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Uzi glared at the mirror in front of her, both hands on the sink as she let out artificial breaths. Her purple eye lights glared with a sharp intensity, contrasting against the rest of the gloomy school restroom in the background.
She.
Was.
Done.
Ever since she’d arrived at the school, her interactions with people had been nothing but insults, mockery, and cruel pranks. Most of the class seemed determined to single her out today even more than they had last week—and though the emo girl had grown used to the constant bullying, she was nearing her breaking point.
Just last period, Chad and his goons had stolen her backpack and dumped her notebooks into the trash while she was getting lunch. For good measure, they’d poured their drinks into the can, soaking and ruining her notes and the schematics for her railgun. Everyone around Uzi had either laughed or looked away, and she’d bolted—running all the way to a forgotten restroom buried deep within the school.
The damage to her notebooks was irreplaceable. She had to redraw the entirety of her plans from scratch. And the day wasn’t even over yet.
To say Uzi was angry was a massive understatement.
She needed to destress badly, hands shaking as she attempted to calm herself. The emo could go out and punch Chad for his transgression, yet she knew it would only earn her another suspension–her “father” didn’t need to know that.
Uzi didn’t know what else to do outside of sitting here and moping. Maybe she should skip class, or just go home early. Who cared at the end of the day?
“Damnit…”
The worker spat out a low curse as she hung her head back down, sighing in resignation.
At least she was alone here.
Creak!
The exit door suddenly swung open, Uzi’s head snapping to the sound as her eyes locked onto a figure entering the restroom.
“Ugh. It’s you.”
Her eye twitched at the annoyed voice coming from the pink-eyed, blonde cheerleader currently glaring at her from where the door was.
“Robo God…” She thought to herself, tacking on a groan. “As if my day couldn't get any worse…”
Uzi gritted her teeth as she spoke. “What are you doing here, Lizzy?”
It was a voice of exhaustion and barely masked anger, yet the cheerleader simply scoffed, crossing her arms.
“I could be asking the same about you, freak.”
She swallowed the sting of the barb and forced herself upright, ready to face her worst nemesis. “Look, I-” She sighed, shaking her head.
“...Can you just leave me alone?”
It was a simple request—Uzi had no desire to be trapped in the same room as that uptight prude, especially not today. Sharing every class with her was already unbearable. At least Lizzy seemed to be alone; her pack of sycophants hadn’t followed her into the restroom. Maybe Lizzy actually needed to be here… but that didn’t mean Uzi wanted to share the space.
Regardless, Lizzy rolled her eyes before giving the emo a hard glare.
“Uhhh, no? I like, actually need this space to put on my makeup, and I’m not gonna do that with someone like you. You might contaminate it with your weirdness.”
The insults, though simple and petty, were steadily pushing Uzi over the edge. The one time she finally had privacy, this stupid glitch just had to ruin it. Balling her fists, she decided to drop all pretenses of being respectful.
“Lizzy, fuck off. I’ve had a really shitty day, and you’re the last person I wanna see right now. Do your makeup somewhere else."
The cheerleader’s eyes slightly widened in surprise at her abrasiveness, yet immediately hardened at the challenge. “Exucse me, who do you think you are? You think I’m gonna be insulted by some lowlife emo midget? I can get my dad to dock your grades, freak!”
“Screw you!” Uzi snarled. “And screw your bullshit! I’ve had it with everyone here constantly putting me down, especially you! All I wanted was a little privacy from everything going on out there, and of course you had to ruin it! Leave me alone!”
“Jeez, what’s gotten into you?!” Lizzy took a step back before a look of realization flickered to her face, slowly morphing into a mocking grin. “Oh wait a minute…don’t tell me this is about what happened at lunch!”
Letting out a giggle, the cheerleader ignored the emo tensing up in rage. “That was like, so pathetic, crying and kicking over a few dumb notebooks! Like, you know you can get new ones right? It’s not rocket science!
“Though I will admit, you really did look like a big crybaby in front of everyone today. I totally wished I could’ve recorded your dumb face and show how much of a loser you real-”
She never managed to finish her sentence.
Crash!
A screaming Uzi tackled Lizzy to the ground, the sound of clattering metal echoing inside the room. Eyes alight in fury, the emo slapped and punched the cheerleader with wild abandon, disregarding all pretense of playing nice.
Her limit had finally been broken, and there was no holding back anymore–damn the consequences.
To her credit, Lizzy didn’t just lie there and take it. Gritting her teeth, she drove her fist into the emo’s visor, knocking her off and sending her sprawling onto the floor beside her.
Physical violence was usually far beneath the preppy drone; she prided herself on staying pristine. But Uzi’s reckless attack had crossed a line. Rage boiled up, and Lizzy decided the brat needed a lesson—one she should have delivered ages ago.
She lunged at Uzi, and the two of them tumbled across the filthy tiles, trading punches, kicks, and desperate grabs. They shouted curses and insults nonstop, their bodies crashing into sinks, stalls, and walls as they grappled on the floor—neither drone surrendering an inch.
The struggle dragged them toward the center of the room, the two drones locked in a frantic grapple before Uzi finally managed to slam Lizzy onto her back and climb on top of her. The cheerleader grunted, twisting beneath her and driving a knee into Uzi’s pelvis. Uzi swallowed the pain and grabbed fistfuls of Lizzy’s red top, tearing the fabric as she fought to pin her to the floor.
“Y-You stupid glitch!” Lizzy growled, digging her knee further against Uzi. “You know how expensive this uniform was?! Your ass is so dead when my dad finds out!”
“Bite me!” Uzi shoved her down further, ignoring the hands clawing at her face. “Just s-shut up!”
“Or what? You're gonna keep hitting me?! C’mon, do your worst!” Lizzy goaded, still writhing underneath the emo’s grip. “You’re gonna be in a shitload of trouble when you get outta here! I’ll make sure everyone knows what you did, and you’ll never be able to let it down. I’ll make sure of it…”
Lizzy continued ranting as she realized how she could destroy what was left of Uzi’s reputation, finally cementing her reputation as an outcast for good. Everyone would be sympathetic to her, and she would gain even more followers as a result.
For her, this was it. This was how she could win.
Uzi was done with Lizzy’s ranting. She just wanted the girl to shut up already. Punching her wouldn’t help—worker drones were built to take far worse, and Lizzy would only revel in the attention. Still, that grating, nasally voice kept drilling into her skull, pushing her toward the edge as she tried to think of some way—any way—to shut her up.
So without thinking, she did.
Leaning down, the worker gripped Lizzy’s face in place, closed her eyes…
And kissed her.
It wasn’t slow, gentle, or remotely romantic. Uzi just crashed her mouth against Lizzy’s, using the motion as the fastest way to cut her off mid-tirade. Lizzy’s eyes went wide as a muffled yelp escaped her, trapped in a lip-lock with the last drone she’d ever choose to be this close to.
She should’ve shoved the emo off, broken free, done anything.
And yet… she didn’t.
They remained like this for a little while, lips locked as their bodies were frozen.
Suddenly Uzi’s eyes widened in shock, instantly pulling away from the blonde.
“O-Oh fuck-”
Both drones locked eyes in shock and embarrassment, blushes overtaking their visors.
Internally, they were screaming at themselves, especially Uzi.
“Why did I do that?! Why did I think that was a good idea?! I JUST WANTED HER TO SHUT UP! FUCK!”
On the other hand, Lizzy found herself unable to think. Sure, she was panicking as well, yet for some reason didn't freak out so much about her status or popularity should they be discovered.
No…rather, she was focused on the incredibly confusing feelings brewing inside her core.
“She…She kissed me. She kissed me.
“...That was my first kiss.”
The blonde blushed harder at the thought.
“I hate her guts, she hates mine…and she kissed me…and she was on top?!”
Anger suddenly surged through Lizzy, engulfing her mind as she opened her mouth for the first time since they’d finished.
“You…You’re a horrible kisser.”
Uzi’s gay panic came to an abrupt halt, replaced instead by offense at the girl’s remark.
“E-Excuse me?!” She snarled, eyes narrowing at the jab.
Lizzy scoffed, meeting her glare. “You heard me! Even the human corpses outside can kiss better than you."
“Says you, fish lips!”
“Fish lips?!”
A tic mark formed in the cheerleader’s visor as she gritted her teeth.
“Oh, you bitch.”
“Whatcha gonna do, huh?” Uzi taunted with a smirk. “Whatcha–MMPH!”
Lizzy grabbed her head and slammed their lips together once more, tongues immediately meeting and fighting for dominance like two beasts. Muffled moans and grunts emanated from their mouths, both girls grappling each other for better grip as they aggressively made out on the floor.
One of Uzi’s hands yanked down what was left of the cheerleader uniform, revealing Lizzy’s unprotected core and shaped silicone breasts to the exposed air. Simultaneously, the blonde’s knee ground against the emo’s pelvic hatch, rubbing against it and causing her to shudder and moan.
Their minds went completely blank, the fight from earlier forgotten in place of a new, more fiery passion they had just discovered…and neither drone could get enough of it.
The drones eventually separated with a wet pop, a bridge of saliva connecting their lips. Panting, Uzi glanced down at Lizzy’s exposed core, staring at it for a second before reaching down and laying her palm against the glass. In response, she made a high-pitched whine, throwing her head back and arching her spine.
“Robo-God, you sound so pathetic!” Uzi laughed in spite of herself, groping the soft mounds near the core. “You’re even more of a virgin than meeEEAAAH!”
Uzi’s hatch clicked open as she spoke, the knee now freely rubbing against it. The sensation ripped through the short drone, causing her to slip off Lizzy once more.
Lifting herself back onto shaky knees, Uzi glanced at the blonde doing the same, glaring daggers at her despite the blush.
“T-Trashy emo whore…” She growled out, causing the other to reciprocate.
“Stupid preppy slut…”
“Fuck you.”
Lizzy ripped off the remnants of her top, while also pushing her skirt down her legs.
“You think you’re still better than me, huh? A pathetic nobody like you? I’m not gonna let that fly. Not after what you did.”
Without thinking, Uzi lifted her head up in defiance.
“Alright, bet. You’re probably all show–no game in bed. Probably never fucked anyone in your life either. A virgin, just like me.”
With that, she threw off her jacket and shirt, joining the pile on the floor. Her purple core glowed brightly, situated between two smaller grey breasts. Both naked drones continued to glare at each other, anger slowly building back up with each second.
It wasn’t clear who made the first move, but Uzi and Lizzy met in the middle, grappling each other as they locked lips once more. Pushing against each other, neither side yielded ground, as the taller drone found that the emo was incredibly stubborn to her advances. Seething, she lowered a hand to Uzi’s open hatch, sticking three fingers inside her folds before rubbing vigorously.
“MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Liquid splashed out, and Uzi was forced to break the kiss as she moaned, leaning her body back. Lizzy gave her an evil grin, still thrusting into her clit.
“W-What did I say, whoooOOAAA!”
Uzi cut her off via her own hand shooting towards the cheerleader's own open hatch, mashing her fingers within her walls. Both girls moaned in hatred and ecstasy, keeping the aggressive tempo as the floor breaths grew slick.
Ripping her hand out, Uzi scooted forward, smashing her own mounds against Lizzy’s hard. Their hips collided with a clack, and the goth shoved her fingers into the blonde’s mouth.
“Shut up and lick!”
Lizzy growled but complied, her tongue flexing over Uzi’s fingers nonstop. In return, she began rubbing her port against the emo’s, causing her to shudder once more at the contact.
Pop!
The cheerleader unceremoniously spat out Uzi’s fingers.
“G-Gross…I probably got cooties from y-your disgusting hand.”
“Good, I-I hope they stick.”
“Bitch!”
Lizzy slammed into her pelvis once more, causing the purple worker to moan. “Is that the best you got?! Look at you! PATHETIC!”
She smacked into her again and again, hoping to wear down Uzi’s defenses with each motion. Rather than backing down though, the emo rose to the challenge, meeting her in the middle with her own thrusts.
“Grrrr! You should’ve left me ALONE!”
Clack! Clack Clack!
Polymer plates smashed into each other as liquid continued leaking out, both drones increasing their tempo. They attempted to keep glaring at each other, yet the immense wave of pleasure kept them moaning nonstop. The occasional curse and insult was traded, but they saved their energy for the ruthless grinding and thrusting instead.
Hands shot out, groping silicone breasts and brushing over the glowing cores in between, sparks zapping between contact. Their visors glitched uncontrollably with warnings and static, yet still they pushed onwards, disregarding the signs.
Uzi grunted furiously, holding onto one of Lizzy’s breasts. The cheerleader stuck her thumb into the other’s mouth in response, gritting her teeth. Locking eyes, they managed to scowl at each other one last time before the inevitable happened.
CLACK!
With a final plate collision, both girls simultaneously came all over themselves and the floor, their ports profusely leaking. Bringing their moist bodies together once more, their lips slammed into each other as they deepened their kiss, tongues twisting and twirling inside their mouths in one final fight.
Ten long seconds passed before they finally loosened their grips, drifting back from each other’s faces. Without further adieu, both girls collapsed to the ground, slits still leaking as they came to rest facing one another, chests heaving as they panted in exhaustion.
Neither said a word, both frozen and blushing furiously as their minds finally caught up, crashing them into the realization of what they’d just done.
Uzi spoke first, sounding like someone fresh from a warzone.
“Wh… what…”
Lizzy, equally fried, completed it:
“…the fuck?”
Neither drone could speak, frozen in place as they stared at each other. Then Uzi’s core lurched, panic flooding her system as she realized her life had just veered into something she could never undo.
She had sex with one of her biggest bullies.
“Holy shit…”
Confused, terrified, aroused–this was only a fraction of the myriad of emotions she was feeling, threatening to overwhelm her at any second.
Struggling to find words, it took the emo some time to finally complete her sentence.
“You…You’re not gonna tell anyone…right?”
Lizzy didn’t answer right away. In the stretching silence, Uzi’s stomach twisted, bracing for the blonde to laugh… or worse, use this against her. Someone as influential as Lizzy could easily ruin what remained of Uzi’s reputation in the colony—even in her father’s eyes.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did I do that? Why didn’t we stop? Why did it feel so good?! She’s totally gonna blackmail me, I know it! Damnit, damnit, DAMN-”
“...No.”
The single, breathless word brought her thoughts to a screeching halt.
“I won't tell anyone at all…as long as you don’t say anything.”
Though her tone hardened near the end, it was clear Lizzy was struggling to process everything too—and that, somehow, she felt the same way about the emo lying beside her.
It took several seconds more before Uzi finally responded.
“Okay…I won’t.”
“Good.”
They lay there longer, still gazing at each other, not making any attempt to dress as their systems cooled.
“Y’know…you still like, totally suck. I’m never gonna change that when it comes to you, freak.”
The emo rolled her eyes, letting out a humorless chuckle at Lizzy’s remark.
“Feeling’s mutual, bimbo.”
The two shared another small chuckle before Lizzy’s gaze softened—a shift that caught the short drone off guard.
“For what it’s worth though…you were pretty good…I guess.”
A blush flared across her visor again, and she quickly looked away. Uzi’s jaw fell open, her mind freezing as she struggled to process it before forcing out a single word.
“...Thanks.”
They turned from one another, visors awash in pink and purple, as the weight of years spent in mutual disdain and avoidance suddenly shifted in their minds. Their processors whirred audibly, both drones reconsidering everything they thought they knew about each other despite their current appearance.
“...Oh my Robo–God.”
The new voice caused both girls to gasp, heads snapping towards the now open exit–and the pair of hollow cyan eye lights staring back.
“R-Rebecca…?”
The blue haired drone did not respond, simply gawking at the emo loser and her “bestie” laying next to each other, completely naked, ports exposed to the elements.
Nobody spoke, unable to think or even move like deers in headlights. Uzi and Lizzy stared up at her with panic–filled eyes, blushing furiously the entire time.
Rebecca stood there for a few more seconds before her hand slowly reached to her pocket, pulling out her phone. Lizzy’s jaw dropped, realizing what was happening.
“W-Wait…WAI-”
A bright white camera flash, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps as the door slammed shut, the other cheerleader booking it as fast as she could. Simutaniously, both girls instantly realized what happened, sheer terror overtaking their expressions.
And just like that, all hell broke loose.
“H-HEY! HEY! G-GET BACK OVER HERE, YOU BACKSTABBING GLITCH!”
Lizzy scrambled to her feet, hand shooting back and grasping Uzi’s jacket without a second thought, throwing it over herself as she stumbled forward.
“I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU! H-HOW DARE YOU DO THIS AFTER EVERYTHING! Y-YOU’RE NOT INVITED TO OUR TABLE ANYMORE, TRAITOR!”
For her part, Uzi also shot up, grabbing her shirt as anger and shame coursed through her wires.
“BLUEBERRY BITCH! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Both drones immediately barged through the door so hard it fell off its hinges with a bang! Boots thudded on the ground as they relentlessly pursued the fleeing Rebecca, throwing insults and curses the entire time.
Neither of them cared about dignity anymore–not when their days got so much worse!