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You two had been at this for longer than you could bother keeping track of. Somewhere in there you think you passed out just to sleep, but when you opened your eyes again, P03 was still there. So, it wasn't much of a reprieve from the game for either of you, clearly.
The current match left you in a thinking mood, but not about the cards at play. You pieced your spotty memory together, as if it would reveal to you some critical information that would save you from having to restart this fight again. While stuck in your head, something rattled amongst your items, making your ears perk up. Something had moved just in the corner of your vision as well, you thought, but, looking now, you had no idea what it could have been. Perhaps P03 had tried giving you some sort of hint after getting tired of waiting, but that would mean you missed its suggestion, and you weren't looking forward to what would come next if it had to get more forceful about making you play.
Your hand pushed around the items to get a good look at them for the tenth time, only to discover a new and baffling addition to the toolset. You glance over at the Scrybe of Technology, then back down when you only meet its usual bored expression.
The new item in front of you is pink, which was the very first thing you noticed thanks to it being an entirely foreign color here, although the chilly lighting still sapped some of its vibrancy. Secondly... well, your robotic opponent wouldn't put it delicately, so why should you - it was very obviously a bullet vibrator. There it rested, compactly shaped, smooth all over, and coated in inviting silicone versus the oppressive metal that surrounded you.
You pick it up. P03 makes a noise.
"What is this?" You ask, looking either to make sure this is a real thing that's happening or to call whatever sick bluff P03 is pulling; you're not quite sure yet.
"That is a vibrator. Have you never seen one before?" Not even the slightest change, just the usual amount of twitchiness in P03's display that you had grown accustomed to.
"And what is it doing here, with my items?" Got you now, asshole.
"You were taking an unusually long time to make another one of your ill-conceived moves. So, while you were corralling your handful of brain cells, I created a plan to reinvigorate you." Ok, maybe you were wrong about it not beating around the bush.
"Do tell me how your plan goes. I fear I'm much too simple to put it together myself." Your expression sours; you were not in the right mood to listen to P03 jerk off to its own intelligence.
"I was getting there. It's a simple plan, really, based on facts I've seen apply to nearly all beasts." You tap your foot. "You will put that in your pants -or wherever you like, really, I don't care- and I will use it to reward you when you're doing well in the game."
You take it in, all of it. Its now still, satisfied expression, the subtle weight of the toy still resting in your hand, the numbness that had settled into your legs from sitting here so long. After enough time has passed for you to be sure it's not bullshitting you, you stand and look into the doorway towards the inspection hall. "I'll be back."
"No you won't." You look back at it, one of your eyebrows already cocked. "You're not allowed to leave in the middle of a battle. Besides, I can see what's happening in every room here. You might as well do whatever you need to right where you are."
You try not to frown too deeply as you realize it's right, as well as what you are about to do because of it. After sitting back down, you unzip your pants and find the noise much too loud, or perhaps the room too quiet. The moment stretched on even as you shut your eyes to block out the figure in front of you. You shifted in your seat and slipped the device into just the right place, moved a little to confirm that it was all good, then forced yourself back into reality.
Ok, so this was happening. It didn't look exactly like what you had once spitefully envisioned while getting off under a mountain of blankets while trying to fight off the cold and rest, but that wasn't your fault. You wouldn't have guessed that this scenario was even within the realm of possibility if prompted to in some equally strange wager.
Whatever, all that mattered is that it worked. Not for the first few turns after you got it, but when you finally got the draw you were praying for and the synergy started to show, a low rumble manifested just as unexpectedly and pleasantly.
It was nice to feel the buzz of a vibrator after so long in this factory and all the frustration of this day's play, but it also wasn't helping you keep your head straight, making the whole thing run counter to P03's stated mission. Still, with both the determination not to get set back again and the need to get some more 'incentive' from P03, you steeled yourself for the next few turns.
Blow for blow, your luck turned stale frustratingly fast, then edged you with some progress only for a new problem to rear its head. The nerves from it all made your hands sweat a little when drawing another card, but sweet Scrybe in the sky there was no more need for that stress as you saw what you had pulled and the winning strategy immediately clicked into place in your hazy head.
The 'ching' of robobucks being counted that once gave you that much needed kick of dopamine now just signaled an eagerly anticipated spike in vibration intensity. Once out of the battle you couldn't even force yourself to move into one more room; you were wiped out.
"... Do you want more?" P03's voice shot straight through the fantasy bubble you had begun building now that you were free, but at least it came bearing promise. Still, you were skeptical.
"I don't want to start another encounterrr." You whined more than you would've liked while trying to maneuver in the space between growing numb from the vibration and being so cautious that you start losing progress.
"It's a simple yes or no question." It insisted.
"Yes, P03..." You give in, too tired and distracted to fight it with words.
"Stand up. Come to my side of the table."
You zip your pants up to keep them from slipping off and walk around the table, keeping one hand over it in case the stimulation and lack of use come together to knock your legs out from under you. P03 taps on the table with its hand and you gladly sit down on it. Your body cuts into the hologram playing board for a moment before P03 turns it off.
"Continuing the game with you like this wouldn't be productive for either of us."
"Yeah, but you were the one who started it."
"No, I don't think I was, but I have the advantage of perfect memory and rationality, so I don't blame you for thinking differently."
"That's a first. Anyhow, you said you were going to, uh, do more?" It was difficult to snap back into the mood when it got all gloat-y.
"Indeed I did, but first, I have a riddle for you."
"Oh come on! P-"
"Now now, it's very simple. It won't be a challenge, even for you. I just need you to tell me who the best Scrybe is."
You close your eyes and fight against letting out the biggest sigh ever witnessed. "... This is low, even for you."
"Entirely irrelevant to the question." It lowers the speed of the vibrations to the faintest rumble.
"Ugh... You are."
"I'm what?"
"The Scrybe of Technology is the best one." You grumble.
"Correct! Took you a while to get there, but I knew you could do it."
You continue to frown and watch it hover lower before pulling out a box containing a variety of familiar items. Then, you hear a click and see a hidden compartment pop out from the lower half of the chest. It's full of equally colorful but vastly more explicitly shaped items compared to the vibe. P03 notes your stunned staring.
"Anything catch your eye, or are you just gawking, as usual?"
You want to ask why it has all this stuff, but you hold your tongue for the moment. "Just pick whichever one feels best."
"You should know that's subjective to each person." Wait, but how did it know that? Dammit, not the time.
"Fine, fine, uhh..." You search visually for the least intimidating object in the drawer, then finally land on a gently ridged toy with a slightly bulbous head and a white handle. You point it out.
"Good choice." But didn't it just say- "And now I'll throw in a selection of my own."
"Wh- Why only now?"
"Because before you wanted something you would like. This, however, is punishment for all those horrible games you subjected me to." It quickly locates and pulls out two rubber-tipped clamps linked by a thin chain. You hadn't even seen those in there before.
Despite a twinge of nervousness, you don't protest its choice, though you aren't proactive about helping it either. It's fucking cold in here; you're not taking off your shirt for as long as you can help it!
"You do understand what these are for, right?" Dammit.
"Yes… buuuut can I just have them under my shirt, pleeease?" Maybe you'd be more eager to strip if it had heating in here, but the factory was just left of being purpose-built as an environment inhospitable for 'beasts,' of which you are one.
"If that's what it takes to get this over with." It was its idea in the first place!!
P03 moves in on you with startling speed when paired with how close it got; you almost thought it was going to ram straight into you, and not in the fun way. It dropped the items and some lube on the table next to you before pushing your coat aside and hiking up your shirt, sending a deep shiver through your chest from the cold. "Hold this."
You take the hem of your shirt out of its claw and in-between your teeth without a second thought, which goes without commentary, but the way it lingers in place for a moment too long conveys a message of its own.
Moving on, P03 carefully picks up one of the clamps and moves it over to loom just above your left nipple. "Tell me if these are too tight."
"I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?" You manage to say, although it's muffled a fair bit.
"It is, but I'd rather not have you injured. I'm not like that brute, Leshy." Apparently the blood was so bad between them that it couldn't even fuck someone without thinking of that guy. More awkward questions best left for later.
You yelp as it suddenly releases the clamp and a biting pain hits you. After a few seconds it starts to feel less bad, but the surprise left you bitter.
"I keep telling you to think ahead, Challenger." The way it says that makes you want to growl. Sure, you're not a challenger anymore, merely a player, but it's as if the very concept of you posing a challenge to begin with is worthy of mockery.
That impotent frustration is the last thing on your mind before it clips on the second clamp. This time you manage to hold back your voice, but your face still pinches.
"You can let go now." You release a long breath as you let your shirt fall out of your mouth, a patch of it damp and cold against your skin from saliva. "The hard part is over for you now. Lucky." P03 rests its hand on your thigh for an instant before you let your legs fall open. The teasing buzz between them throughout all this wearing away at your sense of rebellion. "So now you want to be agreeable."
"Shut uuuup." You roll your head back but are soon rolling your hips to help P03 tug your pants down.
"Apologies, let me sugarcoa- rephrase that." You still have your underwear on and P03 starts to press its claw up against your junk. The touch is both gentle and uncomfortable. It's light and buzzy from the vibrator, but all edges and cool metal at the same time. Regrettably, you find yourself angling your hips up into it. "You're doing well. I like it when you act good for me." It's weird, it sounds weird to hear that in that voice, as obvious of a tease as it is. "I am rewarding you because you did well." But did you? If your luck had run even a little bit worse that last battle- "So, what do you want me to do to you?"
"Fuck me." It tumbles out of you effortlessly, mindlessly. Your arms, resting behind you and holding up your weight, shudder slightly. "I want you to fuck me, please." You raise your legs a bit and dare to turn your eyes back to P03's face, unsure of what you expected besides the subtly self-satisfied expression it always put on when getting what it wanted. Something about that made your pulse stutter.
"I suppose I can do that." It reaches beside you to awkwardly uncap the bottle of lubricant and pour out a thick stream onto your chosen toy, letting a fair bit of it slip off and pool around the device. It was the first time you'd seen it make a mess of its own accord.
"Oh yeah." You breathe out happily as it yanks your underwear down your legs and you wiggle them the rest of the way off. Finally, P03 picks up the dripping toy and teases it against you, clearly relishing the power of having you spayed and shaking in anticipation.
"Ok, but what if I just… didn't?" Its claw retreats the slightest bit and that's the last straw.
"Screw you, P03!" You double forward and reach between your legs to grab its arm, pulling it forward suddenly and forcing the head of the toy inside of you.
P03's expression turns to one of surprise as it's jerked towards you, but a more conventional smirk returns quickly enough. "That desperate?"
"Yes! Why else would I be doing this?"
"Now that's a bad strategy." Its smirk grows wider as it eases the toy deeper into you.
"What?" You slowly release its arm and return to your previous resting position.
"Lying, to me specifically, in my factory."
In response to your flushed but unamused face, it pulls up a camera feed of a familiar bundle of blankets in a corner of the factory. Something is writhing under them. You recognize what this is before it even starts to turn up the volume of the recording. You start to hear your own moans just as P03 turns the toy's vibration on, like some sick joke with your twitching body as the punchline.
"Ok, ok, I remember, stop!"
"Do you? You know, I'm very invested in you enjoying this. If you're frustrated with me even after we're done here, that isn't productive for anyone." It leans in closer and fast-forwards, then turns the volume up even higher for good measure.
You thought you were being quiet. You thought it would be fine, that it couldn't possibly hear… but, then again, you only let it slip because the idea of getting caught was so tantalizing. At the time, in your head, you were imagining being much more forceful with the robot, but over the recording, all anyone could possibly take away is the sight and sound of you jerking under that pile of blankets while moaning P03's name. "So, did you really only take this offer the near instant I presented it to you purely out of desperation?"
"I fuckin' hate you so much."
"Entirely. Irrelevant. You really need to fo-"
"Focus more, I get it! Augh!" It stopped moving until you gave it an answer, and you cracked much too quickly. "I think you're hot, fine, sue me! You're still a total prick, and none of this is helping your case."
"You're not stupid enough to think I care about any of that." It finally switched away from that damn video, but its face was hardly any more welcome.
"No, so let's get this over with, can we?" The vibration returns and it only needs to push a little deeper in before hitting your sweet spot, infuriating you even more knowing that P03 had stopped so close to it. It probably wasn't intentional, though, 'everyone is different' and all, but it sure knew now.
The sound of your moaning and the squish of lubricant drowned the ambient hum of machinery, freeing you from it for the first time in ages. But soon enough, another annoyance cropped up in its place, as if to set things back into balance, and for once it didn't come in the form of P03's smug voice.
No matter how much you begged 'more' or how you shifted your hips, something was too off to let you cum from the penetration alone, and P03 only had the one hand. It was an easy enough fix, even if it meant you had to work a little when this was meant to be your one chance to take a load off. You grab the vibe that had tumbled out onto the table when your underwear was removed and pressed it into juuust the right spot to get you on track towards orgasm. Your leg kicks and stays bouncing a little without anything to rest on, so you put them both by P03's sides. Its eyes flicker and turn towards the right in recognition before returning to between your legs. It looks focused, but that won't do. "Enjoying the change of pace? You getting to gawk for once?"
"I am doing no such thing. I'm following your request to the letter, and you're still not done." You smile wearily at its indignance. "I'm only glad you finally started to help."
"Because you o-"
"Because you're so picky."
"... The fact I'm fucking you is clear evidence to the contrary."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
It had leaned in without you realizing, and you almost feel like it didn't intend it either. This would be the perfect time to kiss it if that wasn't a phenomenally stupid and impossible idea… stupid, huh.
You move your arm out from behind you and wobble a bit before grabbing the back of P03's head, catching it off guard for the second time and nearly sending both of your faces crashing into each other. Instead, you both catch yourselves, but not too far away to keep you from planting a surprisingly chaste kiss on its screen.
"Y/N!" Aw, that was the first time it had bothered using your name. "STOP SLOBBERING OVER ME IMMEDIATELY."
"Aw, but I haven't even started the slobbering part." Your joke goes unappreciated, but instead it is dubiously rewarded by a sharp increase in vibration speed and how roughly P03 rocks the dildo in and out of you. "Ah! Ow!" You hold onto P03 even harder, but there isn't much to grip onto.
"I'm not hurting you." The speed slows down suddenly, then ramps back up again, alternating like this for a short while. "And excuse me for not wanting to play around when we could be working towards transcendence." What was it talking about? You were so close to its speakers but weren't listening to any of what it was saying, not until suddenly all the stimulation stopped and your wrist was caught in its claw. "Let go of me."
That, you understood perfectly well, and complied with. Freed from your feeble interference, it moved away from you and over to your left, the table putting some room between you both.
"Tell me EXACTLY what you need."
You were still processing this change, but managed a reply. "I don't know the RPMs or whatever, but where we were at before you got mad was working well."
It remained quiet and eased both toys back up to the speed you requested. Without it there, you had to handle the other toy too, but it wasn't so bad, especially since it was still right where you wanted it. Knowing you were being watched and P03 presumably wasn't even enjoying it made you antsy, but you managed to shove it into the back of your mind for long enough to get near the edge. You still moaned with a bit more vigor than you would without an audience as you finally reached orgasm, but after that, you were out of the game.
You put the toys back onto the table where that puddle of lube still was, then you laid back and let your muscles go lax.
It was still there, you could hear the faint sounds of its body's systems running off to your left. Eventually, it even started to tap its claw on the table, the petulant little shit.
"So, what was that at the end, huh?" You ask to make use of the downtime.
"What was what?"
"No, you don't get to play dumb. Why'd you throw that little bitch-fit after it was going so well? Was a kiss really that far over the line? You still have lube on your hand."
"You wouldn't like it if someone…" it stalled, searching for the words in real time. "You should have asked. You value politeness enough to point out when I'm rude, so you should know better."
"Yeah, dude, that's still not cutting it explanation-wise, but you're right that I shouldn't have assumed you'd be cool with it." You think about peeling yourself off the metal table, then decide against it, even as the slickness between your legs takes on the cold of the air around you. "Did you at least have fun before that?"
"Yes, albeit not in the same manner as you did."
"I can tell."
"No, besides physical satisfaction." You wiggle about to try and get control of all your limbs back as P03 speaks. "Let's see how to explain it… I have no need for sexual contact on my own, but I find it has a way of making people recognize how great I am."
"Ok, now you've got to know that you're milking this." And it wasn't great enough to finish you off on its own, but whatever. It was about time you went back to being annoyed with it.
"Of course, but if a strategy works, there is no reason not to use it."
"Hmph, that sure sounds like you." You push yourself up and tentatively test putting weight onto your feet while still braced against the table.
"Perhaps it will take some time before it works again." You promptly look over at it, wondering if it really just said what you'd heard.
"Oh, so I didn't fuck up so bad that another round is off the table?"
"No, for the most part this was still an amusing experience, even if it was, ultimately, a distraction."
"Seems like a distraction you have lots of experience indulging in, if all those toys are any indication." Speaking of toys, those clamps! You hadn't thought about that aching for so long that you were worried they really were too tight and had made you go numb, but when you agitated your shirt to hastily take them off, the sting you were greeted by was enough to assuage those fears.
"Believe me, those items have not seen use for quite some time."
"Oh yeah? They're not why your workers were so loyal to you?" You smirk while trying to ignore your aching chest.
"What? No. I have no such relationship with any of them." Had. It had no such relationship, unless their ai had been backed up into the game rather than simply mimicked?
"And who did you have that kind of relationship with?"
"The only people worth being cordial with at the time; the other scrybes, of course."
Your brain metaphorically short-circuits as you stand there, floored and nude from the waist down.
"For @%$&'s sake, quit gawking and put your pants back on." Two little dashes appear on its screen to indicate a blush in addition to its frustration, a curious detail to let you in on. Though, as your brain boots back up, you can guess at why it would be embarrassed over this particular topic.
"Ok, uh..." You sluggishly begin to gather and put back on your clothes. "I'll try not to think about how a robot and a tree with eyes 'made love.'" You couldn't help yourself; giving you even an inch of sincerity was a horrible play.
"You're cleaning the table as well. I'm going to do some maintenance, since you told my workers to sacrifice themselves. Do not follow me."
"You're the one who told me to-!" Aaaand it was already gone. Had it only moved slowly before for dramatic effect or something? Whatever, it didn't matter, you had a table to clean and invasive questions to think of.