Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ve been holding out on a Joll smut piece for a while because I wanted to get to a certain point in their story before I released it. However… I figure you’re not here for plot development this time, so have at it. Or watch the girls have at it, I guess :]
NSFW WARNING < just in case you missed that this is a smut piece and is NOT an actual update to Second Chances
A dream. At least, it feels like one. I’m standing somewhere entirely unfamiliar to me — a place that looks like the pictures Papa showed me of Copper 9 before its collapse. Yet, the trees look different, and there isn’t a building in sight, just a wide expanse of waving grass with a forest skirting along its edge. The wind blows and the entire field ripples like the surface of water. It’s mesmerizing. I’ve never seen anything like it in my whole life.
“Doll?” I startle at the familiar voice. J turns from examining the shining daylight sky of puffy white clouds, stepping closer to me.
It’s definitely a dream. We’d both be burning out here otherwise.
“Yes?” She paces up to me and looks me over thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen you here before…” I glance around the strange beautiful place, wondering if I should try to find a way out — to leave J in peace in her own mind. I know this isn’t my dream. My dreams are never this vibrant. I must have fallen asleep in J’s head again.
In here I’m a normal worker. My hand shakes with excitement as I hold it up to the light. I have a body here. I really don’t want to leave.
J’s golden eyes widen as she reaches for my hand, also realizing what this means. I test my fingers, flexing them for a moment before taking J’s hand firmly in mine. The ghost of a smile flickers on my lips. “We can touch,” I sigh. J doesn’t stop there, though. Her fingers graze over my arm and up my neck until her palm rests on the side of my face, cupping my head gently. She looks almost spellbound as she lifts it; her head dips closer to mine. J’s other arm slips around my waist and she draws herself closer.
I’m not sure if it’s the sudden sensation of touch, or the fact that, to J, this is just another dream, but either way she’s far more daring here than she’s ever been in real life.
The disassembly drone’s mouth opens as she leans even closer — a rumble starting to hum from within her. The tips of her fangs glimmer in the sunlight.
“You’re so pretty,” she purrs before closing the distance between us. She kisses me. I open my mouth to speak and her tongue eagerly slides in, shocking me to pleasured silence.
Immediately I warn myself not to get carried away in all this. It’s only a dream to her, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Yet, it feels so good to have this after being unable to touch for so long.
I lean in and let our bodies shift against one another. The sensation of another drone against me has been a distant memory for so long that I find myself choked by emotion. When I struggle for breath, J releases me with a concerned frown — looking down at me with her arms still resting around my waist. I grasp them in an almost desperate desire for more touch. Whether I truly want this, or want this from her, becomes irrelevant to me, and I embrace the knowledge that this is nothing but a dream. Just a very vivid shared dream.
Moments later, I press my lips to hers and take on her love with sudden vigor. The pulse of a real true core thunders away in my chest, already making me giddy just to feel that sensation again. The movements of J’s tongue and mouth on mine make it thrum with life I don’t have elsewhere. Her far lengthier tongue twines around mine and I eagerly drink in the sensation.
With a hand on her tie, I tug her against me by the neck, deepening our kiss. I crave not just her but the feeling of life itself flooding my body. I’ve missed it so incredibly much.
I reach in further, desperate for more. More touch, more of a pulse, more of everything. J whines through my tongue bobbing in her throat. With a metallic creak, the mighty disassembly drone falls to her knees. I’m a head taller than her, now.
Even with the change in height, I refuse to release her. I take her chin in my hands and tilt her head upward to keep her mouth glued to mine. She struggles and moans as I take a fistful of her undershirt collar to keep her in her place — kneeling in front of me. Only after I’m satisfied, I let our lips drift apart. J pants for breath as several thick strands of saliva break away between our open mouths. They fall against her chest and drip down her chin.
J melts. The so-called terrifying murder drone begins whining softly, desperate for more. A clawed hand reaches up and grasps the back of my head. I barely kiss her lips before her mouth eagerly slips open and I press my tongue inside.
With a satisfied sigh, J’s tail curls forward. It twines itself around my body, slithering and looping against my metal shell and hooking against me at the waist. Too tempted to hold myself back, I grab the wandering thing and tug it roughly closer — pressing J’s body against mine.
Mid-whine, her soft noises build into a sudden moan. J nearly bites into my tongue with a violent shudder. I release her again and give her a sly knowing look.
My fingers tap rhythmically against the glass of J’s injector, filled with neon acid. Her eyes hollow with each clink, head slowly tilting back. J stares upward to meet my gaze as my hand slips downward to grip the malleable cord of her weaponized tail.
Grinning, I tug her tail again. J gasps out a groan and wraps her arms around my waist. Another tug, and a desperate pleading expression overtakes her, chin pressed against my exposed midsection. “D-Do it again.” I take my time threading the thin appendage through my fingers, then yank her tail a bit rougher than before.
A wild cry echoes out through the empty field. “Ahh-! Holy company standards… Wh-Why did that feel so good?! Mmgh!” I press my fingers into a fist with her tail laced through them. “Doll?” J pants. “Yes?” “Give me a second.”
Hastily, the lengthy coil loosens and allows J room to move away. She rushes to strip herself down; I impatiently interrupt with a harsh tug on her tail, still firmly in my palm. Her fingers fumble over every button; between her suit and undershirt there are quite a lot of them. She only fails so many times before giving up entirely — tearing at her undershirt until the buttons pop off of it.
By the time J’s bare, the slightest glimmer of pained tears well in her eyes from my eagerness to have her against me. With each drawn-out moment I’d put more force into pulling her tail until I could hear the slight twang of the air bending around it as it snaps taunt. Still, she never once asked me to stop.
The moment everything’s removed, J rushes to kneel in front of me again. Her bare body ruts against the skirt of my cheer outfit with fervor every time I inflict some sort of pain. The coils of her tail again constrict against me. My grip tightens with them.
Sweat glows on J’s visor as she presses her face to my stomach, whining against my body. Sighing in pleasure, I reach down and drag my fingers all the way across the length of her whip-like tail — from the base down to the nanite acid tip.
The imposing form of the murder drone vibrates against mine. She cries out with a thrust that nearly topples my balance. She’s strong, even if she doesn’t use her strength against me. I rub the stretchy rubber material between my fingers, fondling it just to watch J’s eyes grow wider. Spurred by her reaction, I reach for its base behind her and run a hand over the smooth curved plate where her tail connects to her ass. J’s arms slip from my waist with a cry.
My fingers slide against the ridge where rubber connects with metal and J nearly doubles over. Her pleased cries ring out like music to my sensors as I rub in gentle circles around the metal rim.
“D-Doll! Please, I’m going to-” J’s tail hurriedly unwinds from my body, curling in a rigid arc. The tip of its sharpened blade starts leaking acid as she leans heavily against me, out of breath. The glowing substance drips from the injectors tip, and I have to grip the sharp thing away from myself so none of the neon liquid burns through my arm. Some of it is already spattered onto my clothing. I'm forced to remove my skirt before the acid eats its way through the material.
I barely get the ruined piece of clothing off my body before J presses her face between my legs. A wave of pleasure suddenly jolts through my circuitry — ricocheting from my thighs through my spine and back. I gasp louder than I anticipate as her fangs sink into me, drawing oil. She licks away the black liquid with a monster-like tongue nearly twice as long as my own.
The way she loves is strangely.. human. I don’t even have anything down there, but they do. Lizzy and I watched a recording of humans doing something like this before, during one of our sleepovers.
I really don’t mind the change of pace in the slightest, though. The feeling, foreign as it is, is wild. With her tongue lapping at me, I can’t help but whine and press myself a bit closer against her mouth.
However, I think I must have provoked her more murderous instincts by giving her oil. J grasps my hips and feeds off my oil in the same way any other disassembly drone might’ve fed themselves off someone’s neck. Her head wedges itself hungrily between my thighs with a barely audible growl. The pressure of her jaws increases tenfold, crushing a loud cry from my chest. My legs buckle, but J holds me upright. I grip her shoulders tightly as she sinks her mouth more firmly on my exterior. “Nngh, J, oh r-robogod.”
Without warning, my solver manifests beneath my hands. J is thrown backwards with her back pressed against the ground. The disassembly drone whines — her food source taken. My oil drips from her fangs and mouth. I take a few breaths, then smile down at her, lain out across the grass in front of me.
“Oh J…” A belittling sigh exhales from my lips. I slowly lower myself over her, running a few fingers along the inside of her thigh. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked working for a reward.” Her screen flushes, and I lower my head to press my lips to the metal casing protecting her lower body from harm. I give it a hesitant lick, like she’d done to me.
“Ah!” J’s legs tense beneath my hands, then bend — her knees bumping up against me. I hold my tongue on her longer, sliding it across the glimmering surface shining with slick saliva. “D..Doll!” Her tail starts to writhe across the ground.
I run my hands lightly over her rubber midsection, nestling myself between J’s thighs. Every touch makes her shudder; each caress makes her whine. I press a kiss to the soft piece above her abdomen and feel her knees press shakily against my sides. My slightly cracked plating rubs up against her slickened one; J moans at the feeling, and I whine with the intense wave of pleasure that floods my receptors. I repeat the action, and both of us cry out at once.
I continue thrusting my plating against hers, but J’s thrashing tail is just too distracting to ignore. Mid-thrust, I snatch it out of the air and squeeze it against my palm with the same vigor, squishing the rubbery material through my fingers. J gasps out what I can only describe as a sort of wild guttural sound. I bring it with me as I move up her body — sitting over the top of her with my legs locked at her waist. I want to watch her expression as I put her tail between my teeth and bite.
J’s eyes get wide the moment it fits in my mouth. Golden glowing sweat drops down her digital brow. I bite down — not very hard, but enough to press it flat. Like squeezing water from a hose or paint from a tube, acid bursts from the end of her tail as I put pressure onto it. It gushes out quicker than before, spattering over the ground beside us. J’s back arches, her chest heaving quickly beneath me.
“Oh sweet corporate!” J cries, “Ah! A-Acceptable Use P-Policy! Company- ngh- ffffunction!” With each cry, her body thrusts and jerks against mine. Her slew of corporate nonsense cuts off with a groan as I toy with the appendage in my mouth — pressing it to my tongue, sucking on it. By the time I spit it out, J pants for breath. Her body quivers tiredly beneath her.
Shaking hands reach up and grip my thighs. “Is m-my work… satisfactory yet?” she pants. I grin, “Very.” Glimmering fangs flash in the light. J rears upward. A cry of my own tears from my throat as they sink in — cutting through the rubber protecting my waist all too easily.
Panic flutters in my chest at the sudden realization that I’m being fed on by a disassembly drone. With J’s mouth on my midsection I can feel her teeth prod through my body. Her long canines drift between my organs and wires as J repositions. They pierce the oil reserves below my stomach and her face flickers into a savage ‘X’. If this were anything but a dream I’d be in excruciating pain right now. The knowledge of it scares me as much as it excites me.
Clutching her face with a hand on each jaw, I pry J off me. She snarls, fangs still extended, dripping oil everywhere between us. For reasons unknown to even myself, when I see her growling oil-lusting face my heated fear steels into something rigid and cold. A near manic giggle bubbles from my throat as I press my lips to her fanged maw. With my tongue running over hers, J’s snarls soften into whining. My own oil seeps into my mouth, but I could care less.
Lifting off of her leaves trails of saliva-slicked oil hanging between our lips. I grip J’s hair and tiredly lay myself down, bringing her head down with me. She follows my movements, not even pausing as I press her panting jaws against the metal plating between my legs. “Lower,” is all I manage to gasp. J understands me perfectly.
Pressure builds below me as her jaws lock and her teeth break through into me. Something wet and warm and slick presses itself to the cracks growing on my body and I cry out in pleasure, gripping the back of J’s head to press her closer against me. The metal plating and I both groan under the tension.
Giving to the pressure of her jaws, the cracks break away, opening a wound so severe oil spills over the sides of J’s mouth. She eagerly laps at the gash, ravenous with hunger.
“Ah! J, you- gnnhh! FFuck!” An overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure courses through me before I can even try to speak. The long slick length of her pointed tongue slips into my body through the open wound. It rubs against the motors that control my lower half, causing my legs to spasm slightly with the new sensation. I thrust into her mouth and oil gushes everywhere, dripping down my thighs and J’s visor.
I cling to J as her tongue slips out of me to lap up the viscous shining substance. Its slickness runs over my wounds — saliva calming the pain while I pant for breath. Each hungry lick elicits a small cry of pleasure from me. Her jaws bite into me again. The tear in my body gets wider; J’s mouth sinks deeper.
My lower plating fills with squishy warmth as J presses the entire length of her tongue deep inside me. Internal pieces of my body are touched for the first time, rubbed and licked until they’re clean of oil. I moan and whine until my throat is sore. My visor warns me I might pass out soon. I ignore the warnings that signify death.
A bright burst of pain jolts me awake, followed by the sudden force of J expelling me from her mind. I hit the floor groggily as J lurches upright, panting for breath. I rub the sleep from my eyes; my hand drifts unconsciously to the spot where her mouth had been on me what felt like a moment ago.
Silently, I watch J press a hand to her lips. She’d bit into them in sleep. Oil spills from the small piercings into her mouth. Quickly licking the wound so it heals faster, she turns to look at me. Her eyes glide over my body, hunched on the floor and panting for breath.
“Shit.” I flinch slightly; I’ve never heard her actually curse before. “That.. wasn’t just a dream, was it?” I shake my head. J buries her face in her palms, face glowing brightly. I get off the ground and glide over to her, using my solver to bring her head up from her hands.
<“I really enjoyed that,”> I tell her softly, <“You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”> J’s face flickers, but remains flushed. “I- I really enjoyed it too, I.. didn’t.. think I would.” A smile burns through my static. <“Want to try it for real?”> I can practically hear her core scrambling in her chest. J’s breaths get quicker.
“Is that- Are you serious?” I nod. “W-Would you hurt me?” A spark or two flickers off my body. My eagerness softens into something more tender. <“Never.”> I let my solver-protected hand run over her cheek. <“Unless of course you beg for it,”> I add slyly. The blush on her face nearly covers her entire screen. “Alright, th-that should settle it.”
J closes the gap between us, already barely a gap to begin with. Her tongue slips deeply into my mouth with an entirely new sensation. Its texture is strange and tantalizing coated in thrumming static. I lean further in, but J rears back.
“I’m sorry, I-” J wheezes out a pained wince. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth for a moment, taunting me before it slips back through her lips again. “Your ghost is just.. I don’t know how to explain it. It doesn’t hurt for a second or two but then everything burns. I sincerely thought you’d bitten my tongue clean off.”
As tempting of an idea as that is, I lean away from her and give her space. <“I forgot about that, I’m sorry.”> J growls lightly, “I forgot too. I guess we really will have to wait until your body’s fixed, hmm?” I nod solemnly and step back. J just sits there blinking dumbly with her tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek. Eventually, she drags out a stashed corpse to replenish her oil after overheating. The entire time she eats she doesn’t stop glancing over at me.
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