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Off28 tumbled a few feet away as Bad Cop pushed him. The horse started attacking Bad Cop and Off28 watched in shock. Horses are powerful! Wait! Bad Cop needed help!
Off28 threw off the jacket so it wouldnât get torn and charged towards the horse. Off28 dove in front of Bad Cop, immediately blocking the blows from the horse. âHURRY, SIR. I CANNOT HOLD OFF THE HORSE.â He could already feel the dents in his back as he spoke to Bad Cop.
Suddenly, the trampling hooves were missing him, or hitting something else. Bad Cop snapped back to reality when he heard Off28âs voice urging him to go. Nodding slowly, and a little dazedly- since he was confused that someone would do this for him- Bad Cop crawled out from under the swatbot, scrambling to his feet, he threw a handful of dirt and grass at the horse to get him off of Off28.Â
It worked, because the stallion was charging at Bad Cop again, who was jumping out the way, running one step ahead of the stallion. He was leading the angry horse to the other side of the pen- where Bad Cop jumped up on the fence, then onto the horseâs back when he came around.
Well that sent the stallion into a bucking frenzy, throwing himself around, whinnying fiercely, crowhopping and kicking, running in circles. Bad Cop grabbed on to the stallionâs mane, holding tightly to the horse to stay on. He grabbed a leadrope in each hand, pulling back as hard as he could.
All it did was make the horse rear and kick his forehooves out again, before slamming down and going right back to what he was doing.Â
Off28 backed away as quick as he could without getting the horse's attention. It looked like there was nothing he could do but encourage Bad Cop.
"YOU CAN DO IT SIR! SHOW HIM WHO IS MORE DOMINANT!"
Off28 pumped a fist and cheered, convincing a few other police officers to do so as well.
Off28 watched Bad Cop and the horse tussle from the sidelines.
"UHâŚDO YOU NEED HELP, SIR?" Without waiting for an answer Off28 ran to Bad Copâs side, anticipating any attacks the horse tried to blow so he could block them. Canât have his best friend get hurt right after he...
Off28 tumbled a few feet away as Bad Cop pushed him. The horse started attacking Bad Cop and Off28 watched in shock. Horses are powerful! Wait! Bad Cop needed help!
Off28 threw off the jacket so it wouldn't get torn and charged towards the horse. Off28 dove in front of Bad Cop, immediately blocking the blows from the horse. "HURRY, SIR. I CANNOT HOLD OFF THE HORSE." He could already feel the dents in his back as he spoke to Bad Cop.
Off28 scanned the room of horses, and found many varying levels of aggression and strength. His sensors fell upon the highest ranked horse in aggression.
"THERE, SIR."
He pointed to a tall, muscular horse that was watching them with slight interest.
Bad Cop nodded and...
Off28 watched Bad Cop and the horse tussle from the sidelines. "UH...DO YOU NEED HELP, SIR?" Without waiting for an answer Off28 ran to Bad Cop's side, anticipating any attacks the horse tried to blow so he could block them. Can't have his best friend get hurt right after he mad that whole speech.
"Yeah.. I hope they do, too. Sheâs not handling too well with it, either- took me for one heck of a ride when we went after Hayes together. I think she realized he was the guy who killed Forte, because she took off with me and wouldnât listen to my commands. She ran onto the train tracks and ran him right into a train- jumped off âfore it could kill both of us."
He was a little surprised to know that Hayes had survived, too..Â
"Here we go."Â
Theyâd finally reached Bricksburg, and he landed the aircraft behind the precinct building. Two deputies were out waiting to greet him when heâd killed the motor and stepped off the transport.Â
"Sir! We didnât expect you to be here, today!" One deputy exclaimed as she stiffened her posture, sending her partner away. Bad Cop frowned and folded his arms over his chest.
"I need a new horse." He glared down at her from behind his sunglasses.
She nodded quickly. âRight, right! Follow me, sir! We have some good horses that you might- consider..!â
"I have my partner with me," Bad Cop added as he glanced back for Off28. "Weâll determine whether theyâre good enough, or not."
Off28 followed Bad Cop, nervously glancing at the female deputy.
"HELLO, MAâAM."
He quickly shuffled past her, catching up to Bad Cop.
"ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A CERTAIN TRAIT IN PARTICULAR? IF SO, I CAN SCAN THE HORSES AVAILABLE AND RUN AN ANALYSIS ON WHICH IS THE BEST TO GET."
The deputy scurried ahead of them to open the doors, and started leading the way to the stables.Â
"Hm?" Bad Cop arched a brow. Heâd forgotten Off28 could do that. "It would help. Check their aggression levels. Weed out anything too low. I want something that can attack someone on my command."
Like Forte.Â
"Not a lot of our horses are really aggressive, sir," the deputy explained as she opened the stable doors- full stalls on both sides, fifteen each. The horses heads were held out over the stall doors, ears pricked forward.
"Begin your scan, Off28," Bad Cop ordered as he started down the middle aisle slowly, his arms folded over his chest. No one was really sticking out to him, though.. A few horses nosed at him for attention- which he answered with a pat- a few shied away from being touched, others paid no attention to him.Â
Off28 scanned the room of horses, and found many varying levels of aggression and strength. His sensors fell upon the highest ranked horse in aggression.
"THERE, SIR."
He pointed to a tall, muscular horse that was watching them with slight interest.
"No, I donât need it." He was fine without it anyway- his body temperature still lingering in the highs. He didnât feel like burning up in a jacket when Off28 was without one, anyway.Â
"Weâre going into Bricksburg. I want to check out their mounted division and see what they have. I remember them complaining about one horse giving them trouble.. maybe heâs still there."
"I HOPE THE NEW HORSE GETS ALONG WITH ROXY. SHE NEEDS A NEW COMPANION, SHE SEEMS VERY TROUBLED."
Off28 smiled as he thought of Roxy. She was an amazing horse, and one of his best friends.
He remembered to zip the jacket back up before settling down. If only he could smell things; when he was human he could smell. And Bad Cop has a calming scent to him. Or was it the blood that was below his nose?
"Yeah.. I hope they do, too. Sheâs not handling too well with it, either- took me for one heck of a ride when we went after Hayes together. I think she realized he was the guy who killed Forte, because she took off with me and wouldnât listen to my commands. She ran onto the train tracks and ran him right into a train- jumped off âfore it could kill both of us."
He was a little surprised to know that Hayes had survived, too..Â
"Here we go."Â
Theyâd finally reached Bricksburg, and he landed the aircraft behind the precinct building. Two deputies were out waiting to greet him when heâd killed the motor and stepped off the transport.Â
"Sir! We didnât expect you to be here, today!" One deputy exclaimed as she stiffened her posture, sending her partner away. Bad Cop frowned and folded his arms over his chest.
"I need a new horse." He glared down at her from behind his sunglasses.
She nodded quickly. âRight, right! Follow me, sir! We have some good horses that you might- consider..!â
"I have my partner with me," Bad Cop added as he glanced back for Off28. "Weâll determine whether theyâre good enough, or not."
Off28 followed Bad Cop, nervously glancing at the female deputy.
"HELLO, MA'AM."
He quickly shuffled past her, catching up to Bad Cop.
"ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A CERTAIN TRAIT IN PARTICULAR? IF SO, I CAN SCAN THE HORSES AVAILABLE AND RUN AN ANALYSIS ON WHICH IS THE BEST TO GET."
"OF COURSE, SIR."
He sighed in relief now that he had gotten that info out. "YOUR JACKET IT VERY COMFORTABLE, EVEN IF IT IS A LITTLE SMALL ON ME. I SUPPOSE YOU WANT IT BACK? I DO NOT MIND GOING WITHOUT IT." He pulled the zipper down as he offered, and began to take it off.
"No, I donât need it." He was fine without it anyway- his body temperature still lingering in the highs. He didnât feel like burning up in a jacket when Off28 was without one, anyway.Â
"Weâre going into Bricksburg. I want to check out their mounted division and see what they have. I remember them complaining about one horse giving them trouble.. maybe heâs still there."
"I HOPE THE NEW HORSE GETS ALONG WITH ROXY. SHE NEEDS A NEW COMPANION, SHE SEEMS VERY TROUBLED."
Off28 smiled as he thought of Roxy. She was an amazing horse, and one of his best friends.
He remembered to zip the jacket back up before settling down. If only he could smell things; when he was human he could smell. And Bad Cop has a calming scent to him. Or was it the blood that was below his nose?
Off28 sat in the seat next to Bad Cop.
He waited for the plane to lift off and fly for a bit before saying something. "YOU HAVE MY CONSENT TO REMOVE MY MEMORY ANY TIME, SIR, IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN. I UNDERSTAND THERE ARE THINGS PEOPLE WOULD LIKE OTHERS TO FORGET, BUT...
"OF COURSE, SIR." He sighed in relief now that he had gotten that info out. "YOUR JACKET IT VERY COMFORTABLE, EVEN IF IT IS A LITTLE SMALL ON ME. I SUPPOSE YOU WANT IT BACK? I DO NOT MIND GOING WITHOUT IT." He pulled the zipper down as he offered, and began to take it off.
ROBOTS AND CYBORGS ARE NOT THE SAME THING
robots - 100% mechanical, no organic or living parts
androids - robots that are designed to look human-like (100% mechanical)
cyborgs - organic/living thing with added mechanical or cybernetic parts
"YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHY. BOTH OF YOU. IT WOULD BE SIMPLER IF YOU WERE A ROBOT THOUGH. YOU COULD SIMPLY ERASE YOUR MEMORY OF OTHER EVENTS. I CAN DO THAT, I DO NOT KNOW OF OTHER ROBOTS, HOWEVER."
Off28 unzipped the jacket and opened his chest compartment, revealing a series of...
Off28 sat in the seat next to Bad Cop. He waited for the plane to lift off and fly for a bit before saying something. "YOU HAVE MY CONSENT TO REMOVE MY MEMORY ANY TIME, SIR, IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN. I UNDERSTAND THERE ARE THINGS PEOPLE WOULD LIKE OTHERS TO FORGET, BUT CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. I AM HERE TO PROTECT YOU TO MY BEST ABILITY AND SERVE YOU AS WELL. YOUR HAPPINESS AND CONTENT MEANS MY HAPPINESS AND CONTENT."
"MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER?" He [repeated]. It sort of made sense now. He could be having internal conversations and Off28 wouldnât even notice. "HAVE I EVER INTERACTED WITH HIM? MAY I?" Off28 bounced in excitement at his new discovery, the previous stable event...
"YOU HAVE MY SYMPATHY. BOTH OF YOU. IT WOULD BE SIMPLER IF YOU WERE A ROBOT THOUGH. YOU COULD SIMPLY ERASE YOUR MEMORY OF OTHER EVENTS. I CAN DO THAT, I DO NOT KNOW OF OTHER ROBOTS, HOWEVER." Off28 unzipped the jacket and opened his chest compartment, revealing a series of buttons, switches, and panels. He pointed I a small touch screen that was labeled: memory bank. "ALL I SIMPLY HAVE TO DO IS SELECT A PERIOD OF TIME AND REMOVE IT. THERE IS NO WAY GETTING IT BACK, SADLY. I THINK IT WAS PROGRAMMED ONLY TO SWAT MEMBERS. MAYBE IT IS SO WE ONLY FOCUS ON OUR WORK AND NOT ANYTHING ELSE? IF SO, I HAVE FAILED AT THAT PART."
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Off28 caught the coat and slowly slipped it on. He could feel the warmth through his metal protection.
"YESâŚ" He said distantly, refusing to look at the cop. Was it really true? Was he being used? No! Bad Cop was too good to him⌠But every scanning he did told him otherwise.
"MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER?" He [repeated]. It sort of made sense now. He could be having internal conversations and Off28 wouldn't even notice. "HAVE I EVER INTERACTED WITH HIM? MAY I?" Off28 bounced in excitement at his new discovery, the previous stable event forgotten momentarily.
((So here's a few random facts about Off28)) -he doesn't know good cop exists -he has varying nervous ticks: rubbing his hands together, stuttering, etc.. -he never calls Bad Cop by his name, that only happened once (in a very naughty way) -he turns pretty gruesome when put in a situation where he can dominate someone, whether it be by torturing them, killing them, or something else -he does have romantic feelings towards Bad Cop, but most of them are from how much he looks up to the cop
*hours later at the stalls* Off28 walked into the stalls, rubbing his human hands together. His black tank top was removed, as it was being cleaned along with his jacket because of the blood splatters. There was still some blood in his hair and around his mouth, but the former robot didn't notice. "Bad Cop? Are you in here, sir?"
Bad Cop went for his cigarette alright- and he choked on it because he couldnât get that expression out of his head. So he paced the hallways, he threw a small hissy fit and chucked his helmet across the room- went and picked it up, then went down to the stables.
Roxy- he had to focus on Roxy. He started brushing her down in her stalls, trying to focus on anything else other than the nonstop agony of Forteâs loss, and that darn face OFF28 had made.
He perked up when he heard someone else enter the stables- and immediately pulled out his gun and took aim. Who was this!? Wait- that couldnât be- No, that wasnât possible, OFF28âs a robot.. even though this human bore some resistance.Â
Bad Cop almost dropped his gun. Oh great.. This couldnât be happening. âOFF28?â
Donât you dare do it, Bad Cop, Good Cop chided in their minds. You can control yourself! You donât need this, it wonât make you feel better. Youâll be guilty after. It wonât bring Forte back..!Â
He shook his head, grabbing at his blonde bangs with one hand- which pushed the helmet back some. âThat canât possibly be you..-!â
What horrid timing, too.
He knew of grey-peopleâs magic, though; he had his fair share of experiences with it⌠so this made sense. Oh what luck, though!
Wait, what was he doing? Why was he rolling over- Bad Cop was enjoying that- âA- aaah⌠ha-â His hands grabbed Off28âs shoulders, âS- stop- sto-aah..-p, just stop-â He bit his lower lip again, fingertips pressing against the other officerâs skin.Â
"Hnngh.. Brick-!" He tossed the sunglasses, his hazy brown eyes shutting almost immediately. "Just brick me-!â He didnât care anymore; he would get what he wanted, one way or another. âRight here- I donât ca- care about anything else..! Just brick me!â
Off28 gasped in pleasure. "Sure thing, sir.-h!" He pulled down the officerâs trousers more, and shifted into a more comfortable position. Off28 grabbed Bad Copâs hand and placed two fingers in his mouth and began to suck. "Hh-r, sir, you know what to do, rig-ght?" A trail of saliva dripped down his chin as he removed his fingers from his mouth. Off28 led Bad Copâs hand towards his entrance and waited for him to do the work.
Well that just wasnât fair- watching Off28 suck on his fingers like that..Â
Sexually frustrated beyond belief, and not thinking straight, Bad Cop nodded, slipping one digit in slowly. He hated prep-work, but he knew it was necessary. He wanted to just get on with it- thrusting his finger in as he thought this.Â
It was a wonder that Good Cop had finally shut up, though he knew heâd hear it later. He was adding a second finger, now- his hand going through the motions while his mind was wandering to what would come next- impatiently and stupidly adding a third for good measure before he pulled his hand away.Â
"Alright, alright- letâs g- hnn- letâs get on with this.."Â
Off28 half laughed-half grunted. "Better idea, f-lhhip over." It wasnât really a request, more so a statement as he did it himself, using his strength to position Bad Cop on his elbows and knees. Off28 kissed the back of Bad Copâs neck tenderly as he inserted his head quite roughly. He began pumping in and out, not even waiting to loosen him up.
Off28 started to jack off Bad Cop in sync with his thrusts, moaning into his back.
âAck-!" He was grabbing fistfuls of hay again, burying his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Ha- Easy- Easy, there- hah!- Off28-!â He felt tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, but he was under the mercy of this mix of pain and pleasure that made him want to rock his hips back.Â
He couldnât stop the moan, and Roxy- who was still in her stall- mistook it for a cry for help, her ears pricking forward as she whinnied at the both of them.Â
Bad Cop nearly jumped out of his skin in fright, his head snapping up to make sure no one had walked in on them. No, Roxy was just being- herself- stupid horse-
Bad Copâs hips were rolling against Off28âs movements, another breathy moan worming itâs way out. Whatever heâd been worried about moments before was forgotten to him.Â
*hours later at the stalls* Off28 walked into the stalls, rubbing his human hands together. His black tank top was removed, as it was being cleaned along with his jacket because of the blood splatters. There was still some blood in his hair and around his mouth, but the former robot didn't notice. "Bad Cop? Are you in here, sir?"
Bad Cop went for his cigarette alright- and he choked on it because he couldnât get that expression out of his head. So he paced the hallways, he threw a small hissy fit and chucked his helmet across the room- went and picked it up, then went down to the stables.
Roxy- he had to focus on Roxy. He started brushing her down in her stalls, trying to focus on anything else other than the nonstop agony of Forteâs loss, and that darn face OFF28 had made.
He perked up when he heard someone else enter the stables- and immediately pulled out his gun and took aim. Who was this!? Wait- that couldnât be- No, that wasnât possible, OFF28âs a robot.. even though this human bore some resistance.Â
Bad Cop almost dropped his gun. Oh great.. This couldnât be happening. âOFF28?â
Donât you dare do it, Bad Cop, Good Cop chided in their minds. You can control yourself! You donât need this, it wonât make you feel better. Youâll be guilty after. It wonât bring Forte back..!Â
He shook his head, grabbing at his blonde bangs with one hand- which pushed the helmet back some. âThat canât possibly be you..-!â
What horrid timing, too.
He knew of grey-peopleâs magic, though; he had his fair share of experiences with it⌠so this made sense. Oh what luck, though!
A crooked grin tugged at the edges of his lips, and he suddenly found himself in control of the situation again- rocking his hips into Off28âs grasp. Oh the poor lower-ranking officer was in for it now.Â
"Hmmn- I- hnngh!- I dunno-" His hands slide down to Off28âs sides, dragging his gloved fingertips along roughly. "You were- so demanding, before- a-aaaah..-I donât think ye-" he bit his lower lip to hold back a whimper, "deserve it."Â
Off28 glared at him in determination and started pumping faster, letting out huffing breaths. After a few strokes he stopped and laughed.
"Are you sure? I think I deserve it after -hng- getting you this far, sir." He let go of Bad Cop, and unbuckled his pants.
"Iâll continue if you do the-eH- same hehe." Off28 waited for his response with a teasing look on his face.
A needy and frustrated whine escaped him. Sure, a handjob was fine and all- but he was desperate for more than that. Question was, how could he go about getting what he wanted without getting himself hurt in the process?Â
His mind was in a haze, and it took a lot of concentration just to get one coherent thought together. Right now, he was telling himself that it was fine- he could handle it- he just wanted Off28, right now.Â
"Heh- ha- how about- s- something better thhhhan me j-just jackinâ you off?" He cupped Off28âs face and kissed him gently, pulling their bodies closer so he could grind their hips together.
It still wasnât what he wanted, though.Â
Wait, what was he doing? Why was he rolling over- Bad Cop was enjoying that- âA- aaah⌠ha-â His hands grabbed Off28âs shoulders, âS- stop- sto-aah..-p, just stop-â He bit his lower lip again, fingertips pressing against the other officerâs skin.Â
"Hnngh.. Brick-!" He tossed the sunglasses, his hazy brown eyes shutting almost immediately. "Just brick me-!â He didnât care anymore; he would get what he wanted, one way or another. âRight here- I donât ca- care about anything else..! Just brick me!â
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