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The cheerleader was undeniably one of the hottest drones within Outpost 3’s bunker, and she didn’t need a mirror to know it. Almost everyone within her year would agree too considering her blond hair, sassy nature, and on point fashion sense. She was only really outcompeted by her girlfriend, which she had no qualms about. You’d have to be stupid to not be at least a little into V. Tall, mean, able to kill you with just words and having the strength to back it up, what wasn’t there to enjoy?
Okay, maybe Lizzy had a type. Dating domineering women was a huge forte of hers. She had to admit that at least to herself, and moving on from Doll to V had certainly been a choice influenced by that. Hell even that freak was kinda hot when she went nuts and murdered some campers. So what? She was probably the most obvious lesbian on the planet anyway. It came with plenty of perks really.
One of her favorites was being able to catch anyone’s attention with how she dressed. Skirts, bows, crop tops, fancy boots and sometimes even wearing cute leg warmers to pull off the perfect look. She adored being called pretty and thirsted over, and if showing a bit of synthetic skin is what it took then she’d happily play along. Doll never really dated Lizzy for her looks surprisingly, so she was used to taunting other people to get what she wanted.
That changed when she started dating V though. V absolutely loved the way Lizzy dressed, although she rarely ever admitted it. She didn’t have to for it to be obvious though. The disassembly drone was already naturally jealous and protective, so when Lizzy stood in front of her like the eye candy she knew she was, it got the perfect reaction every time. Focused optics, pin pointed glare, even some blush occasionally.
Getting to push her girlfriend’s buttons was a personal highlight of hers, and the temper V had made it all the better. Snarling and growling in a frustratingly sexy way when she got all worked up and antsy. V would even scare off all the guys who flirted with her after falling to see not only that she was a lesbian, but she was very clearly taken too. The disassembly drone was always incredibly possessive after these events as well, biting and marking and scratching up her hull like a dog gnawing on a bone.
V made sure that everyone with common sense and a pair of eyes would be able to see Lizzy was claimed, something she adored. Most would find it annoying, having a partner be so possessive and almost controlling. Lizzy loved it because it got her all the attention she desired and more. Each interaction was like a playful match between the two until she could eventually get V to snap. The sex that came after was always amazing too, just another reason to be so into the murderous woman.
The way V was starting to look at her now felt a bit different though. It started happening after V mentioned the purple haired twerp putting some missing code back into her and N. Lizzy had assumed it was just some upgrade to prevent the two predators designed to kill all of them with ease from going nuts while being surrounded by living dinner courses. That had already happened once, and while it was hot it was also kind of inconvenient.
And yeah, it did sort of curve V’s temper for a period of time. The disassembly drone became quieter, more calculated almost, though still the same tough and killer woman she loved. That didn’t last very long though, and quickly migrated into V visiting her room periodically. She claimed it was because she was just patrolling through the bunker’s vents, but Lizzy thought it was strange that she did it so consistently.
V had also started scenting her too, something she really didn’t understand. V would spend hours in her room purring and rubbing against her or her clothes like a cat, only content with her work after some arbitrary amount of time. Worker drones didn’t have a good sense of smell, at least not in comparison to V’s. Her girlfriend had been able to track her down through the bunker and unintentionally crashed a party or two several times now. She’d always end up in a corner of the room with a cup of coolant she wouldn’t actually drink just watching Lizzy intently.
Teasing her with words also started to work less, something the prep wasn’t keen about. She missed getting to see V fluster and tell her to fuck off over a verbal tease or jab. Although, it was almost made up for with her other change in behavior. Any tease of pale skin from her got V’s immediate and full attention. She’d turn off from whatever her focus was previously and just intently keep track of Lizzy as she moved throughout the area they happened to share.
Admittedly it almost made her feel like prey, which was far hotter than it sounded to most sane drones. She could swear that V had been seconds away from just pouncing on her several times, a low growl rumbling in her throat any time someone seemed like they were getting too close to her. Guy, girl, V didn’t seem to care. If they laughed too much, or complimented too many times, or gave any indication that they were into Lizzy, V would step in and make it clear that the cheerleader wasn’t up for grabs.
Lizzy had turned into some kind of trophy for V to parade around, and that idea alone was pretty fucking hot. She started intentionally going out of her way to playfully flirt with drones she didn’t particularly care about, just to watch V seethe or snarl. She turned up the heat on how she dressed at these events too, putting together some skimpier outfits that showed off the rubber of her stomach or pieces of her core. That really set V off it seemed, which was perfect.
She was going to get V to crack eventually, increased patience be damned. She wanted to see what was under the clearly restrained personality her girlfriend was going through, and if it took a bit of baiting then who was she to back down? In fact, like hell she would. She started going out of her way to taunt the female disassembly drone by sending her pictures over SnapDrone.
V rarely used social media despite being given a phone, so at first it took her a while to check for messages that Lizzy would send. That quickly changed once V realized Lizzy was sending her pictures of herself at these parties intentionally. Within an hour of the photo being sent V would “randomly” appear within the area the events were being hosted. Always looking pissed off but only ever glaring at Lizzy intently once the prep spotted her.
V never actually stopped her though, and that was key. For all the hungry looks and annoyed glares, her girlfriend was yet to actually snap at anyone other than the drones who were trying to kiss her ass. Almost like she was waiting for something. It definitely wasn’t because either of them were shy or nervous, she’d literally watched V eat a whole drone several times already. Which, again, was kinda hot.
Although… V was acting shyer than she normally would. Backing off as soon as whoever she was angry at was dealt with, only watching Lizzy at the parties she crashed, being more embarrassed when it came to physical stuff like scenting or cuddling. Whatever Uzi had done to her was definitely responsible for it too. She was going to get to the bottom of it one way or another, and get what she wanted out of it too.
So, that’s when Lizzy began to plan. She’d picked up a thing or two from Doll before she kicked the can, and definitely learned how to make a good set up with bait. She waited for just the right moment to strike while amping up the amount of photos she sent V. Some in front of the mirror with various revealing outfits, some older photos of the two making out with coy taunts, even a photo or two of her in her bra.
Each one pushed V closer and closer to snapping, and she could tell so easily. Subtle glances trailing down her body sticking longer now, quick licks of her lips, she’d even started catching the disassembly drone littering acid marks around her room. That one was really cute honestly, V getting so worked up that she was clearly holding back from tearing Lizzy apart with all these teases. It was almost enough. One good shove and she’d have her girlfriend right where she wanted her.
She’d gone through the trouble of setting up the perfect arrangement for it too. Her parents were out on a date of their own doing whatever it was that kept them out so late, leaving her all alone in her room and house for V to stay as long as she liked. She moved to stand in front of her full body mirror, phone at the ready while in her usual outfit of a skirt and crop top. Not anything special, and definitely not something she intended to keep on for more than the plan.
Opening up SnapDrone, she sent V a photo just like she had been doing every other night for the past week. Only, this time she didn’t plan on going to a party. V didn’t need to know that though. All she needed to know was what Lizzy was going to tell her.
21:03
> Lizzy!~ Sent An Image
> Wanna come over and help me pick out an outfit for tonight’s party?
21:05
> PromQueenV is typing….
21:06
> Are you really going out to another party again?
21:07
> Aww you jealous you didn’t get invited too?
> You can tag along this time instead of staring at me from a corner again~
21:10
> Is that why you’re inviting me?
21:11
> Maybe ;)
Lizzy knew V hated when she played hard to get. She’d be over here in a couple of minutes depending on where she was in the outpost, meaning all the prep had to do was wait. She got comfy on her bed as she waited for that familiar thudding in the vents that she’d grown accustomed to. It always felt like ages when she was actually waiting for it, but she’d made sure it was worth it.
V’s yellow eyes pierced the darkness of the vent cover as she got it open easily, hanging upside down from the ceiling in it like a bat now.
“Why do you want me to help you pick out something to wear?” The disassembly drone asked, already suspicious.
“I wanted to get your opinion on something new. Plus, don’t act like you don’t love how I dress.” Lizzy motioned with a hand to get out of the vent while she stood up to move to her closet.
She’d shown off outfits to V before, loving to see what got the most reactions out of her. Tonight was going to be slightly different from that though, she already had an outfit picked out that she knew was gonna have V’s eyes burning holes into her.
“Get comfy on the bed alright? I wanna make sure I get your full attention.”
“Mhm… and what exactly is ‘new’ about this outfit?” There was the sass she loved. It spurred her on to be even more confident.
“Oh please, with how you’ve been looking at me lately I already know you’re going to enjoy it.” She fired back immediately, each word like a stepping stone to getting what she wanted.
“What’s the point in inviting me over then?”
“Can you blame me for wanting to be proven right? Now then, turn around. I don’t want you ruining the surprise.”
V rolled her eyes before doing as told, letting her wings fold out to cover her headband’s optics too. Obedient as always. Lizzy smirked at that while undressing, taking her sweet time with getting the outfit to sit just right.
The main part of it was a crop top in a deep maroon color that had a perfect chest window in the shape of a diamond. Its long sleeves were cut in a way that showed off her shoulders and collar too. It left the perfect amount of room for her bright pink core and rubber stomach to be shown off while still keeping her tits in place, showing plenty of extra skin along with it.
To really pull the outfit off she put on a layered short black skirt with just a hint of silver on its accents. Of course the final thing was wearing her signature black laced boots to go with it all. The outfit was honestly so pretty that even Lizzy had to take a second to just admire herself in the mirror, doing a little spin for extra confidence.
“Alright, you can turn around now.”
“You take forever to get dressed y’know tha-“
V’s words died in her throat as she was face to face with the clothes Lizzy had dawned. Exactly what the cheerleader had wanted. Getting to see that flushed face, wide eyes, and focused look felt better than any orgasm. Almost. She walked towards V with confidence, smirking and head held high.
“So, what do you think hm?”
“It’s… pretty. Really pretty.”
V’s voice dropped an octave as that familiar hungry look worked its way onto her visor, more focused than she had been previously. She was looking Lizzy up and down with clear interest, her tail was even wagging a bit too. The compliment was only cream on the desert her partner wanted though.
“It looks like you’re dying to say more than that, V~” The blonde moved to sit in the taller woman’s lap now, taking pride in the thick swallow it made her do.
“I don’t know what you want me to say..” V’s claws were digging into the side of Lizzy’s bed, surely about to tear through her sheets with any more force. They could always be replaced though, it wouldn’t be the first time they got torn up anyway.
“How about you start with why you’ve been looking at me like you’re starving then?” The worker’s face was inches from V’s, draping her arms around the other’s neck for extra effect too.
V refused to look at her after the comment, yellow blush getting brighter as she grew visibly tense. So that’s what this was about, huh?
“Don’t be like that V, I know you know what I’m talking about. C’mon, nothing you can do would scare me away.” Lizzy’s words bordered on being teasing and caring at the same time, trying to coax her girlfriend into an admission.
V was incredibly repressed when it came to the kinks her more murderous side gave her, that wasn’t new. At first Lizzy hadn’t expected that from a drone who she’d seen be so openly homicidal, but she supposed on some level it made sense. Her poor pent up girlfriend had a bit of an animalistic side to her, and it took some encouragement to embrace it.
“Aw, is someone too embarrassed to speak up?”
She never said the encouragement was going to be kind. Lizzy absolutely loved teasing and mocking V until she finally shoved her down and got payback. It was part of the fun when it came to dating a disassembly drone.
“Can’t hide what you’re thinking forever V~ You gotta put me in my place eventually right?” She giggled while pressing her hips down against her girlfriend, getting a soft noise out of her.
“Are you sure you’re gonna like what happens?” V growled lightly, a weak warning at best. What she was really after was consent. Lizzy had broken her.
“Oh please, just what exactly are you gonna do to me, huh?” She was just about to throw in more to her tease when V cut her off with another snarl.
“I’m going to breed you, that’s what.”
Lizzy’s visor suddenly became hot with pink blush. She hadn’t expected that out of all things from her girlfriend’s mouth, but she wasn’t going to back down. This was getting really into the animal side of V, and she was curious how far it was gonna go.
“Oh? Is that why you’ve been so keen on scaring everyone off of me lately? You want me as your mate or something?” Lizzy took immediate notice when her words seemed to strike something V.
Her claws moved from scratching against her bed to taking purchase of her hips, a pin point focused look on the larger drone. She pulled Lizzy in to the point where there chests touched, silicone squishing up in a way that got them both to lick their lips. Suddenly, V’s hot breath was right against Lizzy’s audio receptors.
“‘Been wanting to make you mine for a while. Needed to wait until you were ready. Wanna make you take my knot.”
God that sent a shudder throughout the cheerleader’s hull, realizing just why her girlfriend had been so pent up. The whole mate thing had been a joke comment, but now this was anything but a joke.
V suddenly picked Lizzy up with arousing ease, getting up to turn their position around so she could bend Lizzy over the bed. She could feel a set of claws pressing her on back and pushing her into the bed, causing her to give out a slight whine from the pressure. The other lifted up her skirt, exposing her hatch to V who grinned like she was going to tear the other apart any second now.
“Show me your port.” V didn’t even bother asking, just giving the command as she spread Lizzy’s legs into more of a humiliating position.
Despite normally being a bit of a brat during sex, the cheerleader found she didn’t want to fight back this time. She wanted to be under V’s control, her prey. So, she did as asked, opening her pelvic hatch with a soft click to reveal how wet she was. Being pushed around really got her going, so what?
She gave out a yelp when V’s tongue started lapping at her, completely failing to notice how her girlfriend had moved to be on her knees with her visor pressed between her legs. The disassembly drones had uncomfortably long tongues when stretched out to their max, and Lizzy had grown quite familiar with that. V loved to eat her out like her lubricant was oil, turning her into a mess before she even got fucked properly.
The blond’s hands rushed to grip at her blanket while moaning the other’s name, hips desperately pressing back against the claws keeping her in place. Fuck, she was more sensitive than she thought. Was she really into the idea of getting stuffed by her girlfriend that much? It was kinda undeniably hot the more she thought about it.
V wanted her knotted, pregnant, even if they couldn’t actually reproduce. Wanted to have Lizzy marked up for all to see that she was claimed by a mate willing to defend her. Whine after whine left her voice box as she rutted against the tongue that was stretching her, it wasn’t as good as the real thing.
“V please~ You said you were gonna breed me, right?” Lizzy teasing while keeping what composure she could, still having a bit of bratting energy left in her. It seemed to work though, getting her partner to slowly withdraw her tongue with a satisfied hum.
“You can do better than that, Liz.” V’s giggle was sadistic, playfully turning the worker around to be on her back now as she spoke. She loomed over the smaller drone easily, tentacle-like shaft having already freed itself. She used her claws to scrape at her girlfriend’s rubber hull, leaving faint lines from how sharp they were.
“Don’t make me beg for it, asshole. You’re the one who’s been stalking every party I go to because you’re so horny over me dressing up.”
V growled in response to the defiance, a deep guttural one that got Lizzy to shut up immediately. She rubbed herself right between the girl’s legs while moving to actually lean over her now, claws and wings out on full display. If her mate was going to fight back, she’d just have to prove how easy it would be to force her into submission.
She began dragging her incredibly sharp teeth against Lizzy’s exposed skin, cutting little tears into the rubber and silicone making her wince or whine before coating them in her repairing saliva. Of course also lapping up any oil that happened to bleed from the cuts as she moved higher and higher up her mate’s frame until she reached that bright pink core that was on display. Just as she moved to dig her teeth into the glass plating, Lizzy spoke up.
“You wouldn’t…” The cheerleader spoke with hesitance in her voice, fear bleeding into arousal.
“You think I won’t? Beg for it then.” V’s eyes glitched into that signature X hundreds of drones recognized as a symbol of death. Lizzy was playing with fire here, and loved the idea of getting burned.
“Mmf, please? You’ve already prepped me for it. You can tear me apart all you want, just breed me while you do it. I want it,” She played into her part well, turning up the desperation in her voice as she begged. She knew V wouldn’t be able to resist her like this, all she had to do was push.
She moaned out of utter relief as V finally pushed her way inside, head falling back against the already messy bed. Even without being knotted her stomach bulged out from V’s length, giving her a bit of a bloated look. The drone above her started purring at the sight while dragging her hips back out.
“You’re going to look so good all full of my code. I’ll make you a nest. Keep you scented. Have you as my mate.” V accented every sentence with a hard thrust, slick wet noises quickly filling up the room. She was determined to have Lizzy be hers and only hers, and if getting her pregnant is what it took then V would happily volunteer. The cheerleader was practically made for taking her dick anyway with how well she accommodated each and every stretch.
It was pure music to V’s audio receptors, picking up on every moan or hitched breath the other let out. Lizzy’s voice was always so pretty like this, so breathy and soft. So sweet and alluring. It was so hard to hold back from pounding her right into the bed with every noise she made, so why hold back? The worker’s bed frame started to creek under V’s weight as she used more of it in her thrusting. Every connection of their hips brought more of those wet noises that V keened for.
She started drooling a bit from just how pretty Lizzy looked under her. Hands up without even being told to do so, hair a complete mess while being stretched so deliciously. Lizzy was her mate, and just hers. No one else got to see her like this. Only V got to see just how much the girl unraveled while having her brains fucked out.
She could feel how the smaller drone started trembling under her, moans now turning into desperate whines and pleas for release. For how much of a brat and bully Lizzy was normally, she turned into a complete lack of composure mess when being fucked. Tears pricking on her visor with her pink eyes shut tight, threatening to burst out any moment as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
V didn’t plan on stopping at just once though, oh no. If Lizzy wanted to dress like a slut, V was going to treat her like one too. Use her for all she’s worth while getting her to cry out and beg for mercy. Make sure she knew who she belonged to. Her possessive thoughts were only fueled by how needy Lizzy’s voice was getting, finally hitting its peak as she spasmed with V still inside her.
The taller drone gave her a bit of mercy by fucking her through her high, only to suddenly decide that being nice was a bit too boring. Lizzy squeaked from being moved around further onto her bed, still sensitive and a bit dazed.
“What are you-“
“I never said I was finished.” V growled while settling Lizzy back into her lap, giving her much more power in this position.
She quickly reconnected their hips again, causing her girlfriend to scream from the overwhelming feeling.
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I can-“
“I never asked for what you thought. You’re going to take my knot.” She wasn’t letting the other escape that easily, not after all the teasing she’d done. Her words for cold, even a bit sadistic from the grin she had while gripping the cheerleader’s hips with plenty of force to leave marks.
She forced Lizzy to ride her, knowing the other didn’t have the strength to do it herself. Mouth watering sobs and moans left the girl as she submitted to the disassembly drone’s will, letting herself be used as nothing more than a vessel for V’s urges.
Finally, her mate was submitting to her. She could be bred properly now. Lizzy wanted to see the animal inside V and she was surely going to get every bit of it. Even if it cost her some sanity, the stars she was seeing felt like heaven anyway. Every hard thrust brought glitches to Lizzy’s visor as V almost definitely rearranged some vital parts of her systems but she didn’t have room in her brain to care.
She could feel the swelling of V’s knot starting to take effect, thrusting getting harder to do as she became fuller and fuller with her partner. Her mate. V saw Lizzy as her mate. Worthy enough to be bred. To defend from others. A fucked up sense of pride filled the worker’s chest at that, only cut short by the sick sense of pain she got from feeling V’s sharp teeth crack through her shoulder.
Fuck, was V really feeding from her right now? Lizzy could feel herself growing woozier from a combination of a second orgasm, the knot inside her, and the leaking of oil. Oh well, if this is how she died then it would be a worthwhile death. Getting used like a toy after pushing her cannibal partner to the edge.
She hadn’t even realized she passed out until her battery suddenly kicked back on, causing her head to spin. She was still in her room… but now she was laying on her side under the covers with V.
V…
“Mmf. What happened..?” Her voice was groggy, and speaking made her shoulder hurt. A quick internal scan showed no damage though, so she’d healed up just fine despite the oil theft.
“You uh… passed out when I bit you. I didn’t realize until after I was done drinking. I hope I didn’t take too much. Or hurt you.”
Her girlfriend’s voice was so soft, almost regretful actually. She managed to get her eyes to focus finally, making her realize just how close she was to the other. V had her wrapped up in her arms protectively, legs tangled together while looking down at her with hollow eyes. Was she really that nervous?
“You’re kidding, right?” She chuckled softly seeing her partner so anxious. She just had the time of her life and barely had the words for it.
“I… didn’t expect to get so out of hand. Sorry if that’s not what you signed up for.”
“You’re a big softie y’know that?” Lizzy giggled while pressing a kiss into V’s neck. “You’re a killer robot who can snap me in two. I knew full well what I signed up for, dork.”
That got V to start purring, a frankly adorable rumble in her chest that always seemed to pop up when she was relaxed. It was cute. Just another thing that was a plus side to dating someone so animalistic like her.
“I’m not hurt, I promise, quit worrying okay? Honestly, it was super hot getting to see you like that. I like seeing that animal in you, and you shouldn’t have to worry about showing it.” She peppered more kisses against V’s plastic casing as she spoke, doing her best to reassure the other. Clearly this was something that had meant a lot to her.
“That’s.. good to know.” The disassembly drone smiled down at her softly while pulling her closer, sharing the warmth of her body. It was comforting, like the best kind of blanket she could own.
She wouldn’t give it or V up for anything, murderous tendencies be damned.