Thread: NieR: Automata - Heart beneath the Steel - (StarMech x Kaybee)

It was a curious paradox to the Android. With every touch and every delicate tease to her synthetic netherlips she felt pleasure to be sure, but there was also a deep hunger, or at least what she could only describe as hunger having never truly experienced such. Not so much actual hunger as an emptiness, one that frustrated her, and yet for all that she wished to she always found her fingers creeping back between her legs. As if that wasn't enough, the simulation subroutine she'd constructed kept reactivating, lending other images to her no matter how many times she tried to push them away, and with every image that sense of frustration only grew. Gritting her teeth in a rare expression of outward irritation, 2B sought a solution, only to find little in the way of such. Her human interaction subroutines were built with learning in mind rather than a pre-created database and while that had served her well in basic interaction the android had never made any actual use of these parts of her before and they had not come with anything resembling a manual. She could identify sensors and nerve endings, individual feedback loops and subroutines, but none of them added up to a cohesive whole, and when the first tentative touch to her clit sent an involuntary spasm through most of her motor control routines she pulled her hand away like she'd been burned. It was the involuntary nature of some of these new interactions that frightened 2B, and she was not easily frightened. She expected her body to obey her in ways that a human's would not, to function as intended in every way, yet here were these new routines, breaking previously established baselines and causing unintended and unexpected interactions. Even as she scrambled to her feet, suddenly aware of the pod unit again and -to her surprise- feeling considerably less shame than human norms suggested she ought, 2B still felt a measure of that gnawing irritation, that desire to touch herself some more, or perhaps to be touched. 9S hadn't seen any of that, had he? The video link was muted from his end she realized, and cautiously she opened a channel. Model 9? 9S? Are you alright? Surely he would have said something had he seen, unless, had something happened? Feeling a sudden turn of panic clawing at her throat 2B analyzed her internal logs, breathing a sigh of relief as she found no sign of any missed transmission, though true reassurance would not come until she heard the other Android's voice on the end of the line. She reported in, and then, made her way back to the headquarters, slightly put out by the unfortunate lack of results. Plenty of metal around here but none of it of the appropriate quality or alloys to reconstruct or repair either of their functions. She might have more luck inside the facility at another time, but realistically speaking, it was unlikely anything composed of delicate components needed for their repairs would have lasted to this date judging by the overgrowth of the facility. More pressing of her concerns however was the still-present itch in her body, one that defied being categorize as a simple frustration or need and instead persisted on claiming itself to be both at once. Patently ridiculous to the core as sexual activity was neither a need nor something for her of all beings to grow frustrated at a lack of, and yet it kept insinuating itself in there, along with little 'encouragements' on the part of the rogue simulation software that she had dubbed her imagination for lack of a better term. 9S slowly stripping his outfit off his body, layer by layer revealing that strange mixture of youthful form and masculine tone that made up his body. 9S beneath her, his shaft she knew he had one, even if she had never seen it erect and straining between her thighs. An errant thought as she wondered what it smelled like, what it tasted like, what it would feel like insi- she crushed the simulation again, even more ruthlessly before but it came back just as quickly. 9S standing over her, under her, pressed up against her, lips, tongues, a dozen acts she'd overheard or had accessed out of curiosity, all shared between the two of them. These witnessed acts had never meant anything to her before, and if anything she'd dismissed the sexual elements of her form because of that lack of interest, but now, with every fresh image, with every simulated coupling, even if -or perhaps because- she couldn't imagine how he would feel in her grip, in her mouth, in her womanhood, they only made the frustration grow, and grow. Arriving back at camp, 2B was a roiling bundle of frustration and repressed desire, and was struggling to figure out both whether she should and how to broach the subject with 9S. He probably wouldn't understand, she certainly wouldn't have a moment ago, and yet, with the way everything seemed to focus, she would bet that resolving this would only be possible with his assistance. Perhaps she could frame it as software maintenance? Mental health? This would surely have been so much easier if she'd just had a human, men rarely questioned it when a woman asked to be fucked, even if they might find her off-putting in other circumstances...