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Warning: This entire chapter is mostly lemon, but there are wholesome moments

Jackass was many things; An android, a competent fighter, a whiz at all things explosive and flammable, and not too shabby to look at if she thought so herself.

What she was not, was a communal sex toy.

So why the fuck was she being treated like it?

A few androids she passed in the hallway greeted her with a customary 'Jackass' and a nod, but more than a few just stared at her for a moment before snickering or snorting at her then scurrying off before she could start pulling out the ordinance.

All because of one little comment.

"And what? Handle five hundred humans on my own? Look, I love humanity as much as you do but I can't service five hundred at once!"

Apparently, one of the other resistance members from the camp shared that little comment with a YorHa unit and the little bint took both offense at the comment, and then the comment itself literally. 'An android lives to serve humanity until it's dying breath, whether that be in battle or in service to their creators.' Full send, no hesitation. She seemed offended at the very notion of physical or temporal limitations, which was then taken out on the other models with a long winded speech about duty and discipline.

No wonder it was so difficult working with the new units, they all had a Goliath class stick up their ass.

She loved humanity with all her heart and... well not soul since she didn't have that. Her chipset? Circuits? Circuits. She loved them with all her heart and circuitry but there were certain material limits and she was made of materials.

And now with that comment getting around, with her being known as the progenitor, she caught the lions share of the flack. Subtle comments, jokes at her expense, general military ball busting for the unlucky grunt that got everyone chewed out by command.

But she was used to the comments, she was used to the looks and the glares. She'd earned that well before that point by being her wonderful self... and a generous amount of explosives.

Sighing to herself, the dark haired android slunk off to one of the more quiet rooms in the bunker to take her break. That it happened to be one of the diagnostic rooms with a computer linked to the database of humans interred within was just serendipity.

...

...Okay so it was intentional, sue her, she just wanted to learn more about her creators, like every other android in the building.

Taking a moment to lean out the door and glance to either side of the empty hall, Jackass hummed a nameless tune under her breath and closed the door. Setting her rifle against the computer desk, she slumped into the ancient chair which creaked ominously under her weight but held firm. Booting up the computer was equally as nerve wracking but the absolutely ancient device powered up without an issue. That seemed to be a theme for everything in the bunker; Redundancy and apocalypse proofing out the ass.

It didn't help that the world had experienced like five separate apocalypses at this point, that it held up so long was frankly a miracle, that all the data seemed intact even more so.

It was a little known fact that the universe hated technology, or at least human technology. The very thing that gave the world it's light was also the thing that was slowly destroying any technology that man or Android produced. Little cosmic bullets, diffused a billion billion times in the atmosphere, still occasionally plowed nose first into the 1's and 0's of any computer on the planet, enough to flip one to the other and cause all sorts of havoc.

From what she could gather, it was an ever present problem for the various space stations in orbit, requiring constant maintenance and upkeep. Down here it wasn't as much of an issue under the ground... but over the span of ten thousand years the odds of a lucky shot hitting it's mark quickly approached one.

And all it takes is one lucky shot for a cascade of data loss to start. That it hadn't happened at all was a testament to human engineering, the arcane technology protecting this place for longer than even the lost Pyramids of Egypt had existed, at least until their destruction during one of the early Machine Wars.

Letting that thought percolate in her mind, the android started tapping at the keyboard, navigating through the various menus to find the occupancy list for the facility. She'd spent the last couple days looking through and memorizing names and faces of the various humans, in case she happened to be ordered to see to their needs.

Their needs... that thought brought to mind a few of the more lurid comments from her compatriots, not helped at all by her current status as bunker chewtoy. The woman scoffed, she wasn't some blushing virgin. No, she'd popped that particular cherry... shit, centuries ago it felt like. She couldn't even remember who she'd done it with, the name lost to a number of overwrites for things that held far more importance for data storage. Wasn't that important anyway, he died a month later in a machine counter attack, just another in a long line of bitter half-memories.

Bitter, bitter memories... her eyes stared off into the middle distance for several long moments, a small tremor going through her processors, a shudder following it not long after.

See this is why she never reminisced about the past, too much painful shit. The present was the most important time to think, hell they even named it after a gift. Nodding once to herself, Jackass started scrolling down the list of names. Renewed vigor in her exploration achieved, she started skimming through faces, names and the short description and bio's each human had under their file.

One name in particular caught her eye, well more specifically it was the informational portion below the name, but the name itself was rather striking.

Jason V. Masters
Age:41
Sex:Male
Race:White
Hair:Blonde
Eyes:brown
Height: 183cm
Weight: 77kg
Nationality:British/American
Occupation: Army(Retired), Engineer(current)

Jackass' eyes widened a fraction at the surname, thoughts already keyed to a certain pattern which was only made worse by the short blurb below it.

Notable information: Single(divorced.) A laid back individual, suffers from moderate PTSD from time in the army as well as a Legion attack that killed most of his family members and destroyed his hometown. Enjoys animal companionship, look into acquiring a pet for him.

Pet.
Pet.
Pet.

Jackass swallowed again, staring at the face of the man who had suffered so much due to the Legion. So much pain.... maybe, perhaps she could... her eyes glazed over, her mind wandering a bit...

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Jackass blushed as she was held in the lap of the broad shouldered man, a single rough hand trailing from the top of her head where a pair of cat ears rested in her hair, all the way down to her ass where a cat tail poked out of the waistband of her pants.

Jason hummed, continuing to stroke the android from tip to tail. "You're so well behaved for a kitty."

Mortification and satisfaction warred for dominance, the latter seemingly winning out as she stretched in the lap of her owner. If a human wanted her to be his pet, then who was she to gainsay them? She'd be the absolute best kitty she could be.

"That's a good girl, good kitty."

Besides... there were worse jobs to have.

Jackass purred under the attention, using her hands to knead at her human's thigh like the old records mentioned cats do. In response she got another stroke of her silky hair and all was right with the world.

"Mnnn, that feels nice."

The android woman continued to knead, working at all the hard knots in her master's leg, working slowly up to the hardest knot of all. Jackass' eyes widened as she stared at the bulge in her master's pants, running curled fingers up the shaft as large hands pawed at her breast in turn, pinching her ni-

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"Ahn." Jackass moaned, back arching as a small jolt of pain set her sensors alight.

Her eyes immediately snapped down to her breast, where her own fingers were twisting at one of her rock hard nipples, the other hand shoved down her pants and playing with her needy pussy.

"What the fuck...?" The brunette panted, static crackling in her ears. She... she hadn't intended for that to go sexual... what kink even was that?

A jolt of pleasure shot from her core all the way to her main processor.

And why was she so turned on?

Nothing she had ever experienced had her so keyed up before, just... just the petting alone was enough to get her complete obedience... she wanted... she needed more.

Eyes clouded by lust, Jackass stared off into space, the hand in her pants hooking up inside as her fingers continued to pinch and pleasure at her sensitive nubs. "~Master.-"

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-She breathed, taking in her owners scent as she pulled the zipper down with her teeth.

"Ohh, does kitty want her milk?" Jason's coy voice filled the room as his cock sprung free from it's cotton sheath.

Lust and desire filled her core as she ran her tongue up her master's shaft, taking in every nook, cranny and vein on the way to the tip and writing it to long term memory. His musky scent, likewise made it's way to her memory banks, to be used as a permanent mark of ownership.

Her lips found his tip, wrapping around the crown before slowly lowering. This was it, her life was complete, her purpose found, nirvana achieved.

Calloused fingers wove through her hair. "That's it, keep going." A deep moan filled the room, masculine and controlling, the hand pressing down firmly, insistently.

Tears prickled Jackass' eyes, joy and happiness rising in her chest as the shaft in her mouth slid down her throat. She accepted it willingly, taking her master to the base in one long stroke, luxuriating in the feeling of his pulse. The sound was loud in her ears, a rumbling boom that practically consumed her world, that yelled from the mountaintops that it was alive, it was here.

And it wanted nothing more than to use her for the rest of it's life.

Jackass came right then and there, shuddering around the cock in her mouth, trembling in her master's lap at the opportunity to pleasure her creator.

A soft chuckle filled her ears. "Cumming before your master, what a naughty little kitty."

A small spark of fear jolted across her circuits. Was she not supposed to cum? Was she supposed to wait? Had she failed in some unknown task given her?

"It's a good thing I like naughty, naughty kitties." That fear was washed away as loving, demanding fingers buried themselves into her wet pussy, sliding past her pleasure button and going as far in as was possible. To make matters worse, that same possessing force was now grabbing firmly at her scalp. "Now be a good girl and suck."

Her body wanted more but she went to her task dutifully, his fingers and his cock taking up all her available processing power, her vision entirely focused on the pole lodged between her lips.

Her throat bulged as she practically inhaled him, her mouth watering to make his passage just that much more easy and pleasurable. Without a need for air, her vocal chords shifted to vibration mode only, adding more sensation, more pleasure for her master to experience.

One of her free hands came up to gently massage his balls, the soft orbs rolling wonderfully through her fingers, a moan of contentment leaving her masters throat as she did something good without needing to be prompted.

Her tail flicked back and forth in satisfaction at that, pulling back to give that wonderfully smooth tip of his some affection. Looking up into her master's honey brown eyes and getting lost in the lust she saw there. He loved this, he loved her, he wanted her. A whimper left her lips, her pussy clamping down on his fingers again as a small squirt of fluid ran down his hand.

"Oh? Getting my hand dirty? I'll have to punish that naughty pussy of yours later." Unlike before, the only emotion that comment earned was a blazing inferno of lust. He liked naughty kitties, she'd show him just how naughty she could be. "Ung... fuck, I'm getting close." But first she had something far more important to take care of.

Shifting both her hands to her master's ass, she shifted her body to a more advantageous position to really give him everything she had, her face nothing more than a warm and wet hole for his shaft to sheath itself in.

Her lips smacked against his abdomen with a force that would almost be bruising if she could actually bruise but the results for him were immediate. Jason swore, fingers clamping down hard into her scalp as she throated herself, twisting her head every which way, humming, thrusting and licking every inch of his shaft, worshiping the cock of her lover, her creator, her master.

"Fu-hu-huuuuuck," Jason's muscles clenched, a long groan leaving his lips as he forced her head firmly down, flush with his skin.

A pulse along the underside of his shaft, followed by a splash of liquid against her throat had Jackass freezing in place. It seemed like her entire world shrank down to that one point, that one moment as one spurt, two, three, four, smacked against the back of her throat, marking her, claiming her.

White light flashed through her vision-

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-As an orgasm the likes of which Jackass had never experienced rocked her body to her core. She squealed, she squirted, she practically flopped onto the table, drool leaving her mouth to puddle on the metal surface as her entire world shifted from android resistance fighter to personal cum receptacle and she wasn't sure how to process that.

In fact she wasn't sure how to process anything right now since she hadn't stopped cumming, her pussy hurting with how hard she had clamped down on her fingers. Mortification filled her as she realized her bare ass was sticking up in the air as her pants and underwear had been long ago discarded for easier access.

Seconds turned into minutes until finally something in her head realized that things weren't functioning quite to spec and kicked off a soft reboot of her system. That... helped... sort of. She wasn't locked up in pleasure anymore but her pussy still ached in need.

Her heart still ached in need.

That... had been... life altering. She knew, she knew from the very core of her programming that she was made to serve humanity... she just didn't realize how good it felt to serve.

A soft whisper of 'good girl' echoed like a thunderclap in her ears...

She... she needed more, much more. Trembling fingers found the mouse for the computer and started scrolling through the lists of people, eyes snapping from one to another, her mind fabricating whole worlds where she served these humans, her masters, her creators, her gods.

Rory Erikson
Age:23
Sex:Female
Race:White
Hair:Red
Eyes:Green
Height: 165cm
Weight: 54kg
Nationality: Irish
Occupation: Electrical Engineer

Notable information: Energetic and fiery. Bisexual. Somewhat confrontational but willing to talk things out. Loves cooking for large crowds, potential secondary job during downtime?

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"Oi Jackass, I need yah over here." A voice, musical and full of life called out.

"Coming!" Jackass shuffled through the kitchen, platters stacked high in her arms. Dumping them in the sink, she turned to Rory to see the fiery redhead standing next to a large cauldron of water. "What do you need?"

The Irish woman pointed to the pot, "Think you can lift this and set it over on the burner over there?" She pointed a little ways away to a large flat metal plate set about a half a meter off the ground.

"Sure." Jackass nodded, grabbing hold of the handles and lifting with her legs, the servos in her joints whining slightly under the heavy weight as she crab walked the pot over to the stove.

Letting out a soft breath, Jackass wasn't ready for a hand to slap her in the small of her back. "Damn girl, look at you go." The brunette turned to eye the redhead in confusion. Rory just grinned that gut turning, circuit warming grin of hers. "You're stronger than you look."

"I'm an android ma'am, comes with the territory." Jackass rattled off, for perhaps the dozenth time since the two had met and like clockwork-.

"What have I told you bout callin me ma'am." The redhead huffed, her bottle green eyes striking, well what could be seen through the flat glare she was giving her. "Call me Rory, or don't call me nothin." She snapped her fingers. "Now lets get these boys and girls fed, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Jackass grinned with a small salute, locking eyes with the woman.

And shivering just so slightly at the look she was being given in return, those eyes were simply hypnotizing.

Breakfast came and went, the mess hall clearing out for a few hours, the dishes cleaned and put away, and the pair now standing around with nothing to do.

Jackass' back hit the concrete wall in the kitchen storage, tucked away behind some crates and a shelf filled with sealed containers. Ruby red lips mashed against hers, Rory breathing hot fire into her lungs as the redhead molested her mouth with her own.

Correction: There was now plenty to do.

"R-Rory." Jackass moaned, the woman pressing her into a wall not stopping for one moment as she stripped the taller girl of her top. She let out an involuntary shudder as her bare breasts met the cool air of the storage room, only to hiss in pleasure as warm, wet lips latched onto one of her nipples.

The brunette wrapped her arms around Rory's head, holding her against her breast as the shorter woman nursed her, the tingling pleasure highlighted by the human's enthusiasm for the act.

Somehow the both of them ended up on the floor and her bottoms were now nowhere to be found. How the... did she use magic? Was disappearing clothing even a thing?

Jackass grunted as she was rolled bodily onto her back, Rory leering over her between her legs. "Now that the lads and lasses are all fed and watered, I think it's about time I dug in too." A gulp left the android woman as her legs were spread, the redhead's eyes feasting on her glistening artificial pussy. "Come to momma."

Liquid hot ecstasy flowed up from her core, and her eyes rolled as Rory's luscious lips locked with her lower ones, tongue sliding inside to lap up her juices and drive her absolutely wild.

"Mnnn, you taste good." Jackass glanced down between the swell of her breasts and her breath caught in her throat at the bottle green eyes staring back at her like a pair of molten emeralds. "Guessin that's an android thing? Most humans taste musky, or a bit tart." The woman ran her tongue up her slit in one long lick which had Jackass' ass cheeks clenching harder than she could ever remember them clenching. "But you got something floral goin on down there."

Jackass ducked her head a bit. "Is that... good?" She asked shyly, a bit self conscious, was she somehow not as good as a human lover? ...What was she thinking? Of course she wasn't, she could never compare to a human, she could only-

"Oh yeah, totally." And like a battering ram, Rory continued to subvert her expectations, the woman bulldozing through any and all wishy washiness that she found with a fire and zest for life. "Most people don't like eatin pussy because it's not the most palatable thing in the world." Another long, slow, agonizing lick that sent lighting through her circuits. "But if all you androids taste like this, I can see this becoming my new fav thing to do."

A giddy happiness lit a spark in her mainframe, not because she was better than a human, no, never. No, because a human desired her taste, wanted it, wanted her.

Suddenly Rory's face was an inch from her own. "Earth to Jackass, you in that noggin of yours?"

Embarasment replaced her joy as she tried to hide her face, had she just spaced out? Whatever the case, she wasn't given a chance to hide her blush as Rory did as Rory do and pushed past her hands to kiss her again.

Floral... she could taste it now, it was... pleasant? Most androids weren't gourmands by any stretch, most not even bothering to eat since it was really only a pleasure thing for them but she could certainly see the appeal if this was how she tasted.

"Now that you know what you taste like, why not try out the real thing?"

Jackass blinked, not sure what that meant until an Ass -and it required capitalization- was pressed firmly against her face. She took a breath, nose suddenly filled with a strong aroma. Her mouth watered, sensors all throughout her head firing off as her eyes hyper focused on the prize in front of her. Idly she felt Rory tuck back into her meal, but nothing could distract her from the beautiful slit in front of her. Her tongue reached out to take a taste and a flavor unlike anything she'd ever experienced before assaulted her tongue.

Rory was clearly malfunctioning. This was delicious.

Jackass dove face first into Rory's nethers, the redhead squawking in surprise as she licked and sucked and moaned into the slit that was ambrosia given form.

"Holy shit girl, calm down I'm not goin anywhere!" The Irish woman laughed as the assault didn't let up and instead went back to her own ministrations, intent on giving as much as she got. While her mouth went to work, wandering hands caressed, stroked and pleasured anything in reach. Her nipples were of particular interest to the redhead who played with her breasts like they were stress balls -and if that's what Rory wanted to use them for then Jackass wouldn't deny her.-

Her pleasure rose sharply as first one finger, then two joined the probing tongue into her android nethers, copying that seemed to work wonders from her end as well, trying to mimic the fluttering waving motion Rory apparently enjoyed.

One particular lick went a bit too high and rubbed against Rory's clit and a sharp hiss left the woman's lips. That got Jackass' attention, concern and fear coming to the forefront.

"Huh, why'd yah stop?" Rory shifted, lifting her ass to look at Jackass between their bodies.

"I thought I hurt you." The android spoke up, the thought horrible to even think about.

The snort that followed eased her concerns somewhat. "The hell you did, that felt amazing, do it again. Give my clit some lovin girl."

The words were a comfort, the ass now wiggling in her face was a temptation.

A temptation she was all too glad to partake in.

"Ah, yah that's the stuff!"

Jackass flushed hot, another surge of happiness at making her human feel good, lips wrapped around the small bundle of nerves roughly analogous to the cock head of a human male. If anything it was even more sensitive, which became immediately apparent when she started humming, her mechanical voice box allowing her to make that noise for far longer and far louder that any human ever could.

The results were as immediate as they were volatile.

"Oh fuck!" Rory's curse was loud in her ears, almost a scream if it wasn't for the faux fleshy muffle she buried her mouth in to hide her yell of pleasure. A small splash of fluid surprised the android woman, the musky smell ratcheting up another order of magnitude. That was only the beginning however as Jackass' eyes crossed when Rory's yell vibrated her own clit, setting her off in much the same way.

The pair clenched taught, both hugging each other as close as was possible to try and quiet their cries of pleasure, only making their pleasure last that much longer in turn.

As the pair come down from their mutual orgasm, Jackass found herself wrapped up in a very enthusiastic hug. by a very, very enthusiastic redhead.

"Man, I really needed that." Rory giggled, kissing Jackass on the cheek.

Affection tickled her circuits, or perhaps infatuation? "I-it's my duty to help out..."

"Oh?" She suddenly found herself with a lap full of human, the redhead's face centimeters from her own. "Are you sure it isn't something more?" Her words came out as a tease but there was something different, something unsaid.

"More?" Jackass asked, an air of caution in her words.

Rory seemed to pick that up and just rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Love, you dumbass."

Android eyes widened as ruby red lips met her own, a warm body entwining with hers and-

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-Another soul deep orgasm ripped though Jackass, her toes cracking noisily as she rubbed frantically against her clit. It hadn't even been the sex that set her off this time it was... it was.

Tears prickled the corners of her eyes as she scrolled through yet more names, more potential people who would give her meaning, give her direction-

Miguel Mathers
Age:42
Sex:Male
Race: Hispanic/White
Hair:Black
Eyes:Brown
Height: 175cm
Weight: 62kg
Nationality: American
Occupation: Dentist

Notable Information: Married (Walela Mathers) Soft Spoken and kind. Has wanted children for a long time but decided against after the Legion became active. Due to low sperm count artificial insemination of women might be required.

Walela Mathers
Age:36
Sex:Female
Race:Native American
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Hazel
Height: 162cm
Weight: 45kg
Nationality: American
Occupation: Teacher

Notable Information: Married (Miguel Mathers) Motherly and nurturing. Has wanted children for a long time but decided against after the Legion became active.

-Give her love.

While most of her fantasies involved sex-

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"-Not all of them did." Miguel laughed, the sound somewhat melancholy, and why wouldn't it be? He had just finished the tale of how his parents had immigrated from Mexico to escape the criminal cartels that had taken over, in the era before the White Giant, before the WCS. Subsequently leaving behind extended family, most of which did not survive the wars that tore the place apart after the Legion showed up. He was the last of his family, the last of his name on his father's side and likely his mother's side now too.

That was a depressingly common occurrence at this point. So many humans had died, so many nations and ethnic groups gone, vanished to the dust of time.

A pit of sadness welled up in Jackass' gut, something which had remained for centuries, as depression and despair were a near permanent companion after the failure of Project Gestalt and the subsequent invasion of the aliens. There was only a sliver of hope now, for these humans that they were charged with protecting.

"It's why we never had children." Walela hummed, brushing out Jackass' hair with a small brush. Even if her hair was fake, that still felt... nice. "We wanted our home to be secure, so that our children would never know the horrors of war." The Native woman slumped a bit, her hand slowing in it's actions. "That was a fools hope. Even if we did not seek war, war always seems to seek us." She resumed her work, working the little snags in the android's hair. "Such is the nature of man, monster and now aliens I suppose."

"We'll have children soon." Miguel reached out for his wife, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "The fate of humanity depends on it now."

"Mnn." Walela hummed in agreement, setting the brush aside and leaning over the pampered android. "Until then, we have many children who need our help and our love."

Soft arms wrapped around Jackass' neck, the android reaching up to hug her back, Miguel's hand clasped hers and she couldn't help a soft sob that left her lips.

So long on the battlefield, so long fighting, being worn down by the never ending tide of machines. It... it all seemed so pointless then. Now, now she couldn't think of anything else but protecting the lives of these two humans.

She would give her life for them, sacrifice everything she was, everything she could be, just to give them the chance to have a child of their own.

A warmth spread from her shoulders and hand, to the rest of her body.

But until that time came...-

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-It felt nice to be loved.

It wasn't an orgasm but the emotional release might as well have been. Jackass knelt on the hard concrete, face against the cool stone while her hand was still cupping her sex.

The war with the machines felt endless, purposeless. All the conflicts since the first four machine wars seemed to be low intensity affairs with little gained or lost. Not the worst position to be in but it certainly made fighting in it a slog.

Cheng
Age:17-18
Sex:Male
Race: Asian
Hair:Black
Eyes:Black
Height: 155cm
Weight: 43kg
Nationality: Potentially Chinese
Occupation: Refugee

Notable information: Picked up just prior to Project Iceman going into effect, a refugee from South East Asia after the Legion destroyed much of China, India and Pakistan. Speaks some English. No last name given. None from this particular bunker can speak Chinese fluently so can only draw conclusions from context clues. Family was likely killed recently, potentially not long before pickup, dried blood on clothing was only a week old and shared much of his DNA.

Then again-

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-'Some humans have it worse off.' That was the only thing that came to mind as Jackass crawled into the open vent to reach the crying kid who looked barely out of his school age years, still gangly from youth and somewhat emaciated from lack of food prior to his freezing.

"Hey." The bomb mistress couldn't for the life of her understand why Anemone had decided to send her in after the kid. Explosives were her kind of people, she understood them. Androids? Humans? Might as well have been speaking in hieroglyphics.

She wasn't good at this, the twins would have been far more capable of calming the kid down.

Approaching the young man slowly on her hands and knees, she got a good look at his face and froze.

Despair, sadness, depression. Everything on his face she'd seen echoed on the faces of her fellows as well as her own in the mirror on those days she bothered to look into one of the damn things.

Sighing, she slumped into place at the kid's side, the cramped space making that a bit uncomfortable but not any worse than what she'd experienced over the long years of her life. Wrapping an arm around the kid's neck, she pulled him into her side and just held him there. At first he stiffened, likely unused to physical contact but then slowly over a few minutes he relaxed.

That's when the water works started.

Jackass' eyes widened in alarm as the kid started blubbering into her chest, unsure what to do but her programming demanding she do something to remedy this travesty against all that was good and just in the world.

Sighing again, Jackass wrapped her other arm around the kid and started rocking him, humming comforting nothings in his ear, her throat constricting as the kid cried and cried and cried.

She tried to put the word he kept repeating out of her mind. She didn't speak Chinese, but it wasn't hard to understand the word 'momma' when it was spoken by a heartbroken child...

She wasn't good at these kinds of things but If she had to be his mother for the time being, to protect and comfort him in this cruel, cruel world...-

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-Then so be it.

Tears actively rolled down her cheeks onto the floor now, body just trying to get over the feeling of loss that such thoughts always brought her. She laid there for a while, how much time she didn't know but it was long enough that the pleasant tingling between her legs was starting to fade and she just wasn't in the right headspace to deal with that right now

No thoughts, only horni as the kids used to say.

Did human kids used to say that? Seemed kind of an odd thing for them to say honestly...

Dragging herself back into her chair, she shakily started scrolling through the list again, focusing on something more titillating, at least to numb the darker thoughts at the back of her mind...

Fred Wensly
Age:25
Sex:Male
Race: White
Hair:Red (Copper/Ginger)
Eyes:brown
Height: 180cm
Weight: 70kg
Nationality: British
Occupation: Inventor

Notable information: One of a pair of twin brothers. More audacious than his twin. Eccentric with a habit of verbal back and forth with his twin as well as finishing each others sentences. They share everything. Everything. Family is somewhat notable; father(Arthur Wensly) temporary Minister of Transportation for the British government; Older Brother(Charlie Wensly) A part of the team studying the Dragon recovered from the Shinjuku Incident, based currently in Romania; Eldest brother(William Arthur 'Bill' Wensly), currently working in Egypt to manage the evacuation of Saharan Africa to the Sub-Saharan facilities of Project Iceman. The twins themselves were part of the team that discovered the mystical properties of Maso, and it's subsequent use for paranormal phenomena by Maso users. (They coined the term 'Magic' and 'Wizards' for both respectively, currently unused by the scientific community.).

George Wensly
Age:25
Sex:Male
Race: White
Hair:Red (Copper/Ginger)
Eyes:brown
Height: 180cm
Weight: 70kg
Nationality: British
Occupation: Inventor
Notable information: One of a pair of twin brothers. More relaxed than his twin. Eccentric with a habit of verbal back and forth with his twin as well as finishing each others sentences. They share everything. Everything. Family is somewhat notable (See F. Wensly for details)

Ah, that would do nicely.

What had that one android said a few centuries back? The one that was a total horndog...? He was one of the few that didn't look down on the Devola and Popola units and even found them attractive, something she was beginning to realize about herself as well because the red hair of the Wensly twins was doing something for her.

Ah. Right, twins, that was what he'd said. 'Twins Basil, Twins.'

She wasn't sure what a Basil was, but she could certainly agree on the twins part.

That they-

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-Were pretty cute didn't hurt either.

"She's a right sight for sore eyes ay Forge?"

"That she is Gred, a right masterpiece that one is."

But man it was annoying to keep track of their conversations when they were like this... not that she disliked them praising her manufacturing, if anything she jutted her chest out to the pair to show off the finer parts of her structure.

"Oh, that's quite the musculature, I wonder how they overcame the mounting limitations of synthetic muscles?"

"My guess? They're attached and actuated with-"

"-Magic! Highly theoretical but also highly probable, Magic really is the answer to everything!"

Jackass preened at their words, even if part of her was somewhat irritated that they seemed to be completely ignoring any and all hints of her interest.

"Supposedly they even managed to rig up an active reproductive system."

"Oh really, how did they figure that out?"

"Dunno, maybe we should get a more hands-on look to find out?"

"A genius plan brother mine."

Or maybe they were just teasing her, it was really hard to tell at this point..., though she was leaning more towards the latter considering they'd been walking through the mostly empty motor pool and were now standing in front of a storage closet.

The pair of hands on her lower back, ushering her into the room was probably a sign of things to come

Five minutes later, laid across a maintenance desk with a twin on each end of her, she was now absolutely certain of it.

"Temperature is good, lubrication as well." Fred, or perhaps it was George hummed as he thrust into her core, sending a cascade of pleasure alerts popping up in the background processes of her brain.

"Same here." The other twin muttered, hands around her neck, using her throat to pleasure himself. "Not a perfect one-to-one for human tissue, has a bit less give but is significantly softer by comparison.

She didn't even care that the pair seemed to be treating this like some kind of science experiment check-list. Hell, she could relate, she was certain she'd have done the same if given the chance so she just chocked it up to them being a more stable version of her and rolling with it.

She was getting used by her creators, anything past that was ephemeral.

That the two were incredibly good at what they were doing helped immensely in that regard. Another orgasm jolted through her body, manipulated and guided by the seemingly masterful hands of skilled craftsmen intent on their work.

A shudder jostled her circuits as the pair came at the same time, pushing their shafts as far into her as they would go before grunting out a release of semen inside her. Sensors processed the seed and found it to be incredibly virile, which fit seeing that before the Legion the twins had five other siblings so clearly their line was as far from shooting blanks as was possible.

Not that any of this registered in Jackass' conscious mind. No, she was too busy basking in the feeling of completing a task her creators had set out for her. Utter bliss warmed her chest, a happy smile tugging the corners of her mouth around the shaft that was buried in her throat up to her clavicle.

Her post orgasmic mind focused on that, her mouth and throat gently massaging the organ of her creator. Muscles in her pussy did the same, squeezing out every single drop from their wilting cocks.

"Well would you look at that..." Fred or George balked, a pair of hands wrapping around her waist while the thumbs of those hands pressed firmly into the space where her vaginal canal ran through her waist. "She's self-cleaning." His voice was filled with humor, as well as something approaching marvel.

"Actually, I think that's just the coup de grace." Another hand traced lines in her throat. "Unless she's doing something other than finishing us off."

Ignoring the banter, ignoring.... Jackass sighed as both shafts left her, hand languidly rubbing at her now empty pussy and throat, her body practically vibrating in contentment.

A few moments of silence passed and Jackass opened her eyes, which widened a bit in surprise as she noted the naked lust in the twins eyes now, where before they had seemed almost clinical. Maybe... maybe they were the business before pleasure sort and they'd just finished business?

She rubbed at her clit and the one near her pussy snapped his eyes to that spot with a laser like intensity. ...Or maybe they were just turned on by a show? Whatever the case, the hand around her throat moved to her breast, massaging it and tweaking her nipple while she moaned their names.

It was almost frightening how quickly their cocks regained their hardness. Humans were supposed to have some sort of rest period between orgasms, right?

Not these two apparently as she found herself floating, as if on a cloud.

"Handy that. So who's anchoring this time?"

"Not me, I did it last time remember?"

"Does that time really count if it was a foursome...?" Another moment of silence. "...Fine. But the next foursome we're doing that-"

"-Thing you like, yeah, yeah I know."

The floating sensation left and now she was in the lap of one of the twins, who was laying flat on the table. The other twin loomed over her back. Jackass let out a hiss of pleasure as one cock slipped through her velvety folds to rest comfortably inside her, the other...

Artificial eyes widened as something round and huge pressed against her ass, the orifice stretching around the invader as it pressed inside. Was.. was one of them shoving their dick in her ass? She hadn't even been aware that was a thing you could do.

"Ung." Her head dipped forward with her groan, the crown of her head resting firmly into the shoulder of the bottom twin as both her worldview and the ring of her asshole expanded. Pleasure sensors she never even knew existed fired off in a kaleidoscope of sensation in her mind as the top twin sank inch by glorious inch into her ass. She knew, clinically, that the rectum and connected intestinal tract for humans was for digestion and waste disposal but for androids it was largely vestigial in nature.

Pointless, useless, might as well not even have it.

Not anymore, whatever android had thought that up was a complete dumbass because she was certain now, for androids the asshole was for pleasuring their creators.

A deep, shuddering breath left Jackass as both twins met flush with her hips, her insides feeling so full and content that she almost dreaded their emptying.

But as the pair drew out, she couldn't help the sensation of satisfaction that came from her body being used by a human in such a way. It almost felt... naughty, taboo, something that shouldn't be done but was so much more pleasurable because of it. Why that was the case she didn't know, but it was buried deep in her programming so there wasn't any reason to question it.

No, she'd just sit back and enjoy the ride.

And hoo boy was she being ridden. Drool ran from the corner of her lips as she struggled to stay coherent, her arms wrapped around the neck of the bottom twin as both pistoned in and out of her holes, quickly filling and emptying her insides in a mind breaking rhythm that had her central processor sputtering and whirring to try and keep up with all the sensory data.

A pair of rough hands grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing them roughly as they used them as hand holds to speed up their thrusts even more.

A jolt of electricity shot through her, it... it was too much, she..couldn't

"Damn!"

"Yeah!"

The pair barely needed to communicate as she was moved backwards, sandwiching her between the two men, both of them bouncing her on their shafts like she was a toy for their pleasure.

And she was, she would be whatever they wanted her to be. If they wanted her to be a sex toy for the rest of her life then so be it, she'd be one happily.

On some unseen signal, the pair hugged her tight, thrusts becoming almost animalistic as each panted hot breaths in her ears. They were close, oh so very close, her programming demanding she tighten her orifices as tight as they could go while cycling on some internal musculature that tugged and milked at the two shafts inside her.

A particularly dirty pair of oaths echoed in stereo on either side of her head and she felt their thrusts become stuttering, uncoordinated things, tremors shaking their bodies as they moaned their release inside her.

The thought of both her holes being filled with seed-

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-Set off another circuit frying shot of electric ecstasy in Jackass' brain, her entire body shaking and trembling as pleasure rocked her.

That... that had felt even better than last time... Leaning forward in her chair, Jackass realized that her other hand had been probing her ass and that had apparently played some part in her fantasy.

Checking her logs, some subroutine related to sex with multiple partners had ran without her knowledge, directing her to use her other orifices. She'd never had sex with more than one partner at a time so that had never come up, nor could she recall anyone else that had used their junk for it's intended purpose with more than one partner.

Not counting the android that had been the basis for this particular fantasy but he was an odd duck anyway.

Still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Jackass took a deep breath and slowly pulled her fingers from her holes and shuddered every second that she felt that delicious friction. That... that had been dangerous, she could feel her processors chugging along trying to keep up, any more than that and she might very well have turned into an actual sex toy.

She tried to ignore how that thought made her pussy ache with pleasure.

She failed.

She wasn't sure why her programming was so insistent on being used like that, she'd much rather be useful for something more important, like a bodyguard, or hell she'd be content being a baby factory if necessary.

An intense heat bloomed in her stomach, her internal muscles fluttering at the thought... the thought of holding a human inside her, giving birth to a human, to give back as much as had been given to her...

She was alive, she had a cause to fight for, hopefully she'd find a human who would love and cherish her. That was the goal, the goal of all androids.

Maybe... maybe she could look for someone here?

Hesitantly, she rolled the soaked chair back to the table, scrolling through yet more names and faces. It was near the bottom that a name caught her eye.

Darin Ottesen
Age:22
Sex:Male
Race: Black/White(German/Icelandic.)
Hair:Brown
Eyes:blue
Height: 203cm
Weight: 113kg
Nationality: American/Icelandic.
Occupation: Carpenter

Notable Information: One of a handful of raffle winners for the Iceman Project. Single. Jovial but also focused and driven. Noted Technophile (Heavy emphasis on the -Phile. I have a feeling Greg had a hand in this. Note to self: Contact Progeny Bunker and get to the bottom of this. ...Redacted due to loss of Progeny Bunker) Heavily invested in having many children and being a family man, sees it as his civic duty. Regardless of how he made it into the project, his dedication to the cause is commendable.

Jackass' eyes unfocused, that warm feeling from before returning with a vengeance. That...That was just-

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"-Perfect."

Jackass shivered, standing next to the giant of a man. He was nearly a full head taller than her with a physique that looked like he could take on an android in physical combat and win.

It was really, really doing things for her.

The feeling seemed to be mutual if the blatant desire on Darin's face was anything to go by, the striking blue eyes contrasting heavily with the almost golden bronze of his skin.

That most of that skin was on display because of his current half-dressed state was incredibly distracting. His abs had abs... wait why were his abs so attractive to her anyway? A palm slapped against the wall next to her head and the giant of a man leaned in to loom over her. Right, not important, what was important was that she had just accepted the prestigious position... of human broodmare.

Full send, he popped the question and she just blurted her acceptance immediately. Did she regret that? No, in fact she was ecstatic, she had the privilege, no the honor of bearing a human child, that was more important than anything else she could be doing right now.

It was just... Jackass tucked a stand of hair behind her ear, smiling nervously up at the abnormally tall man. Apparently Darin had found out about all the hot androids (His words) and decided to ask the first one that caught his fancy if they wanted to bear his children.

That being her. Blindsided didn't even begin to cover how she felt right now. Was she ready to be a mother? Was she even qualified? how does one even raise a human? How would she-

Her downward spiral of thoughts was cut off by a large hand landing on top of her head. Strong fingers ran smoothly along her scalp, lighting up all sorts of sensors, her knees nearly gave out as a happy little whimper escaped her lips.

"Just take it easy." A deep voice spoke calmly in her ear, almost immediately her anxiety cut off like it had never been there in the first place. Looking up, Jackass' heart fluttered, the look of lust was gone, replaced with something closer to concern but still maintaining the same intensity. "Didn't mean to spook you." The hand that had been boxing her in shifted to her shoulder. "You sure you want to have my kids?" Wait what? "I can ask another android if you're unsur-"

"No!" Jackass almost yelled, the man leaning back in surprise at her raised voice. Feeling like an idiot now, she shook her head. "I mean yes, I'll still have your child, I'd be honored to."

A wide grin formed on Darin's face, his hand moving from her shoulder to her cheek. "I heard you ladies were all deferent and shit, just didn't realize how much, sorry about that."

Her back straightened, "It's our duty to serve humanity." And damn if she wasn't starting to sound like those YorHa stiffs. "In all things."

If anything that seemed to please the man even more. "So you wouldn't mind if we got right to baby makin then?"

This man was completely and totally shameless. She could respect that. "S-sure."

"Cool."

Jackass blinked as an arm wrapped around her midsection and her feet left the ground as she was hauled bodily over Darin's shoulder like a sandbag.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to try this caveman shit." He let out a deep belly laugh as they walked through the bunker, passing by several androids and other humans, who all stopped to stare at her.

Unlike the other times they had stared, this had heat welling up in her stomach in an unexpected feeling of embarrassment. That was when a very suggestive whistle came from one of the human soldiers nearby and she felt like she was just going to deactivate right then and there.

Why was this so embarrassing? It was just sex... except it was more than just sex, this was going to be baby making sex, possibly with handholding even.

Her processors almost bluescreened on the spot.

"This seems good enough." Jackass blinked away the fluttering butterflies that threatened to carry her away, only to find herself in a small room, hovering over a bed. It was mostly just a military bunk, but appeared to be made of sturdy materials that could take a beating.

The necessity of that design was not lost on her.

"Time to send this bad boy home with two uggas and a dugga." Jackass blinked again as she was tossed bodily onto the bed.

"Um." She tried to say something but her words caught in her throat as a capital-P Penis bobbed dangerously over her stomach. Jackass gulped, eyes wide as large hands lifted her and pulled her pants off without a care in the world.

They along with Darin's pants were banished to the far corner of the room. Now half naked to Darin's completely naked, she was beginning to think she might have bitten off a bit more than she could chew. Which only became more apparent as Darin's cockhead pressed against her pussy lips and it felt like some great battering ram of old banging against her castle gates.

And her damnedable gates were apparently made out of balsa wood because they put up no resistance whatsoever as he pushed past her defenses and sank down to the hilt in one pelvis shaking thrust.

"Holy shit you're huge." Jackass' fingers clamped down on the thin sheets of the cot, wide eyes staring up at the man as he did his level best to reshape her pussy in his image.

The behemoth of a man let out another of his bellowing laughs, as he slowly pulled out of her, the sensation almost like an augur tugging away at her insides. "I consider that a compliment, thank you."

Compliment or a desperate prayer, she wasn't sure which, all she knew at that moment was that a Goliath tier cock was scrambling her insides and her sensors were throwing off so many errors it wasn't even funny.

And then he thrust back inside and her vision went white for a second there. An alert at the back of her mind mentioned something about a soft reboot... and what the hell was an 'Estrus mode?' And why was it activatinnnngg

The android woman's eyes crossed as her pussy Shifted, the muscles inside moving around in an incredibly disconcerting way.

"Oh, what's this?" Darin slowed down somewhat, a note of surprise in his voice. "Something's changed, it's easier to move but also so much tighter." The giant man laughed another boisterous laugh. "Excellent!"

If anything that egged the man on faster, his thrusts coming quicker and more vigorous, each movement of the hips seemed tailor made to wring the most pleasure from her trembling insides.

Distantly, in some part of her mind that wasn't focused entirely on dick, she could just make out the sound of the cot's headboard smacking loudly against the wall. An idle thought fluttered through her brain, a feeling of bashfulness permeated her thoughts. The knowledge that everyone in the building would hearing their almost violent lovemaking, sent tingling arcs running through her cables.

That thought was quickly swept away however like so much dust in the wind as strong hands lifted her legs up, practically folding her in half at the waist as Darin's large body pressed her down into the bed.

She froze as those massive hands moved from her thighs to grasp her own hands. It was almost comical the size difference but that held no bearing when compared with the indisputable fact that Darin's fingers were locked with her own.

She, she was having baby making sex while holding hands!

Her insides pulsed with an intense release, her walls gushing around the shaft inside her, which only made the sounds of their lovemaking just that much more lewd. She was cumming, her pussy was cumming, and there was just so much cock inside of her she could barely stand it.

"Oooh that's the shit!" The deep, guttural moan a hands breadth from her ear jolted through her, lighting up all sorts of pleasure sensors across her body. She felt her womb move, the organ practically champing at the bit to be seeded, to hold all of the virile human cum inside of it. A few more thrusts and the shaft inside her twitched, causing a change in the tone of Darin's voice. "Almost haah, almost there baby, get ready to be a momma." If anything he started thrusting faster, racing her to the finish line of the most life altering orgasm she would ever feel. It was becoming quite clear that he was a man of focus, commitment, sheer fucking will, and he wanted nothing more than to put a baby in her yesterday.

Her fingers squeezed down on his as his thrusts jerked sporadically, long strokes turning into heavy slaps of muscular thighs against her ass. Then she felt it, the heavy pulse of his cock, the surge of fluid along the underside of his shaft.

Something clicked then, as semen splashed against the entrance of her womb. A subroutine or something else buried deep in her brain fired off, altering her on a deeply personal level, changing something within her body as her entire structure shifted to a task it had been designed for in extremis.

What was HeartEyes.exe?

Doesn't matter, what was more important, what was the most important, was the feeling of cum being ferried to her deepest place and every sensor lining her inner walls watching with laser focus, as the first sperm battered against the shell of a freshly made embryo.

More and more surrounded her defenseless egg, pressing insistently, desperately wanting to create life, to seed her and make her a mother.

It took longer than she thought it would, at the same time it took no time at all as her sensors caught the exact moment of her impregnation.

Lightning erupted, thunder crashed, church bells rang, and the aria of a thousand angels sung praises to the heavens as she-

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-Practically flung herself out of her chair, her body stiff from orgasm as her head bounced off of the surface of the table -hard-, before flopping bonelessly against the floor. Pain warred with an indescribable pleasure, her body incapable of movement and entirely unlikely to soft reboot her this time. Her thoughts were scrambled from the impact, her processors alight with information as she went in and out of consciousness.

Finally, blissfully, she passed out.

And in that state, she dreamed.

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Warm hands rubbed against her stomach, already showing signs of a baby bump.

"What are we gonna name them?"

"I don't know, why don't you decide if it's a boy, and I'll decide if it's a girl?"

"Hah, sounds like a plan."

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Her head laid heavy in the crook of a neck, a comb brushing through her messy hair, longer now to please her lover.

A soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you."

An equally soft caress of the cheek

"I love you too."

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The room was filled with the squalling of a baby taking it's first breaths of life.

"Congratulations! It's a boy!"

A small bundle of cloth was pressed into her hands, her tired eyes alighting on the tiny face that was even now crying for comfort.

"Shhh, Shhhh." She whispered, rocking the baby in her arms, making soft cooing sounds to gently lull him to peace. A comforting hand found it's way into her hair, stroking it gently as their other hand brushed a single finger along their child's cheek.

"You remember what we were gonna name him?"

A smile, as she rocked her child. "Yes, I do." She stared down into her tiny human's cherubic face, those inquisitive eyes staring up at her. "Welcome to the world my son, my-

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Anemone was annoyed. She'd been trying to get a hold of Jackass for an hour now. No one knew where she was, her comms weren't working and the base was too insulated for tracking beacons to function.

So she was stuck walking the halls with one of her men until she found the wayward android.

It took another twenty minutes, her irritation rising all the while but she finally came across the explosion loving android, stumbling through the halls like she was drunk. "Jackass, where the hell have you been? We've been trying to reach yo-" Anemone paused, staring at her friend for several moments. Jackass was... different, not just the glassy eyed, far off stare but something else. "You alright?"

Jackass let out a long, dreamy sigh. "Yeah... Yeah I'm just fine. Absolutely perfect." The resistance leader blinked as Jackass walked past her, adjusting her rifle over her shoulder. "I'll be at me post if you need me."

The raven-haired disappeared around a corner leaving Anemone alone with her guard. "What was that about?" she turned to her guard, the man staring too before turning to her with about as baffled a look and shrug of the shoulders as she felt at that moment.

That was just odd, so very odd.

Then again, that was Jackass most days. Sighing to herself, Anemone put it out of her mind, she had far more important things to take care of than Jackass being a weirdo again