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Not Yet Satisfied

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

Being an acknowledged slut among the dolls of Haven meant that there were people that would take liberties with you. Most of the time, Lydia was completely fine with that; after all, she dressed the way she did so that people would do just that, and so she'd have a chance to get off from futa-cock or worse. But this time, it just hadn't been enough.

The Eevee flattened out her shirt, barely enough to run down to a few inches over her belly-button, and she tried to do something with her skirt, as well. It didn't really work, either, barely coming down to the top of her thighs, and the slightest movement - let alone breeze - showed off her pussy and her ass at the same time. Her entire body was wet with the juices of the futa woman that she had just been fucked by, and the money-shot had been splashed all over her face, back, and even her chest, soaking her shirt against her breasts, showing off just how big they were.

And they were big, she knew. She had gotten them enhanced recently, scavenging rare silicone from the trash piles outside of the chop shops that she knew about. If she'd been caught, she would have been the next victim, but instead, she'd managed to bring enough of the soft stuff to make her chest even bigger.

Despite her lack of satisfaction, she hopped a bit as she walked down the streets, looking down at the enhanced breasts beneath her shirt. They bounced, but with a slight delay due to the cold weather. It was stiffening it up, making it so that it needed more of a push to get moving. She sighed, coming down down -

Squelch. The pressure of the impact drew some of the excess fluid out of her sex, making it run down her legs. Lydia might have been embarrassed about that, back when she had first been activated, but these days? It was one of the ways to get people to look at her and get in the mood. Fast.

Not that there were many people on the streets at this hour of the night. She sighed, shaking her head and making her way down the sheet-metal paths, heading towards the nearest strip joint. Considering the number of rapes that the dolls of Haven suffered through, it was almost surprising that any existed, but at the same time, the mayor insisted that they were the only things that curbed the worst of them. Something about giving some sort of consensual outlet and making sure that the rapists knew about it, hoping that they'd choose that over the more destructive act.

Lydia didn't know if that was even possible, but she knew that the strip clubs were hot, and that was good enough for her.

The curvaceous Eevee stepped through the wax paper 'door' that covered the entrance. Not many people in here tonight, and half of the ones that were seemed to be passed out over their drinks, leaning over their cups and occasionally turning towards the stage. She looked from them to the performers, an Espeon and Umbreon pair that were grinding up against each other, the light and dark 'mon dolls pressing their breasts together, groping one another's asses.

She smiled, her pussy clenching idly at the view, feeling her juices rolling out past what was left of the Raichu futa-doll that she'd enjoyed just a few minutes ago. From what she remembered, there was going to be a Pikachu mom and Pichu daughter taking the stage later, but for now, this would do.

Almost like it was its own separate program, her libido pushed her forward, her hips swaying more than they had in the entire walk down to the club. Her body was in full sway, her inner parts clicking softly as they were starting to lack in lubrication with all her fluids going somewhere else. The doll made her way to the bar, knowing that at least a few eyes were turning to her.

The bartender, a white-colored Lugia doll with the biggest tits in the joint, looked her right in the tits before looking up at her face. Eyebrows went up, and Lydia blushed, even as she thrust her stained chest forward that bit more as she sat down.

"P. Juice, and at least half a dozen shots," she said.

"That's a lot."

"I'm looking to get smashed."

"Drunk smashed, or fucked-smashed?"

"Both."

"That'll do it...you got for it?"

"Lydia's tab. Paid it off yesterday, so should be good."

"...Yeah, just found it," the bartender said, tapping a screen below the bar. "Fine. But you know what you're getting into."

"Oooooh yeah..."

"Your funeral."

"Hasn't been yet..."

The Lugia doll shook her head, her jointed arms clicking in a sign of age. Lydia would just bet that this one was on its last legs, the doll holding herself together with lubrication from the stage workers and more. Heh. Probably she'd see one of the doll workers get promoted later, pushed to take the place of the bartender.

But she could still serve drinks, and that was all that mattered to the Eevee. She took the first shotglass, filled with a murky, bubbly liquid that might have once been clear, and then tossed it back.

Hot, wet, and altogether filled with a familiar musky flavor. She coughed as she forced herself to swallow it, feeling it run down her throat with a mess of goo and slime. Shivers ran up and down her wires, filling her with all sorts of different feelings and sensations. The mix of sexual signals combined with the odd, processor-skewing chemicals that was in the P. Juice made her head swim, and made her push her hips out a bit more on the stool.

Oooooh yeah...that's the...that's it...

She smiled as she swallowed the last of the dribbles in her mouth, feeling her skirt rising up just a bit more, showing off a butt that was nearly as enhanced as her chest. She reached back, wondering if she was really being subtle as she fondled her ass or if she was just fooling herself. Oh, who cared, really; she could just enjoy the feeling of being that hot, that sexy, that on display and waiting for...for...

Heh, she'd remember it after another drink, she was sure.

Getting a better grip on the second shotglass after almost dropping it to the floor, Lydia looked over her shoulder. There were a few females that were looking at her, dolls that looked more than slightly interested in her, as well as a few that were starting to tent their meager clothes. More cocks on ladies, more people that could screw her hard.

Yeah, she just needed to be a bit more relaxed, a bit more appealing.

Another shot, then a third, and she was barely supporting herself on the bar with her breasts, her ass pushed out so far that it was just about floating in mid-air. She had spread her legs, and she could feel her own juices running not just down her legs, but drooling free-form down from her sex towards the floor. She had to look like a horny freak at this point, but that only made her hotter, hornier.

She could feel some of her systems starting to go a bit wacky, parts around her sex starting to force it to clench and squeeze without anything in it, her asshole doing the same. She shivered, feeling her silicone cheeks coming together, clapping together, before sliding apart in a half-second delay. The warmth was loosening her up, alright, but it was always a bit slow without a physical touch on it.

Her arousal was getting hotter and higher with each drink she took, and she could feel her head swimming. Her pussy felt such need, felt so empty.

"Mmmph..."

"You're halfway done," the bartender said. "You want me to take -"

"Leave 'em...gonna get them...soon..."

She reached back between her legs, rubbing her fingers against her pussy. Oh, that got their attention. She could feel a lot more eyes on her, now, eyes that were drifting from the strippers to her. That made it a lot hotter. To think, she was sexier to the dolls in the audience than the professionals.

That was a hot, hot thought.

Jamming three fingers into herself at once, she hastily downed another murky drink, feeling the P. Juice drag against the back of her throat, slowly running down into her stomach. She wheezed softly, not because she had to, but because her processor told her to, a pre-programmed behavior to all this.

"Ah...you guys...you girls...like?"

She pulled her skirt the rest of the way up, showing off her ass completely, running her fingers over her pussy again and again. Each touch made her wetter, made her drip that much more, and she could feel her body shaking from head to toe. The various signals from core to limbs were getting weaker, but she didn't care. Everything was feeling better, and nobody else was looking at the performers anymore.

Giving into the urges just felt so good these days. One time, she might have been scared, but this...this was hot...hot and good and...better...

Four fingers, now, four fingers buried deep in her pussy as she downed her fifth shot. Her head was swimming, her balance almost gone. There were a few takers lining up behind her, one of them with a dick, the rest without. Delicately jointed hands rubbed along her ass and her thighs, encouraging her to lean further backwards, to give them more to play with. She obliged, took the sixth shot...

And then started losing it completely.

Giggling, her inner containers for her pussy juice started voiding themselves, almost like she was wetting herself at that moment. She giggled hard, feeling her arousal spiking...

And when one of the audience finally shoved a finger into her, she went over the edge. Her scream was almost electronic in its frenzied way, and she almost bucked herself right off the stool.

And then, the real fun started.

The End

Summary: Lydia, an Eevee doll, heads into a strip club hoping for some attention. To help her relax, she starts drinking...and you can guess where it goes from there.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, creampie, cum, eevee, anthro pokemon, doll, exhibitionism, drunk, wet, wetting, showing off, fingering, silicone, enhancement, stripper, strip club, orgasm, cum,