Relative Motion (Cyborg X Steamp.)

	You're sorting through your chests, trying to find someplace to store all these souls of flight (as if you'll ever need them again) when, curiously, the Steampunker catwalks into the Cyborg's bedroom, her ass swaying wildly from side to side before she bluntly pipes up, "I'm mighty interested in you, Cyborg." You forfeit any attempts to categorize your storage in favor of listening to that sultry voice.
	"Are you interested in my wares?" pipes up the Cyborg in response in a monotone, slightly synthetic-y sounding voice. The Steampunker leans in against the table, her frock coat done up just so a bloody good lot of her cleavage is on direct display. One of her legs lifts off the ground so her tastefully olive high heel hangs in the air. She's wearing a particularly short frock today, which makes showing her perfectly smooth ass - with accents of olive - to the entire world each time she leans in preposterously easy, and you could see every curve of her bottom from this unspecified angle.
	"'Am I interested in your wares?' Don't be ridiculous, Cyborg," She leans in further, practically jumping on top the table, to a startled Cyborg's chagrin, "I'm gonna bloody buy out your stocks," She kneels on the table, bringing her face dangerously close to the Cyborg's synthetic faceplate. She's breathing hard and even blushing. "And then some!"

	The Steampunker dives forward, hands outstretched to grab onto the Cyborg's shoulder and the pair tumbles to the ground under the table, Half-Machine on bottom and Victorian Crazy on top. The Cyborg doesn't waste time not-complaining, "Miss, what in Silicon Heaven are yo-" but his synthesizer circuits are unable to finish as something wet and disgustingly biological closes around his solids and liquids receptacle port, something even wetter and disgustingly biological-er wraps around his solids dislodger and suckles so hard he'd think something would disconnect.
	Yet, down at the other end, the Steampunker eagerly disconnects the Cyborg's pelvis service hatch and tosses it to the side, exposing a rather striking prototype inflatable phallus (© Bigelow Airospace) complete with neon highlights on its sides. She pushed a service button directly under a pair of modular inflation sacs and, with undisguised delight, wrapped her hand around the particularly sensitive parts of the proto-member as it inflated, accelerating the engorgement by stimulating the Cyborg's phallic feedback loop.
	When fully 'erect,' the Steampunker wastes not a drop of time undoing her own 'hatch,' this time in the form of a very easy to access slit on the bottom of her green trousers, which leads directly to her moist pussy. She must've skipped the underwear for today, as she wastes exactly one second - to slurp into the Cyborg's mouth - on pointing the inflated cyber-cock towards her entrance and impaling herself whole on it, squealing with delight as she feels it inflate to fit her perfectly, and even for the molded tip to strike against her cervix.
	Her hips shift forwards for the optimal position for procreation (if the Cyborg was compatible with her archaic hardware, at least) and she begins shifting up and down his now quite water-tested length, her fitting top hat bobbing each time he hilted inside her. The Cyborg's protests died out as he felt his sensors light up quite pleasurably, and he even starts thrusting back into her with some pneumatic aid, some pistons visibly moving and shifting inside his hips as he indulged the sex-crazed Victorian bouncing on top.
	"By what manner of consumption do you maintain such locomotion?" piped up the Steampunker, her tits jiggling in time with the Cyborg's rough, mechanical thrusts, her hips shaking each time she felt him impact against her cervix, each time he bulged her abdomen out with his over-inflated girth. His prototypical phallus is sure given quite a lot of testing as the Steampunker bounces up and down, shakes her hips from side to side, even massages his carbon lattice protected crotch back and forth as she enjoys the rubbery member filling her up so fully.
	"Te-eeeeeeeeeee- chnology, Steampunke-errrrrrrrrrrrr," finally answered the Cyborg, whose synthesizer must've been having some slight shorting as it started to waver, his hips getting faster and rougher by the second, "Does the S-S-S-S-S-S-SSSSSSSSTEAAAAAAAAAAMpunkER want PPPPP-PPPPPROgeny?" The Steampunker, obviously enjoying herself a little too much, took a while to process that, and when she finally yells "NO, D-DON'T! O-OUTSIDE!" the user request has already timed out and defaulted to "yes". The Cyborg grabbed onto her hips, thrusting into her *hard* with the help of extra pistons, overclocking his own ejaculatory system to dangerous levels as he generated a truly generous mix of egg-tracking nanobots and hot, creamy aphrodesiac fluid, which, after getting mechanically routed down a redundant pathway through his urethra, spurted quite messily directly into the Steampunker's womb in one huge rope, filling her up within seconds and even bulging her womb out a little as the Cyborg preventatively over-inflated his member, plugging the Victorian up very well right up to her distended cervix. The Steampunker's moan carried past many walls as the aphrodesiac hit her receptive womb wall, instantly bringing her to a boisterous, gushing orgasm that would've likely fried a few circuits in the Cyborg's abdomen were it not for a water-resistant coating. Her eyes roll up into her skull and her tongue hangs from the side of her mouth, her entire body shaking with intensity as she feels even more come.
	A cartoonish heart appeared in LED on the Cyborg's faceplate as he thrust into her one more time, forcing her hips flush against his as he truly bottomed out inside her, flooding her with a second rope that now carried SynthSeed™, which has a 120% guaranteed chance of impregnating upon first use. SynthSeed™ works best in conjunction with pre-programmed nanobots that guide it to all fertile eggs, increasing the chance threefold to guaranteed triplets, if not even more. The Steampunker's womb bulged to twice its previous size, now feeling quite tight against her tight Victorian shirt, and really, really hot with the Cyborg's plentiful seed.
	The Cyborg's faceplate lit up again, calculated probabilities coming up as he cheerily said whilst slowly churning all the cum in the Steampunker, synthesizer completely fine again: "Congratulations! It's a boy, a girl, a girl, a girl and a boy!" The Steampunker slowly came down from her rocking high, wiping her mouth from saliva and to cover up her huge blush, and she simply stated,
	"Blimmin' heck. That's a bloody lot of spunk."