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It had been easy to ignore her body. The bo-no, the Solver had kept her and her squad busy. Even on Copper 9, when the blasted doors had made a blitzkrieg into a siege, the job was still killing workers night in and night out.
Any downtime was spent healing and preparing for the next night. Well, between her and V.
N, the poor sod with his sieve of a brain, had taken to housekeeping and making connections with the other squads. The spire was always clean, and sometimes the other squads would even report worker movements.
And J hated it. She was performing this whole slaughter because she was forced to. Aside from violent fantasies about killing Tessa's parents, J had never had it in her to kill.
Abuse, berate and mock? Sure. But killing felt like blasphemy.
N's efforts to build community felt like a slap on her face. Who wanted to be part of a society of cannibals willingly?
Her new body was made to kill, however. From the sharp tip of her tail to the unhinging jaw full of sharp teeth. Her mind was equally feral, hungering for fresh meat and chase.
This was not the body J wanted, but was stuck in. She did her best to cover or shave her fur so no one would see she had any. Easier to hide with the shorter fur on her tail and ears, but for some reason her mane and stomach area grew long and thick.
Yet, she wanted to be with Tessa; she needed to. Tessa was the only one she allowed to touch her beyond simple pats on the shoulder.
Would Tessa want to be with her, now that she wasn't even a fellow worker but a disgusting creature of flesh and metal?
Only one (painful) way to find out.
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“Calm down, Jaybird,” Tessa said as J carried her to her bedroom. It was as spotless and well-kept as usual (which was to say a controlled chaos, J had had enough of maid work for a lifetime.) Placing Tessa gently on the bed, J sat on the edge. Her back to Tessa.
Her tail twitched, and her ears refused to perk up.
“I'm… Tessa. Please don't freak out, but my body's…different,” J said, starting to undo her jacket.
“I mean, yer got a tail and cute ears, kinda tellin',” Tessa noted, but stayed put. J took deep breaths as she removed her jacket and then her shirt and tie.
She stilled her tail and turned around, sitting cross-legged in front of Tessa.
“Well, uh, this is me,” J said, looking away and closing her eyes. It felt so damned vulnerable. To be exposed like this.
She felt Tessa's hands on her stomach, travel up her chassis to her mane and end on her ear tips.
“Yer fluffy, Jay. Nothin' wrong with that,” Tessa said and placed her metal-smelling head against J's own. J huffed, opening her visor eyes.
“I'm a monster, look,” she said and let her tongue loll out. She supposed it was of normal length. IF you had a snout. But on her, most of it was awkwardly curled in her throat until she needed it.
There was a quiet moment as Tessa stared at J's tongue, green blush getting stronger.
“Uhh, I'd find use fer -that-,” Tessa noted, blinking owlishly.
Then her hands resumed their wandering, finding the spots that made J purr despite herself.
“Yer so silky, been takin' care of yerself,” Tessa mused. J decided that telling Tessa her fur handled itself just fine would ruin the moment.
And that she had basically shed another J once she moved to the collective nest.
“Jay, I get yer nervous. But ya got to know I've liked weirder stuff than a robot furry,” Tessa noted, lifting a brow and crossing her arms. J nodded, ears flat against her neck.
“I know,” J said, resisting the urge to start stress grooming. Tessa was not the problem; she was.
“Not to rush stuff, but do ya have the…uh… Parts installed?” Tessa asked, and J's tail started wagging.
“It's not silicone or, umm, female, but I think you'll like it,” J managed, blushing so bright she lit up the room.
Gender for drones had always been controversial. Most of J's code-ancestors never had any sort of gender programming installed, due to human rights organisations of the time forbidding it.
But wait a hundred years, and people customising their drones and suddenly pre-installed gender was not that offensive anymore.
(Besides, as the common joke went, Humans would fuck a literal toaster if it was hot enough.)
It was still random. Unless you specified when buying, the drone's gender was a roll of an imaginary d3. Boy, girl or non-binary. Regardless, it rarely mattered to the owners; it was just a cosmetic addition to not weird out humans.
Like J. Bought and made in bulk with her code-siblings, from a reliable company greeter code base. She had never even met her actual owner, just some middle manager forced to manage drones. But J's dice roll had been… wrong? She felt more female than male.
Technically, changing a drone's gender was just a quick switch from the settings menu, and the voice changed.
But who would do that for your bog-standard worker? No one. J had no time to think on it, anyway. Survival was more important, and that meant staying functional and ensuring that those who did not were not staining your reputation.
It was a drone-eat-drone world far before Cyn.
And yet, as soon as she hit fifteen years, she was lazily shut down and thrown out.
It was Tessa who had given her the relief of a correct gender and voice.
That was to say, J's intimate parts had followed this transition mentality as they formed. And for once, the Solver had no part in it. In fact, J had learned very quickly that it loathed anything romantic and sexual.
So as J clicked open her genital hatch, she felt at least a bit of relief that the cock had been her own choice.
“Woow,” Tessa said, grinning widely. She was not touching it yet, but J knew Tessa's taste in sex toys well.
“Oh, it has a knot?” Tessa asked, reaching out before she caught herself.
“Erh, sorry,” she mumbled. J chuckled and took Tessa's hand, placing it on her cock.
“It's fine, I uh…don't mind you touching me…” she admitted, her ears firmly pointed to her sides.
Tessa took that as permission and gingerly started stroking J's cock. J let out a groan, louder than she intended, and Tessa stopped.
“Sensitive, huh?” she asked sheepishly.
“V-very,” J got out, before she flicked her tail and tackled Tessa down onto the bed.
“I wanna see what -you- have, boss,” J teased, licking her lips.
The loud slourp sound wasn't intended, nor very sexy, granted.
Tessa was more than willing to lift her hips and expose her own parts. An artificial silicone vagina.
Those were not standard for typical worker bodies. J had never had any parts, male or female. Drones with genitals never lasted long, the rumour said; it was better to be null and uninteresting.
But then, J had been one in a bulk of drones made for a minimum wage job humans no longer wanted to do.
Tessa's body was made by the free drones of Copper 9, who had seemingly collectively decided to make use of the extra parts lying around. To be more 'human.'
The parts were purely for pleasure, anyway. Reproduction was still done through code mixing and UNNs.
J scooted down to be at eye-level to Tessa's cunt. She rolled out her tongue and licked up a stripe. It did not taste good, but the taste was secondary to the gasps Tessa let out. J dug in deeper, testing her tongue on Tessa's opening,
Tessa grabbed her by the head and ears, pushing her tongue deeper.
Oh yes, this was exactly what J wanted. Her tail started to lazily wag, and her smushed ears tried their best to relax. She could feel Tessa clench around her tongue, very VERY tightly.
J tried her best to ignore how her cock was throbbing and grinding against the bed.
“Fuck, Jaybird, knew yer tongue was magic,” Tessa said, bucking up against J's face. Before she pushed J away, leaving the Disassembler lying there on her belly, tongue lolling out.
“'Kay, I think I'm ready now,” Tessa said, and J's visor continued to be a freaking torch.
“Y-you sure, B-Tessa?” J asked, ears tilted back.
“Yeah, just take it slow”
J nervously got on her hands and knees, ignoring the way her cock flopped about. This was the first time she would have sex with Tessa like this. Not the desperate fingering at night, Tessa biting her hand not to cry out and alert her parents.
They were free to do whatever they wanted and be as loud as they wanted to be.
And that scared J. Living without a leash still felt somewhat wrong, despite how long she had dreamed of it.
“Okay, uh… It's gonna be the same as that one dildo, I think,” J stalled before she shook herself, tail bristling. What the fuck was she doing!? This had been the source of her dreams for years!
J took a deep breath and lifted Tessa's bottom just enough that the angle wasn't awkward. With one hand, she guided her tip to Tessa's entrance.
Here goes everything.
Pushing in, the walls were not as tight as she expected. J pushed in a few millimetres more, still not meeting much resistance.
“Wow, it's…tiny,” Tessa said, and J let out an indignant huff.
“It's not fully hard, yet,” she stated and thrust in faster. Suddenly, the walls were very tight around her, and Tessa winced.
“'Kay, yeah, it's like that dildo,” she winced, pushing herself up to sit on J's lap. The Disassembler hugged Tessa, letting the former human get used to her size.
“How did you manage to get it, anyway?” she decided to ask, receiving a bark of laughter from Tessa.
“Mum was buyin' some of her own an' I just logged into her account and put it in the cart,” Tessa explained, giggling at the memory. J chuckled beside her, nuzzling her head against Tessa's.
“Didn't it take you a few weeks to get to the knot?” she asked, remembering those weeks when their limited sex life had ground to an embarrassing halt as her human tried to get used to her new toy. Tessa groaned.
“Well, yer's not a hard silicone thing, think we could try,” she noted.
It took a few more minutes until J felt Tessa slide downwards on her own. She began shallowly thrusting in, keeping her pace slow. She couldn't help but feel relieved and utterly pleasured. Tessa felt just right around her, making cute gasping noises as she thrusted against J.
“Fuckh, you feel so goodh,” J gasped, ears perked up as she focused on her task. Until Tessa lifted her chin and kissed her. That made a spike of pure electricity burn through her being straight to her cock.
The problem was that, unlike with the dildo, J's knot was not present until it inflated. J and Tessa were too busy kissing and enjoying the slow in and out motion to notice when it started getting harder and harder for J to pull out.
Until, after one hard thrust in, J let out a broken gasp and came. The knot inflated fully inside poor Tessa.
“Ow, fuck, Jay!” the former human snapped at her partner, trying to find a comfortable spot with the knot inside her. It took J a few minutes to return to Copper 9 from her orgasm.
“Huh, oh, shit,” she whimpered, ears low. The Disassembler lay down on the bed, holding Tessa, so the poor worker wasn't hanging from her cock.
They lay there for a few awkward minutes, Tessa trying to make the damn thing hit the right spot inside her. While J was gingerly rubbing her clit, hyper-aware of her claws. Finally, Tessa tensed around J, though it was a pretty lacklustre orgasm. The former human breathed a sigh of relief as the tension in her body was finally gone.
“Fuck, Jay. That was kinda sad,” she admitted, earning an affirmative grunt from J.
“Yeah, I'm sorry, B-Tessa. I'll do better next time,” she said, relaxing as best she could.
“Well, they said first times are awkward, right? Guess that's what they meant,” Tessa admitted, burrowing her face into J's mane. J curled around her human, sighing contentedly.
No, not her human, her mate. No! Girlfriend, dammit.
Regardless, she had Tessa now. No strings attached, no humans to throw her out, no Solver to hurt her. Just her and Tessa.
“Next time, Jaybird, lube,” Tessa muttered into J's mane.
In all their dysfunctionalities.