so wrong to be having this moment. She had almost just killed her girlfriend, and without a doubt did not deserve to be rewarded in the slightest. On the other hand, she's glad her partner is okay, and if this is what Uzi wanted than she would be glad to reciprocate.
After what felt like forever, but not nearly long enough for V, they slowly began to break away. A trail of synthetic saliva bridged their mouths, evidence of their affectionate moment together.
Uzi spoke first, still lightheaded from the oil loss, “Now will you do it?” She looked into the eyes of her Disassembly Drone with all the love and sincerity she could muster in this state.
V, eager to please her girlfriend in any way she could to make amends, decided to tease Uzi about her weird kinks, “You’re really into this, aren’t you, not that I’m complaining~”
“Shut up and bite me,” Uzi retorted, but it lacked any heat.
“Careful what you wish for~”
V barred her fangs and flashed her visor with the hunting cross as she prepared to bite down on her girlfriend once more. Uzi, being properly warned this time, closed her eyes and waited expectantly for the bite to come again.
It came just as she had requested, a sharp piercing pain shot throughout her chassis. It felt better this time knowing it was coming, but still plenty painful to keep her surprised, letting out a moan at the incredible sensation. V took that as a sign to continue and carefully began siphoning her oil, ensuring not to deplete her reserves too far.
The next request from Uzi came as a shock to V, but knowing her partner, she shouldn’t have been shocked.
“V, can I . . . taste it?” Uzi asked her feebly.
V broke away from her feeding and looked at Uzi with mild concern on her face, “You want to . . . taste your own oil?”
“Please?” Uzi whimpered.
V hesitated before giving in, “Okay . . .” she moved her head back down to Uzi’s neck, “Are you sure about this?” she asked once more.
“Yes, I’m sure, just do it already,” Uzi was desperately begging V again.
Without any further hesitation, V bit down into Uzi’s neck and drew a mouthful of oil. This elicited a very pleasured moan from the smaller drone.
“Oh Robo-God, V, yes~” Uzi moaned as she gripped at V’s hair to try and ground herself to little success. She arched her back and writhed around in pleasure.
V slowly pulled her teeth out of Uzi’s casing, causing Uzi to shudder. She gently pushed the shorter drone further into the bed and gradually moved her head closer to the other drone’s. Their lips connected once again, and they both opened their mouths. As V forced the viscous liquid from her mouth to Uzi’s, they couldn’t help but explore each others mouths further with their tongues, occasionally meeting to wrap around one another.
Uzi was the first to break away, oil dripping from her mouth. V smirked as she watched her girlfriend swallow her own oil. “How’s it taste~” she asked teasingly.
“Sweet. Like . . . really sweet,” Uzi responded dazedly between breaths.
“Just like you, ‘Zi~”
V crawled back on top of Uzi and placed her head in the nook of Uzi’s neck. She gently licked up the excess oil and healed the bite marks with her nanites, placing a delicate kiss on the wound. She slowly unzipped Uzi’s sweater and lifted it above her head, revealing her beautifully bare chassis. V was reminded of moments prior when she had slashed her claws across Uzi’s body. The marks were gone now, so she tossed those negative thoughts aside, not wanting to taint the moment. V moved her hands down Uzi’s body, causing her to shiver in pleasure. Their cores shone brighter, and blushes appeared on their visors at the thoughts of their intimacy.
V, increasingly aroused by Uzi’s body, quickly made her next move. She began kissing up and down her chassis, the closer she got to Uzi’s pelvic plating, the louder her moans got.
When V finally arrived down there, Uzi couldn’t help but hold the disassembler’s head in place. She wanted more, forcing V to improvise and begin gently licking and kissing the area. Uzi moaned at every touch, visibly shaking and unable to control herself as V picked up the pace. She gyrated her hips up and down in an effort to pleasure herself further.
She was close, V could tell, if her moans and actions were any indicator to go by.
V opted for a more invigorating approach. She began kissing back up Uzi’s bare body until she reached her core. V looked up at Uzi briefly before rubbing a finger in a circular motion over her core. Uzi threw her head back in pleasance and let out a series of muffled moans.
V cupped Uzi’s cheek with one hand and brought her face closer. They kissed while V continued to rub at Uzi’s core harder, eliciting more muffled moans from the purple drone, which V gladly ate up. After nearly a minute without breath, they slowly broke apart. V, still holding Uzi’s cheek, placed a thumb in her mouth. She moved her head down towards Uzi’s core, licking it with more and more vigor while she rubbed at Uzi’s pelvic plating with her other hand. Uzi bit down on her thumb harder to further muffle her vociferous moans in response, hard enough to draw oil, which she gladly lapped up and savored.
The pleasure was getting to Uzi, finding it increasingly hard to breathe, “Oh, fuck, yes . . . more,” she managed in between breaths.
“Good girl, you like that, huh?” V spat on Uzi’s core, using her synthetic saliva as lubricant while she switched to three fingers and continued to rub it as fast as she could.
That was apparently enough to push the drone closer to the edge, “Robo-God, V . . . I’m gonna . . . I’m gonna—”
Uzi was interrupted by a wave of euphoria that washed over her entire body, shutting her entire system down. Her body went limp in V’s hands as she held her girlfriend closer. The Worker Drone’s core was hot to the touch and traces of steam could be seen trailing from the drone’s vents.
V wrapped her arms around Uzi in a loving embrace and laid down in the bed, waiting for the precious drone by her side to wake. A purple loading symbol popped up on Uzi’s visor and began spinning in slow circles, indicating that she was rebooting. V watched the cute symbol in amusement and anticipation, patiently waiting for her Worker Drone to wake up.
When Uzi finally came to moments later, she looked around the room startled, optics hollowed in fear.
“Oh, Robo-God, what did we just do?” Uzi asked worriedly.
V looked at Uzi apprehensively with her own hollowed optics, realizing her mistake, “Shit, Uzi, I didn’t mean to— I’m so sorry. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I overstepped our boundaries and I took advantage of you, I—”
Uzi put a finger over V’s mouth to silence her, “I don’t care.” she stated bluntly. “You wanna . . . do it again?” Uzi asked, seemingly recovered from her previous experience, albeit with some slight memory loss.
V’s emotions were fighting between showing her fear and lust. Her fearful side took over first, “W-Why again?” she asked. “Haven’t I done enough to you already?” she looked away sheepishly.
“If I’m being honest, I don’t remember what happened. All I know is that you came in here for food and now I’m here in bed, with you, and my clothes are missing,” she paused, not knowing how to put the next part. “I assume that we . . . you know . . . but like I said I don’t know what went down. I just want you to know that I’m not mad at what happened between us, and I’d like to be able to do it again, properly this time. I-If you’re comfortable, that is.” A blush crept up on Uzi’s visor at the thought of asking V to do you know what. She turned her head away to hide the blush, but couldn’t resist looking at V. She was so damn pretty, and Uzi wanted nothing more than for her partner to be comfortable and content.
V had to contemplate for a moment. On one hand she didn’t want to use Uzi again, and still felt bad about the idea of having done that, even if Uzi forgave her. On the other hand she never got to finish, and she was still plenty horny. A tough decision for the larger drone. “You consent this time? I-I don’t want to hurt you again . . .”
Uzi rolled her eyes, “Yes I consent, you dork. You’re not gonna hurt me, I promise . . .” She moved her hand closer to V’s face, who flinched at the touch but slowly warmed to the feeling, nuzzling into Uzi’s hand. “. . . And I still want to have my turn with you, too~” she flirted.
Hot. That was all V needed to hear before she launched herself towards the smaller drone, the two giggling uncontrollably. She wrapped her tail around Uzi’s waist to pull their bodies as close together as possible.
“I love you so much, Uzi,” V gently whispered, brushing stray locks of purple hair from Uzi’s face.
“Love you too, V,” Uzi whispered back. Their lips met, and they rolled around on the bed until Uzi was on top of V.
Uzi sat up, looking down upon a now disheveled V. She smirked softly at the change in positions and placed her hands on the Disassembly Drone’s chest, earning a quiet whine from the larger drone. Uzi began pushing V down further, pinning her to the bed in a display of dominance. V would never admit this to anyone, but she really wanted this.
“Robo-God this is so fucking hot—” V muttered before quickly placing a hand over her mouth. Fuck, did she say that out loud? A blush adorned her visor at the realization of what she had just said.
Uzi paused and looked at V with a shit-eating grin. “You want me to be rougher?~” she teased.
“Yes, please,” V quietly begged. Shit, she just couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself. Her blush burned brighter now.
Uzi giggled, “Okay, hot stuff. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Uzi gripped at V’s jacket collar and pulled herself closer. Their lips met briefly, before Uzi bit down lightly on V’s lower lip. The larger drone let her pleasure be known, and quickly began trying to unzip her own jacket to play with her core.
Uzi broke away to stop V, “Let me,” she offered.
V sat back and watched as Uzi painfully slowly unzipped her jacket, kissing and nipping at her body as the zipper went down.
“Oh, Robo-God, please hurry up,” V moaned, eager to get back to the action.
Uzi ignored her and continued her teasing, slowly kissing her way down V’s body. When she reached V’s pelvic plating, she didn’t hesitate to start furiously licking at the area, her tongue performing miracles for V.
“Oh, Uzi~” V threw her head back and whimpered, barely able to contain herself, “Good girl, you’re so fucking good at that.”
Uzi stopped momentarily to look back up at V, who was desperate for more, “I learned from the best,” she said before continuing. Her hand reached up to play with V’s core while she licked away. V joined her in playing with her own core in an attempt to maximize pleasure and wrapped her legs around Uzi’s neck. She began moving her hips up and down to further increase her enjoyment.
Pleasured moans filled the room. To anyone who was listening outside, it would’ve sounded like an orgy.
“Oh, Robo-God, fuck yes,” V exclaimed. She squeezed Uzi’s head tighter between her legs, which encouraged the purple drone to lick more vigorously.
“You taste so fucking good, V,” Uzi’s moans were muffled as she continued to eat away at V.
“Bite me,” V pathetically begged.
Uzi slowed her pace as she processed her girlfriend’s request, “A-Are you sure?”
“Please, Uzi, just do it,” she begged further.
“Okay, here goes . . .” Uzi bit down on V’s sensitive pelvic plate, her teeth piercing through the soft metal, evoking a squeal of pain mixed with utmost pleasure from the Disassembly Drone, before being brought to a whimpering mess. She’s never felt anything like that before, and Uzi licking away at the oil that came out of her was the cherry on top.
“Your oil doesn’t taste half bad either~” Uzi teased the larger drone.
“Oh fuck, YES! Keep doing that,” V squealed as she continued to move her hips, smearing oil all over her lover’s face. “I’m so close, Uzi, please,” her voice pitched higher.
Uzi pulled away from V, but was pulled right back into a sloppy kiss by V’s tail, giving the disassembler a taste of her own oil as she did. The two drones rubbed their bare bodies against each other, electrifying sparks bridging their cores, causing them to flutter.
V felt so close to finishing, but she didn’t want to do so without Uzi. Just as she saw the warning messages appearing, telling her she was about to overheat and shut down, she bit down on Uzi’s shoulder, which caused the other drone to squeal in pain, louder than V. As if it was any kind of competition. The pleasure pushed them both over the edge as the euphoric feelings coursed through their bodies once again. The two drones went limp and fell asleep in each other’s embrace.
V was the first to waken. She lazily looked around, feeling an overwhelming sense of euphoria after her and Uzi’s intimate moment together.
She laid her head down on the pillow of the bed, closing her eyes and letting a smile overcome her face. She was content. This was the best night she had ever spent with Uzi and she would never forget it.
Speaking of which, Uzi woke up, still trapped in V’s arms and tail. She looked at her larger girlfriend beneath her and smiled, “That was one hell of a night, huh?”
“Yeah . . . you did such a good job,” V said, gently playing with Uzi’s hair.
“You did great too, V.” Uzi nuzzled further into the embrace she was already trapped in, “Hold me?”
“Of course, ‘Zi.”
They both shifted to their sides, still embracing. Uzi began to rub circles on V’s back, eliciting deep purrs from the cat-like drone.
“I love your purring,” Uzi whispered gently. That made V purr even louder. Uzi shifted closer to V so she could hear them better.
The two laid in silence for a while. They almost fell asleep before V spoke up, “You’re right, my oil did taste good,” she quietly spoke.
“When am I ever wrong,” Uzi quietly mumbled back, earning a lighthearted humming sound and a smile from her warm girlfriend.
Uzi switched to lightly stroking V’s hair. Like a cat, she continued to purr. This kind of made Uzi jealous, “I wish I could purr like you,” she whined to V, “You’re like a big murder kitty, it’s so damn adorable.”
V chucked at the thought of being a cat, “Maybe I’ll teach you sometime.”
“That would be nice,” Uzi responded, barely audible over V’s purrs, not wanting to squander the precious sound. The canister of V’s tail gently stroked Uzi’s back, making the smaller drone feel even more comfortable.
. . .
“Hey, Uzi?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you . . .”
“Love you too, V.”
“And . . . I’m sorry.”
. . .
“There’s nothing to apologize for.”
With their love confessed once more, and apologies accepted, they began to drift away into sleep. V watched as her purring lulled Uzi closer to the land of dreams, her visor beginning to display ‘SLEEP MODE’ in bright purple. She nudged her head closer to kiss Uzi on the forehead.
“Night, ‘Zi,” she whispered quietly as to not wake the sleeping drone.
Sleep took V soon after, her visor displaying the same sleepy message in bright yellow.
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One mistake,
Does not make you a bad person.
Those you place your trust in,
Will still love you for who you are.
The End.