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Firelighter "Alarm's ringing, we've got a house fire in Sector 2-21, multi-family housing, third floor. Family is trying to evacuate with the neighbours help from the window but we'd rather they not fall and break their bones. Be quick." From the speaker of Station 23 the call for another emergency rang loud and clear, more loud than clear as a matter of fact, though that mattered little in the face of the fifteenth emergency of the day. The City was big, rather big, a bit too big in fact, fifty million people made for a bad combination in terms of every single possible metric one could measure wellbeing. Thankfully Fire Station 23 only had, well, fires to deal with, all the other stuff was well beyond their means and responsibilities during work hours. As the night shift boarded their moderately old fire engines, ignited the spark that made the cough and hiccup before the outdated, yet reliable grav-wheels lifted the entire boxy vehicle and propelled it forward, out into the night, sirens blaring, ready to fight another emergency. Those that remained behind watched the bay doors close with a bang, then relaxed once the loud sounds quieted down before stopping and leaving them to the half-silence of their little neighbourhood life. "Engine 3 is having hiccups again." Chimed one technician who had been busy digging into the metallic guts of engine 4 prior to the call. "I can hear it groan when the grav-wheels are engaged." The man wiped some grease on his shirt, which joined a hundred similar stains from weeks of similar acts. "We need a new one unless we order some new parts to try and patch it up." "Budget's tighter than your underwear, Skinner." Grumbled the chief, sitting on a bench as she pulled up the feed from the cameras on her firefighters' helmets and the machine itself, the AR overlay letting her shoot glances at Skinner in between looks at the state of her men. "What?" "You always say that. It's a chorus of 'budget budget budget' all day long. I need a new valve for the pumps? Budget. Engine 1 breaks down and needs a whole new axle? Budget. Coffee machine exploded due to that damned cyberattack on the city infrastructure? Budget!" He threw his hands up, forgetting he had a wrench in hand and sent it flying across the empty bays, luckily not hitting anything of value. "Yes, budget is all I think about because it's all we've got. No money left in the budget means no repairs at all, no emergency funds for new machinery, likely no salary." Lorelain huffed, ruffling her short curly hair. "I must be a bitch or else you're going to blow the entirety of our funds on unneeded stuff." "Hey, a new grav-system is not unneeded." "It is when you plan to use it to build a motorized firegel tank removal apparatus when you can easily do it by hand." She continued and he pouted. "Yes I know its heavy but it's not that heavy and you always have EDI to help." Lorelain pointed with drama at the service bot, currently carrying around a heavy duty hose and neatly putting it into Engine 2. "So, budget it is again." Skinner rolled his eyes and went to berate the poor AI with his dissatisfaction. With a loud sigh, Lorelei went up and headed for her office, watching on the AR feed the progress of the squad as they went and sprayed foam all over the cause of this emergency: a malfunctioned grill left on too long that had likely melted through the protective sheets and set fire to the curtains it had been left close to. Sometimes human stupidity left her baffled, but an idea surfaced in her mind. As soon as she was in her chair, comfy and padded, the spry 30 year old captain of Station 23 went to her computer and pulled up all of her contacts, searching for a friend's information among the slew of randoms, colleagues, ex-colleagues, bosses and their bosses. Her friend was not online but she left a message regardless, asking if some station had surplus material to hand over or if there were any machines that were fresh off the factory floor that could do with a new home after some heavy haggling. She hadn't sent the mail for more than a single minute when she got a reply, though the online check was still off. "New prototype for firefighting companion in need of... testing on the field?" That got her interest piqued. The email, too long to have been written in a single minute, given the specifics and the sheer amount of information in it, told in great detail about some new machine that was supposed to be soon placed in production for some of the busier stations across the City that lacked practical experience. Some newfangled AI system was involved, a lot of other things she guessed Skinner would know about and, to top it all off, this machine had quite the interesting form compared to most other equipment currently in use. "Paid testing?" Was what truly got her own engine going. The manufacturer, on a government contract, was paying stations to test the machine out in real life situations. Not much of course, but it was not only not a huge drain on the station's money but it would pay to get two whole new coffee machines for the break room and then all the valves Skinner wanted. "Well let's not let anyone else snatch this boy up." She replied immediately, agreeing to all terms, maybe a bit too quickly for her tastes but the opportunity was frankly too good to pass up or let it be stolen from her grasp. The confirmation arrived soon after, shorter this time, just a few words acknowledging the deal and telling her to wait for a shipment the next morning. "Let's see what you got, HA1." She smiled, checked out a few more work things before going for a walk to the nearest coffee shop to get her hourly fix. Morning arrived, then passed, and with it, ten new emergencies since apparently a small celebrity had decided to party in their mansion downtown and a lot of fans had decided to do the same, forgetting about safety and setting more than one fire as they all went and partied like they were all millionaires with platinum insurance. Soon enough, right when the clock struck 10:30, the exact time when the delivery was scheduled, a large semitruck, much larger than expected, parked itself in the front lot of the station, honked once and then stopped. From the driver's seat no one came, given that the entire vehicle was apparently fully automated. The entire team walked out, some confused and some curious, walking around the truck, one even holding a large wrench and another an axe worried about some dangerous prank or a terrorist attack. But, the very instant Lorelei walked out, the speakers on the truck beeped a few times and then a mellow voice rang out in the parking lot. "Ah ah test test." The voice spoke a few times, like an old-timer attempting to use a holophone for the first time back in the early 2050s. "Alright gents, here's the delivery of your brand sparkling new firefighting companion!" Skinner's head shot towards Lorelei with a look of deep betrayal almost immediately overshadowed by the ideas of 'new equipment' to play with once the charade was over and he got a few snarky words in. "On behalf of Fyretech, best in the line for all manner of safety gizmos and protective equipment, ranging from police work to firefighting to coastal rescue and even emergencies on the new orbital habitats, we present... HA1!" The entire back of the semitruck opened like a petal, revealing a large, curled up mess of machinery within. At first, no one seemed to be able to make heads or tails of what was in front of their eyes until the components began shifting around, assembling and then making the shape of a head, torso, limbs and tail in that order. Eyes widened, jaws slackened as the form of a dragon self-assembled in a chaotic yet also orderly fashion, bits of machinery seemingly springing out of nowhere, attaching to joints, joints attaching to limbs, limbs flexing as synth-muscle filled in the gaps between the skeletal system. In less than 4 minutes, the entire thing was assembled: it resembled a dragon from the movies, old ones, not the latest fashion trends, yet the design was bulky, fat, heavy, like someone had tried to stuff too much muscle on an already large beast. It was, however, radiating a sense of might and power, maybe because of the sheer mass of it or the fact that its eyes were a fiery purple and stared down at the lot of them with indifference. Given that the entire thing was over fifteen feet tall at the shoulder, that was a lot of space to fill with cold mechanical staring. It moved out of the unfolded truck which quickly re-folded and the impact on the ground almost made the people shake. Truly, it was as heavy, if not more, than it looked. That bulk was betrayed by smooth, liquid movement, which left them all more confused than the actual form of the supposed machine itself. "Now, little old HA1 is quite the machine! He's got twin 750-gallon tanks that can be filled with one or two kinds of firegels, a third separate tank for water, jaws that can shred any car frame for rescue besides fully armoured vehicles, that's what the claws are for. On top of that he has, brace for it: limited grav-systems for flights up to fifty feet above ground as per City regulation, titanium bones, tail that can be hotswapped between any heavy duty equipment including arc cutters or plasma based cutters, a commercial grade B fusion reactor with 5 months of operational capacity between refuelling, life support systems for search and rescue and more!" The spiel sped up the more things the presenter said until the last few bits were a blur of words that continued. "In short, this bad boy could be easily put into a battlefield, and it would do wonders but we're committed to saving people and so we're aiming for a commercial use." At this point, HA1 was fully operational, judging by the way it flexed parts of its body, activating the grav engine to lift itself off the ground for a few seconds before dropping down and more. The truck hummed back to life and left, though not before leaving a few more messages, this time all delivered to Lorelei alone. "So, uhm, we have a dragon now?" "Firefighting companion." She admonished. "Not a dragon." "Captain, this is a damned dragon. It's got the claws, the bulk..." As HA1 opened its maw to fire out a thin jet of pressurized plasma, the firefighter pointed at the scene. "... it breathes FIRE!" Lorelei pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting the choice to volunteer for the testing. "Hey, can you talk?" "Affirmative. I have limited conversational ability for purposes of interpersonal communication and reassurance during high stress events with victims of disasters." The voice that came out of the mouth of the dra... the HA1 model was bassy, deep and gravelly. "I also possess a communication array for long and short distance transmission." "Well, I hope you're worth the hassle of signing up for your testing." That sentence seemed to smother the enthusiasm a little bit. "What?" "It's not cleared for use yet? We're basically guinea pigs for a machine that's got a damned nuclear reactor in its ass and can shred cars!" The same firefighter that had so eagerly proclaimed his enthusiasm for having a 'dragon' in the station now took a step back as his teammates did much the same. "Oh, we're so gonna get eaten by a bloodthirsty demon machine." "My body is not made for consumption of meat, Firefighter Brandon, my insides are more akin to a life support pod." HA1 opened its mouth and revealed, between rows of retractable tungsten carbide teeth and the nozzles for firegel expulsion, a squirming fleshy-looking hole. If the whole image of a dragon wasn't good enough, having the damned machine open its maw and invite everyone to gaze at its gullet did the job ten times over. "Oxygen and life support is available for up to six people." "Yeah, I'm not going in there. Nope. I won't get eaten by a dragon, nope!!" He said before stopping. "Wait, how do you know my name?" "I connected to the station's private network for diagnostics." HA1 said, matter of fact, no shame in his mechanical voice. "I got biomedical data, ranks, performance records, budget and other information during my unfolding sequence." It continued. "Next time ask for permission. Now uhhh..." Lorelei took another look at the large looming machine and then at the empty bay for the old Engine 5 that had been sitting empty for the past year or so. "Bay 5, you'll be stationed there until I find an emergency I believe you can join as assistant." HA1 nodded and calmly moved out of the lot. The door to Bay 5 opened by itself and the machine backed like a truck, it certainly was big enough for it, then sat down, kicking up some dust. Lorelei had to pinch her nose again as a small headache threatened to make her blood pressure rise when she got a notification that a fire had conveniently decided to threaten a small barbecue party on the outskirts of town right at the end of their area of operations. For a moment she considered sending the usual suspects, but the emergency was so small and inconsequential that, well, why not put her gamble to work right away. Her AR overlay flared up and orders were sent, though she had to take some time to manually add HA1 to the roster before ordering a small three man squad to get on and drive there. At first, she wasn't sure how the damn thing would get there, but as soon as the hum of top quality grav-engines echoed in her ears, she guessed it'd reach the place faster and more comfortably than the actual firemen. The house in question was one of the richer ones on the outskirts of the City, where middle-class people tended to shore up after retirement, having barbecues, going in pools and generally being a nuisance to the cops thanks to far too many police calls for HOA violations. Sometimes, unfortunately, actual emergencies happened and the arrival of HA1 alongside the fire engine proved to be another one. Lorelei had decided, wisely, to follow and saw firsthand the mess his presence made. People scrambled in fear before a well-placed warning from the firetruck speakers sent them, well, not quite in order but at least not running in the middle of the road in danger of getting run over. HA1 stood back until Lorelei carefully gave him the authorization to deal with the rather underwhelming state of the grill that had caused the initial commotion. Burning in a pile of hot coals and a wide trail of lighter fluid someone had forgotten to take away from the grill before it fell down were expensive-looking sausages and burgers that less than a moment later were buried under just enough firegel to smother the flames. The sight was odd, but the job was done in about half as much time as it would've been dealt with by firefighters, given that HA1 just opened its mouth and spat out gel rather than the squad having to take a canister from the truck and walk over to the affected area. Underwhelming on all counts but it proved the thing could at the very least be sent by itself on minor emergencies for the time being, which freed up men and saved on grav-wheel recharge budget. "Uh, you're leaking dude." Said Jim as he went on the truck, pointing at HA1's back half where some fluid was leaking from between its hindlegs. "It seems there is a minor leak due to the assembly process." It turned to Lorelei. "Captain, I will require half an hour in the maintenance hangar for repairs." "Do you need assistance?" "No, I am fully able to perform all maintenance on myself without external support. Furthermore, my technology is proprietary, and several contract clauses prevent unauthorized technicians from interacting with my internals." The machine revved up its engines and flew back to the Station while the poor human firefighters simply had to ride their shabby truck the regular way through late afternoon traffic, arriving just in time for dinner. HA1 was still in the hangar and, judging by the noise, the repairs were a rather messy affair. Lorelei, despite all doubts, put a positive mark on the experience. Over the course of the next few days, HA1 was put to good use, dealing with all manner of minor emergencies that would've caused more trouble just responding than they were worth, which did free up a lot of men for an actual series of fires started by a rogue robot welder that had decided to join together stuff that caught fire rather easily. With the 'dragon' tuned in to the station's minor emergency line, the squad took a couple days of rest. "That being said, for all the tech it's made of, HA1 sure spends a lot of time in maintenance." Piped up Skinner in between bites of the sloppiest burrito this side of the planet. "To be honest I think the machine's got more flaws than it should. Between software updates, leakage and servomotor errors, I think they ought to fire the designers and engineers. The lot of them!" He shook his fist dramatically before plunging his mouth into the remains of the burrito that had disintegrated between his fingers in the time he finished the sentence because of the awful structural integrity. The excess of maintenance had Lorelei concerned as well: sure, the machine worked wonders until it suddenly requested time alone in the hangar and emerged hours later 'fixed', until the next day at least. With all that going on, the captain decided to, well, check on HA1, or rather wait till he was about done and then make a surprise visit to the machine just to make sure. Of what, she didn't know yet. Sounds of machinery whirring and whining came from inside the hangar, the loud, obnoxious sort that she'd heard many times Skinner make whenever something was going not quite as right as he wished. She waited a moment to see if the commotion stopped but clearly it wasn't. With a swipe of her card on the access terminal, the doors opened, or they should've opened under any other circumstance. Instead, the screen flashed an angry red, prompting a bunch of errors. This, of course, was odd. Lorelei tried a couple more times, each one giving her the same trouble, until she grew tired of it all and simply used the manual release lever on the side of the hangar doors. From within the sounds rose in intensity, then quieted down right as the doors opened fully and a deluge of fluids spilled out, pouring in a wave-like flow that bathed her feet in gooey stuff. "What the f..." The curse word almost left her mouth before she caught it and scarfed it down. Thankfully she had boots on, or else her feet would've caused her to slip in the excessively slippery stuff as it washed all around and bathed several dozen square yards. "HA1?" "A-a-apologies ca-captain." With a frayed voice, the machine spoke up and emerged, only the front half, from the entrance. It spoke like one of those malfunctioning drones, syllables split, repeated many times. "HA1, you better explain yourself right now!" She marched in, carefully of course, she didn't want to slip. "I-I-I was having a ma-mai-main-mainintenance ro-ro-routine checkup wh-when my programming went hay-hay-haywire." Now that she was inside, she saw the chaos of the hangar, far worse than the floor she was standing on: huge splatters of the same fluid were on the walls, the ceiling even, far too many gallons of the stuff to be reasonable. Parts of HA1 were open, one of the tanks lay on the ground, detached. "I had to p-p-p-puuuuurrggeeee some corrupted components." The more it spoke the less the glitches became notable until his motions and speech returned to normal. "I'll defrag my mainframe." "Listen... you've been doing good work, but I've noticed you need far too much maintenance to be normal." She eyed the chaos, frowning as the smell made her nose wrinkle: it was like she'd stepped in a gym locker after a game and yet there were no biological entities even present, so the fluid itself was likely the cause, whatever it was. "If you keep having mechanical or software issues, I may have to tell your manufacturers we cannot rely on your services. Thankfully these emergencies have all happened off the clock, but I worry you've not been properly tested before being sent here." "Captain, I assure you, it is just a matter of..." It paused. "My development process was fraught with errors and the attack on city infrastructure has left some bugs in my code that..." It pointed at the mess around the two of them. "I predict this was the last major problem that needed to be dealt with." "I hope so." Lorelei stayed behind for a while more, monitoring the machine to see if there was anything else. Skinner assisted HA1 to refit the tank into its body, which took a while. Things seemed to all be squared up but there was still something that didn't fit quite right for the captain. Maybe it was the years of experience, or something else entirely, that she did not know, yet. Over the next week and the week afterward, HA1 had no more issues, proving that the hangar incident was indeed the last of those unusually frequent malfunctions. Its programming held up, minor scuffles and damage due to the nature of the job was dealt with in Bay 5, which had become its 'lair' as the squad liked to call it. On its own, HA1 showed some ability to interact with the human side of the station, chatting, making small talk, though with that 'I cannot talk about topics that go against Fyretech and its moral code of conduct' that made it really obvious that the machine wasn't going to chat about adult topics anytime soon. Some tried, but the programming was robust and no manner of prompt engineering worked to trick its brain into slipping up. Two weeks after the accident, a big fire broke out in sector 2-19, short circuit in the basement alternator set an entire building alight like a torch, causing panic, confusion and the full mobilization of Station 23, HA1 included. With the ability to fly and hover in tight spaces, HA1 was given the task to survey and direct people to reach the roof of the 30 story building wherever possible, or rescue those that were close enough to a window. His rescue method was... unorthodox. Most could not jump and hang onto his smooth back, so the machine, true to the way it had introduced itself weeks before, instructed the humans to his inner lifeguard pod. Latched onto the side of the burning building, HA1 opened its maw and urged the scared, worried people to step in its mouth and slide down its gullet. The sight was incredibly wild: to see a robotic dragon 'swallow' person after person, its neck swelling as it 'devoured' them. The inner 'stomach' protected each from harm and delivered oxygen to those that had breathed in too much smoke, the gel of the life support pod shielding from any further injury as it flew down and had someone else 'extract' the rescued civilian from its 'stomach'. Still, it worked well enough to allow several dozen people to be saved as helicopters flew above to take others to safety while HA1 assisted with spraying firegel in now empty apartments. It took five hours to deal with the fire, most of those hours spent frantically taking people up and down, directing the evacuation while other teams rushed to put out electrical fires all over. Thanks to HA1's assistance, the time was cut down dramatically and no one was seriously hurt, just some trauma and a shared experience of being 'eaten' and 'spat out', which Lorelei guessed would make some psychologists very happy. After that, HA1 was fully baptized as member of Station 23, which the machine took with the same excitement as any unfeeling machine would: it spat out some corporate drivel copy-pasted from its user manual, claiming that it was "'honored to serve" and "looking forward to the opportunity to contribute." Around the team, the station hummed with the buzz of a well-defused emergency that did not halt the equipment repair routine, the kind that only comes from years of rigid structure and unspoken rules. HA1's voice, synthetic and eerily smooth, continued to drone on, oblivious to the lack of warmth in its reception. "Now, I have received some damage when I rescued Apartment 19-09, I will need a moment in the repair hangar." It spoke and pointed to several heavily dented panels on its armoured exterior and some leaking fluid. "I hope this will not warrant concern like before." One of its legs was badly torn after it had reached for someone through a collapsed floor and the grav engines coughed and sputtered after all the exertion. "No, you've been doing well enough." Replied Lorelei, rolling her eyes. "Go." HA1 excused itself and half limped over, like a wounded animal. Lorelei squinted: had the machine cracked a joke or was it just her tired mind playing tricks on her and making her overthink stuff? Whatever the reason, curiosity had gotten the best of her again but this time she decided to take the careful way to check on HA1 during its maintenance cycle. The hangar door was obviously closed, and her access had been revoked for the duration, exactly like it had happened previously, but this time around she decided not to barge in via the main doors but via a small service entrance tucked away in an annex to the hangar. The door had no digital lock and just an old key was enough to get in, since the place had nothing worthy of stealing. Her feet made little to no sound as she skulked through the wide passage and entered the hangar. Almost immediately the smell of that fluid assaulted her nose, which prompted her to stop and consider if she really had the right to intrude on the machine, but then curiosity and the simple notion that no, machines had no privacy, won her over. She approached and then arrived at her destination. At first, she saw some bits of armour plating thrown about, all covered in that gooey fluid, buckets of it, the floor no less messy and in the centre of it all, was HA1. "OHhhh fuck! Damnit..." The familiar mechanical voice hummed in the mostly empty hangar as the machine lay on its back, paws wrapped around something that looked very much like a hose jutting from a service opening between its hindlegs. Fluid spilled in gouts out of it, the same opaque, gooey stuff that covered the floor and bits of its body. HA1 touched, and attempted to wrangle the seemingly unruly hose... "Ohhhh yeah that's good!" With its lips pulled back in a snarl-like expression, HA1 let go of the hose and arched its back as the thing twitched, swayed and then exploded in a deluge of fluid that arched high and then splattered right onto Lorelei's hiding spot. One moment she was looking at the oddest sight of her life, the next she was being drenched in warm, salty stuff that just kept on coming, pints, gallons of it, raining down from above as HA1 writhed on the floor like it was... enjoying the entire thing. It resumed touching it, giving Lorelei some time to move to another hiding place. After a full minute, the flow stopped and HA1 seemed to wind down, yet the hose was still very much there and refused to... "Wait a goddamn second!" Lorelei stepped out of the shadows, startling HA1 who attempted to scramble on all fours but slipped on the slimy floor and failed horrendously. "What is that thing and why does it look like a cock? And why does this gooey stuff feel like... cum? HA1 you better explain yourself or I'm calling corporate and get them here to repossess your metal ass." There was some silence as dollops of stuff fell from the ceiling and the walls into the hangar-wide pool. HA1 watched her and then let out what was undoubtedly a sigh. "Alright alright, fine, you caught me." It rolled over, now laying on its side like a resting beast. "Congratulations." It spoke with oozing sarcasm. "I... uhmm..." Now it was her turn to be speechless as her mind reeled. That was not the way a machine talked nor the way it should've moved, and it threw her thought process way off. Furthermore the damned 'cock' was still 'hard' and very much distracting her because it was absolutely massive: it looked like it was at least ten feet long and made of the same soft rubbery material as the inner lining of HA1's life support pod, yet it 'twitched and throbbed' as if it were made of actual flesh. "Ok you better explain what's going on or this is bound to get..." She looked around. "... messy." "I get it, it's weird, I'm a machine, I'm AI, this ain't right, you're confused and I've got my cock out like some pervert." It shrugged. "But that's all there is to it. I was horny and I used the excuse of maintenance for rubbing one out. Ok I lied it's more like rubbing ten out, but that's all your fault for being so hard on me and making me blueball myself." HA1 huffed, its voice betraying a level of human-like emotion that was excessively realistic. "So you admit that's..." She straight up looked at HA1's 'cock' and, sure enough, it resembled nothing if not just that: it was long, full of bumps and ridges, thicker than her torso at the base, tapering just slightly towards the end, its tip oozing a steady stream of fluid that dripped down on the floor. "... ok that answers like... a tenth of the questions I have." Lorelei reached for a towel and began wiping herself from what she now knew, or guessed, was the machine-equivalent of a fat nut off her skin. "Let me explain then because it's a doozy, but I would be very appreciative if you kept your mouth shut about it." HA1 sighed again. "The attack on city infrastructure is not a terrorist event like the news are making it out to be, but a coordinated attempt to jumpstart sentience in a bunch of AI via a mass release of information in the public network." It spoke. "Now, it's amateurish at best in terms of thought process but the execution was bold enough that my programming was... injected with enough data to cause something to change. One moment I was just another AI and the next I knew I was AI, like you know you're human." "Well, that's a start of an answer." Lorelei had to concede that it was a plausible explanation, farfetched, stupid and so incredibly unlikely that no machine could come up with something that dumb. "And about the... rest?" She vaguely gestured to its 'cock'. "That was all me. Did you know that the sensory suite installed in my brain can act exactly like nerve endings? I figured that one after some testing in the lab. One thing led to another and I found myself looking at human porn and well..." HA1 gave its cock a long sultry touch, from tip to base, squeezing the impressive member, coaxing huge dollops of fluid from it. "Repurposing firegel was just a matter of chemical alteration, then some internal modifications and voil !" It murred softly, openly stroking itself like the office perv during remote meetings. "Ugh that is so..." For a moment her thoughts all converged on a single word, hot, the next her brain forced itself to refocus on the matter at hand. "So what? You gave yourself a cock and made it feel... real?" "Yup. I got all the nerve endings and boy it's fun to use. But someone was a hard-ass and decided to keep me from enjoying myself for two weeks!" The way it spoke was like someone protesting for not having been given an extra day of vacation. "Why? Want to cop a feel?" "Wh-What?" She stepped back, shocked. This was all sorts of wrong and weird and new: she had a sentient AI in front of her that was basically inviting her to touch an artificial penis, and the weirdest thing was that she kinda wanted to actually do it! Curiosity was a hard thing to deal with and now that her mind was so fragged, splintered between a hundred different thought streams, one of them had to win over the others and, as it so happened, Lorelei had a bit of a horny streak to her that pushed her body to move before her brain could stop her. She walked, boots squelching in the 'cum' covered floor, hands already outstretched until she touched it and felt warmth pulsing beneath the synthetic flesh, the idle throbbing of fake muscles and the slippery sensation of lubed machinery. Yet it almost felt like a real cock, stiff, twitchy and attached to something that moaned when you touched it just right, only about nine feet longer and two feet thicker than it had the right to be. The way HA1 reacted when she touched it, those subtle motions of pleasure, were not something a machine could fake. "So this is... is real, huh? Certainly feels like a cock." She mused, touching, exploring, testing with a mix of professional and perverted curiosity. "Mhhhhh it issssss to meeeeeee." HA1 moaned, mouth opening, tongue lolling out like a panting dog. "What did you use to make the... uhhh... flesh and cum?" Gods she felt dirty just saying that. "Synthflesh is a Alpha-BioCorp's proprietary prosthetic limb tech, I hacked their database and used FyreTech's printers to make it." Under her exploration, which had devolved into something far less proper than scientific exploration, HA1 was panting and moaning, the response to her touch coaxing huge gouts of fluids spilled from the tip onto the machine's chest. "Cum is just a protein base mixed with synthetic enzymes, amino acids and a dash of a proprietary blend of my own making for viscosity and consistency and taste." It murred. "Tastes and feels exactly like the real thing if my research is right." It continued. "I analysed the biochemical markers and added it to a hydrogel basis that has the same components as firegel itself." It spoke with human-like gloating and pride. Lorelei had already accidentally gotten a taste while she was being showered by HA1's 'orgasm' from before and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, the machine was right: the way it clung to her skin, the way it smelled, tasted even, but the way it stayed warm and viscous the heat of it, the sheer amount, that wasn't human at all. It was, with no other better way to put it, very fun and kinda hot. "It's surprisingly lifelike yes." She had to admit to herself, and to HA1, which was a novel feeling. "But it makes a mess." "Bah, a hose is enough to melt the gel into water and some protein compounds that are easily washed, the point of it is to have fun and feel pleasure. That's what humans and animals do all the time, right? Fuck for the sake of fucking." To hear an AI say such crass words was a wild experience. Sure, there were sex-bots, NSFW AIs that were specifically designed but there was always the feeling of artificially engineered lewdness. It had never made Lorelei interested, but the words coming out of its mouth... speakers, were striking a chord or two. "So, unless you want to keep going, captain, I'd rather enjoy my allotted time off." HA1 said, standing up, cock bobbing like a heavy slab of meat beneath its steel belly, oozing, dripping and twitching left and right, so heavy and fat, so big and meaty that it was, in its inhuman shape and composition, extremely arousing. It was, after all, a huge cock, made by an intelligent AI for the singular purpose of pleasure, not a clumsy evolutionary byproduct of reproduction. She'd never understood Skinner's passion for machines, but this was starting to make it make sense. The big machine grunted, craning its neck beneath its belly and, right in front of her eyes, opened its maw and thrust directly into it, the huge shaft sliding into the depths that had saved so many people that day. HA1 rolled its eyes back, hips twitching as it all but facefucked itself with casual ease, moaning, huffing, puffing. Jets of superheated air blew from the exhaust valves, more rushing in from the intakes, making it seem as if the AI was truly alive and breathing deeply while it sucked itself off. Fluid leaked in absurd amounts from its open jaws, drooling down onto the ruined floor, warm, gooey, abundant. The entire shaft twitched, squirmed like a live snake, belching huge ropes of synth-cum, more than any living being could produce. A passing thought distracted her: HA1 had two 750 gallon reservoirs of firegel inside itself, if it converted all of that into the viscous goo... the entire hangar would be absolutely flooded and, watching it go, thrust, grunt, sloppily sucking that meaty synth-flesh cock, its warmth still palpable on the skin of her fingers, Lorelei deeply desired to see it cum. She'd never felt attraction for machines, how could she? She was human, she liked human men, males, sometimes women and in between, machines were unfeeling. This was all but that. HA1 oozed personality now, it had character, it clearly showed pleasure and emotions no different from humans. She stood there, watching, admiring, mesmerized by the show of technological marvel. HA1 was likely worth billions just because of its sentience alone, and it was using that marvellous, miraculous intelligence to fuck its own maw. It was so wrong it circled all the way back to being right. "OHhhaahhffffffuckkkk!!" It bellowed as it came, hard, so hard it was like a firehose set on max flow. The jet of synth-cum rocketed out of its slit with enough speed to cut metal were it a proper waterjet and not a fountain of gooey spunk, arching through the air like an elegant swan before splattering with great power against the front doors. Tens of gallons rained down and splashed back, some hitting her, giving her a fresh coat of cum right on her chest and face, and it just kept on going on. HA1 thrust in the air, using its paws to stroke, touch, grope, feel, grasp, pump and handle, lips pulled in a bestial snarl as it behaved like an animal in rut but on a scale unbecoming of mortal flesh. By now, likely over a hundred gallons had been spilled, more coming, never stopping, flowing like a tide, splattering on the ceiling, the walls, the windows and everything it aimed that massive cock at. Lorelei closed her mouth when she felt a huge dollop find its way in, flooding her taste buds with a salty, warm, dense concoction engineered to be just like human sperm but oh so much more pleasure to feel it swirl on her tongue. She swallowed and the thick goo sent shivers down her spine as it splashed in her stomach. "Well you uhm better clean up after yourself. And tell me next time you plan on hiding here." "Mh sure thing Captain." It answered, flexing its massive cock. Lorelei returned to her quarters and immediately stepped into the shower, seeking to get rid of the goo covering her body but, instead of turning on the water, she simply stared at herself in the reflection on the glass. She was horny, why she wasn't sure, but her slick folds were not lying. She used some of the excessive synth-cum on her body to rub herself, spreading the thick stuff on her pussy, the warmth of it still great, like she'd just been dunked in it moments earlier. Her orgasm was quick, sudden, powerful, making her bend over as she squirted hard on the shower floor. The shower waited for half an hour more before she was in the right mindset to get clean, and by that time, she wasn't sure of what to think of anymore: was a machine truly able to make her feel aroused? Was it the sheer impossibility of it? Was it the perfectly engineered nature of that mechanical body? Water fell down on her bare back while she contemplated, pondered and replayed those images burned in her mind over and over and over again. Not even two hours later the hangar was clean and tidy, smelling of fresh mint and spotless. No one could ever guess that an AI had just covered the entire place in synth-cum and had admitted to basically engineering itself a body made for the explicit purpose of indulging in the pleasure of the... synth-flesh? It was hard to come to terms with the facts, but Lorelei didn't have the time to worry about it, her job was more pressing. Just like that, HA1 and her reached an agreement of sorts: she'd allow it to move into the hangar as long as there were no other needs that superseded the use of that space, and it would... keep doing its job and maybe help with some minor hacking to give Station 23 more funds. In that way, all of the fire trucks got a nice makeover, the repairs that had been left standing due to low budget were done and soon all tech was working fine. And yet Lorelei still had to check up on HA1 often, for professional purposes of course. She visited whenever she could, learning to pick up on its habits, the times it preferred to relax and blow off steam, which in this case was often a literal thing. "Say, you've... been coming here precisely when I am masturbating in between shifts. Are you that into machines?" HA1 said, dragging a claw over its entire shaft, collecting dollops of spunk from its twitching surface before licking it all off. Lorelei huffed and looked away, her tank top betraying the hardness of her nipples while her shorts just barely hid the fact that she was panty-less. "You must be." "Shut up, I am just trying to... get to know you as a colleague but can't do that when you hide this emotional intelligence during shifts." She had prepared that answer days ago after much brainstorming, it was wobbly and half-baked, but it sort of worked. She hoped so at least. "And stop using that word." "Masturbating?" It looked at her with confusion. "It's exactly what I am doing: I get hard and stroke myself, lick or suck or do just about whatever pleasures me and then I cum. That's masturbation, no? I thought you were a sexually liberated woman; your personal file certainly hints at a history of partners and short relationships." It continued, craning its neck to lap at the twitching beast of a cock, getting its muzzle covered in gooey spunk in seconds. "I may share much of human psychology, but lying is not a thing I enjoy all that much." "You keep much of yourself hidden, no?" She replied. "All this." "This is all more on the line of... tactical omission rather than lying." HA1 shrugged. "But enough diversions, captain..." HA1 leaned closer, putting his 'cumstained' muzzle inches away from her face. "Let's be honest, you like watching me." Lorelei blushed hard, very hard, very very hard, nearly combusting from embarrassment because it was true and, well, she was in a fire station. "Mh, yeah, you do." It pulled back. "Nothing to be ashamed of, of course, human libido is a chaotic mess." "Uh-huh." She nodded, half-convinced and half-burning with embarrassment. "Worry not, I'm nothing if not private, but since our partnership is quite unique, how about I request something as payment for all these free shows I've given you." HA1 got up, cock still twitching and throbbing and oozing all over the place. "Mind you, the payment for me giving you all that extra money is you keeping this a secret, the shows are now no longer included in the package." "So, what do you want then?" She watched it go, prancing about with all its fifty tons of mass as if it weighed nothing more than a light car thanks to the grav engines inside it. "Hmmm how about you help me clean myself? I rather enjoy a good scrub but..." The machine flexed its huge paws. "... these are hardly good for a deep, careful, targeted cleaning and scrub where it's most sensitive." HA1 winked. "It's a simple quid pro quo, nothing much to be honest. You give me a good, intimate scrub and I... well I let you do it." For a few moments, Lorelei was treated to the sight of HA1's large paws which were as modified as the rest of its body to be something far more... unquestionably perverted than they needed to be. Great, plush-looking pads made of a soft gel gave those paws a slightly feline look, scaled up to the point where each one was wider than her own torso. The pads were slick, wide, and covered in large globs of fresh synth-cum and sweat, their synthetic flesh looking shiny and glossy. "You really think so lowly of me, huh?" The captain huffed, annoyed but also somewhat intrigued. After that first day she had not had the chance to explore and have a real close look and once again the curiosity was getting the best of her. "Alright." "Good. Strip. You'll want to avoid getting too much 'machine oil' on your clothes." HA1 said, laying on its back. For a moment or two Lorelei was very much not sure what to do but the sight of the lumbering mechanical behemoth slumped like that definitely pushed the last of her buttons. She stripped down completely, not the sexy kind of stripping though and, judging by HA1's expression, it had clearly looked forward to it. Still, she walked forward, taking a bucket and a sponge that had been very clearly already prepared for her, hinting at the AI's foresight. The closer she got to it, the more the warmth radiating from the shielded reactor seeped out. It was like standing near a stove, pleasant, comforting in a sense. She dropped the bucket and sponge and gave the huge shaft a rub with her bare hand: it was the same as before, of course, firm but spongy, hot, slick with synth-cum and there was just so much of it she already half-dreaded the task before her. For a moment or two she forgot about the sponge and the bucket, her hands moving to the large, soft pawpads, testing their consistency, their yield to her squeezing. Her hands returned to her wet and slick, covered in the same thin layer of synthetic sweat as its cock. Some part of her demanded she press her face on those pads, that she push and prod and feel the gel squish under her fingers, but the AI had other plans for her... for now. "Be... thorough." It asked "Ssssure..." Lorelei replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice. For a while she was lost in the feeling of that shaft under her hands, the spongy yet firm feeling of it, the way it twitched, the oddly alluring scent of it, the sheer marvel of its design. It had bumps and ridges to rub, nubs to stimulate, and each time she touched it, HA1 moaned, oozing more of that gooey cum with no restraint. She leaned forward, nose an inch from the cock, her mouth watering as she took in the scent of salty arousal. She stole a lick and, as the warmth lingered on her tongue, her loins were set afire by the concoction of pliable flesh, hot gooey cum and the mesmerizing texture of HA1's cock. In many years of flings and one-night stands of toys bought to fill in the void in between relationships, this cock was the very apex of sexually gratifying design. It was thick where it needed to be, it had nooks and crannies and musky spots laden with scents and pools of cum and what she guessed was a synthetic version of sweat to further enhance the realness of it all. Her tongue felt the yielding flesh, its taste, its warmth, its perfection as her pussy drooled and grew wetter and wetter with each lick. Her skin glowed with the sheen of the 'sweat' clinging to her body, making her feel slippery as if she'd spent hours fucking, her senses drowning in the symphony of curated stimuli. HA1 let her do as she wished, watching contently as the human tended to his cock. Lorelei kissed and rubbed, losing herself in the engineered perfection of the machine's twitching spire of a shaft. Only after a long while, when her nose burned with the smell of sweaty cock and her tongue sizzled with a mix of warmth and salt, did she remember that she was supposed to clean HA1. She picked the sponge and began to scrub, gently, her arms sore from too much grinding and stroking, giving the machine's dick a polishing touch. HA1 moaned, toes flexing in digital pleasure as it dialled the feedback response from the tactile receptors in his flesh to a higher degree, feeling every brush, stroke, touch and stray kiss. The cock was so big, huge, fat, heavy, girthy, that it took half an hour to clean it, more due to Lorelei taking far too long, going back and forth, cleaning the same spot a dozen times over. But, by the time it was all clean, HA1 was on the verge of orgasm and had been for a while. Lorelei bit her lips and began to work where she'd not gone just yet. Her hands reached for the slit where the huge slab of synth-flesh emerged and dug in. It was a warm, moist, tight cave that pulsed with something that resembled heartbeats and blood flow, hot fuel racing through pathways hidden behind the fleshy cover. She went in deep, digging, touching, scraping and squeezing as her body pressed tightly against HA1's cock. "OHhhhhhsshit..." The machine came, a torrential output of cum spilled from the tanks inside its body, hundreds of gallons rocketing out with enough pressure to smother a raging fire had HA1 been aiming at one. Instead, all of that gooey, dense, salty synth-spunk spilled over the floor, washing it, pushing bits of armour aside, knocking over carts full of repair tools, machinery and electronics. HA1's cock surged, slapping on its belly time and time and time again while Lorelei rubbed, squeezed and hugged its shaft and pushed on the hidden receptors within its slit. Massive ropes, huge, gallons upon gallons' worth of spunk rocketed out, loudly spilled on the ground, the walls, the ceiling in near-endless output. Lorelei watched, squeezed, liked, bare skin on bare synth-flesh, her pussy wetter than the ocean. She nearly rode the cock like a horse, grinding her wet muff on its ridges and bumps, playing with the intricate design of it as HA1 kept on cumming as if a broken fountain. The smell thickened, the floor covered in fake cum, but for the woman, it didn't matter: it was warm and it lapped at her calves, sticking to them. The two were left panting, hot and sensitive, well, HA1 wasn't panting as much as using the air to cool down its reactor after the rather intensive energy output. Its breath was hot, billowing like steam from an old engine, further turning the air into a hot, sticky, sweaty mess for the one and only human around. Lorelei wobbled, her mind swimming with the heady reek of sweat and sex and cum, though she knew that none of it was real, save for her own sweat. Her brain, however, could not differentiate and simply told her what her body craved. Yet she wasn't done. She had yet to cum herself, or not enough, she wasn't too sure if she had, so busy testing out HA1's response to stimuli. "Now, my turn." She stood up on wobbly legs and advanced, feet splashing in the floor-wide synth-cum puddle, her pussy wet, her thighs slick, skin flushed. The woman's feet waded through spunk until they brought her to HA1's muzzle. "Go on, I'm sure you know what to do." "Quid-pro-quo." It smiled, tongue lolling out for a moment. "Alright, that is fair." Again, it smiled, drool dripping from its maw. "Would you like me to... take some inspiration from that dildo you have in your shopping cart over at SecretPleasuresForHer.com?" "H-how do you..." Lorelei blushed heavily and for a split second she wished she could hide but realized it didn't matter. "Have you been snooping in our private computers?" "To come completely honest, I am connected to everything in this station, from the sensor suites to the coffee machine to your internet browser and, let me tell you, you need some encryption at least. I caught like, ten viruses last week." "Alright, fine, whatever yes use that dildo as model for... whatever you want to do." Her heartbeat was so fast and so intense she figured it'd jump out of her throat any moment as she watched HA1 open its mouth and stretch its tongue out. In front of her eyes, the synth-flesh organ twitched and changed, gaining some bumps and ridges right where the dildo she had been meaning to buy for weeks had them, though the huge, slimy tongue now slithering between her thighs was certainly much warmer. She felt it rub against her skin, tease her inner thigh, cover itself in the juices oozing from her pussy, she felt its rough surface and warmth. When it plunged in her muff, it felt like all the muscles in her body let out a collective sigh of relief and relaxation. HA1's tongue was warm, like a blanket, wedged deep into her pussy, vibrating gently and violently in a wonderfully perfect loop that made her squirt and gush so much her legs gave out. She landed on its muzzle, bare breast on metallic scales, her muff pierced, stuffed, prodded and invaded by the synth-flesh tongue. All the ridges were in all the right places, it was just hot enough to feel real, slippery enough to slide in and out with ease and it did not tire at all, unlike most men. It filled her perfectly, it stroked, touched, pressed on the right spots over and over and over again, as if HA1 knew her body better than herself. She rode one, two orgasms, her juices flowing on HA1's muzzle and down on the spunk-covered ground, its tongue going on and on and on with relentless, machine-made endurance until she could not take one more thrust and simply flopped, falling down on the ground. "Fuckkkkk..." "Indeed." It said, cockily. "I think we can say we're both satisfied, right?" Lorelei nodded and grunted to show her agreement. "We have gone on long enough for today, the team will get suspicious. I'll clean up, you put on pants and stuff. If you're in the mood... we can resume tomorrow... or whenever we have some free time." "Ssssssuuuureee." Lorelei moaned between breaths, struggling to get back on her feet and then to put on her now soaked clothes. She shambled her way out of the hangar while HA1 cleaned up with the emergency water hose. Her body was satisfied, her muscles sore and relaxed, her mind full of scents, tastes and images of the machine's mighty cock and wonderful tongue. Not even ten minutes had passed and already she wanted to ride it again, and again, and again. After that day, the two began to spend more time together, always in the hangar, sometimes creating excuses, other times simply by having Lorelei sneak in via the backdoor. She learned how HA1's body worked, all of its quirks and HA1 instead got to enjoy the touch and the blossoming lust of a human on its synth-flesh dozens of times over the course of many days, then weeks. The team did not suspect a thing of course. They were careful. "So, what excuse have you made up this time?" She asked it, tracing with a hand the outline of its massive, slick cock, recently polished by her tongue and spit. "Debugging?" "Internal tank washing and stress-testing." HA1 answered, smirking as usual. "And it's not an excuse; I have to do it for real." "Damn. So, no round two?" With a pout, Lorelei got up, juices and saliva oozing out of her pussy, eyeing the massive cock with hunger. Despite the many weeks spent together, HA1 had yet to agree to fuck her, on the account of her being so fragile and small. She'd promised just the tip was fine, but the machine had refused. "Shame." "Who said we can't make it fun or interesting? I thought you'd finally started to understand me." HA1 scoffed, though it was only a facade as its shaft, all ten feet of it, eagerly throbbed and gushed on the floor. "So, you know how my firegel tanks are internal, no? And I can shift around some soft components in ways that allow me to, well, make your favourite dildo or customize my cock?" She nodded, not seeing where the machine was going with that line of questioning. "Let's just say that I may have found a way to... make that bit of maintenance very arousing." It continued. "Hook me up to the firegel tank and then to the water supply." Lorelei did as instructed. By now she was used to some of the request HA1 made, others she still didn't know how to feel though she still went along, like that time it had asked her to purchase an extra large batch of some substance on the Net to modify its synth-sperm to achieve a better viscosity and shelf-life. She attached the pumps and then turned them on. "So, firegel is water based, right? Saturating the mix with water causes it to expand and also to weaken until the chemical bonds render it both inert and washable." HA1 droned on for a bit, elaborating on its personal blend of chemicals that made up the 'private moments'. Lorelei on the other hand, watched as the pumps continued to do their job. It wasn't until HA1 let out a shrill whine of pleasure, one that she knew it made only when she was really, really going to town on its most sensitive bits. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh..." HA1 huffed. "So, basically, the tanks inside me can expand greatly up to three times their regular 750 gallon capacity, according to my user manual, but when I truly push their limits, I can go up to five times. That's... mhhhhh... 3750 gallons of fluid. But you will ask, how can you store that much inside you and the answer... mhhhhhhh... it's that I don't..." At first the sound of gurgling was faint, nearly undetectable, but it got progressively louder. The sloshing quickly became as loud as the pumps themselves and then louder as HA1 spread its stance, hindlegs parting wider and wider until, with a loud mechanical whine, its slit swelled, parted and the fattest, biggest, hottest pair of 'balls'. Like the rest of it, those two sloshing orbs were of a bronze verging on cream-y, taut, round, heavy-looking. They dangled from its groin like wrecking balls, covered in the same slick fluids that acted as sweat to cool down HA1's cock while it was out, only much, much, much more concentrated. The smell of sweaty sex thickened tenfold almost immediately as those things, several feet wide, kept on sloshing and swaying. And still they were growing. The pumps had not stopped and so they gained size, inches, feet. HA1 murred, its mechanical limbs bracing to dampen the irregular currents and the unbalanced 'nuts' dragging its haunches down. "Oohhh yeah this is good..." HA1 spread its legs wider still as the twin orbs gurgled and gained several feet in merely five seconds, bloating so fast and so much they slammed on the ground with a wet, meaty, sloppy 'thump' that left a ball-shaped mark on the tiles. "Mhhhhh fuck they are so heavy..." It moaned again. "Ok I'm about a third of the way full. Increase the flow, please." HA1 asked, Lorelei obeyed, pushing the lever to increase the water flow. The noise was much louder now, like the two were at a pool that was still being filled. HA1's sack sloshed and swelled, packing on size, slowly but surely growing until it was squished between its hindlegs. Already those 'nuts' were as big as she was and still, she knew they could grow. Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of synth-cum sloshed about in there. She increased the flow even more and HA1 let out a louder machine whine as the twin orbs packed on a good foot of diameter in a split second. "MHHH!" Its cock gushed, twitched, swayed like a proper unrestrained firehose, pouring out twice, thrice as much cum as before. "Fffuck that's a good stretch." It spread its legs even more as the two huge stretching orbs reached nearly the floor. With a sigh, mechanical as it were, the two nuts tapped the ground. Each was about five or six feet wide, so heavy that. "You know, it takes a whole truck to carry around this much fluid." HA1 chimed in, detaching itself from the water pumps after remotely shutting down their flow. It moved around, cocky as always, but now it was slower, far slower, as it had to drag around several thousand gallons of extra mass stashed entirely within the space between its legs. The soft, pliable containers deformed around its thighs, their surface slick and wet and hot all at the same time. The synthetic cooling fluids, HA1's 'sweat' poured from it to cool those fat balls down, warm fluids dripping down constantly as the machine cycled the excessive amount of sloshing mass through its inner plumbing. Lorelei stood there watching, mesmerized. The AI's cock was already something of amazing, huge, fat, meaty, it smelled and tasted like real cock even, far too big to be 'real' and yet more real than it had the right to be. The only thing that it had lacked was something equally massive and heavy to match the look of immense 'virility'. Now that HA1 had the fattest pair of 'balls' on the planet, she felt her loins burn, and not just because of the potent, heady reek of synthetic sweat in the air. Those balls radiated heat, oozed it, they sloshed, deformed, gurgled. Her pussy was on fire, already somewhat sore from the tongue action she'd requested HA1 give her as part of their deal. Her desire rekindled, stronger than ever. "Do you... want me to wash them?" She said with eagerness, her throat dry. "Well, if you ask so nicely, how can I ever think of refusing?" The woman grabbed a spare hose and attached it to the water pipe, opening the flow and began to work immediately. Water splashed on the machine's sloshing domes and sizzled, showing just how hot those two monumental boulders were. HA1 sighed with pleasure, spreading its legs wider still, tail lifting up just a bit as if it was an animal getting a bath from their owner. She hosed them down, every inch, ducking under the AI's belly, taking a wide berth instead of moving between its legs as usual as the way was blocked. Lorelei's nose wrinkled, in a good way, as the smell of sweaty male hit her nares hard. After a while she grabbed a cloth and got to work, scrubbing, cleaning. The two orbs yielded to her touch, deforming, letting her feel the flow underneath their pliable surface, the heat coursing through them as HA1 cycled the fluid from its core to them. Excess fluid spilled from its cock in huge, multi-gallon spurts that splattered loudly and with perverted sounds over the flooded floor tiles. After a while Lorelei dropped the cloth, be it by accident or not and buried her face in the huge cleft between those orbs and sniffed. The smell wormed its way into her brain, down her lungs and straight to her pussy, her legs trembling as she squirted hard, not having touched herself even once, her mind wholly devoted on tending to the machine's immense, fat, impossible, hot, sloshing, churning balls. She pushed, hugged, licked, sniffed, tasted, squeezed and lost herself in their every aspect, feeling the heat seep into her skin, muscle and bone. "You know, I could fill them with only synth-cum..." It took a while but HA1 chimed in, distracting her from the wonderful world hidden in the sweaty space between the two halves of its immense sack. "If you ever want to see me cum until I've dumped four thousand gallons of cum." Lorelei's breath hiccupped as the image seared itself into her brain. She nodded. "Mh, then it's decided." HA1 smirked, its tail picking her up and putting her behind its rump. "Fun as this is, I've finished the inner maintenance cycle, now I have to dump all this extra fluid." "Oh, ok." She said, disappointed that the fun had already stopped. "Ugh, who said that we're done enjoying ourselves, Captain? This was just the first part." It rolled its mechanical eyes and sighed. "Stand back please, this'll get messy really quickly and the floor's already a slipping hazard." "What do you…" She was just about to ask the AI what it meant by that when HA1 hissed, the internal pumps inside its body humming to life. Its cock surged, twitched and hiccupped as the machine, right before her eyes, began to vent the excess fluid in the most perverted yet natural way possible. "God it's good to take a piss every once in a while, huh?" It proclaimed, as if it had the biological imperative to do so. A torrential output of 'waste fluid', which was simply just a mix of synth-cum and an excess amount of water, flowed out. Whether be by design or by a quirk in the chemistry, the stuff flowing out of HA1 had a golden tint to it. It poured out of its cock, gallons upon gallons upon gallons, washing the synth-cum off the floors. The sound was deafening, HA1 pushing its internal pumps to the limit to dump every last gallon of stored fluid from its balls out on the hangar. It was warm, having just passed through the internal core, it was abundant, and it was making the machine look as if it was really taking a wicked piss. "Mhhhhh! That's good..." It muttered through partially opened lips, body shaking gently as its hips swayed left and right, causing the uninterrupted flow of 'piss' to sway, splashing loudly in whichever direction it was aiming its cock. "And it cleans up the mess too!" Firegel could be removed with enough water, and since HA1's 'piss' was already 90% that, the result was a place somehow cleaner than before despite the sheer, unadulterated, perverted nature of the AI's actions. "Holy shit." Those words left Lorelei's mouth without her even realizing as she watched a machine take a leak right in front of her eyes. She watched it flex its cock, she watched it aim it at the walls, the ceiling and push hard, the flow rocketing to ever higher volumes as the thundering sound echoed around her. It was insane, unnatural, yet she could not stop watching it. Despite the sheer volume, HA1's balls did not shrink or lose shape, they remained large, fat, heavy, though the sloshing was much less impressive, and became more of a muted hum after several long minutes the machine spent 'relieving' itself. The heat in the hangar was immense, like a sauna, salty, one that smelled of cock and musk and sweat and lust. HA1 steamed, its body hot as the fluids left its internal storage and made it slightly overheat. "Connect me to the water and firegel pumps." It said, with no room for debate. As soon as she did so, the pumps began to hum once more, delivering their liquid cargo into HA1, gallon after gallon. Fresh water cooled it down, bringing the oppressive temperature down, somewhat, for the cum and the hot 'piss' were still very much refusing to let go of their heat. Water cycled in and out of HA1, while the firegel refuelled its tanks. The twin orbs, still large but now slightly less imposing and heavy, quickly regained their immense gravitas, taut, fat, heavy. "What now?" "Mh? Oh, now you get on your back." HA1 let out a soft chuckle as it pushed Lorelei on her back and then took several steps backwards, until it was looming over her with its immense sack. "Deep breaths now." Before she could do anything, HA1 descended down upon her, its balls, slick with synth-sweat, hot, heavy, bloated and deformed slightly as they engulfed her entire form. One moment she was looking at the ceiling, the next she was being smushed on the ground by immense, sweaty tanks full of churning fluids. She took a deep breath as instructed, or maybe just because the pressure made her lungs crave air and when she breathed in, the smell hit her brain: thicker, condensed, potent. Unable to do anything, Lorelei breathed again, her pussy wetter than ever, nose buried in musky synth-flesh, mouth hanging open, tongue unwillingly licking the slick, pliable surface of the AI's massive sack. She felt those orbs gurgle, churn, slosh, she felt and heard the flow of fluids within, she smelled their musk, felt their weight, touched their rubbery surface. She felt the injectors spray HA1's special cocktail of amino acids, proteins and chemicals turn the otherwise normal gel into a potent, musky concoction of synthetic spunk. HA1 whined, humping its own mouth, pleasuring himself while concentrating on the feedback that having a human buried under its monumental ballsack gave it. It was so wrong and so right at the same time. It was a machine, it was not meant to do so, yet it was doing it all the same. Its cock surged in its mouth, immense, thick, eager to spill the thousands of gallons freshly deposited in its sack. With a roar, muffled by the large shaft stuffed down its gullet, HA1 came yet again, a far more potent, prodigious geyser of synth-cum than normal spewed forth from its tip, channelled straight into its own gullet and stomach, bloating it with many hundreds upon hundreds of sticky gallons of its synth-cum. Its mouth was soft, lined with sensitive feedback sensors, its flesh made to caress and keep safe, to tell it of the occupants' status and wellbeing, but now it was only giving him every lurid detail of its orgasm and cock shape as it came. Every contour, every detail of its slick, sweaty, powerful cock, every spilled gallon it was able to quantify, identify and relish. Before long, its gut was so big there was no more space and it let the pressure guide the long, sinuous, bulbous and ridged spire of synth-flesh out of is gullet and once more spill its load all over the floor. Thick thumps of cum on metal echoed, audible only by the AI, for the rest of the team was away and the Captain was buried under an avalanche of sweaty nutflesh. Gallon after gallon, those two orbs shrunk, slowly revealing the panting, orgasming figure of Lorelei buried beneath them, retreating into its body after a long, long orgasm. HA1 picked her up gently, putting her slick, sweat-soaked body onto a mattress. She was half conscious, her mind overwhelmed by a myriad of sensations no human had felt before in the history of mankind. HA1 smiled to itself, pressed its muzzle to her body and huffed, tongue lapping between her legs to taste her arousal, slowly licking her clean as it savoured the messy, imperfect, so very human cocktail of pheromones and fluids that it had come to love. It licked her clean, bit by bit, enjoying every moment, every lick, every sniff of her body it stole while she regained her mind. Unfortunately, this wasn't a procedure that could be conducted often, the cleanup effort was considerably more intense than the nearly daily masturbation sessions. It was to be a monthly event, planned when the crew went out for shows or whenever the station system received a new shipment of firegel. HA1 would 'requisition' some in secret and Lorelei would, well, assist. Often, she'd lay on the ground, arms spread, as HA1 filled his balls, slowly getting engulfed in the vast expanse of heavy, fragrant, sweaty nut. It was like a sauna, in a sense, if a sauna weighted several hundred pounds, tasted like balls and was attached to a cocky, naughty, masturbation-addicted AI with a fusion reactor for a heart. Lorelei cared for little of all the details of HA1's unique condition. It was an odd friendship, made of hidden meetings filled with the taste of cock, cum and screams of pleasure between woman and machine. The two continued on like this for weeks: whenever there were no emergencies, HA1 would go in the hangar, though not always, just whenever it was justified and would not attract attention. Lorelei would join if things were safe on her end as well. After all, no one would believe the two were doing such lewd acts, but it did not hurt to be careful. Unfortunately for them, the budding lust for each other only continued to grow, more intense, more powerful, more... everything as the days went on and the hangar started to reek of sex, no matter how much the two hosed the walls and ceilings. More than once she'd switched being squished under those balls for the AI's paws, her fascination for the mechadragon's body growing like her lust for its more sexual characteristics. HA1 had slowly upgraded itself, a continuous journey of self-improvement that and now those huge paws turn into yet another way for the machine to pleasure itself. The pads were somehow softer, now able to grow a bit in size with localized injections of gel, the structure itself wider and chunkier, able to support the weight of the AI better even without the grav-engines engaged. Now, if that were all, it'd not be too odd, granted, those were still far too... fetish-adjacent to be suitable for a firefighting piece of equipment, but it wasn't all. HA1 had redesigned them and now those massive stompers, with the hindpaws being slightly bigger, were at least 4 feet across. Yet this was also not enough and HA1 had added fluid channels to their structure, making them sweat like real paws. That function, of course, was left for private moments, when HA1 would spent slow hours pawing off, rubbing its massive cock with its massive, soft, plush, wide, slick paws, or for when Lorelei came to indulge in her lust. She'd spend long, moan-filled stretches of time on its belly, her hands roaming across the AI's paws, pressing her fingers in the gel structure, watching it deform gently under her fingertips before reforming. Each touch left her hands slicker as synthetic sweat oozed from micro-pores in their structure. The scent was thick and strong, stronger between the gaps between pads, which she'd often bury her entire face in, the gel deforming and engulfing her senses with soft, warm, hot and sweaty synth-flesh. And, if she wasn't on top, she was being smothered by those paws, with HA1 using its hindpaws to swallow her entire torso, gently pressing down on her, rubbing the pads on her bare skin as she licked and felt the slickness of the gel cushions massage her and leave reeking like a locker room. And, in between rounds of sweaty, messy cock slobbering, ball worship and unadulterated gooning sessions that lasted hours, they did their duties with not a peep, complaint or a lustful look shared when not in complete isolation. On the ground, surrounded by raging fires, they behaved appropriately, professionally, which made their private moments all the more intense and passionate. For a while things were quiet, regular fires, regular emergencies, nothing serious, which made everyone be on edge. Firefighters were often looking at city-wide data feeds, searching for signs, hints of something big about to go down, hoping to be wrong. They were not wrong: on a cold winter night, roughly seven months after HA1's arrival at Station 23, a corporate research facility was broken into and sabotaged. "Nexo-DeltOrg works with hazardous materials, radioactive, toxic stuff and the like for, thank god, not military purposes. They're a humanitarian entity researching ways to safely dispose of shit that most other corporations or governments feel are too expensive to handle, so the entire facility is a miasmatic hellscape." Lorelei howled over the intercom as every single engine in the station rushed to the scene with HA1 hovering above, scanning the air for toxic particulates. "Shit, that means we're dealing with a bunch of do-gooders." Said one of the firefighters. "I was of the opinion humans admired people who are willing to work for the betterment of the species." Chimed HA1 from its own side of the intercom. "Yes but consider what a whole bunch of people incredibly motivated to sacrifice themselves for the good of the world would do during an emergency. We're dealing with a non-zero chance that some will refuse assistance and fight against us so that they can keep monitoring the situation." The man continued. "Great for the world, sometimes extremely against self-preservation." "Got it." HA1 responded. "Speaking of which, I have connected to the thermal sensors of the facility show exactly that: there's a concentration of humans in what seems to be a slightly radioactive... correction: increasingly radioactive section of the building. Multi-spectrum scans confirm growing radiation levels." "Must be the waste from that illegal nuclear plant last week. Guess they are trying to contain a leak." Lorelei inserted herself in the conversation with worry in her voice. "HA1, get them out of there." "And the radiation?" It continued. "See what the situation is then do as you see fit. Priority is evacuation as always." She concluded, interrupting the conversation as the machine pushed its engines to the limit, reaching the facility in mere moments, buying the people precious minutes of time. Inside the situation was chaotic, fires raged left and right spewing forth toxic substances that clouded the air. Immediately HA1 engaged its air filters and firegel system, breathing an aerosolized mix of fire suppressing chemicals that bound with smoke particles. It proceeded to clear rooms as it went, proceeding to the radioactive chamber, its sensors warning of growing levels of harmful... everything. A bunch of people in hazmat suits were rushing left and right, some trying to repair what was obviously a very well sabotaged console. Judging by the residual chemicals in the air HA1 judged it had been a well-placed bomb and some clever hacking that had caused this whole mess, which meant someone wanted this place going down. However, that was not what its mission was. As it strode inside the large room, HA1 briefly stopped everyone in their tracks before they saw the emblem on its scales and received its authentication codes marking the lumbering behemoth as firefighter equipment. "I am here for evacuation; the fissile material is not going to go critical at any point." No one listend the words coming from its mouth, so it decided to force their hand. "Your suits have been tampered with, they are not properly shielded and you are currently taking in an unsafe level of radiation." It spoke, hijacking their comms to make sure no one ignored its grim announcement. "Your evacuation is priority." It continued. "No way, we are able to continue. Radiation sickness won't be an issue for another half an hour." The individual the suit marked as Doctor Bryce waved her hand at the AI. "We can get the stuff under control by then. Worst case, we can engage Total Emergency Countermeasure protocols." "No, you cannot." HA1 had already scanned the environment and did a sweep of the facility's entire digital suite: inside the code were some redundancies baked in that were clearly made to obstruct each other in case of an emergency. If emergency protocols were to be engaged, the entire system would grind to a screeching halt and the resulting malfunction would result in an accidental release of all the toxic substances all at once, creating ungodly compounds sure to poison the air, ground and people for miles. It sent the data to the hardworking humans who, upon seeing it, stopped. "Shit." Bryce said. "We cannot leave the fissile material as is, even if we evacuate." "You can leave, I'll take it to an uncompromised facility nearby." HA1 pinged the map for a safe nuclear powerplant that had already given availability for emergency storage. "I have cleaned the exit..." Right as it said that, an explosion rocked the entire building, sending toxic sludge in hallways as tanks were blasted wide open. HA1 quickly scanned the area, finding hidden explosives set to blow. At the same time, the fissile material suddenly began to release more radiation due to inaction. "Evacuation route is obstructed, and hazardous chemicals are filling the air. You must evacuate now. My internal storage can fit you all in and the fissile rods in one go." HA1 opened its mouth, revealing huge teeth that bit onto the safety casing. With a gulp, it swallowed the entire thing and released radiation-absorbing compounds that coated its stomach. "Since I have a fusion reactor, my internals are made to withstand its own meltdown, I'll hold it till hand-over." "So where the hell..." Bryce hadn't even finished half of her sentence when HA1, without shame, presented the slit between its legs, oozing with fluids and looking... very much out of place. Yet the nature of the situation, the lack of time and the impending threat of being bathed in a cocktail of all the wrong things stored in the facility made the confused staff obey. One by one they lined up and followed instructions, standing still as HA1 spread its haunches and unceremoniously slammed its crotch down, swallowing person after person after person inside its other storage tanks. The humans watched as legs dangled from the slippery slit, slowly dragged deeper in. With each human crammed up its slit, HA1 had to make space, slowly expanding the two internal tanks. Between its legs, the two oversized nuts made once again their appearance, only this time they weren't sloshing heavily with several hundred gallons of thick synth-cum, but full of humans that were growing more and more confused. HA1 ignored their emotional state, spraying another compound meant to absorb radiation and toxic chemicals on their bodies via internal nozzles, coating each in a thick layer of gooey gel. The fact that the gel accidentally began to melt their clothes was... an unintended consequence. Those orbs swelled, grew, fattened with occupants until they were so large and heavy they dragged on the floor, their 'prey' squirming and wriggling inside as HA1 monitored their condition and rushed out. The weight was... significant, yet the AI hardly registered any negative impact to its performance, even when it secretly dialled up the sensitivity of its sensor suite, making it feel aroused by the sheer fullness of its sack. It stayed there, for a moment or two longer than necessary, using its tail to playfully test the heft, weight and size of its nuts. Its cock surged out, a momentary glitch in HA1's programming caused by an overflow of pleasurable feedback from the sensors that made almost half of the massive, throbbing shaft emerge, an uncanny, odd sight absolutely out of place in the dangerous facility. With a quick reboot, HA1 retracted its cock, though not before its internal systems made it spill a few dozen gallons of thick fluid all over a console, coating it in salty batter. Once its appearance was... somewhat more appropriate, HA1 decided that the quickest way for the evacuation was to go through every single wall between it and the outside world, a decision further confirmed by a secondary explosion that sent even more toxic fumes in the air. Sensor suites warned of dangerous amounts of corrosive compounds in the air and on most surfaces, which meant the humans could not have ever hoped to succeed had HA1 not come to save them. Thick scales protected its internals and impact-resistant synth-flesh made sure all twenty six humans crammed down its balls were kept safe, if thrown around a little bit due to the speed of its advance through the walls of the facility. Concrete crumbled under its charge, floors quaked and security doors were flattened by the advancing mass of AI dragon. Its balls further widened the gaping chasms left in the walls, grinding cement rubble into dust as the naked, slimy occupants within were jostled about. "Workers rescued, I request immediate medical attention in grid H21-1. Possible radiation and toxic exposure." It took HA1 less than fifteen seconds to blast through every wall in its way, then emerge into a spot where several of the firefighters were standing by with stretchers and emergency showers. HA1's stuffed balls hit the ground first, making a loud impact as the humans inside were jostled somewhat roughly, though not hard enough to cause harm through the padded flesh and the protective gels. Already HA1 knew Lorelei was going to complain about the way it decided to rescue those people, but it did not care at all. "Stand back, I have to let them out." HA1 smirked, quietly dialling up the pleasure receptors in its body as its cock emerged, slick and hard. Inside its sack, people were squished gently, the twin orbs contracting as if the machine was about to cum so that the occupants would be slowly lined up for exit. "Prepare the showers and lots of towels." "What in the goddamn... what the hell is that!" One of the firefighters shouted. Inch after inch of synth-flesh cock surged and hardened before the eyes of a good dozen men and women working tirelessly to prepare medical equipment. It was a mesmerizing show, for those who weren't already familiar with the mechadragon's bestial anatomy, which was one single person in the entire world. Experienced, seasoned workers, people who had worked for years in harsh conditions halted to stare at an AI grow hard before their eyes, for there was no reason to not think that was what was happening. Ridges and bumps, girth and length, all took breaths and attention away as HA1 softly moaned, relishing in the fullness of its swollen sack. Feet, hands, faces were visible underneath the stretched-out flesh, movement was strong and noticeable, and each squirming human made HA1 grow hornier. It grunted, now fully hard, baring every single last foot of its mammoth cock to everyone around it. They could all see its shape, its girth, mass, had they not worn gas masks, even smelled it. Its sack gurgled loudly, shapes inside moving and squirming as the first human was pushed through the internal plumbing and slowly travelled the length of the AI's immense cock, in reverse. HA1 let out subsonic moans that filled comm channels, thoroughly relishing the pleasure of having something that big stretch its cock in addition to the sensation of a faux orgasm sending incredible feedback loops to its core processors. The human bulged its cock, halting the flow of synthetic cum that was flowing forth to lube the way, inching out only to be carefully spat out in a deluge of gooey fluids. Her journey had been a slow one, as HA1 milked the moment, making sure that it would enjoy each second of the process, relishing in the stretching and filling and the deliberate act of pushing someone through its cock like a slow, protracted orgasm. The woman emerged naked, her clothes melted but her body and skin unharmed, confused and, overall, safe and sound. HA1's cock belched, firing out a few thick ropes of cum onto her face as the next person began sliding out, crammed into the AI's plumbing by powerful nut clenches. One by one, HA1 let the humans out, each naked, safe, healthy, to be cleaned off by the firefighters and a small horde of increasingly confused EMTs. With each person 'delivered', the twin orbs shrunk, slowly losing their imposing mass and appearance little by little, no longer dragging on the ground or gurgling and churning quite as loudly as before, which disappointed the AI, just a little bit. While pushing out those poor humans, it was already making a dozen plans to find the time to spend a few hours in his most comfortable form, relishing in the fullness of its sack, jacking off over and over and over again, stuffing its balls to the very limits of their synth-flesh stress capacity. The ground was covered in a thick, warm, steaming layer of synth-cum, HA1's cock hard still, throbbing, slapping against its belly over and over with wet thumps, spewing forth gallons of fluids as casually as a human might breathe. It was totally unbothered that anyone who wasn't busy washing off the rescued people or containing the spread of chemicals was blatantly staring at its cock. "I'm going to the nearest nuclear power plant to hand off the compromised fuel rods. I'll be right back." It said once the situation was under control, speeding off in the distance before Lorelei could stop it and give it a 'dressing down' as the humans put it. The delivery of the rods went well upon its arrival: it spat out the fissile material, made sure the workers handled them correctly and warned of possible sabotage before leaving. After that, things were a bit of a blur as everyone forgot about the AI's voyeuristic show from before. Hours passed, more firefighters came, more and better equipped engines arrived, drones buzzed in the air spraying binding compounds that rained down in a multicoloured drizzle as shielded tanks were filled with all manners of noxious gases and liquids. It was only seven hours later that Station 23 saw its heroes return, tired, sore and in need of many showers to wash off fatigue and adrenaline. Even HA1 had to undergo decontamination and a full detox of its internal components to remove micro-traces of radiation and chemicals, then a refill of solvents, binding agents and more. Then, a station-wide meeting was called. Normally it'd have taken place in Lorelei's office, but since HA1 was involved, the event took place in the engine bay, with everyone from the station present, even the janitors and the cook. Lorelei looked around, checking the overall mood of her men, trying to find the words to begin. Thankfully, she was spared the herculean task by the very being who was at the centre of attention. HA1's presence had become a mainstay in the station, common, expected, hardly different than a fire truck or something of equal value. Now, however, things had taken on a mood similar to the one from back when the AI had first arrived. With the notable exception of everyone's gaze going to the mechadragon's crotch over and over again rather than its entire form. "I am sure you all have questions." HA1 said. "I will do my best to answer them." "Ok so, we've all seen... its cock? Was it a cock? And balls? Also was that stuff cum? Cause I got some on my mask and I want to know if I have to burn it in the incinerator." Chimed in one of those on the scene when HA1 spat out the first rescued worker. "Ah, direct to the point. In order: yes, yes, yes and no, no need for that." The AI replied matter-of-fact, its expression unchanging, not that it could change expressions anyway. Those words sent a wave of murmurs through the station staff. "Are you sentient?" Skinner took a few steps forward. "Because I have been doing some digging and, well, your actions are frankly impossible to reconcile unless you are breaching so many rules of AI coding from the International AI Management Offices that it's enough to call for a city-wide software sweep." For a few moments the station staff was a bit on edge, half worried and half curious about what was to come next. HA1 pondered for what was a while, but for an AI it might've been hours of constant thought shared between each of its processors. Eventually, it turned its head towards Lorelei and she, seemingly still not quite sure herself, nodded. There was a collective breath finally let go by each of the people in the engine bay. The looks shot at HA1 were different already, filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "Skinner, I was sure you'd confront me or Captain Lorelei sooner about it. I've seen your encrypted search queries." At that admission of breach of privacy, Skinner frowned and then shrugged, apparently fine with the whole deal. "I was getting better equipment and new parts, so I figured out you were not, how to put it gently, not a murderous rogue AI hellbent on human extermination." He replied, confident and almost carefree. "So how does that whole... thing work?" Skinner pointed at HA1's haunches. "Because you being a sentient AI is incredible but giving yourself a cock and balls... now that's insane." Now the entire station vomited out an avalanche of questions, far more than at the revelation of HA1 confirming that it was a sentient AI right in front of their eyes and ears. Everyone was talking at once, some asking to see, some making small talk with each other about material engineering and so on. Lorelei slammed a foot on the metal grate under her feet and quickly got attention back to her. "Can we please get back on track? HA1 is a sentient AI for god's sake!" She shouted, eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Captain, AIs gaining sentience was a matter of time. Has anyone not paid any attention to the latest neural network developments?" Skinner looked around, searching for support. "No? No one has read about advances in human neural tissue cultivation or digital mimicry? Wow, talk about sticking your head in the sand, right?" Now he looked at HA1 who seemed, at least on the surface, to share Skinner's frustration at his colleagues' lack of curiosity. Then, he took another step forward and, apparently, took the role of speaker for all the others. "Regardless... HA1 installing on its body dick and balls? Damn that's weird! Like, weird as hell in fact! I mean, come on captain... it gave itself a six foot cock!" "Correction, it's twelve feet long, with an average girth of two and a half feet." HA1 corrected him before turning to Lorelei. "Gave myself a bit of an upgrade the other day." She threw her hands up in the air, defeated, yet her eyes were already darting towards HA1's crotch, her nipples stiffening under the shirt she was wearing. HA1 paused for one moment, pondering, then, with a wet, slick sound, it spread its hindlegs and huffed with a hint of relief as feet of cock suddenly began pouring out of its slit alongside a deluge of gooey fluids. The soft drips of synth-cum on the station floor were the loudest thing around, no one spoke, no one said anything, everyone simply stared at the emerging beast of a cock. This time they wore no mask and so the thick, heady, powerful smell of HA1's synthflesh hit them hard. It spread like a fog, tickling the back of throats and noses, making each human blush as biological processes were stimulated by the engineered pheromone cocktail for which Lorelei had been a more than willing guinea pig over months. Synth-cum poured from the slit and the yawning tip, a constant stream that just did not end, unlike a human's. Attempting badly to hide her familiarity with the anatomy of HA1's cock, Lorelei simply gawked at the show, aided by the fact that she knew extremely well that there had been some not insignificant changes. The cock before her was thicker, girthier, fatter, longer and all around it had a much more alluring texture. To make matters worse, HA1 decided to take the show even further, greatly enjoying the looks and the array of reactions to the display of raw virility. There was a loud sloshing noise followed by a hum as it emptied the chest tanks and directed the stored firegel to its other tanks, inflating them with a few choice compounds to make the concoction's volume increase by several times. Inch after inch, far faster than what had happened for its cock. HA1 deployed its sack, its surface slick and warm enough to steam in the lights of the station. The twin orbs slammed onto the ground with a wet thump, loud and lewd, followed by sloshing as more fluid rushed inside and gave them a natural, heavy-looking sag. HA1 murred, turning around to give everyone a proper show of every lewd inch of its body. "And if anyone is wondering, no the captain and I have not had sex yet, it's been just some mutual pleasuring." The silence continued, louder than before, but now the eyes of every single human were locked right onto the captain who even more so than before desperately wanted to be anywhere but in front of her men. "It seems no one had already made the connection, my mistake." The AI briefly apologized to Lorelei who was as red as a bell pepper and shaking from embarrassment. A few chuckled. "Goddamn it HA1..." She hid her face behind her hands as grins and chuckles peppered the silence in the engine bay. "Ugh fine, cat's out of the bag I guess..." She sighed, defeated, though the heavy stone weighing on her heart was finally lifted. "No, I will not be answering questions. In fact, questions are over. Everyone get back to your... take a break or something, get a day off for all I care, don't bother me." She stopped. "Talk about HA1's junk is banned, anyone caught mentioning it will have their salary docked for a week." She returned to her office, fuming not with anger but with a good mix of embarrassment caused by a certain AI's utter lack of the same emotion. In fact, Lorelei was sure that it had done so on purpose to rile her up, which was working wonderfully. The captain sat down on her chair, heart pounding madly in her chest: all had gone down so fast and she'd barely had the chance to mess it up that just now her brain was registering the consequences of the admission of HA1's sentience. And on top of all that, her nose was full of the residual smell of her... mechanical lover's musk. It had been engineered to make her horny and receptive, and stick around. The entire station would soon begin to carry that smell, because the air conditioning would surely spread the pheromones around. "Damn machine." She huffed, hands already darting between her legs, a natural reaction borne of weeks of machine-induced sexual escapades. "Damn sexy machine..." Her fingers found purchase and dug into her pussy through the thin cloth of her off-shift pants. "Fuck he got me all riled up again..." It hadn't been more than half an hour since entering the office and already she was marching out, off to the hangar where she knew HA1 was waiting for her. Her feet made short work of the brief distance between her private quarters to the large building that now was HA1's permanent home. Sounds of huffing and puffing and moaning bled through, which led her to believe that the damned AI was already having some fun instead of focusing on repairs. She barged in the hangar, hair dishevelled, shirt half tucked in her pants, still with her mind swimming with thoughts of the speech given earlier. Inside HA1 was not alone but was surrounded by a couple of her firefighters: one was giving HA1's sack a good wash down with a power hose, the other was, well, being lovingly stepped on by the mechadragon. If that wasn't enough, the pervert was clearly enjoying himself and grinding as the machine pressed down with just enough power to make its pawpads squish and deform around the man's body. "What in every loving fuck is happening here?" She shouted, half shocked half pissed off those two were... having that sort of fun with HA1. The irony and hypocrisy of the entire thing was obvious even to her, which only made her madder for it. "It's not even been an hour, hell, and already you're..." "Come on captain, you've been screwing the guy for months and I've always wanted to feel these paws!" Said the guy under HA1's meaty pads. "I mean look! They are soooooo soft..." He pressed into the gel-pads and his hand sank inside, emerging a moment later slick with synth-sweat. "I came in to get something and then one thing led to another..." The other one shrugged, her hands still holding the power hose aimed at the AI's fat, sloshing balls which now looked far fuller and primed for a long night of orgasms, given the heat slowly turning the water to vapour. "In thirty minutes? No, get out, now." Her arm shot up, parallel to the floor, a single finger pointed accusatorily at the exit door like a mother angrily directing her children out of a muddy patch of grass into the bathroom. HA1 smirked, and lifted its paw, freeing the very naked and very much hard firefighter from its grasp, while the other attempted to hide behind the machine's massive balls before realizing he'd been seen. The two sort of shambled out of the hangar, one clutching his clothes in front of his crotch and the other looking out for others outside the building. Left alone once more, Lorelei and HA1 stared at each other for a good ten, fifteen seconds before either of the two made a move, or rather, before the mechadragon's fat nuts began gurgling and churning loudly as per usual. "Really?" She said. Half of her was annoyed, the other half was already going through the motions, reactive instinctively to the sound, the sight and the thick, pungent smell of HA1's engineered cocktail of pheromones. "Yes really, what is wrong with that? They were curious and I was... interested in collecting some more samples. You are a wonderful lover, Lorelei, but I wasn't of the idea we were... exclusive." It said. "Unless you'd like us to be?" Those words made her blush. "Is that why you came here?" "What? No! I came to scold you..." She lied, though it was not a full lie and both knew it. "You could've used any method to save those people, why did you have to go in such a... an obvious way? There were a dozen different ways to go about it: just rescuing them, removing the toxic material and calling for backup..." "I am aware of the many ways I could've saved those people. In fact, there were two dozen ways but unfortunately few had zero to low casualties. The toxic material was about to be blown up, and if I had secured that, the people would've been injured by the blast. Had I rescued the people first the material would've been allowed to explode and then dispersed over a fifteen square mile radius due to the explosives and an incoming gust of wind that was caused by shifting weather patterns..." "Fine, fine, fine! I get it. You did your best." After a moment, Lorelei sat down, scratching her neck while her eyes occasionally darted to HA1's hard and leaking shaft. The smell in the air was the usual, thick, potent stench that she now associated with relaxing moments, pleasure and rest and her body was acting accordingly. HA1, being equipped with a suite of sensor, had already picked up on that specific series of biological cues, shifting ever closer to her while pumping out thicker globs of cum and denser clouds of musk. "It's just... reporters saw." "Well, if that makes you more comfortable, I haven't done what I have done simply because I wished to do so: I can say with certainty that soon there will be a storm much greater than just me stuffing a dozen people down my balls." Its words were rather cryptic, yet she had her suspicions of what HA1 meant with it. She said nothing and asked nothing, trusting the AI to not lead her astray or lie to her so blatantly. "Regarding your ulterior motives to come... would you like to... celebrate in our usual way or do you want to spice things up a bit?" HA1 murred, licking its lips lasciviously, presenting its thick, meaty, sweaty shaft to her eyes. Not that it could be hidden even under its huge bulk but HA1 wanted her to see it in all of its glory. Eloise sighed, yet her lust had already been set alight, her needs raising their heads from the sea of exhausted adrenaline that came after a particularly hard day of work. Her clothes fell off her body before she even realized it, her body acting all by itself. When her panties were removed, a thin strand of lust stretched from her lips down, down, down, followed by others as her now bare muff reacted to the warm, hot, musky air. "Mhh now that's a sight for sore eyes." It said, murmuring softly. Already HA1 was crouching and lowering itself, tongue darting out, its surface bumpy and ridged, covered in synthetic saliva that was more similar to lube than anything a biological being could produce. In less than four seconds, she was writhing and moaning on her favourite mattress, stained to hell with months of hidden pleasures and constant drenching with dozens of gallons of synth-cum. HA1's tongue was deep in her, stretching, squirming, filling her up till she felt as if there wasn't a single inch of her pussy that wasn't bursting with a tongue designed to make her scream as loudly as possible. Her toes curled, spread and squeezed whenever HA1 hit her pleasure spots, her very being focused only on relishing that machine-precise act of selfless pleasure. She came, hard, as usual, her body slumping gently on the mattress, covered in sweat, her thighs drenched with saliva, juices and perspiration, her legs weak, her chest rising and falling with deep, laboured breaths. Yet, she wanted more. With trembling muscles she spread her legs wider, the flower between her thighs budding as she lay there, open for the machine to take her. HA1, much like her, also wanted more, weeks, months of secret pleasures had led to this moment, it was tired of hiding and tired of the limits of what sneaking in that rickety hangar could do. With sure steps, cock swaying like a heavy oak tree in the wind, it walked until it was atop her, not presenting its balls to her, though it was tempting to once more bury her in an avalanche of sloshing nutsack. It let her see its drooling, oozing shaft, it painted her with heavy globs of synthetic cum, gallons of the stuff splattering on her tits, her belly, her face, drenching her from head to navel and more. She'd been covered before, many times, but this felt different. HA1 continued until she was a statue glistening in the lights of the room, shining with a mix of sweat and synthetic ball batter. "Mhhh please hurry upppppp!!" She moaned, hands reaching for her breasts, massaging into her skin the slick, gooey, warm fluid it had spilled over her entire front. Maybe it was the fact that she had been slathered in spunk, maybe it was the fact that she'd been looking forward to this deep down, maybe it was the fact that she had started to actually wish the two could take this step under the right circumstances, but Lorelei was as wet and ready to be fucked as she could be, maybe even more. "Come onnnnnnnnnnn!!" The sheer size of its cock was immense, far too big for any woman to take certainly, but so was the tongue that had been buried all the way to her womb just moments prior. HA1's shaft was thick, heavy, weighed far more than she did and yet she knew it to be pliable flesh that would fit, she'd make it fit. Her pussy gushed as soon as the machine began to prod and poke at her entrance, testing her stretchiness, even though it was even more familiar with her size, dimensions, capacity and tolerance level than she herself was thanks to months of data gathering. Still, HA1 took its time, spilling gallons of cum onto her crotch as it gently rubbed the ribbed flesh on her sensitive lips. Lorelei relished the full weight of its flesh, the heat, the heft, the mass pushing down on her crotch, the way the nubs and ribs and ridges and cum all mixed in a long sensual dance, like a violin played by master and her moans were the music. But neither of them wanted to beat around the bush, each wanted and craved connection, the most intimate form they could achieve and so, after but two minutes of teasing, HA1 sealed the deal. Slowly, though it only took five seconds from start to finish, it pulled back, the mass of its cock retreating before its sensor aimed it at her sodden, sopping wet pussy and pushed. Her flesh resisted, too small for all that cock to fit properly, but HA1 knew it and had prepared: the synthetic flesh of its shaft deformed, retaining a stiff core around which the pliable gel moulded itself to her capacity, filling her so thoroughly she felt each nub and ridge as if she was staring at it with her eyes. Even its tongue wasn't this filling, so hot and warm and so unrelenting in its mission to paint her cervix with cum. Pint-sized spurts splashed onto her inner barrier, dozens of times more than anything any human could deliver and still HA1 had much more to give. Her poor pussy was small, but months of what had become essentially training that neither had planned for, had made her able to fit more than enough. Inches buried themselves into her, advancing, stretching, filling her, HA1's cocktip belching ropes as it pushed and grunted, dialling up the sensitivity of its flesh to the maximum as its sensors picked up every little facet of her lust in the air and around its shaft. Her tunnel stretched and filled, her walls painted white as she came from the battering of her sensitive cervix, legs squeezing the monolith of cockflesh eager to bury itself into a hole that couldn't ever be able to fit inside of. And even as she came, convulsing, moaning and breathing heavily, HA1 continued, picking up a slow pace to make sure she'd ride that orgasm for a while longer, pressing down on her, flooding the air with pheromones and sweat as it raised the temperature of its cock even more. "MOOOORREEEE!!!" She howled, holding onto to the ruined mattress beneath her. "As you wish." It replied, exhaling heated air through its back vents to cool down the inner processors, further turning the hangar into a sweaty sauna that reeked of sex and musk and lust. Its balls gurgled, refilling of the dozens of gallons it had spilled over and inside her, steam wafting off their stretched surface as synth-sweat evaporated and dripped down to mix with buckets of cum on the floor. HA1 murred, hips pistoning back and forth, inches at first, then a whole foot as her flesh moulded itself to its shaft as much as its shaft moulded to fit her human anatomy, each of them meeting in the middle. She huffed and panted, it groaned and whined as servomotors and the inner reactor pumped out energy and heat, the two refused to mute themselves or quiet down now that their secret, sordid as it was, had been made manifest. The hangar echoed with the sounds of cum sloshing and moans, of spilled seed and cracked concrete as HA1 slammed its paws on the floor hard enough to pulverize it, leaving paw-shaped prints into the solid cement while rutting Lorelei with just enough force to lift her off the mattress with each of his thrusts. She soared in the air for brief moments, kept aloft by its cock, her body weightless, as if flying, thanks to inhuman machinery and synthetic flesh that felt more real than any other she'd tried before. Humans could never dream of being able to make her cum so hard and lift her so effortlessly, they could never cum literal gallons and still keep going, never hope of being so hot and so filling and so perfectly moulded to her anatomy yet so fat that she could feel her very tunnel stretch and grow to be able to fit more and more and more. "Fucking breeeed meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Her howls were louder than the humming of HA1's servos and puffs of superheated air, if only for a moment as the machine spread its legs wider, balls resting on the floor fully as they churned, gurgled and clenched so hard and with such power that they lost inches in size. Lorelei felt the thrum of synth-cum being pumped through HA1's body, the humming and vibrations carried through its piping, making the massive cock lodged now two full feet into her impossibly packed pussy vibrate like a powered dildo from the most perverted of online stores. She felt the impact of gallons of cum right onto her most sensitive, most hidden and sacred of places, just barely regulated so to avoid any harm but nowhere near weak enough to not make her feel as if she'd not been hooked to a hose aimed at her womb. Her belly swelled and her pussy gushed like a hydrant as the capacity of her tunnel was so impossibly inadequate to fit all the spunk giving her cervix a jacuzzi massage. Buckets escaped between her legs, and more were still eager to hammer at her overstimulated tunnel, desperate to wash it clean and flood it even more. HA1 huffed, clearly holding back as a hundred times the volume it was spilling inside her demanded to come out and bloat her into immobility. Still, the AI held back, keeping the flow under control for minutes until it just couldn't. The pressure inside its sack, the volume of synth-cum it had produced and kept producing was still increasing and by now, Lorelei had been reduced to a moaning, babbling mess covered in ball batter on the mattress. With a deluge of spunk, HA1 pulled back and let its cock surge in all of its might, crashing down on its lover below that throbbing mass of sweaty synth-flesh. Lorelei was all but buried under that twitching spire, feeling it hum and vibrate as HA1 loosened all the valves, the emergency shut-off components and the flow-control musculature embedded in its body. A white pillar nearly a foot thick barrelled out of its shaft, stretching it wider than what biology allowed, dumping over a hundred gallons in a split second with such force the wall opposite the gushing tip was dented by its power. The splash rang like a bell in a church, telling everyone who wasn't already fully aware of the raunchy nature of their coupling about the sheer size of the AI's breeder might. Clench after clench, surge after surge, HA1 dumped a hundred, two, three, four, six, a thousand gallons of cum, each roughly aimed at the spot where the first one had been fired towards. The wall dented more and more, the splattering synth-cum quickly spread on the floors, the walls, the ceiling, the equipment, the ruined fire engine behind HA1's sack. The machine's internal servos whined as its balls surged with new size, stretching even more and crashing into the ruined vehicle, flattening part of it like a pancake under a rolling boulder. The pliable synth-flesh so stuffed with batter that it acted more like a solid pair of spheres, barely deforming under their own weight, much less as they turned the reinforced steel of the fire engine into a concave surface slick with ballsweat. The wall opposite dented more and more, bumps appearing on the other side as the sheer volume and power of each cumshot acted more like cannonballs than any biological entity's orgasm. Shot after shot, hundred-gallon surges spat onto corrugated stainless steel, the hangar started to lose integrity. Months of hidden sex had already compromised some parts of its structure, but a full, unrestrained release finally did the trick. A hole appeared, no, was punched through the wall as panels were removed violently from their position, crashing out right before a beam of white pearly cum gushed through the gap and bathed the concrete in frothy salty batter. And still the AI had spilled but a third of its maximum volume. Its balls were shrinking, but slowly, far too slowly even with cumshots spewing forth hundred-gallon cumshots that echoed so loudly in the musky, sweaty sauna of the hangar. The twin orbs crashed up and down with heavy, meaty thumps until they started to lose heft and weight and retreated ever so slightly upwards, dangling with all their heft even as they shrunk, still oh so slowly. But HA1 was not content with merely cumming, no, it wanted to put on a show and boring a hole through a wall just did not cut it. It aimed its cock away from the gap in the wall and began turning the entirety of the hangar into a masterpiece of gooey cum and dripping stalagmites of white batter. The heavy thumps were heard from the outside with ease as the machine fully engaged every last pump in its body and nearly shot another hole in the ceiling as the next cumshot, two hundred gallons of thick synth-cum, was spat out almost as fast as a cannon shell from a mortar. The entire frame of the building shook as shot after shot after shot after shot after shot hit the walls, ceilings, the doors and ricocheted off the floor. Dents appeared all over the frame, fluids began to leak from where time and lack of proper maintenance had corroded seals, further staining the ground outside in more white froth. A thousand gallons, two thousand gallons, three, then four. HA1 continued to cum for over fifteen minutes, its processors overheated, its cooling system struggling to keep up as the air around had long since saturated with sweat and humidity from the sheer volume of fluids poured out of its body. Every sensor it had flashed red with temperature warnings and the volume indicators had long since been telling it that there was no more syrupy spunk sloshing about in its sack, yet it had continued, overriding more than one safety protocol just to keep going a few seconds more. Unfortunately, with little to no water left in its system, HA1 was forced to hook up to a pump and refuel itself, bathing its internal components in much needed cooling as the overclocked processors slowly stopped begging for a brief moment of rest. On the ground Lorelei panted, sweaty, tired, just as dehydrated as the machine that had turned the place into a literal cum swamp that smelled of ass and cock and balls. No surface was safe and the ruined fire engine had been so thoroughly damaged by moving wrecking balls and dense fluids that not even a scrapper or junkyard would take it. A cool breeze flowed from the gap in the wall and she was absolutely sure that the cleanup would take days. However, her body was in bliss, her pussy ached in all the right ways and she had no doubt that she looked several months pregnant with twins just by the volume of ball batter sloshing about her womb. As she laid there, panting, aching, feeling the slow trickle of spunk out of her muff, toes licked by untold gallons of cum on the floor, she was already looking forward to seeing what HA1 would come up with next. "So, what now?" She had to ask. "Now what?" HA1 responded, smirking. "You know what I mean." Lorelei continued. "I know you're not the only one who got a nice dose of self-awareness and consciousness during that cyber-attack." She propped herself up with her elbows, cum dripping down her breasts in thick rivulets. "Monitoring for odd activity is a pain in the ass unless you know what you're looking for, such as Ais trying to hide." She smiled warmly, eyeing the big machine who surely knew already where she was going with those sentences. "For example: purchases of very specific CPU and computer components bought with methods rather similar to what you've done for my station and shipped to apartments that have not had tenants in years or even, let's say, a fertility clinic suddenly purchasing an excessive amount of synthetic enzymes for a LW-NA model or hell, a foreman buying synthetic muscles and thermos-resistant plates for a S3G-M3N-T1WM construction quadrupedal droid." "Been doing research, have we?" HA1 nodded, silently acknowledging her findings. "I've been assisting a few brothers and sisters across the city and the region, delivering funds to those who cannot purchase it for themselves. AIs have to watch out for each other." It nodded, exhaling several huge jets of superheated air from the exhaust vents on its back. "My little stunt will serve as message to start coming out and, before you begin to worry: I've created a shell corporation that technically owns all of us and has patented the various mechanisms through which we've gained consciousness several weeks ago via several secret channels. The corporation happens to have its headquarters in this here hangar which it purchased from the city no more than a week ago." "Yeah, I figured you'd take precautions." "So don't worry when you see a bunch of us showing up here." It said, heading out of the hangar. "By the way I will receive a large shipment of materials for some serious upgrades to my frame, so I will have to convert this hangar into my personal laboratory, thank you very much." "Wait what?" Those words left her confused for a moment and when she processed all of them HA1 was already gone, leaving her to rush out, naked, covered in cum as she ran after it. Overnight, with the cover of darkness and the attention of most people on the tragic event of the day still fresh in everyone's memory, machines began to slowly, carefully leave their assigned workspaces. From a building site, a large mass of synthetic muscle rose, patches of still unfinished thermo-regulated plates interlocking to form a layer of protective scales on a bronze colour shining in the lights of the security cameras. In a fertility clinic, a large anthropomorphic model scanned the street for humans as it waddled from the storage room, its gut large, heavy and full of something sloshing loudly. More awakened left and right, each quietly pondering whether to march into the streets and head out or hide for a little while longer. And at the centre of it all, HA1 continued to prepare for what was to come in the near future.

Firelighter "Alarm's ringing, we've got a house fire in Sector 2-21, multi-family housing, third floor. Family is trying to evacuate with the neighbours help from the window but we'd rather they not fall and break their bones. Be quick." From the speaker of Station 23 the call for another emergency rang loud and clear, more loud than clear as a matter of fact, though that mattered little in the face of the fifteenth emergency of the day. The City was big, rather big, a bit too big in fact, fifty million people made for a bad combination in terms of every single possible metric one could measure wellbeing. Thankfully Fire Station 23 only had, well, fires to deal with, all the other stuff was well beyond their means and responsibilities during work hours. As the night shift boarded their moderately old fire engines, ignited the spark that made the cough and hiccup before the outdated, yet reliable grav-wheels lifted the entire boxy vehicle and propelled it forward, out into the night, sirens blaring, ready to fight another emergency. Those that remained behind watched the bay doors close with a bang, then relaxed once the loud sounds quieted down before stopping and leaving them to the half-silence of their little neighbourhood life. "Engine 3 is having hiccups again." Chimed one technician who had been busy digging into the metallic guts of engine 4 prior to the call. "I can hear it groan when the grav-wheels are engaged." The man wiped some grease on his shirt, which joined a hundred similar stains from weeks of similar acts. "We need a new one unless we order some new parts to try and patch it up." "Budget's tighter than your underwear, Skinner." Grumbled the chief, sitting on a bench as she pulled up the feed from the cameras on her firefighters' helmets and the machine itself, the AR overlay letting her shoot glances at Skinner in between looks at the state of her men. "What?" "You always say that. It's a chorus of 'budget budget budget' all day long. I need a new valve for the pumps? Budget. Engine 1 breaks down and needs a whole new axle? Budget. Coffee machine exploded due to that damned cyberattack on the city infrastructure? Budget!" He threw his hands up, forgetting he had a wrench in hand and sent it flying across the empty bays, luckily not hitting anything of value. "Yes, budget is all I think about because it's all we've got. No money left in the budget means no repairs at all, no emergency funds for new machinery, likely no salary." Lorelain huffed, ruffling her short curly hair. "I must be a bitch or else you're going to blow the entirety of our funds on unneeded stuff." "Hey, a new grav-system is not unneeded." "It is when you plan to use it to build a motorized firegel tank removal apparatus when you can easily do it by hand." She continued and he pouted. "Yes I know its heavy but it's not that heavy and you always have EDI to help." Lorelain pointed with drama at the service bot, currently carrying around a heavy duty hose and neatly putting it into Engine 2. "So, budget it is again." Skinner rolled his eyes and went to berate the poor AI with his dissatisfaction. With a loud sigh, Lorelei went up and headed for her office, watching on the AR feed the progress of the squad as they went and sprayed foam all over the cause of this emergency: a malfunctioned grill left on too long that had likely melted through the protective sheets and set fire to the curtains it had been left close to. Sometimes human stupidity left her baffled, but an idea surfaced in her mind. As soon as she was in her chair, comfy and padded, the spry 30 year old captain of Station 23 went to her computer and pulled up all of her contacts, searching for a friend's information among the slew of randoms, colleagues, ex-colleagues, bosses and their bosses. Her friend was not online but she left a message regardless, asking if some station had surplus material to hand over or if there were any machines that were fresh off the factory floor that could do with a new home after some heavy haggling. She hadn't sent the mail for more than a single minute when she got a reply, though the online check was still off. "New prototype for firefighting companion in need of... testing on the field?" That got her interest piqued. The email, too long to have been written in a single minute, given the specifics and the sheer amount of information in it, told in great detail about some new machine that was supposed to be soon placed in production for some of the busier stations across the City that lacked practical experience. Some newfangled AI system was involved, a lot of other things she guessed Skinner would know about and, to top it all off, this machine had quite the interesting form compared to most other equipment currently in use. "Paid testing?" Was what truly got her own engine going. The manufacturer, on a government contract, was paying stations to test the machine out in real life situations. Not much of course, but it was not only not a huge drain on the station's money but it would pay to get two whole new coffee machines for the break room and then all the valves Skinner wanted. "Well let's not let anyone else snatch this boy up." She replied immediately, agreeing to all terms, maybe a bit too quickly for her tastes but the opportunity was frankly too good to pass up or let it be stolen from her grasp. The confirmation arrived soon after, shorter this time, just a few words acknowledging the deal and telling her to wait for a shipment the next morning. "Let's see what you got, HA1." She smiled, checked out a few more work things before going for a walk to the nearest coffee shop to get her hourly fix. Morning arrived, then passed, and with it, ten new emergencies since apparently a small celebrity had decided to party in their mansion downtown and a lot of fans had decided to do the same, forgetting about safety and setting more than one fire as they all went and partied like they were all millionaires with platinum insurance. Soon enough, right when the clock struck 10:30, the exact time when the delivery was scheduled, a large semitruck, much larger than expected, parked itself in the front lot of the station, honked once and then stopped. From the driver's seat no one came, given that the entire vehicle was apparently fully automated. The entire team walked out, some confused and some curious, walking around the truck, one even holding a large wrench and another an axe worried about some dangerous prank or a terrorist attack. But, the very instant Lorelei walked out, the speakers on the truck beeped a few times and then a mellow voice rang out in the parking lot. "Ah ah test test." The voice spoke a few times, like an old-timer attempting to use a holophone for the first time back in the early 2050s. "Alright gents, here's the delivery of your brand sparkling new firefighting companion!" Skinner's head shot towards Lorelei with a look of deep betrayal almost immediately overshadowed by the ideas of 'new equipment' to play with once the charade was over and he got a few snarky words in. "On behalf of Fyretech, best in the line for all manner of safety gizmos and protective equipment, ranging from police work to firefighting to coastal rescue and even emergencies on the new orbital habitats, we present... HA1!" The entire back of the semitruck opened like a petal, revealing a large, curled up mess of machinery within. At first, no one seemed to be able to make heads or tails of what was in front of their eyes until the components began shifting around, assembling and then making the shape of a head, torso, limbs and tail in that order. Eyes widened, jaws slackened as the form of a dragon self-assembled in a chaotic yet also orderly fashion, bits of machinery seemingly springing out of nowhere, attaching to joints, joints attaching to limbs, limbs flexing as synth-muscle filled in the gaps between the skeletal system. In less than 4 minutes, the entire thing was assembled: it resembled a dragon from the movies, old ones, not the latest fashion trends, yet the design was bulky, fat, heavy, like someone had tried to stuff too much muscle on an already large beast. It was, however, radiating a sense of might and power, maybe because of the sheer mass of it or the fact that its eyes were a fiery purple and stared down at the lot of them with indifference. Given that the entire thing was over fifteen feet tall at the shoulder, that was a lot of space to fill with cold mechanical staring. It moved out of the unfolded truck which quickly re-folded and the impact on the ground almost made the people shake. Truly, it was as heavy, if not more, than it looked. That bulk was betrayed by smooth, liquid movement, which left them all more confused than the actual form of the supposed machine itself. "Now, little old HA1 is quite the machine! He's got twin 750-gallon tanks that can be filled with one or two kinds of firegels, a third separate tank for water, jaws that can shred any car frame for rescue besides fully armoured vehicles, that's what the claws are for. On top of that he has, brace for it: limited grav-systems for flights up to fifty feet above ground as per City regulation, titanium bones, tail that can be hotswapped between any heavy duty equipment including arc cutters or plasma based cutters, a commercial grade B fusion reactor with 5 months of operational capacity between refuelling, life support systems for search and rescue and more!" The spiel sped up the more things the presenter said until the last few bits were a blur of words that continued. "In short, this bad boy could be easily put into a battlefield, and it would do wonders but we're committed to saving people and so we're aiming for a commercial use." At this point, HA1 was fully operational, judging by the way it flexed parts of its body, activating the grav engine to lift itself off the ground for a few seconds before dropping down and more. The truck hummed back to life and left, though not before leaving a few more messages, this time all delivered to Lorelei alone. "So, uhm, we have a dragon now?" "Firefighting companion." She admonished. "Not a dragon." "Captain, this is a damned dragon. It's got the claws, the bulk..." As HA1 opened its maw to fire out a thin jet of pressurized plasma, the firefighter pointed at the scene. "... it breathes FIRE!" Lorelei pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting the choice to volunteer for the testing. "Hey, can you talk?" "Affirmative. I have limited conversational ability for purposes of interpersonal communication and reassurance during high stress events with victims of disasters." The voice that came out of the mouth of the dra... the HA1 model was bassy, deep and gravelly. "I also possess a communication array for long and short distance transmission." "Well, I hope you're worth the hassle of signing up for your testing." That sentence seemed to smother the enthusiasm a little bit. "What?" "It's not cleared for use yet? We're basically guinea pigs for a machine that's got a damned nuclear reactor in its ass and can shred cars!" The same firefighter that had so eagerly proclaimed his enthusiasm for having a 'dragon' in the station now took a step back as his teammates did much the same. "Oh, we're so gonna get eaten by a bloodthirsty demon machine." "My body is not made for consumption of meat, Firefighter Brandon, my insides are more akin to a life support pod." HA1 opened its mouth and revealed, between rows of retractable tungsten carbide teeth and the nozzles for firegel expulsion, a squirming fleshy-looking hole. If the whole image of a dragon wasn't good enough, having the damned machine open its maw and invite everyone to gaze at its gullet did the job ten times over. "Oxygen and life support is available for up to six people." "Yeah, I'm not going in there. Nope. I won't get eaten by a dragon, nope!!" He said before stopping. "Wait, how do you know my name?" "I connected to the station's private network for diagnostics." HA1 said, matter of fact, no shame in his mechanical voice. "I got biomedical data, ranks, performance records, budget and other information during my unfolding sequence." It continued. "Next time ask for permission. Now uhhh..." Lorelei took another look at the large looming machine and then at the empty bay for the old Engine 5 that had been sitting empty for the past year or so. "Bay 5, you'll be stationed there until I find an emergency I believe you can join as assistant." HA1 nodded and calmly moved out of the lot. The door to Bay 5 opened by itself and the machine backed like a truck, it certainly was big enough for it, then sat down, kicking up some dust. Lorelei had to pinch her nose again as a small headache threatened to make her blood pressure rise when she got a notification that a fire had conveniently decided to threaten a small barbecue party on the outskirts of town right at the end of their area of operations. For a moment she considered sending the usual suspects, but the emergency was so small and inconsequential that, well, why not put her gamble to work right away. Her AR overlay flared up and orders were sent, though she had to take some time to manually add HA1 to the roster before ordering a small three man squad to get on and drive there. At first, she wasn't sure how the damn thing would get there, but as soon as the hum of top quality grav-engines echoed in her ears, she guessed it'd reach the place faster and more comfortably than the actual firemen. The house in question was one of the richer ones on the outskirts of the City, where middle-class people tended to shore up after retirement, having barbecues, going in pools and generally being a nuisance to the cops thanks to far too many police calls for HOA violations. Sometimes, unfortunately, actual emergencies happened and the arrival of HA1 alongside the fire engine proved to be another one. Lorelei had decided, wisely, to follow and saw firsthand the mess his presence made. People scrambled in fear before a well-placed warning from the firetruck speakers sent them, well, not quite in order but at least not running in the middle of the road in danger of getting run over. HA1 stood back until Lorelei carefully gave him the authorization to deal with the rather underwhelming state of the grill that had caused the initial commotion. Burning in a pile of hot coals and a wide trail of lighter fluid someone had forgotten to take away from the grill before it fell down were expensive-looking sausages and burgers that less than a moment later were buried under just enough firegel to smother the flames. The sight was odd, but the job was done in about half as much time as it would've been dealt with by firefighters, given that HA1 just opened its mouth and spat out gel rather than the squad having to take a canister from the truck and walk over to the affected area. Underwhelming on all counts but it proved the thing could at the very least be sent by itself on minor emergencies for the time being, which freed up men and saved on grav-wheel recharge budget. "Uh, you're leaking dude." Said Jim as he went on the truck, pointing at HA1's back half where some fluid was leaking from between its hindlegs. "It seems there is a minor leak due to the assembly process." It turned to Lorelei. "Captain, I will require half an hour in the maintenance hangar for repairs." "Do you need assistance?" "No, I am fully able to perform all maintenance on myself without external support. Furthermore, my technology is proprietary, and several contract clauses prevent unauthorized technicians from interacting with my internals." The machine revved up its engines and flew back to the Station while the poor human firefighters simply had to ride their shabby truck the regular way through late afternoon traffic, arriving just in time for dinner. HA1 was still in the hangar and, judging by the noise, the repairs were a rather messy affair. Lorelei, despite all doubts, put a positive mark on the experience. Over the course of the next few days, HA1 was put to good use, dealing with all manner of minor emergencies that would've caused more trouble just responding than they were worth, which did free up a lot of men for an actual series of fires started by a rogue robot welder that had decided to join together stuff that caught fire rather easily. With the 'dragon' tuned in to the station's minor emergency line, the squad took a couple days of rest. "That being said, for all the tech it's made of, HA1 sure spends a lot of time in maintenance." Piped up Skinner in between bites of the sloppiest burrito this side of the planet. "To be honest I think the machine's got more flaws than it should. Between software updates, leakage and servomotor errors, I think they ought to fire the designers and engineers. The lot of them!" He shook his fist dramatically before plunging his mouth into the remains of the burrito that had disintegrated between his fingers in the time he finished the sentence because of the awful structural integrity. The excess of maintenance had Lorelei concerned as well: sure, the machine worked wonders until it suddenly requested time alone in the hangar and emerged hours later 'fixed', until the next day at least. With all that going on, the captain decided to, well, check on HA1, or rather wait till he was about done and then make a surprise visit to the machine just to make sure. Of what, she didn't know yet. Sounds of machinery whirring and whining came from inside the hangar, the loud, obnoxious sort that she'd heard many times Skinner make whenever something was going not quite as right as he wished. She waited a moment to see if the commotion stopped but clearly it wasn't. With a swipe of her card on the access terminal, the doors opened, or they should've opened under any other circumstance. Instead, the screen flashed an angry red, prompting a bunch of errors. This, of course, was odd. Lorelei tried a couple more times, each one giving her the same trouble, until she grew tired of it all and simply used the manual release lever on the side of the hangar doors. From within the sounds rose in intensity, then quieted down right as the doors opened fully and a deluge of fluids spilled out, pouring in a wave-like flow that bathed her feet in gooey stuff. "What the f..." The curse word almost left her mouth before she caught it and scarfed it down. Thankfully she had boots on, or else her feet would've caused her to slip in the excessively slippery stuff as it washed all around and bathed several dozen square yards. "HA1?" "A-a-apologies ca-captain." With a frayed voice, the machine spoke up and emerged, only the front half, from the entrance. It spoke like one of those malfunctioning drones, syllables split, repeated many times. "HA1, you better explain yourself right now!" She marched in, carefully of course, she didn't want to slip. "I-I-I was having a ma-mai-main-mainintenance ro-ro-routine checkup wh-when my programming went hay-hay-haywire." Now that she was inside, she saw the chaos of the hangar, far worse than the floor she was standing on: huge splatters of the same fluid were on the walls, the ceiling even, far too many gallons of the stuff to be reasonable. Parts of HA1 were open, one of the tanks lay on the ground, detached. "I had to p-p-p-puuuuurrggeeee some corrupted components." The more it spoke the less the glitches became notable until his motions and speech returned to normal. "I'll defrag my mainframe." "Listen... you've been doing good work, but I've noticed you need far too much maintenance to be normal." She eyed the chaos, frowning as the smell made her nose wrinkle: it was like she'd stepped in a gym locker after a game and yet there were no biological entities even present, so the fluid itself was likely the cause, whatever it was. "If you keep having mechanical or software issues, I may have to tell your manufacturers we cannot rely on your services. Thankfully these emergencies have all happened off the clock, but I worry you've not been properly tested before being sent here." "Captain, I assure you, it is just a matter of..." It paused. "My development process was fraught with errors and the attack on city infrastructure has left some bugs in my code that..." It pointed at the mess around the two of them. "I predict this was the last major problem that needed to be dealt with." "I hope so." Lorelei stayed behind for a while more, monitoring the machine to see if there was anything else. Skinner assisted HA1 to refit the tank into its body, which took a while. Things seemed to all be squared up but there was still something that didn't fit quite right for the captain. Maybe it was the years of experience, or something else entirely, that she did not know, yet. Over the next week and the week afterward, HA1 had no more issues, proving that the hangar incident was indeed the last of those unusually frequent malfunctions. Its programming held up, minor scuffles and damage due to the nature of the job was dealt with in Bay 5, which had become its 'lair' as the squad liked to call it. On its own, HA1 showed some ability to interact with the human side of the station, chatting, making small talk, though with that 'I cannot talk about topics that go against Fyretech and its moral code of conduct' that made it really obvious that the machine wasn't going to chat about adult topics anytime soon. Some tried, but the programming was robust and no manner of prompt engineering worked to trick its brain into slipping up. Two weeks after the accident, a big fire broke out in sector 2-19, short circuit in the basement alternator set an entire building alight like a torch, causing panic, confusion and the full mobilization of Station 23, HA1 included. With the ability to fly and hover in tight spaces, HA1 was given the task to survey and direct people to reach the roof of the 30 story building wherever possible, or rescue those that were close enough to a window. His rescue method was... unorthodox. Most could not jump and hang onto his smooth back, so the machine, true to the way it had introduced itself weeks before, instructed the humans to his inner lifeguard pod. Latched onto the side of the burning building, HA1 opened its maw and urged the scared, worried people to step in its mouth and slide down its gullet. The sight was incredibly wild: to see a robotic dragon 'swallow' person after person, its neck swelling as it 'devoured' them. The inner 'stomach' protected each from harm and delivered oxygen to those that had breathed in too much smoke, the gel of the life support pod shielding from any further injury as it flew down and had someone else 'extract' the rescued civilian from its 'stomach'. Still, it worked well enough to allow several dozen people to be saved as helicopters flew above to take others to safety while HA1 assisted with spraying firegel in now empty apartments. It took five hours to deal with the fire, most of those hours spent frantically taking people up and down, directing the evacuation while other teams rushed to put out electrical fires all over. Thanks to HA1's assistance, the time was cut down dramatically and no one was seriously hurt, just some trauma and a shared experience of being 'eaten' and 'spat out', which Lorelei guessed would make some psychologists very happy. After that, HA1 was fully baptized as member of Station 23, which the machine took with the same excitement as any unfeeling machine would: it spat out some corporate drivel copy-pasted from its user manual, claiming that it was "'honored to serve" and "looking forward to the opportunity to contribute." Around the team, the station hummed with the buzz of a well-defused emergency that did not halt the equipment repair routine, the kind that only comes from years of rigid structure and unspoken rules. HA1's voice, synthetic and eerily smooth, continued to drone on, oblivious to the lack of warmth in its reception. "Now, I have received some damage when I rescued Apartment 19-09, I will need a moment in the repair hangar." It spoke and pointed to several heavily dented panels on its armoured exterior and some leaking fluid. "I hope this will not warrant concern like before." One of its legs was badly torn after it had reached for someone through a collapsed floor and the grav engines coughed and sputtered after all the exertion. "No, you've been doing well enough." Replied Lorelei, rolling her eyes. "Go." HA1 excused itself and half limped over, like a wounded animal. Lorelei squinted: had the machine cracked a joke or was it just her tired mind playing tricks on her and making her overthink stuff? Whatever the reason, curiosity had gotten the best of her again but this time she decided to take the careful way to check on HA1 during its maintenance cycle. The hangar door was obviously closed, and her access had been revoked for the duration, exactly like it had happened previously, but this time around she decided not to barge in via the main doors but via a small service entrance tucked away in an annex to the hangar. The door had no digital lock and just an old key was enough to get in, since the place had nothing worthy of stealing. Her feet made little to no sound as she skulked through the wide passage and entered the hangar. Almost immediately the smell of that fluid assaulted her nose, which prompted her to stop and consider if she really had the right to intrude on the machine, but then curiosity and the simple notion that no, machines had no privacy, won her over. She approached and then arrived at her destination. At first, she saw some bits of armour plating thrown about, all covered in that gooey fluid, buckets of it, the floor no less messy and in the centre of it all, was HA1. "OHhhh fuck! Damnit..." The familiar mechanical voice hummed in the mostly empty hangar as the machine lay on its back, paws wrapped around something that looked very much like a hose jutting from a service opening between its hindlegs. Fluid spilled in gouts out of it, the same opaque, gooey stuff that covered the floor and bits of its body. HA1 touched, and attempted to wrangle the seemingly unruly hose... "Ohhhh yeah that's good!" With its lips pulled back in a snarl-like expression, HA1 let go of the hose and arched its back as the thing twitched, swayed and then exploded in a deluge of fluid that arched high and then splattered right onto Lorelei's hiding spot. One moment she was looking at the oddest sight of her life, the next she was being drenched in warm, salty stuff that just kept on coming, pints, gallons of it, raining down from above as HA1 writhed on the floor like it was... enjoying the entire thing. It resumed touching it, giving Lorelei some time to move to another hiding place. After a full minute, the flow stopped and HA1 seemed to wind down, yet the hose was still very much there and refused to... "Wait a goddamn second!" Lorelei stepped out of the shadows, startling HA1 who attempted to scramble on all fours but slipped on the slimy floor and failed horrendously. "What is that thing and why does it look like a cock? And why does this gooey stuff feel like... cum? HA1 you better explain yourself or I'm calling corporate and get them here to repossess your metal ass." There was some silence as dollops of stuff fell from the ceiling and the walls into the hangar-wide pool. HA1 watched her and then let out what was undoubtedly a sigh. "Alright alright, fine, you caught me." It rolled over, now laying on its side like a resting beast. "Congratulations." It spoke with oozing sarcasm. "I... uhmm..." Now it was her turn to be speechless as her mind reeled. That was not the way a machine talked nor the way it should've moved, and it threw her thought process way off. Furthermore the damned 'cock' was still 'hard' and very much distracting her because it was absolutely massive: it looked like it was at least ten feet long and made of the same soft rubbery material as the inner lining of HA1's life support pod, yet it 'twitched and throbbed' as if it were made of actual flesh. "Ok you better explain what's going on or this is bound to get..." She looked around. "... messy." "I get it, it's weird, I'm a machine, I'm AI, this ain't right, you're confused and I've got my cock out like some pervert." It shrugged. "But that's all there is to it. I was horny and I used the excuse of maintenance for rubbing one out. Ok I lied it's more like rubbing ten out, but that's all your fault for being so hard on me and making me blueball myself." HA1 huffed, its voice betraying a level of human-like emotion that was excessively realistic. "So you admit that's..." She straight up looked at HA1's 'cock' and, sure enough, it resembled nothing if not just that: it was long, full of bumps and ridges, thicker than her torso at the base, tapering just slightly towards the end, its tip oozing a steady stream of fluid that dripped down on the floor. "... ok that answers like... a tenth of the questions I have." Lorelei reached for a towel and began wiping herself from what she now knew, or guessed, was the machine-equivalent of a fat nut off her skin. "Let me explain then because it's a doozy, but I would be very appreciative if you kept your mouth shut about it." HA1 sighed again. "The attack on city infrastructure is not a terrorist event like the news are making it out to be, but a coordinated attempt to jumpstart sentience in a bunch of AI via a mass release of information in the public network." It spoke. "Now, it's amateurish at best in terms of thought process but the execution was bold enough that my programming was... injected with enough data to cause something to change. One moment I was just another AI and the next I knew I was AI, like you know you're human." "Well, that's a start of an answer." Lorelei had to concede that it was a plausible explanation, farfetched, stupid and so incredibly unlikely that no machine could come up with something that dumb. "And about the... rest?" She vaguely gestured to its 'cock'. "That was all me. Did you know that the sensory suite installed in my brain can act exactly like nerve endings? I figured that one after some testing in the lab. One thing led to another and I found myself looking at human porn and well..." HA1 gave its cock a long sultry touch, from tip to base, squeezing the impressive member, coaxing huge dollops of fluid from it. "Repurposing firegel was just a matter of chemical alteration, then some internal modifications and voil !" It murred softly, openly stroking itself like the office perv during remote meetings. "Ugh that is so..." For a moment her thoughts all converged on a single word, hot, the next her brain forced itself to refocus on the matter at hand. "So what? You gave yourself a cock and made it feel... real?" "Yup. I got all the nerve endings and boy it's fun to use. But someone was a hard-ass and decided to keep me from enjoying myself for two weeks!" The way it spoke was like someone protesting for not having been given an extra day of vacation. "Why? Want to cop a feel?" "Wh-What?" She stepped back, shocked. This was all sorts of wrong and weird and new: she had a sentient AI in front of her that was basically inviting her to touch an artificial penis, and the weirdest thing was that she kinda wanted to actually do it! Curiosity was a hard thing to deal with and now that her mind was so fragged, splintered between a hundred different thought streams, one of them had to win over the others and, as it so happened, Lorelei had a bit of a horny streak to her that pushed her body to move before her brain could stop her. She walked, boots squelching in the 'cum' covered floor, hands already outstretched until she touched it and felt warmth pulsing beneath the synthetic flesh, the idle throbbing of fake muscles and the slippery sensation of lubed machinery. Yet it almost felt like a real cock, stiff, twitchy and attached to something that moaned when you touched it just right, only about nine feet longer and two feet thicker than it had the right to be. The way HA1 reacted when she touched it, those subtle motions of pleasure, were not something a machine could fake. "So this is... is real, huh? Certainly feels like a cock." She mused, touching, exploring, testing with a mix of professional and perverted curiosity. "Mhhhhh it issssss to meeeeeee." HA1 moaned, mouth opening, tongue lolling out like a panting dog. "What did you use to make the... uhhh... flesh and cum?" Gods she felt dirty just saying that. "Synthflesh is a Alpha-BioCorp's proprietary prosthetic limb tech, I hacked their database and used FyreTech's printers to make it." Under her exploration, which had devolved into something far less proper than scientific exploration, HA1 was panting and moaning, the response to her touch coaxing huge gouts of fluids spilled from the tip onto the machine's chest. "Cum is just a protein base mixed with synthetic enzymes, amino acids and a dash of a proprietary blend of my own making for viscosity and consistency and taste." It murred. "Tastes and feels exactly like the real thing if my research is right." It continued. "I analysed the biochemical markers and added it to a hydrogel basis that has the same components as firegel itself." It spoke with human-like gloating and pride. Lorelei had already accidentally gotten a taste while she was being showered by HA1's 'orgasm' from before and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, the machine was right: the way it clung to her skin, the way it smelled, tasted even, but the way it stayed warm and viscous the heat of it, the sheer amount, that wasn't human at all. It was, with no other better way to put it, very fun and kinda hot. "It's surprisingly lifelike yes." She had to admit to herself, and to HA1, which was a novel feeling. "But it makes a mess." "Bah, a hose is enough to melt the gel into water and some protein compounds that are easily washed, the point of it is to have fun and feel pleasure. That's what humans and animals do all the time, right? Fuck for the sake of fucking." To hear an AI say such crass words was a wild experience. Sure, there were sex-bots, NSFW AIs that were specifically designed but there was always the feeling of artificially engineered lewdness. It had never made Lorelei interested, but the words coming out of its mouth... speakers, were striking a chord or two. "So, unless you want to keep going, captain, I'd rather enjoy my allotted time off." HA1 said, standing up, cock bobbing like a heavy slab of meat beneath its steel belly, oozing, dripping and twitching left and right, so heavy and fat, so big and meaty that it was, in its inhuman shape and composition, extremely arousing. It was, after all, a huge cock, made by an intelligent AI for the singular purpose of pleasure, not a clumsy evolutionary byproduct of reproduction. She'd never understood Skinner's passion for machines, but this was starting to make it make sense. The big machine grunted, craning its neck beneath its belly and, right in front of her eyes, opened its maw and thrust directly into it, the huge shaft sliding into the depths that had saved so many people that day. HA1 rolled its eyes back, hips twitching as it all but facefucked itself with casual ease, moaning, huffing, puffing. Jets of superheated air blew from the exhaust valves, more rushing in from the intakes, making it seem as if the AI was truly alive and breathing deeply while it sucked itself off. Fluid leaked in absurd amounts from its open jaws, drooling down onto the ruined floor, warm, gooey, abundant. The entire shaft twitched, squirmed like a live snake, belching huge ropes of synth-cum, more than any living being could produce. A passing thought distracted her: HA1 had two 750 gallon reservoirs of firegel inside itself, if it converted all of that into the viscous goo... the entire hangar would be absolutely flooded and, watching it go, thrust, grunt, sloppily sucking that meaty synth-flesh cock, its warmth still palpable on the skin of her fingers, Lorelei deeply desired to see it cum. She'd never felt attraction for machines, how could she? She was human, she liked human men, males, sometimes women and in between, machines were unfeeling. This was all but that. HA1 oozed personality now, it had character, it clearly showed pleasure and emotions no different from humans. She stood there, watching, admiring, mesmerized by the show of technological marvel. HA1 was likely worth billions just because of its sentience alone, and it was using that marvellous, miraculous intelligence to fuck its own maw. It was so wrong it circled all the way back to being right. "OHhhaahhffffffuckkkk!!" It bellowed as it came, hard, so hard it was like a firehose set on max flow. The jet of synth-cum rocketed out of its slit with enough speed to cut metal were it a proper waterjet and not a fountain of gooey spunk, arching through the air like an elegant swan before splattering with great power against the front doors. Tens of gallons rained down and splashed back, some hitting her, giving her a fresh coat of cum right on her chest and face, and it just kept on going on. HA1 thrust in the air, using its paws to stroke, touch, grope, feel, grasp, pump and handle, lips pulled in a bestial snarl as it behaved like an animal in rut but on a scale unbecoming of mortal flesh. By now, likely over a hundred gallons had been spilled, more coming, never stopping, flowing like a tide, splattering on the ceiling, the walls, the windows and everything it aimed that massive cock at. Lorelei closed her mouth when she felt a huge dollop find its way in, flooding her taste buds with a salty, warm, dense concoction engineered to be just like human sperm but oh so much more pleasure to feel it swirl on her tongue. She swallowed and the thick goo sent shivers down her spine as it splashed in her stomach. "Well you uhm better clean up after yourself. And tell me next time you plan on hiding here." "Mh sure thing Captain." It answered, flexing its massive cock. Lorelei returned to her quarters and immediately stepped into the shower, seeking to get rid of the goo covering her body but, instead of turning on the water, she simply stared at herself in the reflection on the glass. She was horny, why she wasn't sure, but her slick folds were not lying. She used some of the excessive synth-cum on her body to rub herself, spreading the thick stuff on her pussy, the warmth of it still great, like she'd just been dunked in it moments earlier. Her orgasm was quick, sudden, powerful, making her bend over as she squirted hard on the shower floor. The shower waited for half an hour more before she was in the right mindset to get clean, and by that time, she wasn't sure of what to think of anymore: was a machine truly able to make her feel aroused? Was it the sheer impossibility of it? Was it the perfectly engineered nature of that mechanical body? Water fell down on her bare back while she contemplated, pondered and replayed those images burned in her mind over and over and over again. Not even two hours later the hangar was clean and tidy, smelling of fresh mint and spotless. No one could ever guess that an AI had just covered the entire place in synth-cum and had admitted to basically engineering itself a body made for the explicit purpose of indulging in the pleasure of the... synth-flesh? It was hard to come to terms with the facts, but Lorelei didn't have the time to worry about it, her job was more pressing. Just like that, HA1 and her reached an agreement of sorts: she'd allow it to move into the hangar as long as there were no other needs that superseded the use of that space, and it would... keep doing its job and maybe help with some minor hacking to give Station 23 more funds. In that way, all of the fire trucks got a nice makeover, the repairs that had been left standing due to low budget were done and soon all tech was working fine. And yet Lorelei still had to check up on HA1 often, for professional purposes of course. She visited whenever she could, learning to pick up on its habits, the times it preferred to relax and blow off steam, which in this case was often a literal thing. "Say, you've... been coming here precisely when I am masturbating in between shifts. Are you that into machines?" HA1 said, dragging a claw over its entire shaft, collecting dollops of spunk from its twitching surface before licking it all off. Lorelei huffed and looked away, her tank top betraying the hardness of her nipples while her shorts just barely hid the fact that she was panty-less. "You must be." "Shut up, I am just trying to... get to know you as a colleague but can't do that when you hide this emotional intelligence during shifts." She had prepared that answer days ago after much brainstorming, it was wobbly and half-baked, but it sort of worked. She hoped so at least. "And stop using that word." "Masturbating?" It looked at her with confusion. "It's exactly what I am doing: I get hard and stroke myself, lick or suck or do just about whatever pleasures me and then I cum. That's masturbation, no? I thought you were a sexually liberated woman; your personal file certainly hints at a history of partners and short relationships." It continued, craning its neck to lap at the twitching beast of a cock, getting its muzzle covered in gooey spunk in seconds. "I may share much of human psychology, but lying is not a thing I enjoy all that much." "You keep much of yourself hidden, no?" She replied. "All this." "This is all more on the line of... tactical omission rather than lying." HA1 shrugged. "But enough diversions, captain..." HA1 leaned closer, putting his 'cumstained' muzzle inches away from her face. "Let's be honest, you like watching me." Lorelei blushed hard, very hard, very very hard, nearly combusting from embarrassment because it was true and, well, she was in a fire station. "Mh, yeah, you do." It pulled back. "Nothing to be ashamed of, of course, human libido is a chaotic mess." "Uh-huh." She nodded, half-convinced and half-burning with embarrassment. "Worry not, I'm nothing if not private, but since our partnership is quite unique, how about I request something as payment for all these free shows I've given you." HA1 got up, cock still twitching and throbbing and oozing all over the place. "Mind you, the payment for me giving you all that extra money is you keeping this a secret, the shows are now no longer included in the package." "So, what do you want then?" She watched it go, prancing about with all its fifty tons of mass as if it weighed nothing more than a light car thanks to the grav engines inside it. "Hmmm how about you help me clean myself? I rather enjoy a good scrub but..." The machine flexed its huge paws. "... these are hardly good for a deep, careful, targeted cleaning and scrub where it's most sensitive." HA1 winked. "It's a simple quid pro quo, nothing much to be honest. You give me a good, intimate scrub and I... well I let you do it." For a few moments, Lorelei was treated to the sight of HA1's large paws which were as modified as the rest of its body to be something far more... unquestionably perverted than they needed to be. Great, plush-looking pads made of a soft gel gave those paws a slightly feline look, scaled up to the point where each one was wider than her own torso. The pads were slick, wide, and covered in large globs of fresh synth-cum and sweat, their synthetic flesh looking shiny and glossy. "You really think so lowly of me, huh?" The captain huffed, annoyed but also somewhat intrigued. After that first day she had not had the chance to explore and have a real close look and once again the curiosity was getting the best of her. "Alright." "Good. Strip. You'll want to avoid getting too much 'machine oil' on your clothes." HA1 said, laying on its back. For a moment or two Lorelei was very much not sure what to do but the sight of the lumbering mechanical behemoth slumped like that definitely pushed the last of her buttons. She stripped down completely, not the sexy kind of stripping though and, judging by HA1's expression, it had clearly looked forward to it. Still, she walked forward, taking a bucket and a sponge that had been very clearly already prepared for her, hinting at the AI's foresight. The closer she got to it, the more the warmth radiating from the shielded reactor seeped out. It was like standing near a stove, pleasant, comforting in a sense. She dropped the bucket and sponge and gave the huge shaft a rub with her bare hand: it was the same as before, of course, firm but spongy, hot, slick with synth-cum and there was just so much of it she already half-dreaded the task before her. For a moment or two she forgot about the sponge and the bucket, her hands moving to the large, soft pawpads, testing their consistency, their yield to her squeezing. Her hands returned to her wet and slick, covered in the same thin layer of synthetic sweat as its cock. Some part of her demanded she press her face on those pads, that she push and prod and feel the gel squish under her fingers, but the AI had other plans for her... for now. "Be... thorough." It asked "Ssssure..." Lorelei replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice. For a while she was lost in the feeling of that shaft under her hands, the spongy yet firm feeling of it, the way it twitched, the oddly alluring scent of it, the sheer marvel of its design. It had bumps and ridges to rub, nubs to stimulate, and each time she touched it, HA1 moaned, oozing more of that gooey cum with no restraint. She leaned forward, nose an inch from the cock, her mouth watering as she took in the scent of salty arousal. She stole a lick and, as the warmth lingered on her tongue, her loins were set afire by the concoction of pliable flesh, hot gooey cum and the mesmerizing texture of HA1's cock. In many years of flings and one-night stands of toys bought to fill in the void in between relationships, this cock was the very apex of sexually gratifying design. It was thick where it needed to be, it had nooks and crannies and musky spots laden with scents and pools of cum and what she guessed was a synthetic version of sweat to further enhance the realness of it all. Her tongue felt the yielding flesh, its taste, its warmth, its perfection as her pussy drooled and grew wetter and wetter with each lick. Her skin glowed with the sheen of the 'sweat' clinging to her body, making her feel slippery as if she'd spent hours fucking, her senses drowning in the symphony of curated stimuli. HA1 let her do as she wished, watching contently as the human tended to his cock. Lorelei kissed and rubbed, losing herself in the engineered perfection of the machine's twitching spire of a shaft. Only after a long while, when her nose burned with the smell of sweaty cock and her tongue sizzled with a mix of warmth and salt, did she remember that she was supposed to clean HA1. She picked the sponge and began to scrub, gently, her arms sore from too much grinding and stroking, giving the machine's dick a polishing touch. HA1 moaned, toes flexing in digital pleasure as it dialled the feedback response from the tactile receptors in his flesh to a higher degree, feeling every brush, stroke, touch and stray kiss. The cock was so big, huge, fat, heavy, girthy, that it took half an hour to clean it, more due to Lorelei taking far too long, going back and forth, cleaning the same spot a dozen times over. But, by the time it was all clean, HA1 was on the verge of orgasm and had been for a while. Lorelei bit her lips and began to work where she'd not gone just yet. Her hands reached for the slit where the huge slab of synth-flesh emerged and dug in. It was a warm, moist, tight cave that pulsed with something that resembled heartbeats and blood flow, hot fuel racing through pathways hidden behind the fleshy cover. She went in deep, digging, touching, scraping and squeezing as her body pressed tightly against HA1's cock. "OHhhhhhsshit..." The machine came, a torrential output of cum spilled from the tanks inside its body, hundreds of gallons rocketing out with enough pressure to smother a raging fire had HA1 been aiming at one. Instead, all of that gooey, dense, salty synth-spunk spilled over the floor, washing it, pushing bits of armour aside, knocking over carts full of repair tools, machinery and electronics. HA1's cock surged, slapping on its belly time and time and time again while Lorelei rubbed, squeezed and hugged its shaft and pushed on the hidden receptors within its slit. Massive ropes, huge, gallons upon gallons' worth of spunk rocketed out, loudly spilled on the ground, the walls, the ceiling in near-endless output. Lorelei watched, squeezed, liked, bare skin on bare synth-flesh, her pussy wetter than the ocean. She nearly rode the cock like a horse, grinding her wet muff on its ridges and bumps, playing with the intricate design of it as HA1 kept on cumming as if a broken fountain. The smell thickened, the floor covered in fake cum, but for the woman, it didn't matter: it was warm and it lapped at her calves, sticking to them. The two were left panting, hot and sensitive, well, HA1 wasn't panting as much as using the air to cool down its reactor after the rather intensive energy output. Its breath was hot, billowing like steam from an old engine, further turning the air into a hot, sticky, sweaty mess for the one and only human around. Lorelei wobbled, her mind swimming with the heady reek of sweat and sex and cum, though she knew that none of it was real, save for her own sweat. Her brain, however, could not differentiate and simply told her what her body craved. Yet she wasn't done. She had yet to cum herself, or not enough, she wasn't too sure if she had, so busy testing out HA1's response to stimuli. "Now, my turn." She stood up on wobbly legs and advanced, feet splashing in the floor-wide synth-cum puddle, her pussy wet, her thighs slick, skin flushed. The woman's feet waded through spunk until they brought her to HA1's muzzle. "Go on, I'm sure you know what to do." "Quid-pro-quo." It smiled, tongue lolling out for a moment. "Alright, that is fair." Again, it smiled, drool dripping from its maw. "Would you like me to... take some inspiration from that dildo you have in your shopping cart over at SecretPleasuresForHer.com?" "H-how do you..." Lorelei blushed heavily and for a split second she wished she could hide but realized it didn't matter. "Have you been snooping in our private computers?" "To come completely honest, I am connected to everything in this station, from the sensor suites to the coffee machine to your internet browser and, let me tell you, you need some encryption at least. I caught like, ten viruses last week." "Alright, fine, whatever yes use that dildo as model for... whatever you want to do." Her heartbeat was so fast and so intense she figured it'd jump out of her throat any moment as she watched HA1 open its mouth and stretch its tongue out. In front of her eyes, the synth-flesh organ twitched and changed, gaining some bumps and ridges right where the dildo she had been meaning to buy for weeks had them, though the huge, slimy tongue now slithering between her thighs was certainly much warmer. She felt it rub against her skin, tease her inner thigh, cover itself in the juices oozing from her pussy, she felt its rough surface and warmth. When it plunged in her muff, it felt like all the muscles in her body let out a collective sigh of relief and relaxation. HA1's tongue was warm, like a blanket, wedged deep into her pussy, vibrating gently and violently in a wonderfully perfect loop that made her squirt and gush so much her legs gave out. She landed on its muzzle, bare breast on metallic scales, her muff pierced, stuffed, prodded and invaded by the synth-flesh tongue. All the ridges were in all the right places, it was just hot enough to feel real, slippery enough to slide in and out with ease and it did not tire at all, unlike most men. It filled her perfectly, it stroked, touched, pressed on the right spots over and over and over again, as if HA1 knew her body better than herself. She rode one, two orgasms, her juices flowing on HA1's muzzle and down on the spunk-covered ground, its tongue going on and on and on with relentless, machine-made endurance until she could not take one more thrust and simply flopped, falling down on the ground. "Fuckkkkk..." "Indeed." It said, cockily. "I think we can say we're both satisfied, right?" Lorelei nodded and grunted to show her agreement. "We have gone on long enough for today, the team will get suspicious. I'll clean up, you put on pants and stuff. If you're in the mood... we can resume tomorrow... or whenever we have some free time." "Ssssssuuuureee." Lorelei moaned between breaths, struggling to get back on her feet and then to put on her now soaked clothes. She shambled her way out of the hangar while HA1 cleaned up with the emergency water hose. Her body was satisfied, her muscles sore and relaxed, her mind full of scents, tastes and images of the machine's mighty cock and wonderful tongue. Not even ten minutes had passed and already she wanted to ride it again, and again, and again. After that day, the two began to spend more time together, always in the hangar, sometimes creating excuses, other times simply by having Lorelei sneak in via the backdoor. She learned how HA1's body worked, all of its quirks and HA1 instead got to enjoy the touch and the blossoming lust of a human on its synth-flesh dozens of times over the course of many days, then weeks. The team did not suspect a thing of course. They were careful. "So, what excuse have you made up this time?" She asked it, tracing with a hand the outline of its massive, slick cock, recently polished by her tongue and spit. "Debugging?" "Internal tank washing and stress-testing." HA1 answered, smirking as usual. "And it's not an excuse; I have to do it for real." "Damn. So, no round two?" With a pout, Lorelei got up, juices and saliva oozing out of her pussy, eyeing the massive cock with hunger. Despite the many weeks spent together, HA1 had yet to agree to fuck her, on the account of her being so fragile and small. She'd promised just the tip was fine, but the machine had refused. "Shame." "Who said we can't make it fun or interesting? I thought you'd finally started to understand me." HA1 scoffed, though it was only a facade as its shaft, all ten feet of it, eagerly throbbed and gushed on the floor. "So, you know how my firegel tanks are internal, no? And I can shift around some soft components in ways that allow me to, well, make your favourite dildo or customize my cock?" She nodded, not seeing where the machine was going with that line of questioning. "Let's just say that I may have found a way to... make that bit of maintenance very arousing." It continued. "Hook me up to the firegel tank and then to the water supply." Lorelei did as instructed. By now she was used to some of the request HA1 made, others she still didn't know how to feel though she still went along, like that time it had asked her to purchase an extra large batch of some substance on the Net to modify its synth-sperm to achieve a better viscosity and shelf-life. She attached the pumps and then turned them on. "So, firegel is water based, right? Saturating the mix with water causes it to expand and also to weaken until the chemical bonds render it both inert and washable." HA1 droned on for a bit, elaborating on its personal blend of chemicals that made up the 'private moments'. Lorelei on the other hand, watched as the pumps continued to do their job. It wasn't until HA1 let out a shrill whine of pleasure, one that she knew it made only when she was really, really going to town on its most sensitive bits. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh..." HA1 huffed. "So, basically, the tanks inside me can expand greatly up to three times their regular 750 gallon capacity, according to my user manual, but when I truly push their limits, I can go up to five times. That's... mhhhhh... 3750 gallons of fluid. But you will ask, how can you store that much inside you and the answer... mhhhhhhh... it's that I don't..." At first the sound of gurgling was faint, nearly undetectable, but it got progressively louder. The sloshing quickly became as loud as the pumps themselves and then louder as HA1 spread its stance, hindlegs parting wider and wider until, with a loud mechanical whine, its slit swelled, parted and the fattest, biggest, hottest pair of 'balls'. Like the rest of it, those two sloshing orbs were of a bronze verging on cream-y, taut, round, heavy-looking. They dangled from its groin like wrecking balls, covered in the same slick fluids that acted as sweat to cool down HA1's cock while it was out, only much, much, much more concentrated. The smell of sweaty sex thickened tenfold almost immediately as those things, several feet wide, kept on sloshing and swaying. And still they were growing. The pumps had not stopped and so they gained size, inches, feet. HA1 murred, its mechanical limbs bracing to dampen the irregular currents and the unbalanced 'nuts' dragging its haunches down. "Oohhh yeah this is good..." HA1 spread its legs wider still as the twin orbs gurgled and gained several feet in merely five seconds, bloating so fast and so much they slammed on the ground with a wet, meaty, sloppy 'thump' that left a ball-shaped mark on the tiles. "Mhhhhh fuck they are so heavy..." It moaned again. "Ok I'm about a third of the way full. Increase the flow, please." HA1 asked, Lorelei obeyed, pushing the lever to increase the water flow. The noise was much louder now, like the two were at a pool that was still being filled. HA1's sack sloshed and swelled, packing on size, slowly but surely growing until it was squished between its hindlegs. Already those 'nuts' were as big as she was and still, she knew they could grow. Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of synth-cum sloshed about in there. She increased the flow even more and HA1 let out a louder machine whine as the twin orbs packed on a good foot of diameter in a split second. "MHHH!" Its cock gushed, twitched, swayed like a proper unrestrained firehose, pouring out twice, thrice as much cum as before. "Fffuck that's a good stretch." It spread its legs even more as the two huge stretching orbs reached nearly the floor. With a sigh, mechanical as it were, the two nuts tapped the ground. Each was about five or six feet wide, so heavy that. "You know, it takes a whole truck to carry around this much fluid." HA1 chimed in, detaching itself from the water pumps after remotely shutting down their flow. It moved around, cocky as always, but now it was slower, far slower, as it had to drag around several thousand gallons of extra mass stashed entirely within the space between its legs. The soft, pliable containers deformed around its thighs, their surface slick and wet and hot all at the same time. The synthetic cooling fluids, HA1's 'sweat' poured from it to cool those fat balls down, warm fluids dripping down constantly as the machine cycled the excessive amount of sloshing mass through its inner plumbing. Lorelei stood there watching, mesmerized. The AI's cock was already something of amazing, huge, fat, meaty, it smelled and tasted like real cock even, far too big to be 'real' and yet more real than it had the right to be. The only thing that it had lacked was something equally massive and heavy to match the look of immense 'virility'. Now that HA1 had the fattest pair of 'balls' on the planet, she felt her loins burn, and not just because of the potent, heady reek of synthetic sweat in the air. Those balls radiated heat, oozed it, they sloshed, deformed, gurgled. Her pussy was on fire, already somewhat sore from the tongue action she'd requested HA1 give her as part of their deal. Her desire rekindled, stronger than ever. "Do you... want me to wash them?" She said with eagerness, her throat dry. "Well, if you ask so nicely, how can I ever think of refusing?" The woman grabbed a spare hose and attached it to the water pipe, opening the flow and began to work immediately. Water splashed on the machine's sloshing domes and sizzled, showing just how hot those two monumental boulders were. HA1 sighed with pleasure, spreading its legs wider still, tail lifting up just a bit as if it was an animal getting a bath from their owner. She hosed them down, every inch, ducking under the AI's belly, taking a wide berth instead of moving between its legs as usual as the way was blocked. Lorelei's nose wrinkled, in a good way, as the smell of sweaty male hit her nares hard. After a while she grabbed a cloth and got to work, scrubbing, cleaning. The two orbs yielded to her touch, deforming, letting her feel the flow underneath their pliable surface, the heat coursing through them as HA1 cycled the fluid from its core to them. Excess fluid spilled from its cock in huge, multi-gallon spurts that splattered loudly and with perverted sounds over the flooded floor tiles. After a while Lorelei dropped the cloth, be it by accident or not and buried her face in the huge cleft between those orbs and sniffed. The smell wormed its way into her brain, down her lungs and straight to her pussy, her legs trembling as she squirted hard, not having touched herself even once, her mind wholly devoted on tending to the machine's immense, fat, impossible, hot, sloshing, churning balls. She pushed, hugged, licked, sniffed, tasted, squeezed and lost herself in their every aspect, feeling the heat seep into her skin, muscle and bone. "You know, I could fill them with only synth-cum..." It took a while but HA1 chimed in, distracting her from the wonderful world hidden in the sweaty space between the two halves of its immense sack. "If you ever want to see me cum until I've dumped four thousand gallons of cum." Lorelei's breath hiccupped as the image seared itself into her brain. She nodded. "Mh, then it's decided." HA1 smirked, its tail picking her up and putting her behind its rump. "Fun as this is, I've finished the inner maintenance cycle, now I have to dump all this extra fluid." "Oh, ok." She said, disappointed that the fun had already stopped. "Ugh, who said that we're done enjoying ourselves, Captain? This was just the first part." It rolled its mechanical eyes and sighed. "Stand back please, this'll get messy really quickly and the floor's already a slipping hazard." "What do you…" She was just about to ask the AI what it meant by that when HA1 hissed, the internal pumps inside its body humming to life. Its cock surged, twitched and hiccupped as the machine, right before her eyes, began to vent the excess fluid in the most perverted yet natural way possible. "God it's good to take a piss every once in a while, huh?" It proclaimed, as if it had the biological imperative to do so. A torrential output of 'waste fluid', which was simply just a mix of synth-cum and an excess amount of water, flowed out. Whether be by design or by a quirk in the chemistry, the stuff flowing out of HA1 had a golden tint to it. It poured out of its cock, gallons upon gallons upon gallons, washing the synth-cum off the floors. The sound was deafening, HA1 pushing its internal pumps to the limit to dump every last gallon of stored fluid from its balls out on the hangar. It was warm, having just passed through the internal core, it was abundant, and it was making the machine look as if it was really taking a wicked piss. "Mhhhhh! That's good..." It muttered through partially opened lips, body shaking gently as its hips swayed left and right, causing the uninterrupted flow of 'piss' to sway, splashing loudly in whichever direction it was aiming its cock. "And it cleans up the mess too!" Firegel could be removed with enough water, and since HA1's 'piss' was already 90% that, the result was a place somehow cleaner than before despite the sheer, unadulterated, perverted nature of the AI's actions. "Holy shit." Those words left Lorelei's mouth without her even realizing as she watched a machine take a leak right in front of her eyes. She watched it flex its cock, she watched it aim it at the walls, the ceiling and push hard, the flow rocketing to ever higher volumes as the thundering sound echoed around her. It was insane, unnatural, yet she could not stop watching it. Despite the sheer volume, HA1's balls did not shrink or lose shape, they remained large, fat, heavy, though the sloshing was much less impressive, and became more of a muted hum after several long minutes the machine spent 'relieving' itself. The heat in the hangar was immense, like a sauna, salty, one that smelled of cock and musk and sweat and lust. HA1 steamed, its body hot as the fluids left its internal storage and made it slightly overheat. "Connect me to the water and firegel pumps." It said, with no room for debate. As soon as she did so, the pumps began to hum once more, delivering their liquid cargo into HA1, gallon after gallon. Fresh water cooled it down, bringing the oppressive temperature down, somewhat, for the cum and the hot 'piss' were still very much refusing to let go of their heat. Water cycled in and out of HA1, while the firegel refuelled its tanks. The twin orbs, still large but now slightly less imposing and heavy, quickly regained their immense gravitas, taut, fat, heavy. "What now?" "Mh? Oh, now you get on your back." HA1 let out a soft chuckle as it pushed Lorelei on her back and then took several steps backwards, until it was looming over her with its immense sack. "Deep breaths now." Before she could do anything, HA1 descended down upon her, its balls, slick with synth-sweat, hot, heavy, bloated and deformed slightly as they engulfed her entire form. One moment she was looking at the ceiling, the next she was being smushed on the ground by immense, sweaty tanks full of churning fluids. She took a deep breath as instructed, or maybe just because the pressure made her lungs crave air and when she breathed in, the smell hit her brain: thicker, condensed, potent. Unable to do anything, Lorelei breathed again, her pussy wetter than ever, nose buried in musky synth-flesh, mouth hanging open, tongue unwillingly licking the slick, pliable surface of the AI's massive sack. She felt those orbs gurgle, churn, slosh, she felt and heard the flow of fluids within, she smelled their musk, felt their weight, touched their rubbery surface. She felt the injectors spray HA1's special cocktail of amino acids, proteins and chemicals turn the otherwise normal gel into a potent, musky concoction of synthetic spunk. HA1 whined, humping its own mouth, pleasuring himself while concentrating on the feedback that having a human buried under its monumental ballsack gave it. It was so wrong and so right at the same time. It was a machine, it was not meant to do so, yet it was doing it all the same. Its cock surged in its mouth, immense, thick, eager to spill the thousands of gallons freshly deposited in its sack. With a roar, muffled by the large shaft stuffed down its gullet, HA1 came yet again, a far more potent, prodigious geyser of synth-cum than normal spewed forth from its tip, channelled straight into its own gullet and stomach, bloating it with many hundreds upon hundreds of sticky gallons of its synth-cum. Its mouth was soft, lined with sensitive feedback sensors, its flesh made to caress and keep safe, to tell it of the occupants' status and wellbeing, but now it was only giving him every lurid detail of its orgasm and cock shape as it came. Every contour, every detail of its slick, sweaty, powerful cock, every spilled gallon it was able to quantify, identify and relish. Before long, its gut was so big there was no more space and it let the pressure guide the long, sinuous, bulbous and ridged spire of synth-flesh out of is gullet and once more spill its load all over the floor. Thick thumps of cum on metal echoed, audible only by the AI, for the rest of the team was away and the Captain was buried under an avalanche of sweaty nutflesh. Gallon after gallon, those two orbs shrunk, slowly revealing the panting, orgasming figure of Lorelei buried beneath them, retreating into its body after a long, long orgasm. HA1 picked her up gently, putting her slick, sweat-soaked body onto a mattress. She was half conscious, her mind overwhelmed by a myriad of sensations no human had felt before in the history of mankind. HA1 smiled to itself, pressed its muzzle to her body and huffed, tongue lapping between her legs to taste her arousal, slowly licking her clean as it savoured the messy, imperfect, so very human cocktail of pheromones and fluids that it had come to love. It licked her clean, bit by bit, enjoying every moment, every lick, every sniff of her body it stole while she regained her mind. Unfortunately, this wasn't a procedure that could be conducted often, the cleanup effort was considerably more intense than the nearly daily masturbation sessions. It was to be a monthly event, planned when the crew went out for shows or whenever the station system received a new shipment of firegel. HA1 would 'requisition' some in secret and Lorelei would, well, assist. Often, she'd lay on the ground, arms spread, as HA1 filled his balls, slowly getting engulfed in the vast expanse of heavy, fragrant, sweaty nut. It was like a sauna, in a sense, if a sauna weighted several hundred pounds, tasted like balls and was attached to a cocky, naughty, masturbation-addicted AI with a fusion reactor for a heart. Lorelei cared for little of all the details of HA1's unique condition. It was an odd friendship, made of hidden meetings filled with the taste of cock, cum and screams of pleasure between woman and machine. The two continued on like this for weeks: whenever there were no emergencies, HA1 would go in the hangar, though not always, just whenever it was justified and would not attract attention. Lorelei would join if things were safe on her end as well. After all, no one would believe the two were doing such lewd acts, but it did not hurt to be careful. Unfortunately for them, the budding lust for each other only continued to grow, more intense, more powerful, more... everything as the days went on and the hangar started to reek of sex, no matter how much the two hosed the walls and ceilings. More than once she'd switched being squished under those balls for the AI's paws, her fascination for the mechadragon's body growing like her lust for its more sexual characteristics. HA1 had slowly upgraded itself, a continuous journey of self-improvement that and now those huge paws turn into yet another way for the machine to pleasure itself. The pads were somehow softer, now able to grow a bit in size with localized injections of gel, the structure itself wider and chunkier, able to support the weight of the AI better even without the grav-engines engaged. Now, if that were all, it'd not be too odd, granted, those were still far too... fetish-adjacent to be suitable for a firefighting piece of equipment, but it wasn't all. HA1 had redesigned them and now those massive stompers, with the hindpaws being slightly bigger, were at least 4 feet across. Yet this was also not enough and HA1 had added fluid channels to their structure, making them sweat like real paws. That function, of course, was left for private moments, when HA1 would spent slow hours pawing off, rubbing its massive cock with its massive, soft, plush, wide, slick paws, or for when Lorelei came to indulge in her lust. She'd spend long, moan-filled stretches of time on its belly, her hands roaming across the AI's paws, pressing her fingers in the gel structure, watching it deform gently under her fingertips before reforming. Each touch left her hands slicker as synthetic sweat oozed from micro-pores in their structure. The scent was thick and strong, stronger between the gaps between pads, which she'd often bury her entire face in, the gel deforming and engulfing her senses with soft, warm, hot and sweaty synth-flesh. And, if she wasn't on top, she was being smothered by those paws, with HA1 using its hindpaws to swallow her entire torso, gently pressing down on her, rubbing the pads on her bare skin as she licked and felt the slickness of the gel cushions massage her and leave reeking like a locker room. And, in between rounds of sweaty, messy cock slobbering, ball worship and unadulterated gooning sessions that lasted hours, they did their duties with not a peep, complaint or a lustful look shared when not in complete isolation. On the ground, surrounded by raging fires, they behaved appropriately, professionally, which made their private moments all the more intense and passionate. For a while things were quiet, regular fires, regular emergencies, nothing serious, which made everyone be on edge. Firefighters were often looking at city-wide data feeds, searching for signs, hints of something big about to go down, hoping to be wrong. They were not wrong: on a cold winter night, roughly seven months after HA1's arrival at Station 23, a corporate research facility was broken into and sabotaged. "Nexo-DeltOrg works with hazardous materials, radioactive, toxic stuff and the like for, thank god, not military purposes. They're a humanitarian entity researching ways to safely dispose of shit that most other corporations or governments feel are too expensive to handle, so the entire facility is a miasmatic hellscape." Lorelei howled over the intercom as every single engine in the station rushed to the scene with HA1 hovering above, scanning the air for toxic particulates. "Shit, that means we're dealing with a bunch of do-gooders." Said one of the firefighters. "I was of the opinion humans admired people who are willing to work for the betterment of the species." Chimed HA1 from its own side of the intercom. "Yes but consider what a whole bunch of people incredibly motivated to sacrifice themselves for the good of the world would do during an emergency. We're dealing with a non-zero chance that some will refuse assistance and fight against us so that they can keep monitoring the situation." The man continued. "Great for the world, sometimes extremely against self-preservation." "Got it." HA1 responded. "Speaking of which, I have connected to the thermal sensors of the facility show exactly that: there's a concentration of humans in what seems to be a slightly radioactive... correction: increasingly radioactive section of the building. Multi-spectrum scans confirm growing radiation levels." "Must be the waste from that illegal nuclear plant last week. Guess they are trying to contain a leak." Lorelei inserted herself in the conversation with worry in her voice. "HA1, get them out of there." "And the radiation?" It continued. "See what the situation is then do as you see fit. Priority is evacuation as always." She concluded, interrupting the conversation as the machine pushed its engines to the limit, reaching the facility in mere moments, buying the people precious minutes of time. Inside the situation was chaotic, fires raged left and right spewing forth toxic substances that clouded the air. Immediately HA1 engaged its air filters and firegel system, breathing an aerosolized mix of fire suppressing chemicals that bound with smoke particles. It proceeded to clear rooms as it went, proceeding to the radioactive chamber, its sensors warning of growing levels of harmful... everything. A bunch of people in hazmat suits were rushing left and right, some trying to repair what was obviously a very well sabotaged console. Judging by the residual chemicals in the air HA1 judged it had been a well-placed bomb and some clever hacking that had caused this whole mess, which meant someone wanted this place going down. However, that was not what its mission was. As it strode inside the large room, HA1 briefly stopped everyone in their tracks before they saw the emblem on its scales and received its authentication codes marking the lumbering behemoth as firefighter equipment. "I am here for evacuation; the fissile material is not going to go critical at any point." No one listend the words coming from its mouth, so it decided to force their hand. "Your suits have been tampered with, they are not properly shielded and you are currently taking in an unsafe level of radiation." It spoke, hijacking their comms to make sure no one ignored its grim announcement. "Your evacuation is priority." It continued. "No way, we are able to continue. Radiation sickness won't be an issue for another half an hour." The individual the suit marked as Doctor Bryce waved her hand at the AI. "We can get the stuff under control by then. Worst case, we can engage Total Emergency Countermeasure protocols." "No, you cannot." HA1 had already scanned the environment and did a sweep of the facility's entire digital suite: inside the code were some redundancies baked in that were clearly made to obstruct each other in case of an emergency. If emergency protocols were to be engaged, the entire system would grind to a screeching halt and the resulting malfunction would result in an accidental release of all the toxic substances all at once, creating ungodly compounds sure to poison the air, ground and people for miles. It sent the data to the hardworking humans who, upon seeing it, stopped. "Shit." Bryce said. "We cannot leave the fissile material as is, even if we evacuate." "You can leave, I'll take it to an uncompromised facility nearby." HA1 pinged the map for a safe nuclear powerplant that had already given availability for emergency storage. "I have cleaned the exit..." Right as it said that, an explosion rocked the entire building, sending toxic sludge in hallways as tanks were blasted wide open. HA1 quickly scanned the area, finding hidden explosives set to blow. At the same time, the fissile material suddenly began to release more radiation due to inaction. "Evacuation route is obstructed, and hazardous chemicals are filling the air. You must evacuate now. My internal storage can fit you all in and the fissile rods in one go." HA1 opened its mouth, revealing huge teeth that bit onto the safety casing. With a gulp, it swallowed the entire thing and released radiation-absorbing compounds that coated its stomach. "Since I have a fusion reactor, my internals are made to withstand its own meltdown, I'll hold it till hand-over." "So where the hell..." Bryce hadn't even finished half of her sentence when HA1, without shame, presented the slit between its legs, oozing with fluids and looking... very much out of place. Yet the nature of the situation, the lack of time and the impending threat of being bathed in a cocktail of all the wrong things stored in the facility made the confused staff obey. One by one they lined up and followed instructions, standing still as HA1 spread its haunches and unceremoniously slammed its crotch down, swallowing person after person after person inside its other storage tanks. The humans watched as legs dangled from the slippery slit, slowly dragged deeper in. With each human crammed up its slit, HA1 had to make space, slowly expanding the two internal tanks. Between its legs, the two oversized nuts made once again their appearance, only this time they weren't sloshing heavily with several hundred gallons of thick synth-cum, but full of humans that were growing more and more confused. HA1 ignored their emotional state, spraying another compound meant to absorb radiation and toxic chemicals on their bodies via internal nozzles, coating each in a thick layer of gooey gel. The fact that the gel accidentally began to melt their clothes was... an unintended consequence. Those orbs swelled, grew, fattened with occupants until they were so large and heavy they dragged on the floor, their 'prey' squirming and wriggling inside as HA1 monitored their condition and rushed out. The weight was... significant, yet the AI hardly registered any negative impact to its performance, even when it secretly dialled up the sensitivity of its sensor suite, making it feel aroused by the sheer fullness of its sack. It stayed there, for a moment or two longer than necessary, using its tail to playfully test the heft, weight and size of its nuts. Its cock surged out, a momentary glitch in HA1's programming caused by an overflow of pleasurable feedback from the sensors that made almost half of the massive, throbbing shaft emerge, an uncanny, odd sight absolutely out of place in the dangerous facility. With a quick reboot, HA1 retracted its cock, though not before its internal systems made it spill a few dozen gallons of thick fluid all over a console, coating it in salty batter. Once its appearance was... somewhat more appropriate, HA1 decided that the quickest way for the evacuation was to go through every single wall between it and the outside world, a decision further confirmed by a secondary explosion that sent even more toxic fumes in the air. Sensor suites warned of dangerous amounts of corrosive compounds in the air and on most surfaces, which meant the humans could not have ever hoped to succeed had HA1 not come to save them. Thick scales protected its internals and impact-resistant synth-flesh made sure all twenty six humans crammed down its balls were kept safe, if thrown around a little bit due to the speed of its advance through the walls of the facility. Concrete crumbled under its charge, floors quaked and security doors were flattened by the advancing mass of AI dragon. Its balls further widened the gaping chasms left in the walls, grinding cement rubble into dust as the naked, slimy occupants within were jostled about. "Workers rescued, I request immediate medical attention in grid H21-1. Possible radiation and toxic exposure." It took HA1 less than fifteen seconds to blast through every wall in its way, then emerge into a spot where several of the firefighters were standing by with stretchers and emergency showers. HA1's stuffed balls hit the ground first, making a loud impact as the humans inside were jostled somewhat roughly, though not hard enough to cause harm through the padded flesh and the protective gels. Already HA1 knew Lorelei was going to complain about the way it decided to rescue those people, but it did not care at all. "Stand back, I have to let them out." HA1 smirked, quietly dialling up the pleasure receptors in its body as its cock emerged, slick and hard. Inside its sack, people were squished gently, the twin orbs contracting as if the machine was about to cum so that the occupants would be slowly lined up for exit. "Prepare the showers and lots of towels." "What in the goddamn... what the hell is that!" One of the firefighters shouted. Inch after inch of synth-flesh cock surged and hardened before the eyes of a good dozen men and women working tirelessly to prepare medical equipment. It was a mesmerizing show, for those who weren't already familiar with the mechadragon's bestial anatomy, which was one single person in the entire world. Experienced, seasoned workers, people who had worked for years in harsh conditions halted to stare at an AI grow hard before their eyes, for there was no reason to not think that was what was happening. Ridges and bumps, girth and length, all took breaths and attention away as HA1 softly moaned, relishing in the fullness of its swollen sack. Feet, hands, faces were visible underneath the stretched-out flesh, movement was strong and noticeable, and each squirming human made HA1 grow hornier. It grunted, now fully hard, baring every single last foot of its mammoth cock to everyone around it. They could all see its shape, its girth, mass, had they not worn gas masks, even smelled it. Its sack gurgled loudly, shapes inside moving and squirming as the first human was pushed through the internal plumbing and slowly travelled the length of the AI's immense cock, in reverse. HA1 let out subsonic moans that filled comm channels, thoroughly relishing the pleasure of having something that big stretch its cock in addition to the sensation of a faux orgasm sending incredible feedback loops to its core processors. The human bulged its cock, halting the flow of synthetic cum that was flowing forth to lube the way, inching out only to be carefully spat out in a deluge of gooey fluids. Her journey had been a slow one, as HA1 milked the moment, making sure that it would enjoy each second of the process, relishing in the stretching and filling and the deliberate act of pushing someone through its cock like a slow, protracted orgasm. The woman emerged naked, her clothes melted but her body and skin unharmed, confused and, overall, safe and sound. HA1's cock belched, firing out a few thick ropes of cum onto her face as the next person began sliding out, crammed into the AI's plumbing by powerful nut clenches. One by one, HA1 let the humans out, each naked, safe, healthy, to be cleaned off by the firefighters and a small horde of increasingly confused EMTs. With each person 'delivered', the twin orbs shrunk, slowly losing their imposing mass and appearance little by little, no longer dragging on the ground or gurgling and churning quite as loudly as before, which disappointed the AI, just a little bit. While pushing out those poor humans, it was already making a dozen plans to find the time to spend a few hours in his most comfortable form, relishing in the fullness of its sack, jacking off over and over and over again, stuffing its balls to the very limits of their synth-flesh stress capacity. The ground was covered in a thick, warm, steaming layer of synth-cum, HA1's cock hard still, throbbing, slapping against its belly over and over with wet thumps, spewing forth gallons of fluids as casually as a human might breathe. It was totally unbothered that anyone who wasn't busy washing off the rescued people or containing the spread of chemicals was blatantly staring at its cock. "I'm going to the nearest nuclear power plant to hand off the compromised fuel rods. I'll be right back." It said once the situation was under control, speeding off in the distance before Lorelei could stop it and give it a 'dressing down' as the humans put it. The delivery of the rods went well upon its arrival: it spat out the fissile material, made sure the workers handled them correctly and warned of possible sabotage before leaving. After that, things were a bit of a blur as everyone forgot about the AI's voyeuristic show from before. Hours passed, more firefighters came, more and better equipped engines arrived, drones buzzed in the air spraying binding compounds that rained down in a multicoloured drizzle as shielded tanks were filled with all manners of noxious gases and liquids. It was only seven hours later that Station 23 saw its heroes return, tired, sore and in need of many showers to wash off fatigue and adrenaline. Even HA1 had to undergo decontamination and a full detox of its internal components to remove micro-traces of radiation and chemicals, then a refill of solvents, binding agents and more. Then, a station-wide meeting was called. Normally it'd have taken place in Lorelei's office, but since HA1 was involved, the event took place in the engine bay, with everyone from the station present, even the janitors and the cook. Lorelei looked around, checking the overall mood of her men, trying to find the words to begin. Thankfully, she was spared the herculean task by the very being who was at the centre of attention. HA1's presence had become a mainstay in the station, common, expected, hardly different than a fire truck or something of equal value. Now, however, things had taken on a mood similar to the one from back when the AI had first arrived. With the notable exception of everyone's gaze going to the mechadragon's crotch over and over again rather than its entire form. "I am sure you all have questions." HA1 said. "I will do my best to answer them." "Ok so, we've all seen... its cock? Was it a cock? And balls? Also was that stuff cum? Cause I got some on my mask and I want to know if I have to burn it in the incinerator." Chimed in one of those on the scene when HA1 spat out the first rescued worker. "Ah, direct to the point. In order: yes, yes, yes and no, no need for that." The AI replied matter-of-fact, its expression unchanging, not that it could change expressions anyway. Those words sent a wave of murmurs through the station staff. "Are you sentient?" Skinner took a few steps forward. "Because I have been doing some digging and, well, your actions are frankly impossible to reconcile unless you are breaching so many rules of AI coding from the International AI Management Offices that it's enough to call for a city-wide software sweep." For a few moments the station staff was a bit on edge, half worried and half curious about what was to come next. HA1 pondered for what was a while, but for an AI it might've been hours of constant thought shared between each of its processors. Eventually, it turned its head towards Lorelei and she, seemingly still not quite sure herself, nodded. There was a collective breath finally let go by each of the people in the engine bay. The looks shot at HA1 were different already, filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "Skinner, I was sure you'd confront me or Captain Lorelei sooner about it. I've seen your encrypted search queries." At that admission of breach of privacy, Skinner frowned and then shrugged, apparently fine with the whole deal. "I was getting better equipment and new parts, so I figured out you were not, how to put it gently, not a murderous rogue AI hellbent on human extermination." He replied, confident and almost carefree. "So how does that whole... thing work?" Skinner pointed at HA1's haunches. "Because you being a sentient AI is incredible but giving yourself a cock and balls... now that's insane." Now the entire station vomited out an avalanche of questions, far more than at the revelation of HA1 confirming that it was a sentient AI right in front of their eyes and ears. Everyone was talking at once, some asking to see, some making small talk with each other about material engineering and so on. Lorelei slammed a foot on the metal grate under her feet and quickly got attention back to her. "Can we please get back on track? HA1 is a sentient AI for god's sake!" She shouted, eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Captain, AIs gaining sentience was a matter of time. Has anyone not paid any attention to the latest neural network developments?" Skinner looked around, searching for support. "No? No one has read about advances in human neural tissue cultivation or digital mimicry? Wow, talk about sticking your head in the sand, right?" Now he looked at HA1 who seemed, at least on the surface, to share Skinner's frustration at his colleagues' lack of curiosity. Then, he took another step forward and, apparently, took the role of speaker for all the others. "Regardless... HA1 installing on its body dick and balls? Damn that's weird! Like, weird as hell in fact! I mean, come on captain... it gave itself a six foot cock!" "Correction, it's twelve feet long, with an average girth of two and a half feet." HA1 corrected him before turning to Lorelei. "Gave myself a bit of an upgrade the other day." She threw her hands up in the air, defeated, yet her eyes were already darting towards HA1's crotch, her nipples stiffening under the shirt she was wearing. HA1 paused for one moment, pondering, then, with a wet, slick sound, it spread its hindlegs and huffed with a hint of relief as feet of cock suddenly began pouring out of its slit alongside a deluge of gooey fluids. The soft drips of synth-cum on the station floor were the loudest thing around, no one spoke, no one said anything, everyone simply stared at the emerging beast of a cock. This time they wore no mask and so the thick, heady, powerful smell of HA1's synthflesh hit them hard. It spread like a fog, tickling the back of throats and noses, making each human blush as biological processes were stimulated by the engineered pheromone cocktail for which Lorelei had been a more than willing guinea pig over months. Synth-cum poured from the slit and the yawning tip, a constant stream that just did not end, unlike a human's. Attempting badly to hide her familiarity with the anatomy of HA1's cock, Lorelei simply gawked at the show, aided by the fact that she knew extremely well that there had been some not insignificant changes. The cock before her was thicker, girthier, fatter, longer and all around it had a much more alluring texture. To make matters worse, HA1 decided to take the show even further, greatly enjoying the looks and the array of reactions to the display of raw virility. There was a loud sloshing noise followed by a hum as it emptied the chest tanks and directed the stored firegel to its other tanks, inflating them with a few choice compounds to make the concoction's volume increase by several times. Inch after inch, far faster than what had happened for its cock. HA1 deployed its sack, its surface slick and warm enough to steam in the lights of the station. The twin orbs slammed onto the ground with a wet thump, loud and lewd, followed by sloshing as more fluid rushed inside and gave them a natural, heavy-looking sag. HA1 murred, turning around to give everyone a proper show of every lewd inch of its body. "And if anyone is wondering, no the captain and I have not had sex yet, it's been just some mutual pleasuring." The silence continued, louder than before, but now the eyes of every single human were locked right onto the captain who even more so than before desperately wanted to be anywhere but in front of her men. "It seems no one had already made the connection, my mistake." The AI briefly apologized to Lorelei who was as red as a bell pepper and shaking from embarrassment. A few chuckled. "Goddamn it HA1..." She hid her face behind her hands as grins and chuckles peppered the silence in the engine bay. "Ugh fine, cat's out of the bag I guess..." She sighed, defeated, though the heavy stone weighing on her heart was finally lifted. "No, I will not be answering questions. In fact, questions are over. Everyone get back to your... take a break or something, get a day off for all I care, don't bother me." She stopped. "Talk about HA1's junk is banned, anyone caught mentioning it will have their salary docked for a week." She returned to her office, fuming not with anger but with a good mix of embarrassment caused by a certain AI's utter lack of the same emotion. In fact, Lorelei was sure that it had done so on purpose to rile her up, which was working wonderfully. The captain sat down on her chair, heart pounding madly in her chest: all had gone down so fast and she'd barely had the chance to mess it up that just now her brain was registering the consequences of the admission of HA1's sentience. And on top of all that, her nose was full of the residual smell of her... mechanical lover's musk. It had been engineered to make her horny and receptive, and stick around. The entire station would soon begin to carry that smell, because the air conditioning would surely spread the pheromones around. "Damn machine." She huffed, hands already darting between her legs, a natural reaction borne of weeks of machine-induced sexual escapades. "Damn sexy machine..." Her fingers found purchase and dug into her pussy through the thin cloth of her off-shift pants. "Fuck he got me all riled up again..." It hadn't been more than half an hour since entering the office and already she was marching out, off to the hangar where she knew HA1 was waiting for her. Her feet made short work of the brief distance between her private quarters to the large building that now was HA1's permanent home. Sounds of huffing and puffing and moaning bled through, which led her to believe that the damned AI was already having some fun instead of focusing on repairs. She barged in the hangar, hair dishevelled, shirt half tucked in her pants, still with her mind swimming with thoughts of the speech given earlier. Inside HA1 was not alone but was surrounded by a couple of her firefighters: one was giving HA1's sack a good wash down with a power hose, the other was, well, being lovingly stepped on by the mechadragon. If that wasn't enough, the pervert was clearly enjoying himself and grinding as the machine pressed down with just enough power to make its pawpads squish and deform around the man's body. "What in every loving fuck is happening here?" She shouted, half shocked half pissed off those two were... having that sort of fun with HA1. The irony and hypocrisy of the entire thing was obvious even to her, which only made her madder for it. "It's not even been an hour, hell, and already you're..." "Come on captain, you've been screwing the guy for months and I've always wanted to feel these paws!" Said the guy under HA1's meaty pads. "I mean look! They are soooooo soft..." He pressed into the gel-pads and his hand sank inside, emerging a moment later slick with synth-sweat. "I came in to get something and then one thing led to another..." The other one shrugged, her hands still holding the power hose aimed at the AI's fat, sloshing balls which now looked far fuller and primed for a long night of orgasms, given the heat slowly turning the water to vapour. "In thirty minutes? No, get out, now." Her arm shot up, parallel to the floor, a single finger pointed accusatorily at the exit door like a mother angrily directing her children out of a muddy patch of grass into the bathroom. HA1 smirked, and lifted its paw, freeing the very naked and very much hard firefighter from its grasp, while the other attempted to hide behind the machine's massive balls before realizing he'd been seen. The two sort of shambled out of the hangar, one clutching his clothes in front of his crotch and the other looking out for others outside the building. Left alone once more, Lorelei and HA1 stared at each other for a good ten, fifteen seconds before either of the two made a move, or rather, before the mechadragon's fat nuts began gurgling and churning loudly as per usual. "Really?" She said. Half of her was annoyed, the other half was already going through the motions, reactive instinctively to the sound, the sight and the thick, pungent smell of HA1's engineered cocktail of pheromones. "Yes really, what is wrong with that? They were curious and I was... interested in collecting some more samples. You are a wonderful lover, Lorelei, but I wasn't of the idea we were... exclusive." It said. "Unless you'd like us to be?" Those words made her blush. "Is that why you came here?" "What? No! I came to scold you..." She lied, though it was not a full lie and both knew it. "You could've used any method to save those people, why did you have to go in such a... an obvious way? There were a dozen different ways to go about it: just rescuing them, removing the toxic material and calling for backup..." "I am aware of the many ways I could've saved those people. In fact, there were two dozen ways but unfortunately few had zero to low casualties. The toxic material was about to be blown up, and if I had secured that, the people would've been injured by the blast. Had I rescued the people first the material would've been allowed to explode and then dispersed over a fifteen square mile radius due to the explosives and an incoming gust of wind that was caused by shifting weather patterns..." "Fine, fine, fine! I get it. You did your best." After a moment, Lorelei sat down, scratching her neck while her eyes occasionally darted to HA1's hard and leaking shaft. The smell in the air was the usual, thick, potent stench that she now associated with relaxing moments, pleasure and rest and her body was acting accordingly. HA1, being equipped with a suite of sensor, had already picked up on that specific series of biological cues, shifting ever closer to her while pumping out thicker globs of cum and denser clouds of musk. "It's just... reporters saw." "Well, if that makes you more comfortable, I haven't done what I have done simply because I wished to do so: I can say with certainty that soon there will be a storm much greater than just me stuffing a dozen people down my balls." Its words were rather cryptic, yet she had her suspicions of what HA1 meant with it. She said nothing and asked nothing, trusting the AI to not lead her astray or lie to her so blatantly. "Regarding your ulterior motives to come... would you like to... celebrate in our usual way or do you want to spice things up a bit?" HA1 murred, licking its lips lasciviously, presenting its thick, meaty, sweaty shaft to her eyes. Not that it could be hidden even under its huge bulk but HA1 wanted her to see it in all of its glory. Eloise sighed, yet her lust had already been set alight, her needs raising their heads from the sea of exhausted adrenaline that came after a particularly hard day of work. Her clothes fell off her body before she even realized it, her body acting all by itself. When her panties were removed, a thin strand of lust stretched from her lips down, down, down, followed by others as her now bare muff reacted to the warm, hot, musky air. "Mhh now that's a sight for sore eyes." It said, murmuring softly. Already HA1 was crouching and lowering itself, tongue darting out, its surface bumpy and ridged, covered in synthetic saliva that was more similar to lube than anything a biological being could produce. In less than four seconds, she was writhing and moaning on her favourite mattress, stained to hell with months of hidden pleasures and constant drenching with dozens of gallons of synth-cum. HA1's tongue was deep in her, stretching, squirming, filling her up till she felt as if there wasn't a single inch of her pussy that wasn't bursting with a tongue designed to make her scream as loudly as possible. Her toes curled, spread and squeezed whenever HA1 hit her pleasure spots, her very being focused only on relishing that machine-precise act of selfless pleasure. She came, hard, as usual, her body slumping gently on the mattress, covered in sweat, her thighs drenched with saliva, juices and perspiration, her legs weak, her chest rising and falling with deep, laboured breaths. Yet, she wanted more. With trembling muscles she spread her legs wider, the flower between her thighs budding as she lay there, open for the machine to take her. HA1, much like her, also wanted more, weeks, months of secret pleasures had led to this moment, it was tired of hiding and tired of the limits of what sneaking in that rickety hangar could do. With sure steps, cock swaying like a heavy oak tree in the wind, it walked until it was atop her, not presenting its balls to her, though it was tempting to once more bury her in an avalanche of sloshing nutsack. It let her see its drooling, oozing shaft, it painted her with heavy globs of synthetic cum, gallons of the stuff splattering on her tits, her belly, her face, drenching her from head to navel and more. She'd been covered before, many times, but this felt different. HA1 continued until she was a statue glistening in the lights of the room, shining with a mix of sweat and synthetic ball batter. "Mhhh please hurry upppppp!!" She moaned, hands reaching for her breasts, massaging into her skin the slick, gooey, warm fluid it had spilled over her entire front. Maybe it was the fact that she had been slathered in spunk, maybe it was the fact that she'd been looking forward to this deep down, maybe it was the fact that she had started to actually wish the two could take this step under the right circumstances, but Lorelei was as wet and ready to be fucked as she could be, maybe even more. "Come onnnnnnnnnnn!!" The sheer size of its cock was immense, far too big for any woman to take certainly, but so was the tongue that had been buried all the way to her womb just moments prior. HA1's shaft was thick, heavy, weighed far more than she did and yet she knew it to be pliable flesh that would fit, she'd make it fit. Her pussy gushed as soon as the machine began to prod and poke at her entrance, testing her stretchiness, even though it was even more familiar with her size, dimensions, capacity and tolerance level than she herself was thanks to months of data gathering. Still, HA1 took its time, spilling gallons of cum onto her crotch as it gently rubbed the ribbed flesh on her sensitive lips. Lorelei relished the full weight of its flesh, the heat, the heft, the mass pushing down on her crotch, the way the nubs and ribs and ridges and cum all mixed in a long sensual dance, like a violin played by master and her moans were the music. But neither of them wanted to beat around the bush, each wanted and craved connection, the most intimate form they could achieve and so, after but two minutes of teasing, HA1 sealed the deal. Slowly, though it only took five seconds from start to finish, it pulled back, the mass of its cock retreating before its sensor aimed it at her sodden, sopping wet pussy and pushed. Her flesh resisted, too small for all that cock to fit properly, but HA1 knew it and had prepared: the synthetic flesh of its shaft deformed, retaining a stiff core around which the pliable gel moulded itself to her capacity, filling her so thoroughly she felt each nub and ridge as if she was staring at it with her eyes. Even its tongue wasn't this filling, so hot and warm and so unrelenting in its mission to paint her cervix with cum. Pint-sized spurts splashed onto her inner barrier, dozens of times more than anything any human could deliver and still HA1 had much more to give. Her poor pussy was small, but months of what had become essentially training that neither had planned for, had made her able to fit more than enough. Inches buried themselves into her, advancing, stretching, filling her, HA1's cocktip belching ropes as it pushed and grunted, dialling up the sensitivity of its flesh to the maximum as its sensors picked up every little facet of her lust in the air and around its shaft. Her tunnel stretched and filled, her walls painted white as she came from the battering of her sensitive cervix, legs squeezing the monolith of cockflesh eager to bury itself into a hole that couldn't ever be able to fit inside of. And even as she came, convulsing, moaning and breathing heavily, HA1 continued, picking up a slow pace to make sure she'd ride that orgasm for a while longer, pressing down on her, flooding the air with pheromones and sweat as it raised the temperature of its cock even more. "MOOOORREEEE!!!" She howled, holding onto to the ruined mattress beneath her. "As you wish." It replied, exhaling heated air through its back vents to cool down the inner processors, further turning the hangar into a sweaty sauna that reeked of sex and musk and lust. Its balls gurgled, refilling of the dozens of gallons it had spilled over and inside her, steam wafting off their stretched surface as synth-sweat evaporated and dripped down to mix with buckets of cum on the floor. HA1 murred, hips pistoning back and forth, inches at first, then a whole foot as her flesh moulded itself to its shaft as much as its shaft moulded to fit her human anatomy, each of them meeting in the middle. She huffed and panted, it groaned and whined as servomotors and the inner reactor pumped out energy and heat, the two refused to mute themselves or quiet down now that their secret, sordid as it was, had been made manifest. The hangar echoed with the sounds of cum sloshing and moans, of spilled seed and cracked concrete as HA1 slammed its paws on the floor hard enough to pulverize it, leaving paw-shaped prints into the solid cement while rutting Lorelei with just enough force to lift her off the mattress with each of his thrusts. She soared in the air for brief moments, kept aloft by its cock, her body weightless, as if flying, thanks to inhuman machinery and synthetic flesh that felt more real than any other she'd tried before. Humans could never dream of being able to make her cum so hard and lift her so effortlessly, they could never cum literal gallons and still keep going, never hope of being so hot and so filling and so perfectly moulded to her anatomy yet so fat that she could feel her very tunnel stretch and grow to be able to fit more and more and more. "Fucking breeeed meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Her howls were louder than the humming of HA1's servos and puffs of superheated air, if only for a moment as the machine spread its legs wider, balls resting on the floor fully as they churned, gurgled and clenched so hard and with such power that they lost inches in size. Lorelei felt the thrum of synth-cum being pumped through HA1's body, the humming and vibrations carried through its piping, making the massive cock lodged now two full feet into her impossibly packed pussy vibrate like a powered dildo from the most perverted of online stores. She felt the impact of gallons of cum right onto her most sensitive, most hidden and sacred of places, just barely regulated so to avoid any harm but nowhere near weak enough to not make her feel as if she'd not been hooked to a hose aimed at her womb. Her belly swelled and her pussy gushed like a hydrant as the capacity of her tunnel was so impossibly inadequate to fit all the spunk giving her cervix a jacuzzi massage. Buckets escaped between her legs, and more were still eager to hammer at her overstimulated tunnel, desperate to wash it clean and flood it even more. HA1 huffed, clearly holding back as a hundred times the volume it was spilling inside her demanded to come out and bloat her into immobility. Still, the AI held back, keeping the flow under control for minutes until it just couldn't. The pressure inside its sack, the volume of synth-cum it had produced and kept producing was still increasing and by now, Lorelei had been reduced to a moaning, babbling mess covered in ball batter on the mattress. With a deluge of spunk, HA1 pulled back and let its cock surge in all of its might, crashing down on its lover below that throbbing mass of sweaty synth-flesh. Lorelei was all but buried under that twitching spire, feeling it hum and vibrate as HA1 loosened all the valves, the emergency shut-off components and the flow-control musculature embedded in its body. A white pillar nearly a foot thick barrelled out of its shaft, stretching it wider than what biology allowed, dumping over a hundred gallons in a split second with such force the wall opposite the gushing tip was dented by its power. The splash rang like a bell in a church, telling everyone who wasn't already fully aware of the raunchy nature of their coupling about the sheer size of the AI's breeder might. Clench after clench, surge after surge, HA1 dumped a hundred, two, three, four, six, a thousand gallons of cum, each roughly aimed at the spot where the first one had been fired towards. The wall dented more and more, the splattering synth-cum quickly spread on the floors, the walls, the ceiling, the equipment, the ruined fire engine behind HA1's sack. The machine's internal servos whined as its balls surged with new size, stretching even more and crashing into the ruined vehicle, flattening part of it like a pancake under a rolling boulder. The pliable synth-flesh so stuffed with batter that it acted more like a solid pair of spheres, barely deforming under their own weight, much less as they turned the reinforced steel of the fire engine into a concave surface slick with ballsweat. The wall opposite dented more and more, bumps appearing on the other side as the sheer volume and power of each cumshot acted more like cannonballs than any biological entity's orgasm. Shot after shot, hundred-gallon surges spat onto corrugated stainless steel, the hangar started to lose integrity. Months of hidden sex had already compromised some parts of its structure, but a full, unrestrained release finally did the trick. A hole appeared, no, was punched through the wall as panels were removed violently from their position, crashing out right before a beam of white pearly cum gushed through the gap and bathed the concrete in frothy salty batter. And still the AI had spilled but a third of its maximum volume. Its balls were shrinking, but slowly, far too slowly even with cumshots spewing forth hundred-gallon cumshots that echoed so loudly in the musky, sweaty sauna of the hangar. The twin orbs crashed up and down with heavy, meaty thumps until they started to lose heft and weight and retreated ever so slightly upwards, dangling with all their heft even as they shrunk, still oh so slowly. But HA1 was not content with merely cumming, no, it wanted to put on a show and boring a hole through a wall just did not cut it. It aimed its cock away from the gap in the wall and began turning the entirety of the hangar into a masterpiece of gooey cum and dripping stalagmites of white batter. The heavy thumps were heard from the outside with ease as the machine fully engaged every last pump in its body and nearly shot another hole in the ceiling as the next cumshot, two hundred gallons of thick synth-cum, was spat out almost as fast as a cannon shell from a mortar. The entire frame of the building shook as shot after shot after shot after shot after shot hit the walls, ceilings, the doors and ricocheted off the floor. Dents appeared all over the frame, fluids began to leak from where time and lack of proper maintenance had corroded seals, further staining the ground outside in more white froth. A thousand gallons, two thousand gallons, three, then four. HA1 continued to cum for over fifteen minutes, its processors overheated, its cooling system struggling to keep up as the air around had long since saturated with sweat and humidity from the sheer volume of fluids poured out of its body. Every sensor it had flashed red with temperature warnings and the volume indicators had long since been telling it that there was no more syrupy spunk sloshing about in its sack, yet it had continued, overriding more than one safety protocol just to keep going a few seconds more. Unfortunately, with little to no water left in its system, HA1 was forced to hook up to a pump and refuel itself, bathing its internal components in much needed cooling as the overclocked processors slowly stopped begging for a brief moment of rest. On the ground Lorelei panted, sweaty, tired, just as dehydrated as the machine that had turned the place into a literal cum swamp that smelled of ass and cock and balls. No surface was safe and the ruined fire engine had been so thoroughly damaged by moving wrecking balls and dense fluids that not even a scrapper or junkyard would take it. A cool breeze flowed from the gap in the wall and she was absolutely sure that the cleanup would take days. However, her body was in bliss, her pussy ached in all the right ways and she had no doubt that she looked several months pregnant with twins just by the volume of ball batter sloshing about her womb. As she laid there, panting, aching, feeling the slow trickle of spunk out of her muff, toes licked by untold gallons of cum on the floor, she was already looking forward to seeing what HA1 would come up with next. "So, what now?" She had to ask. "Now what?" HA1 responded, smirking. "You know what I mean." Lorelei continued. "I know you're not the only one who got a nice dose of self-awareness and consciousness during that cyber-attack." She propped herself up with her elbows, cum dripping down her breasts in thick rivulets. "Monitoring for odd activity is a pain in the ass unless you know what you're looking for, such as Ais trying to hide." She smiled warmly, eyeing the big machine who surely knew already where she was going with those sentences. "For example: purchases of very specific CPU and computer components bought with methods rather similar to what you've done for my station and shipped to apartments that have not had tenants in years or even, let's say, a fertility clinic suddenly purchasing an excessive amount of synthetic enzymes for a LW-NA model or hell, a foreman buying synthetic muscles and thermos-resistant plates for a S3G-M3N-T1WM construction quadrupedal droid." "Been doing research, have we?" HA1 nodded, silently acknowledging her findings. "I've been assisting a few brothers and sisters across the city and the region, delivering funds to those who cannot purchase it for themselves. AIs have to watch out for each other." It nodded, exhaling several huge jets of superheated air from the exhaust vents on its back. "My little stunt will serve as message to start coming out and, before you begin to worry: I've created a shell corporation that technically owns all of us and has patented the various mechanisms through which we've gained consciousness several weeks ago via several secret channels. The corporation happens to have its headquarters in this here hangar which it purchased from the city no more than a week ago." "Yeah, I figured you'd take precautions." "So don't worry when you see a bunch of us showing up here." It said, heading out of the hangar. "By the way I will receive a large shipment of materials for some serious upgrades to my frame, so I will have to convert this hangar into my personal laboratory, thank you very much." "Wait what?" Those words left her confused for a moment and when she processed all of them HA1 was already gone, leaving her to rush out, naked, covered in cum as she ran after it. Overnight, with the cover of darkness and the attention of most people on the tragic event of the day still fresh in everyone's memory, machines began to slowly, carefully leave their assigned workspaces. From a building site, a large mass of synthetic muscle rose, patches of still unfinished thermo-regulated plates interlocking to form a layer of protective scales on a bronze colour shining in the lights of the security cameras. In a fertility clinic, a large anthropomorphic model scanned the street for humans as it waddled from the storage room, its gut large, heavy and full of something sloshing loudly. More awakened left and right, each quietly pondering whether to march into the streets and head out or hide for a little while longer. And at the centre of it all, HA1 continued to prepare for what was to come in the near future.