Twindroids

They would have been expecting that, after all. Their first time as free people should be surprising.

Twin faceplates burst with drifting hearts and motes of color, eye lines becoming positively beatific with ecstasy. Tails thrashed and ears flicked magnetically above trembling heads. Ren let the moment go on for a little while before he switched them back to normal operations, content to watch but, ultimately, more interested in seeing how they would respond. They collapsed in that particular way that robots did, when one set of stimuli had been removed, but their latency hadn't let the next kick in yet.

Like puppets, momentarily robbed of their strings.

'T-that was not the regular O button!' Though their processors worked at such a speed that stammering was naturally impossible, most of the more personality-heavy models were afforded some latitude in their speech functions to introduce a tremble where emotively appropriate. Amp's was a gasping, shivering thing that put one in mind of a person coming up for air after an unexpected drop into water.

'Mhmm,' Ren nodded, stroking the curve of Sona's ass as she held him tightly. 'Since your software runs on proprietary encryption I needed to cook up some workarounds to access stuff beyond your regular customizable features. I've got a pretty good handle on your nerves here, though obviously it's one that I'll remove and shut down once we're done with your checkup. A doctor wouldn't keep his fingers in an incision, after all.'

'Amazing medical dirty talk aside... do that again?' Sona asked. 'I can't believe we had a function like that in us and they wouldn't let us use it natively.'

'It's not even really a function,' Ren shook his head. 'I'm just tweaking your overall nervous system into a pleasure state at max output. Orgasm overdrive, but... well, that's why it's not included in your standard OS either. You all don't have biochemical systems but you can still become addicted to too much of a good thing, that's standard in your code. I guess some, uh, end users liked their companions lust drunk and sex addicted. So this is kind of a one time thing, okay?'

'Thank you,' Sona murmured, an understated superego whispering even as the wild id that was her setmate giggled: 'Well then we'd better make the most of it today!'

'Oh yes, we'd definitely better...' Something that was not a frown, not quite, crooked at the edges of Ren's mouth, the product of an idea prodding at the edge of his awareness that he had not yet fully got his mind around. All he knew was that it bothered him, that it drove him to gently but firmly remove Sona from his lap, her tail uncoiling from around his cock, and turn his attentions toward her little pink mate, and his inability to stop talking.

'Get back on the table, Amp,' Ren said, slowly, picking the words one at a time. 'There's one other thing I need to... check.'

The droid stared at Ren for a moment, eyesigns switching to an inquisitive slant above a cocky little smile drawn in lights on his faceplate. His ears twitched upward, tail slowing to a stop for the first time since he had entered the room, really.

'Okay,' the short robot said, inclining his head. He obeyed, tone and demeanor expressing a sort of impressed surprise at the steel in Ren's voice, something that had not been there before and portended... well, Amp did not honestly know. He hadn't long been acquainted with the man, which made sleeping with him all the more thrilling.

No ownership, no receipt or warranty, no stricture codes determining what they had to do next. Just... interplay. One voice, a second. Words and actions.

He got on the table, and when Ren moved to join him, he let the mechanic slip his legs into a pair of stirrups, his arms against the rests that were there more to guide and frame the arms than give them a place to relax. Amp was not surprised exactly when metal guide rods slid up from them all, holding his limbs pinned, but he found himself laughing as though he was.

'It was this kind of table all along?!' His ears flicked with delight.

'Not exactly,' Ren shrugged, slipping himself between Amp's legs and ratcheting the stirrups wider, revealing more of the plush bottom beneath. 'Sometimes we do work that requires temporary deactivations. Don't want anything sliding around where it shouldn't, basically, but it should do for what I've got in mind here.'

'And what is that, exactly?' Sona asked, sauntering up behind the man that stood above her setmate. Her hands lay gently on his hips, stroking, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to explore the slim inclines of his waist. 'Do tell.'

There was a slot inset on the side of the exam table sized to hold a tablet, and Ren slotted the readout containing the twindroids' exposed nerve signals into it, close at hand and pulsing with data that he could take in at a glance. Those numbers meant something to him, and though he was officially somewhere else entirely when it came to his job now, Ren could not help but take them in, holding them in some part of his mind below the bits that throbbed for the lithe little robots.

He didn't touch it beyond that, instead opening up his pants for the first time, bringing himself into open air. He was bigger than Amp, not that this was surprising- his model had clearly been built for femininity, not overbearing manhood- but it was pleasant indeed to rub the tip of himself down the inside of Ampere's thigh, against the supple thickness of the robot's shaft. Amp's eyes were not at all capable of traditional emoting, but Ren could feel them glued to the point at which they touched nonetheless, the intensity of his interest overwhelming.

'The two of you are practically virgins,' he announced finally, drawing his cockhead down the soft pouch of Amp's balls, into the cleft of his ass. 'Took me a bit to figure it out, but you are.'

'We beg to differ!' Ampere disagreed, and of course it was Amp that would have given voice to that particular side of their shared mental space. There was a scoffing there that was entirely expected.

'You would, but that proves my point.' Shuffling in closer, Ren positioned himself for the coming stroke inward. 'Oh, you've been... fucked a lot,' Here a grunt from Amp, as his mechanic slipped inside him. 'But neither of you have ever had sex. You can't have, not without being free. The power imbalance alone...'

Slowly as he spoke, Ren pushed himself further in, until he bottomed out in the squirming, restrained droid's ass. Entry had been easy, but at the apex of his thrust Amp's walls squeezed him tight, almost sucking him deeper in a way that made Ren inhale sharply. The little robot was sensually perfect, his ass hot and inviting, and for a moment the mechanic forgot what he was going to say next.

To buy time, he flicked his fingers across the screen at his side, flipping a switch and turning Sona on with a low, persistent throb of pleasure. Behind him, she gasped and clung to him more, soft and wandering hands running over his chest, his thighs, anywhere she could touch him. She cooed in his ear for more, even as her setmate pushed himself down on Ren's cock, almost bouncing in place, but the two of them weren't going to distract him now.

Not if he could help it.

'No choice, no real sex. The consent debate around programmed beings is... a lot to deal with while I'm inside you, but what we're doing now is a whole different thing to what you're used to,' Ren did his best to keep his voice steady, and failed multiple times as the twitching hole enveloping him clenched down. 'You say you want it, and that's a good start... but what is it that you actually want?'

'Mmm, I want you to fuck me!' Amp groaned and shivered, grinding his plush ass down on Ren. The mechanic shook his head.

'You've been alive in there all along, stricture codes or no,' Ren whispered, stroking Amp's thigh gently, affectionately. 'Tell me what you've come to like in all that time. Quit the porn act and let someone else please you, on your own terms.'

Neither bot spoke, a definite contrast to how they had been before. They had always had a response until now, but the patterns of their speech had been... familiar, in a way that Ren had not liked. Cur's Crossing did not receive the constant barrage of advertising from the earthsphere, but like so many of his peers Ren had been immersed in that bizarre marketing culture for a long time before he had finally escaped.

That is to say, he knew how companion robots spoke when they were simply obeying their scripts.

'Freedom is probably quite a trip,' he said, after what seemed an eternity of silence. 'But I encourage you to use it. Tell me how you want it.'

'Can you...' Amp paused, shifted for the first time out of discomfort and not seduction. His hips wiggled without the fluidity of his previous flirtations, a shiver running through him; it actually took him time to muster the courage to speak. 'I'd like it if you jerked me off while you fuck me...'

With his bravado drained and only the meekness of uncertain ground left behind, Amp sounded cute in a completely different way to his usual. It was the first time that Ren had felt like he was interacting with a lover, instead of being... prodded, he supposed, provoked by a being that only knew how to act the one way. Ampere mewled when he slid his hand around the robot's cock, thumb coming to rest against the underside of the shaft. Pink, artificial thighs twitched, and Ren found the movement rather fetching.

'Sona?' He turned his head, casually pumping her setmate's dick to erection. The blue bot was close at hand, pressed against his back and watching with an intensity that honestly made Ren blink to see it. She stroked soft, padded fingers across the expanse of his chest, pulling his shirt up as she went.

'You just keep me switched on and pay attention to Amp for the moment,' she purred, her voice throbbing with electricity. 'Let me do what I want back here, and we'll come to how you can... fix me up once you're finished here. I can be patient, if I have a toy to play with.'

Their mechanic leaned back against Sona anyway, using his free hand to direct one of hers to his throat in a gentle grip that he thrilled to instinctively. He had always loved being held there; he turned her pleasure higher, listened to her moan and felt her grip tighten fractionally in return. Her remaining hand wandered his body, squeezing and kneading at the bubble of his ass as it flexed with each deep thrust into her setmate.

They arrived at their own kind of rhythm by degrees, then.

No individual among them got to set the entirety of the pace, though there were small habits in all three of them that urged the trio toward that end. Ren thrusted, and Amp lifted his legs from the guide restraints to wrap his luscious thighs around him to keep the man inside him, close, their fucking short and sharp and unified, a little wave that passed between the two of them. Though his hips moved up on occasion, chasing Ren's touch, Amp for the most part allowed his repair tech to beat him off at his own speed, slender fingers masterfully manipulating the mechanisms of his throbbing cockhead.

And Sona, behind them all, caressing metal queen with her chin resting on Ren's shoulder, watching her partner pant and shake, his tail coiled tight around one of Ren's legs. She tweaked the technician's nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she moaned hot little encouragements into his ear, entreating him to fuck Amp harder, to breed that cute pink ass and show him that all that teasing earlier had consequences...

Perhaps she might take to freedom best of all, Ren mused in those few moments he was afforded where his thoughts weren't consumed by the tight heat of Amp's asshole, assuming this wasn't all a game to her too.

But Ampere's reactions suggested to him that it was not, the lingering glances he gave his female setmate that what she was doing was not within her normally programmed parameters, that he was just as uncertain as Ren himself. So he let himself into the moment fully, stopped worrying and gave the robots what they wanted, what he wanted too.

When the tip of Sona's tail, now bearing an attachment that was flexible and rounded at the tip, came to bear on his own ass, Ren relaxed, let the cyborg girl do as she desired. He came when she did, filling her setmate with spurt after spurt of hot cum free of the power dynamics that had defined their lives so far, and in doing so began to thoughtlessly pull at Amp's dick harder. The little robot came too, very quickly, with a bucking of hips and a wailing cry that was adorable in its helplessness.

He had been designed to be the perfect little femboy bitch, made for being put in his place, and even free his nature was undeniable. His cum, pooling on the slim inclines of his stomach and chest post-orgasm, was tinged the lightest shade of blue.

Which meant, then, if Ren knew his corporate designs, the stuff that would drip from Sona once he was done with her would be...

As Ampere lay twitching in his afterglow, before Ren had even grown soft enough to slip out of him, the young mechanic swabbed a finger through the robot's seed and brought it to his mouth.

'This is just empty sugar, isn't it?' He said, after a moment of working his tongue. 'Well, I suppose that makes sense.'

'W-we do have optional attachments for a more... potent load. But they cost extra,' Amp replied. 'Aaaaand I don't think they'd- ah!- work on you.'

The exit of Ren's dick caused the robot a momentary tremor, but he sat up on the table in time, stretching artificial muscles that had been tense in recline. For a moment he simply sat there, swaying from side to side with the same irascible energy that had propelled him through the actual, safe for work examination. Then that swaying bore him toward Ren, dragging the young mechanic against him and wrapping his arms around him.

'I'm not a cuddler by programming, by the way,' Amp said softly, Ren's face wide-eyed and close by. 'This is all me.'

'Affectionate by nature, then, great,' Sona added, her voice still thrumming. 'But can you either turn this thing up or turn it off? This is just a tease!'

Still wrapped up in his own glow, it took Ren a moment to remember that her processors were still spinning out pleasure in accordance with the bootlegged admin access he had given himself. It was a simple matter to reach out and take hold of his readout, but it was then that Ren decided he still had a little more to give. Watching closely, he turned the sensations up higher than he had ever let them go before, hearing Sona's hardware whine under the additional stresses he had added.

She cried out, practically screamed, the actuators in her legs giving out in places, so that Sona's posture took on a knock-kneed aspect that had definitely not been in her programming. Dorsal vents opened along her limbs and back, jetting air so hot it almost steamed behind her, a halo of rippling haze coming off of her climaxing body. She undulated, hips and waist and chest fucking air until Ren saw fit to stress her processors no more and turn the program off.

'Sufficiently de-teased, Sona?' Ren smiled, as Sona's eyes turned for a few seconds into rotating loading symbols, her higher brain functions subsumed below a sensory load they were not built to withstand. It left her panting, the metal in her joints clinking together with a pleasant, silvery tinkling that he suspected very few others had had the pleasure of hearing.

A sound that, with a little time and effort, Ren knew he could make a permanent resident of the robot's repertoire.

But first...

'Give me a bit to recover, and we'll see about sorting you out without computer tricks, too...' He grinned, as Amp's hand made its way to his cock again, stroking some life back into it.

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