Borrowed

At the very least, Minty had to admit Olec's intentions were good. A bit on the bold side, but not at all malicious. It was pretty in-character for him, so she couldn't be upset. That of course, didn't mean it didn't fluster the hell out of the tiny scientist, especially given the 'support' he was offering.

The tall cyborg proudly held aloft one of his many handcrafted, robotic phalluses, showing off his ware to his friend with the energy and fervor of a QVC host hocking a knife set. He knew Minty had recently had some heartbreak, finally giving up on her long time crush. Offering her a free schmoo was the least he could do for her, given all she had done fore him, inviting him onto the Tech Deck and freeing him from the prison that was the lower engine decks.

"And this one! This one can sense your moisture levels! It'll release more lubricant to make things smoother! Really, here, take it!" The cyborg grinned, pushing the dildo toward her.

Minty sputtered, blushing hot pink enough to nearly obscure her freckles. "Ah! H-h-honestly Olec I-i-it's fine! T-t-thank you though!" she managed to squeak out. It wasn't like she didn't want it, and of course she didn't want to hurt his feelings, but, gosh it was so embarrassing her knees were wobbling.

He sighed, opening his satchel and plucking all of the dildos off his work table, putting them back, since none of them had seemed to sway her. He had been so sure she would have gone for the self-lubricating model! It was top of the line! But, women, actual ones and not toasters or robots, were a fickle beast. He wasn't about to try to understand them.

"Well, if you need one, my offer still stands! Just drop by my room, I'm kind of always there, when I'm not here." Olec shouldered the big bag and headed off after bidding Minty farewell for the evening.

She waved goodbye, unable to move her legs yet, face hot enough to fry a vortdog to a delightful crisp. She shook her head quickly, attempting to shake off the thoughts her taller teammate had planted there. She did her best to focus back on something less distracting, like SCIENCE. The holochamber always needed tweaking after all, and there was no place for a coombrain on the Tech Deck.

Hours passed, the rest of the crew retiring to their rooms eventually. Minty stayed, late into the night, and did her best to focus her mind like a laser on any task she could think of. Unfortunately, her focus was less laser, instead more scattered than a disco ball. She had never talked about something so intimate with someone else before, let alone a man, a nice... tall man. She screwed her eyes shut. Focus, focus, Minty, you love recalibrating sensors! Get to the task at hand! But, as much as she tried, the thoughts in her brain and, more distractingly, the tingle in other parts of her, had totally overcome her. Was it some kind of Heat Cycle? She exhaled, wiping away some sweat from her forehead as she crawled out from under a machine. Her legs wobbled, and she steadied herself against a desk.

She needed one of those schmoos.

The halls of the deck were empty at this time of night, something that the tiny scientist was thankful for. If one of her team mates saw her like this she would probably die. Of course, she realized at that moment, that she WOULD have to face Olec at least to get what she desperately needed, but she'd deal with that when she had to. She felt numb all over, her skin hot, feeling like she was roasting alive in the spandex suit under her labcoat.

With much effort, she finally got to his door. It was very late, but she had a feeling he was up. He had to be. He'd BETTER BE. She knocked softly. No answer. Then harder. No answer. THEN AS HARD AS SHE COULD. But still, nothing. Minty was getting antsy. He had to be home at least. She pushed at the door, and it slid without any effort. Unlocked. Well... They were friends, what was a little bit of desperate breaking and entering among friends? In a better mind, she would have turned heel and left, but she wasn't in a good mind at all. She proceeded into the dark room, tiptoeing as best she could.

The first thing she noticed was just how large the living quarters were. He was a taller after all, and technically a head engineer, so it made sense he got so much space. It wasn't clean, but certainly wasn't dirty. It was lived in, and underlit. All over the walls were pieces of tech, shiny and proudly displayed. They mostly seemed to be old pieces of military tech, like gasmasks and blasters. If she were there for literally any other reason, she would be impressed, but the only tech she wanted was in that satchel. There seemed to be no sign of him. It was time to snoop.

She picked through the main living space, the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom. Nothing. All that was left was the bedroom and his work room. She picked on the fly, creeping into the bedroom and closing the door softly behind her. She gave a sigh of relief. He wasn't in the room. She flicked on the lights, which, like every other room, were dim. Maybe his enhanced vision made him need less light, or maybe he was re-routing most of the power in his apartment to his lab. Again, that was a topic she would have usually pondered further, but laying on the bed, as if waiting just for her, was her prize.

Like finding a slurpee machine in a desert, her eyes damn near sparkled at the sight of the large, cybernetic schmoo sitting neatly on the messily made bed. Her insides sparked and throbbed at the sight. Sweet relief was right there.

It wasn't like her to be so bold, but the sweat, the shivering, the fog in her usually brilliant brain, had her fingers clawing at her clothes, zipping off her coat and worming her way out of the hot spandex suit clinging to every curve. The cold air of the bedroom felt amazing, cooling her down, but not nearly enough to stop her. Quivering and naked, she climbed into the bed, grabbing a hold of the robophallus. She nearly jumped when her touch seemed to activate it, the deep ribs of the device emitting a faint green glow and it unexpectedly flexing. She laughed to herself, of course it would be touch activated, this was advanced tech.

Olec's eye shot open. He had fallen asleep at his workbench, a string of drool connecting his mouth to a puddle on the blueprint underneath him. At first he couldn't gage what had awoken him. He figured it was the usual things that would snap you out of a dead sleep, until his groggy mind realized the phantom touches that had really sprung him into consciousness.

He had disconnected his schmoo first thing when he got home. All that talk with Minty had admittedly turned him on, but he had personal work to get done. The best thing about a detachable dong was that fact alone, take it off and work distraction free. He'd still stay remotely connected of course, because of all the times in the past he had straight up just lost his dick, but otherwise, it was a pretty great set up.

But this, this was new. Was it a bug? Had someone hacked his schmoo?? He was about to get up and investigate, but was quickly overcome with sensation, letting out a shaky moan and digging his fingers into his work desk.

Minty desperately kissed and licked at the schmoo in her grip, stroking it with her hands and finally sinking it into her mouth, heatedly pretending she was pleasing some taller with her actions, going as deep as she could before withdrawing wetly. It writhed excitedly in her mouth, seeming to respond in real time to her. Taking a breath, she went deep again. It was kind of embarrassing, but at least no one was witnessing it other than her.

Each lick and hard suck seemed to make the cybernetic organ flail in her mouth. She could barely keep it under control. She withdrew it, then looked underneath it. Maybe there was a way to turn down the sensitivity? But there seemed to be nothing more than a hole, some pins and sockets, and a blinking blue light. Whatever, she'd manage. Maybe it would calm down as she did more.

As fun as it was to suck, she was getting impatient. She flopped against the pillows onto her back, spreading her thighs wide and tracing the very tip of the steely device along her slit. Just the light touch was enough to make her whine softly. It seemed to like it too, waggling about, and stretching to her, as if it was begging for more too.

The engineer panted desperately, clinging chest down to his workbench, hips rutting against the air. These sensations, they were unlike any he had ever felt. It wasn't like a toaster or any of the usual things he liked to shove himself into. It also wasn't Mar fucking with him, though she knew better than to touch his private attachments. No she was curled up in the corner of the room on her pillow, snoozing while plugged into the wall. Thank god she wasn't awake.

Minty bit her lip and pushed it into her ready floo. After being eaten alive for hours by the urge to be filled, it felt indescribably nice, thick rib after thick rib pressing deeper, spreading her wider until she couldn't fit anymore. She let out a shivering sigh, clenching around the struggling schmoo.

Olec winced in pleasure. It felt WET, hot and tight and very very wet. He was starting to realize whoever was screwing around with him might be actually be literally screwing him.

After taking a moment to relish in the feeling, the science drone started to thrust the roboschmoo in and out of her, going slow at first, but steadily speeding up. Her thighs and legs were in the air, as she used her spare hand to tease her clit. She was in such a compromising position, but for some reason the thought of Olec catching her at it was only edging her closer to orgasm.

But the likelihood of that happening was low, since the phantom tightness around him had reduced Olec to a sweaty begging mess, unable to use his legs, neither cyborg or organic. The need to touch yourself, without anything being there to touch was torture, delicious, absolutely enthralling torture. The motions of thrusting gave little relief, but were all he could manage other than groaning and breathing out loudly.

It wouldn't be much longer, every textured movement, and needy writhe of the cybernetic organ paired with her pushing and pulling in and out was taking the desperate scientist to the edge of the cliff.

The device made a sudden movement, hooking upward hard and pressing into her. She wasn't sure what it pressed, but it was more than enough to push her over. Minty clenched all over, something between a moan and scream escaping her as she rode out the intense orgasm. She could feel the schmoo throbbing inside of her itself, as if it had somehow orgasmed as well. Of course he would make something that could detect an orgasm and react accordingly.

Despite being separated by a thick wall, the two Tech Deckers were equally worn out, panting and messy in their own ways. Minty panted softly, enjoying the last sensations of her climax before removing the schmoo from her, slowly. The post-nut clarity quickly set in, smashing her brain like a spike of logic being driven right into her skull. Holy shit, what was she doing?! This was SO unprofessional. She left the cyberdong where it lay on the bed, still drippy, as she sprung up and redressed in record time, just zipping on her coat and grabbing the rest before bolting.

It took Olec several minutes to recover, finally gaining control of himself with a heavy exhale. His pants were ruined to say the least, standing up straight he could feel his release dripping down his legs. Stumbling, he made it to his bedroom. The air was thick with pheromones. His antennae wiggled, the organic one picking up their presence, but the cyborg one, as all of his augmentations did, took it one step further, analyzing the pheromones, breaking down more info about their owner. As he processed this info, he plucked his device off the bed, the wetness on it still fresh enough to be warm and stringy. It was going to need a good cleaning.

The results of the testing finally flashed in his head.

Inconclusive.

Damn, he was going to have to do some more tweaking. As he headed to the shower, he spied something on the floor at the foot of the bed. A little black boot. A little black boot, with the owner's name written clearly on the inside. He grinned. Well, she got her free schmoo, so he couldn't complain.

At least she didn't take it.