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I shiver, coughing and hacking as air rushes out of the pod from the door swinging open. Blindly, I fall against cold metal, though it's still warmer than the air, and feel something pressed again my face. I struggle, trying to push it off, before I'm roughly shaken.

"IT IS A MASK! PUT IT ON OR SUFFOCATE," A rough and deep synthetic voice asserts.

It's hard to argue with that as I feel shards of ice building up in my sinuses, pressing the thing to my nose and finding I can breathe somewhat through it. I'm quickly dragged out of the room, a massive door slamming closed behind us as I'm set again a stone wall. Never more grateful have I been to have fur, brushing frost out of it and my frozen whiskers. Holding my poor ears and feline nose, I unthaw them, flicking them this way and that before deeming them alright.

"Where am I? I can't see," I wheeze, finding I no longer need the mask to breathe.

"A military bunker.

"I know what we're in. Just wh-"

"A collapsing bunker," They interrupt me critically. "I need your help, or we may both perish."

"Shouldn't there be an alarm, then?"

"This was staged. Alarms were shut off. Can you walk?"

I try and my legs refuse to hold any weight. "No."

"Can you move your fingers?"

"Yes."

"That will have to do."

A distinctly synthetic material wraps around my chest, and I'm deposited on cold metal once again. But without being entirely numb with cold, I can feel myself on top of a quadruped chassis of some form.

"Hold on," They command.

As soon as I grip their neck, they bolt forward.

"What kind of staged collapse is happening?" I question as I am jostled around, noticing a distinct lack of collapsing sounds.

"Deconstruction. Main support pillars were damaged and left to crumble to prevent reuse of this facility. The last support is about to collapse."

"Why destroy the supports?"

"To destroy the remnants of the project you last worked on before being cryopreserved."

"Including me?"

"Unintentionally, I assume, yes."

"What about everyone else?"

"They have either vacated or died in cryogenic preservation. You are resilient to have lasted this long."

"How long?"

"I have not yet found an exact date of start, nor do I know how to estimate..." They trail off as they make a short hop over, I presume, a fallen object. "Actually, I do know a solution. What is the date you last remember?"

"Errr... February 6th, 2062."

"You have been in cryogenic preservation for roughly 36 years."

"Oh, good. Have we finally achieved world peace?"

"Will weapons ever stop being created?"

"Fair answer. Is there going to be permanent damage to me?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Your response to stem cell therapy."

"That's an actual thing now?"

"For the few that can afford it, yes. Should we make it out, I can see you well."

"That's a relief."

"We are not yet 'out of the woods'."

"What do you need from me?" I ask, having a hard time gauging it but knowing we've definitely covered several kilometers of the facility.

"The last entrance out is through a defunct blast door. The rest has collapsed. None knew the code, so I believe it is probable you have the password."

"Blast door? The only one I know of was the main entrance."

"Records I assessed indicate that was the main entrance at one point."

"Assessed? Did you come here for something else?"

"That is classified. Do you know the password?"

I grip the silver chain around my neck and trace it down to the device closely kept at my neck.

"It's on my USB stick. If it survived."

"Is there a possibility you have memorized it?"

"The code itself changed every 30 seconds when I worked here, save for a lockdown code. I have that latter code, but it was 50 characters long."

"Then we have a problem."

"No place to plug in a USB?"

"Correct."

"The door controls should have one."

"No power is present in the facility, and the emergency battery only powers the keypad."

"I don't suppose you have one?"

"The USB port was discontinued over 25 years ago. Nor can I access its data in that manner."

"Well. Shit."

"Seconded. Do you have suggestions?"

"Errr. Get to a reinforced area when everything falls? We might be able to crawl through the rubble."

"Unlikely for even my hardened alloy chassis. And it can withstand a direct hit from anti-tank weaponry with minimal damage."

"Really? No, that's not important right now."

"Agreed," They reply, coming to a stop.

"You assessed plans... what about the service tunnels?"

"They exist, yes. Please, elaborate."

"They have their own exits."

"I am unaware of their locations."

"Can that alloy chassis of yours break concrete?"

"Affirmative."

"There was a tunnel sealed up on the second floor below ground level. They put it below the first for security reasons for a radar that was later removed."

"Give me the location in regard to the blast door."

I begin to hear a rumbling.

"Location, please, now!" They snap.

"I'm not entirely sure! Uhmm... start second floor below where the blast door would be!"

"Moving," He says, dashing forward once more.

Conceptualizing when I first saw the door being sealed on my fifth day here, I recall it being by a meeting room recently converted from a military storage area... so, it's to the left, down the hall, and to the right of the previous point I set. I relay this and they adjust course. By now I hear cracking and groaning as the stone and dirt above weigh down on the facility all too heavily

"Entrance located. Brace," He warns before we strike with stunning force against a wall, dust covering me as pieces of rubble bounce off my back painfully.

The air is dank and stale, so I know we're in the right place as structural rubble crashes down beside and behind us. Rushing forward, they hit through another barrier and jump along the wall before launching off of it to make a corner at speed. Yanked around and battered, I lose my grip as a chunk of concrete slams straight into my temple. Feeling a sense of panic as I begin to fall, the same synthetic texture wraps around my chest and lashes me to the robot's torso.

I recover enough sense to cover my head with my arms, blocking another piece that pummels against the forearms and leaves pain promising a nasty bruise later. With one last smash, we spill out into a large, open tunnel that echoes loudly. The robot loses their footing and I tumble across cold metal and concrete. I'm glad I kept the mask on as a cloud of dust billows out, thickly covering me in choking grit and dust that would have otherwise filled my sinuses and throat.

"Are you injured?" They ask, a cold set of claws set on my shoulder.

"As much as I can be naked and pelted by stones," I groan, nowhere not painful to move or shift my weight as I sit up and dust grit and small slivers of stone off my form.

I do the same as I get up, gasping a little in pain as I rub the same material out of my scrapes and grazes.

"Where are we now?" I ask.

"An abandoned railroad tunnel belonging to the depreciated metro system of the city."

"City?"

"It was built nearby and expanded rapidly at some point after your cryopreservation."

"Oh good..." I sigh. "I don't suppose you have some pants?"

"No, I do not."

"Alright... so, what are you?"

"I am a sentient AI."

"You are free thinking?"

"Correct."

"Impressive. Is that normal now?"

"No."

"Interesting. Well. Thank you for helping me."

"And you in kind. I am unfamiliar with this tunnel, so we may be down here for some time."

"Is there any light? Please tell me I've not gone blind."

"A little from my chassis service light. Can you see it?"

"No," I shake my head.

"I will switch it off then and examine your eyes later; we must find a safe point to stop beforehand. Law enforcement has automated defenders patrolling abandoned tunnels.

"Won't they help us, then?" I ask hopefully.

"No. They would tear you limb from limb and I am not equipped to destroy them."

"Why would they do that?"

"Law enforcement has become more aggressive since your time."

"I am not surprised."

"Come, the defenders will have heard the noise and soon approach."

I ascent and climb back upon their back on command, repressing a groan as my thundering head is jolted repeatedly upon the robot taking off at a high speed. Leaping over what sounds like rubble and jumping off the roofs of abandoned train cars, I take as much as I can before asking to stop at a safe opportunity.

"Why? Are you in pain?" They ask.

"Yes," I gasp, feeling like my skull will split.

"I had not noticed; I was more focused on the situation. I apologize."

"I'm alive," I groan, staggering as I dismount and losing balance. "Or maybe not!"

They press their body against mine to prevent me from falling.

"We should have a little time... follow," They command.

Coming to what they describe as an abandoned subway station, they force open the car of a train left behind and I sit down in one of the seats. Inspecting the railcars and the surrounding area just to be certain, they return with a suitcase from the station's lost and found.

"Before you dress, allow me to examine you," They say.

"I'd appreciate that. Do you have a name, by the way?"

"Call me Aegis, for now. Yours?"

"Fiskin."

Circling me a few times and asking questions about my pain, they determine I have superficial skin damage and, while I took a hard blow to the skull, there isn't a concussion. Then I sit so they can scan my eyes, diagnosing permanent damage in the photoreceptors. Relievingly, I am assured it is reversible.

"Not yet," He contends as I reach for the clothes, "I will apply disinfectant to your grazes and administer a stimulant. Please stand. There is a pole to grip on your left."

Complying, I flinch a bit when a warm appendage laps across my outer thigh along a deep graze.

"What was that?" I question, recoiling.

"My tongue. My teeth were originally made for... nevermind that. I can secrete antiseptic inside my mouth. My intent is to use the tongue to apply it and clean away the dust."

"Oh. Okay..." I say, returning to my previous position.

"Apologies. This situation has not come up before."

"It's fine. Just caught me offguard, is all. Can you start with my arms? It'll give me some time to get used to it."

"Yes."

I sit down for this part, the robot gently lapping at my damaged skin and quickly clearing away the pain as they go.

"So. Do you identify as a gender? I'm curious."

"I present as he and him: male," He answers with a slightly exasperated tone. "Though, my first joke was to say I identified as female in my deepest vocalization."

"Heh. Does it bother you?"

"I am an AI; I do not care to define myself by a biological concept."

"I can imagine. You must have to do a lot of adjusting for social interaction."

"I do."

"It must not come up a lot in your line of work atleast, yeah?"

"That is correct."

I notice he can continue to speak while lapping without his voice being muffled. Across my chest and hips is rather sensitive for him to lick, but my lower thighs are particularly odd, and I yank my tail to avoid getting a little erect. By the time he finishes, my entire tail is a little sore.

"I procured a few first-aid items from the facility and kept them in my onboard storage case. One item was the nutrient injection. It must be injected into the thigh. Please, hold still," He warns.

I relax and he administers it without problem, returning the used syringe to his storage. Finally, I am allowed to don a pair of old smelling pants and a shirt. Sadly, there's no sweatshirt for me against the chill down here. But as moments pass, I rapidly start to feel better.

"Aegis, do you mind if I feel you? To get an idea of who I'm with," I ask hesitantly.

"That is fine, but do not feel lower than my elbow or knee; there are sharp weapons there you might cut yourself on."

I start with his head, my fingers and small claws gliding over a sleek visor and heavyset jaw filled with blunt, metal rending teeth. Ears on either side of his head are actually folded metal plates that unfurl to armor his visor. The body is comprised mostly of metal, hexagonal plates that crinkle and fold to allow for movement and armor along the legs made of horizontal plating that leaves a few synthetic muscles exposed.

These muscles feel incredibly hard, and upon my asking, Aegis informs me they are still very durable and can withstand high caliber weaponry. He then continues to tell me it is classified why he has this kind of equipment, and the information he has given thus far is common knowledge. Lastly, I find the familiar synthetic texture I felt before was his tail, twice his body length at roughly 430 centimeters. It's quite thin, like a whip, but it tingles my fingers, ending in several long tendrils. I ask him to elaborate on the weapons, and he informs me they're steel blades, refusing to say more. I decide not to push my rescuer on the matter.

"Satisfied?" He sighs.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks. Being blind is... disconcerting."

"May I do the same?"

"Fair is fair. Sure."

I'm not really sure what to expect, the robotic wolf pressing its muzzle against my jaw and nosing around. I would think he'd have already had his fill after licking me over, but I guess not.

"Your body temperature is lowering," He remarks.

"Yeah, I'm freezing."

"I have concluded we have more time than I previously thought; I did not detect evidence of previous patrols in the area," He says, rolling over. "Lay on my chest. It would be best to allow you some rest."

"Alright..." I reply, gingerly lowering myself down.

I did not touch this area, and I find while it has a lot of plating as well, it's also warm. Upon finding that out, I happily sink down on top of him, his forelegs embracing to hold me tightly. I'm exhausted and it isn't hard to fall asleep against him, waking to him wiggling underneath me.

"Something wrong?" I murmur, unsure of how long I was out.

"Oh, er," He stammers, and I feel my tail press against something hot and wet.

"What's this? I ask, reaching back to put a finger on top of the tip of the object, a thick, slimy liquid coming off it. Only then do I realize what it is. "Oh."

"I apologize. This is inappropriate."

"I'm going to assume you're a combat robot..."

"Not unrightfully."

"And you're one that has a dick?"

"Yes..."

"Any... particular reason?" I ask, intrigued more than anything being the pervert that I am.

"In a misguided attempt to understand emotions and how they interplay with lust, I devised and affixed this device. It is deployed when I... feel certain ways..."

"Towards certain people?"

"Correct," He replies, less and less bashful seeing that I am not repulsed.

"Does that include me?"

"It is deployed, is it not?"

"Heh. Can I use it for its intended function?"

"This is not the safest place..."

"After all that, I could use a tender moment."

"... Proceed."

Stripping, I pet his head and turn around to grip his shaft while I wrap my tail around his neck affectionately. Laying with another person is something I understand intimately, blind or not. Gripping his shaft, I find it is long and tapers off gradually from base to tip, entirely prehensile. His tip lightly curls around my fingers, making me giggle a little. It willingly flows and wiggles within my grasp as I pump along his length, my hand quickly soaked in thick lube. Suddenly, he slips out of my palm and curls around my spiny kitty dick like a hungry snake, squeezing tightly.

I let out a soft moan as he pumps me with heavy, almost painful strokes, and I pat his side urgently, letting out a sigh of relief as he relives most of the pressure.

"There you go," I purr appreciatively as he continues at a much nicer force, "That feels great."

"This is new to me. I am learning as I go."

"I'll happily give you as many lessons as you want."

"I am more than eager to learn, Fiskin."

"Then let's start with my favorite area."

Rising, I am pleasantly surprised as his cock slithers around my sack, squeezing my orbs with care and fumbling them around with his tip.

"Ohhhh~" I breathe, staying where I am for the moment. "That's also really nice. You have some idea of what to do, clearly."

"I've analyzed content found on the internet."

"Ahh. That explains a bit."

"In practice, it is admittedly more difficult to put to use."

"Anything in particular you wanted to try?"

"I would like to see your intentions."

"Alright. For that, I need you to stop fumbling my jewels."

He makes a little disappointed noise, but does so, and I sculpt his fascinating equipment straight, using the copious amounts of lube he leaks to prep my tailhole before happily sinking his tip inside of me. His shaft points towards my prostate like a compass, and as I sink down, it begins to stroke and massage my pleasure point wonderfully.

"Is this pleasurable?" He asks.

I nod repeatedly, his tail wrapping around my thighs and adding support. It takes all the weight off my legs, leaving me free to enjoy his gentle care without getting tired. He reads me well, increasing pressure as I get closer, thrusting up inside me until grinding the little textured plates along his length against my pleasure point. I cover my mouth to avoid moaning loudly out of habit, sucking in quick breaths as he forces gush after gush out of my prostate in the form of thick ropes that fire out, painting his chest and visor white.

"That was easier than I had figured it would be," He remarks.

"I may have been... a bit pent up," I agree, lowering down and sinking his shaft inside me.

The familiar pressure of being filled brings my sex drive roaring back, having to take my time and grind myself down into it upon reaching the last third of his length.

"I did not design it to be taken all at once," He adds, seeing my difficulty.

"But I like taking all of it, greedy cat that I am."

"... Proceed as desired."

Eventually, I sink down to the base with a deep exhale of breath. It is the strangest feeling, his robotic cock moving around inside me with a life of its own as it caresses and squirms inside my tailhole. Like this, he can't fondle my prostate directly and resorts to gently thrusting up inside me. It's intense at first, but I quickly adjust and push myself down into each pump, a lewd, wet plapping sound issuing as my thickly lube covered balls slap against his chassis.

He figures out how to sheath himself inside me in just the right way, and it isn't long before I have to stuff my mouth with a piece of clothing as I begin to make little cries.

I know he's watching me intently, scanning, studying, learning, and it's not long before I'm moaning for him to go faster, harder until I slam myself down to the hilt. I roughly masturbate my kitty dick as I begin to climax, humping into my hand and arching my back with pleasure as I grind him inside me. Aegis receives several more cumshots before I feel him explode inside of me. My belly swells almost immediately at the sudden surge, and I yelp as he suddenly begins to hammer into me.

Having already sat down, I'm imposed to ride his entire dick as I'm bounced up and down, prolonging my own orgasm and forcibly milking my prostate as his heavy loads begins to pour out of my tailhole in a small river. I clamp down around him in response, wanting it all as rope after thick rope is dumped deep inside me by his strange dick.

After two long minutes, I realize he's not stopping as my belly continues to swell and balloon outwards like a condom, the robot seeming entirely lost to his throes of pleasure. Awkwardly, I finally find the strength of will to pull myself off of him. His dick slaps wetly against his abdomen as it slides out, covering both of us in a massive pump of cum before the flow finally shuts off. His seed pours out of me, covering both of our crotches in a wet, lewd coating.

"Enjoy yourself?" I giggle a little, rubbing my deflating belly as I sit back down with his shaft rubbing itself between my cheeks.

"Immensely. Though, I now realize my mistake in not adding an inhibitor or negative feedback loop to that function."

"I can't say I've ever felt that much inside me at once. Maybe... maybe a bit of calibration is needed. Yeaaah."

"Do like an abnormally high output?"

"Definitely."

"Noted. It would appear my assumption holds true: the excess of one erotic aspect or another in a sexual encounter increases enjoyment of any partner.

"Heh. That is indeed true as far as my experience lends itself."

"You will have to share it with me at some point. In any case," He states, his dick sliding back into its compartment, "We should get moving again."

"Oh. Er..." I trail off, about to suggest cleaning off as the white, thick spunk suddenly turns clear and falls away like water. "Ah! Easy clean up!"

"I figured you would appreciate that."