AN – Inspired by all the unappreciated deliciously perfect asses in this specific fandom. And testing out 1st person MC POV as I think it should be more immersive.

Disclaimer – I do not own NieR: Automata

WARNING – Violence, Smut and Profanity

Thoughts – "Thrusting speed at 120 MPH….. Target destroyed…"

/oOo\

Sitting in the dark cramped space of the shitty apartment on the ass end of the city I grew up in. Lack of ventilation making it stuffy and rather warm. Stench of sweat and stale sex courtesy of my once a month fuck with the cheapest whore's on the block, reminding me that I need to clean my warn sheets.

Letting out a self-depreciating sigh, reaching to my side and opening my bar fridge containing juice and cooled stale pizza. Taking out a half-eaten box and a fresh carton of orange juice. Taking some sanitary wipes to clean my hands and face before stuffing my said face while watching some old ass anime on my shitty laptop. Able to quote every line from memory at this point.

Memories of being disowned and cutting off all ties from my family. To imagine that barely a year ago I was living in a three story home with a snobbish family living off a fortune inherited from my Grandfather.

'Not that I blame them. Nearing 27 , three years older than when they started having kids and I'm still trying to get through university.'

Regarded as a parasite that gave nothing back and depressive, reclusive attitude making me an outcast amongst the family. Given just enough money to be able to eat full course meals at a cheap restaurant for about a year before being told to fuck-off.

Now here I am in my crappy apartment, NOT feeling sorry for myself. Experiencing some of what it means to 'Live the hard life' for about a few months has taught me to appreciate the smaller things in life.

Like how much more cost effective it is to pay for sex with a professional who needs the money, than wasting all more on entertaining a girlfriend you don't even really like enough to honestly admit you have actual feeling's for her. A girlfriend that might put out every now and again. With the ever lingering threat of dumping your sorry ass for the next best thing. All that money, time, effort and unneeded stress wasted on mediocre sex.

That it doesn't matter what quality food you eat but what is good for you without wasting all that money on crap you will be shitting out in a few hours. Hell, you enjoying steak with some fancy side?. I'm chowing down on a can of heated spam and baked potatoes with butter, same fucking thing.

Broken out on my monologue, something I do quite often with growing frequency. By a random email alert pop up.

"No fucking way…"

Recognising the sender's name. ' pAp's '. The nickname I gave my grandfather when I was just a little, slightly weird child.

"You've got to be shitting me."

Pinging of a new message grabs my attention.

"I shit you not Adam my boy. But my time is short, I only have approximately two minutes before the agents tasked to stalk you notice something."

Before I even come up with a response, my phone lights up. Snatching it from my bed and looking at the screen saver displaying an address half way across the world. Before a countdown form 100 starts.

"An inbound UAV drone will blow up your apartment block in the next 90 seconds. Get your ass to the address I gave you. Take your bank card and phone. Leave….. NOW."

"FUCK!"

…..

Few hours later

International airport

Splashing my face with cold water, staring blankly at the haggard reflection looking right back at me.

The haunting faces of all the people in the apartment complex I watched blow up in flames. My bitchy land whale of a landlord. The hot slutty teen two doors down from me, her alcoholic father who I'm sure was fucking her and her loud mouthed paraplegic mother. The single mom working overtime as a waitress and her twin boys around 7 years old.

' I could have warned them. I could have done something!.'

Lashing out, like a dumbass I punch the mirror. Causing minor cracks and splitting two of my knuckles.

Gripping my aching bleeding hand. Looking up and gasping in shock at the sudden appearance of a beautiful red headed woman standing behind me.

" W-what, lady you know that this is the men's r-", Her arm a blur jabbing a syringe into my neck before the hiss of whatever is being injected into me sounds out. Moving to pull in out when I go slack and fall forward into her grasp.

"W-whaa, tha fuugh…"

The last thing I see is the face of a red haired angel looking down at me muttering coldly in an emotionless almost mechanical female voice. As her cold hands lift me up effortlessly.

…..

Unknown location

Unknown amount of time later

Relieved groan escaping my lips as if waking from a long much needed sleep. Moving from my faced down laying position on what feels like a warm padded floor. The dimmed lighting seemingly brightening at a rate that gives my eyes time to adjust.

Black reflection-less walls becoming transparent and revealing a very familiar face. Flanked with the hot redheaded bitch who drugged me in the airport's bathroom. Trying to talk when a sharp pang of pain flares from my throat. Coppery taste of blood at the back of my tongue. Hands reaching up to feel the soft wrapping around my neck.

Sending a frightened, questioning glare at my grandfather who I thought would have been a mostly decomposed corpse at this point.

"A needed precaution for what is to come. I, 'disabled', you vocal chords to put it lightly. Which makes it more convenient, your inability to speak should allow me to explain without any interruptions." his warm slightly tired gaze becoming cold and emotionless. "I need a successor."

He starts pacing, assistant handing him a data pad that looks like something from ironman that tony stark uses in his lab or whatever. Gaze now manic as he starts bringing up schematics.

"You see, for years I've tried to combat the one thing that would prevent me from achieving my purpose… Time. I've tried serums to extend my lifespan, tested on the people governments allowed me to use as lab rats in hopes I provided them with world revolutionising discoveries. After thousands of failures I finally thought I had succeeded. But…" A video of my grandmother laying on her sickbed pops up on the screen. Fast forwarding three days, I look on in shock as the once 75 year old woman suffering from stage three cancer. De-aged to a beautiful thirty year old woman.

A pang of mournful sorrow expressed on my crazed grandfather's face before muttering something. My astonished gaze becoming one of horror, pain flaring up in my throat as I try to yell out towards the lifelike depiction of my dead grandmother when she suddenly began to rapidly age while screaming in agony. Bloating up as the tumours raptured her wrinkling skin, before drowning on the blood she was vomiting up.

'Jesus Christ.'

"I failed….. But! , I remembered one of the wonderful chats we had online in my time as an international fugitive and I started your sex education rather prematurely." Chuckling warmly at a seemingly amusing memory, before bursting out in mirthful wheezing giggles. "I can't believe you added, White Milf BBC gangbang, as an example in your cultural exchange presentation."

My now borderline figuratively malfunctioning mind, a complete fucked up whirlwind of pure confusion, sadness, rage and pure incredulousness.

My grandfather's mood doing a complete 180 and becoming suddenly serious and impressed as he starts. "Do you remember when we spoke about the multiverse theory when you started reading those fan based stories and novels?." Bringing up the chat.

"ROBOTS!"

Gesturing to the redheaded female who awaits her next command. " I figured, if I found a way to upload my conscience into a super android id be immortal and smart as fuck without even trying to be." Quoting the response I had when he asked me if I were to say, journey to other galaxies. How would I prevent aging and in effect have my adventure cut short.

"Not only did you provide the solution to my dilemma. But gave me a new obsession. "Fiddling with the holographic data pad when large hangar bay doors disguised as a metallic wall off to the side.

Revealing two large arcs of metallic rings, with the smaller one inside the larger one. Atop a helipad sized dais. Looking vaguely similar to those spinning constructs from mass relays in Mass Effect. When I suddenly recall something.

'Is that a fucken-'

"A Stargate," My grandfather answers, seemingly knowing what I had been thinking." Well in theory. It resembles one and has the same purpose in a sense. To traverse space. Though I don't have a clue on the time bit."

"As to why I abducted you…. I'm running out of time Adam." Opening his lab coat to reveal a red glowing crystal connected to tubes sewn into his surprisingly wiry muscled form. "I have approximately, seventy to one hundred years left to live. My body too weak to undergo the necessary procedure, let alone voyage. Not to mention who will be able to perform it on myself the way only I now how."

A chill creeps up my spine as dread settles in.

"I am proud and sorry to say that I will be passing on the burden of fulfilling my work, to you Adam." Ripping at the wispy grey hairs on his near bald liver spotted head as he paces frantically. "The need to know everything. The what, how and oh the why, the fucking WHY?."

"What's next when all in the natural world is explained?. What about the unseen world? Hmm?. How could I test on something I can't physically see!?, What evidence is there?. Why?WhyWhyWHY?WHY can I not see past this!?"

Swiping his bony hand through the empty space before him.

"Please... that's enough."

The cold emotionless voice of his human like robotic assistant calming him as it rests its hand on his shoulder. Giving what I assume is a reassuring squeeze. My back hitting the other screen like wall of my cushioned floor transparent cell.

Making to speak but releases a tired sigh instead. "For what is worth my boy. You and your grandmother are the only two people I truly cared about. But my work, requires sacrifices."

The hangar bay doors of the Stargate still in construction room, the same time my chamber is filled with scentless gas.

/oOo\

"More power.."

Along with is assistant dialling up the power output, the subject writhing in agonising pain strapped to the metal alloyed operating table's incomplete body locks up.

Softly glowing implants of his augmented brain flashing in tandem's of his heart's beats, visible through his eyeless sockets surrounded by red glowing cybernetics. Skin flayed from the neck down to his entire limbless body. Covered in writhing bloody muscle and glowing chord like veins. Chest cavity slightly parted to reveal one heavily augmented lung on the right and two large augmented hearts matching the combined mass of that of the single lung. His stomach linked to what looks like a coiled power core network taking up the space of where his large intestine would be.

"Heath signs green. Nano bots replicating en masse." The red headed cold beauty announces.

"Commence relevant info dump and tissue supply. Hold power output and increase steadily."

After a long while, tubes injecting fats, blood and minerals into the body. Adams limbs regrow from the synthetic alloyed bone, regrown nerves, augmented muscles and reinforced armoured mesh like, layered skin growing over his body.

"Procedure success."

"Good. Wait untill subject is fully operational and carry out combat conditioning."

…..

Watching his greatest creation so far, tear through enemy constructs with precise blows in a whirlwind of controlled savagery. After sustaining an injury, healing and learning. Evolving as it takes down one target after another with increased effectiveness and speed.

Ripping out a mech's core, punting it into a rocket launching drone while delivering a thruster enhanced punch to a ten ton metal alloyed freight container. Sending the large bulk of screeching metal into the cover a stealth mech is currently hiding.

Head snapping to the side as a high calibre armour piercing round bounces off his skull. Leaving a bloody gash as he turns his cold murderous gaze towards the now de-cloaked sniper. A red headed female in a skin tight combat suite holstering the sniper rifle, jumping from the simulated building's top floor just as an explosive blast of energy is fired at it. Levelling the construct.

"You failed sixty-nine. Performance would greatly improve from perfect to unparalleled if you rid yourself of useless human impulses, you are one no longer."

Not bothering to give a response as his arm morphed into an energy cannon changes back just as he launches at the now charging female robot. The ear rapturing sound of a sonic boom sounds out demolishing all constructs and clearing the battlefield within the radius of a crater forming impact.

Vicious blows are traded, blocked and parried. Dispersing the scattered rubble and smoke just as fast as they erupt. Limbs and bodies a blur, like a phantasmal smudge's in reality by the human eye.

Explosion of force accompanied by the whining of shredded metal, clears the cloud of dust revealing the hunched over female robot. Half of her beautiful face torn off revealing a metallic like skull with a crushed crystal like optic orb in its socket oozing liquid crystal solution. The hand of the arm impaling her half torn chest reaches up and grips the back of her skull in a bone crushing grip. Denting her metallic skull.

"I am more than you could ever hope to be." The calm emotionless tone coming from the victor staring down at her now upturned face. Slowly applying pressure to the skull in his hand.

"Enough Adam…..", The command gaining not response from his grandson now android about to crush his assistant's skull. Sighing tiredly. "Sixty-nine, stop."

Letting go of the female robot and dropping her to the floor.

' Combat simulation ended '

The devastated wasteland of a city in ruins disappearing to reveal a large empty bunker filled with the burning and smoking remains of demolished robotic constructs.

Adam, now dubbed android 69 remains still and waits for his grandfather to give him his next command while some maintenance bots take the now barely functional redhead to the workshop for repairs.

Like a rage mad beast raging in a cage he couldn't hope to break free of. Is the best way to describe the young man turned android. Adam wanting nothing more than to rip the old man approaching him into a million pieces, before putting him together and doing it, again, and again, and again. As he had done to him. But the safety protocol's implanted into his cerebral core within the augmented brain that has been made a super computer with no equal.

Adam having still retained most of his human persona, is unable to fully express himself through his new body. Like playing a first person game through the eyes of the character.

His grandfather accessing his secondary core in place of his diaphragm. Making a few adjustments before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"It seems like the time has come." Expression morphing into one of giddy excitement. Well as close as the wrinkled mug of a 100 + year old man could get to it. "I cannot wait."

…..

Laying immobile in an upright stasis pod designed as a sarcophagus filled to the point by face is the only part of my form not submerged. With a synthetic gel containing some enhanced bio-synthetic nano-bots seemingly in stasis.

Answering my unasked question. "A little something I finished earlier. They will steadily upgrade your 'hardware', be responsible for your body's reconstruction to the absorbed DNA of whatever should find you. So you can blend in" Gesturing to what looks like a touch pad beneath the opened glass porthole allowing me to see.

My grandfather who sits in a wheelchair next to my hovering sarcophagus. Health deteriorating to the point his organs have started failing. Loyal red headed assistant standing at the ready.

"Well my boy, I know you are eager to be rid of me after all I've done." Letting out a dry chuckle between hacks of raspy coughs. "But I hope you have good experiences on your journey. Should you find me in an alternate timeline. Give this to me." Sending me a cluster of memories through the AI'chip implant.

Though oddly enough he looks towards his assistant who had just started up the pseudo stargate. As if waiting for her to say something. Feeling shock since the first time I had been made into weapon, with the directive to gather every bit of new and foreign information.

The emotionless assistant who's named after my grandmother. Who I see as nothing more than an ass kissing, chunk of sexy metal alloyed, stone cold bitch. Smiles down at me. Her warm smile shattering any mental image I've drawn up of her as her eyes change to an icy blue colour and red mane of hair shortening to a neck length bob of raven coloured hair. Looking like a carbon copy of a younger version of the very woman she is named after. My mind capable of solving some of the most insane mathematical calculations in less than a quarter of a split second recalls something the madman of a grandfather said.

"I figured, if I found a way to upload my conscience into a super android…"

After everything I've experienced and seen so far. It's not impossible to imagine that the madman wouldn't upload his wife's consciousness into a fucking robot.

"I was wondering when you woul- Aurgh!"

His cry in agony companied with a resounding snap of the woman's hand clamping down on his shoulder.

"Quiet yourself love. You've done enough." Smiling down at me softly, with tears brimming in her perfect eyes. "It's probably a given that you hate me as much as your grandad at this point."

The unstable star gate's violently arching energy warping and even causing some objects to vanish.

"I wish that there was more time to explain. But know that I will always love you, make sure to have some fun while on your adventure."

The rest of the sarcophagus filling up with the liquid. Not hesitating to inhale it before freezing me in stasis while looking up at the smiling duo, of what is most likely two of the most fucked up grandparents in the world.

/oOo\

Orbital Satellite

'Bunker'

Commander White, head of the YoRHa Command.

Tries her best to keep her calm as her two most trusted operators, 60 and 210 confirm for the fifth time since touching the stasis pod like sarcophagus. That inside lay a human male. Having sent an extraction team to investigate an anomaly near an island not far from earth's Bermuda triangle.

"Commander!" Operator 60 cries out and along with 210 retreats a few paces from the stasis pod as it seems to boot up.

Commander White's hand resting on the pummel of her blade at her hip, as the lid hisses open.

A pale hand covered in some sort of black liquid grips the side. Mass of the black liquid lurching upward revealing a humanoid shaped torso. Violent coughing along with vomiting up what fluid remained in the supposed human males lungs and stomach.

"At ease!" Commander White commands the two antsy operators. 60 about ready to disable the male leaning over the coffins edge.

However White's ready to kill the two operators in order to protect what could be the last human in existence. Knowing the lie about the Council of Humanity could become a reality with this human male.

'Maybe even more.' Her mind already simulating all the ways she could use this discovery to her advantage.

"Bring in a team for decontamination and medical assistance."

210 doing as commanded whereas 60 hesitates. Conflicted as to whether she should assist or study the humanoid waking from the pod. But complies in accompanying her Commander who is also her on and off again lover.

A while later Commander white along with 60 and 210 watches through a one way mirror as medical personnel clean and garb the rather docile half human/android.

60 blatantly ogling the undeniably attractive male specimen who's beauty surpasses that of her beloved commander herself.

210 as cold and composed as ever.

Commander White trying to keep her composure, feeling her cunt moisten at the sight of what would be the man of her dreams. Not knowing that her DNA was used as the basis of the Biosynthetic android's appearance when she had touched the stasis pod. Basically a male version of herself, only better in every way.

Mid-back length, light blonde coloured silky smooth, wild spikey hair. Bangs framing his face reaching his collarbones. Beautiful androgynous face with crystal blue eyes. Lithe athletic swimmer shaped body. Huge fat, 15 inch long, forearm thick torpedo shaped uncut cock narrowing towards the fat helmeted head. Big, fat balls hanging in a tight smooth ballsack like a back of two ripe plums. Perfect elfish, pretty boy form of 1.79 metres in height covered in near indestructible Biosynthetic milk white skin with a barely noticeable diamond dust tone giving him an appearance of an angel or divine being.

"Prepare a room for questioning."

…..

Sitting inside a sterile white room with a grey one way mirror. Hacking into the orbital satellites systems. About eighty percent complete with fully downloading all relevant data when Commander White. Yes the bitchy hot PAWG from the game NeiR Automata comes strutting in. Thigh high, 'fuck me' pumped heels, to her rather provocative side slitted uniform that seems to be painted on her voluptuous, sleek form. Exposing her flawless snow white skin covered, bottom half of her slender hourglass waist. Wide hips and exposing the upper thick milky soft thigh not covered by the thigh high boot.

"Christ, its either she's pulling a cunt flossing wail-tail with the micro thong she might be wearing. Or ironically going 'commando' being the commander of a ship filled with fat assed goddess like androids.'

Staring at the woman in charge of this satellite, thanks to my body being incapable of fully simulating most human emotions my blatant ogling probably comes across as a look of curiosity. Personal files, and memories gained from the DNA gained from her, showing that she is somewhat conceited aside from being a conniving bitch. Fully aware of the effect my final fantasy levelled pretty boy charms has on her.

The sooner she is under the illusion she has me wrapped around her finger, the sooner I can get down to earth and end this 'eternal war' by putting those incestuous butt buddies Adam and Eve out of their misery myself, then get the access codes to the arc…. Some data clusters from robots….. Maybe DNA samples of the animals too….

'My damn programming.'

Commander White strutting towards me, folding her arms beneath and accenting her ample bust. With her trusty riding crop in hand.

"My name is Commander White…, I have a few questions to ask of you. I suggest you answer as clearly and truthfully as you can." Putting up and imposing front.

…..

Few months later

Operator 60 paying close attention to the physical data being displayed on the monitor, while the newly dubbed Unit 69 undergoes extensive combat training and diagnostic tests on physical limits. "His vitals are good, green across the board. This is extraordinary, no Unit could have gotten this far with unarmed combat alone. Not to mention sustaining zero damage."

Commander White becoming ecstatic while retaining a calm composed mask. 'His combat potential far surpass that of our latest Unit 2B and former Unit A2. No doubt an invaluable asset.'

Watching him destroy the tenth consecutive wave of at least a dozen prototype models the machines repurposed for android extermination, within seven seconds.

Her attention drawn to the usually composed 210 suddenly dropping her data pad. Quickly muttering an apology before bending down to get it. Commander White cannot help but spare one of the best asses she had ever seen a glance.

"C-commander White… I t-think you should have a look at this." 210 speaks up moving towards and handing over the data pad with shaking hands. Look of disbelief in her usually cold eyes.

Commander White raising a perfect eyebrow in askance when looking at the data displayed. " 210, What is it that I am supposed to be looking at exactly?. We have already tested 69 and have established that he does indeed have human D….. N… A?. Wait what!?"

Composing herself and explaining the impossible displayed on the data pad. "His DNA contains biosynthetic strands. Although his cells can only survive a few seconds once extracted from 69's body. The dead human cells allows us to view most of the synthetic cell structure. I believe these to be capable of independent function. Much like-

"Nanites, or Nanobots as they are classified as."

"Though that's not all."

Commander White gaining a near flabbergasted expression by the bomb 210 drops.

"After extensive tests done with Unit 69's semen sample taken for genetic diagnostics." Hesitant pause is taken before she continues with something even she does not believe is fully possible. "I believe that he is capable of reproducing with units that have undergone the 'Genesis' procedure."

By now even Operator 60 who has been absorbed in monitoring 69. Mostly his perfect body glossed with a thin sheen of perspiration. Stares at 210 in disbelief.

210 Continues. "Should I have the reproduction organs grafted for a set of units best suited f-

" No!." Commander White snaps. Outburst surprising 210 and 60. Composing herself she continues. "This discovery will cause chaos. Imagine all the Units wanting to mother the future of mankind. Information of this matter will be kept secret till I order otherwise. Am I understood?" Warning threateningly. Ready to terminate both operatives should they show any signs of resistance in complying with her order.

"Understood commander." Both 60 and 210 reply in union.

White's mind racing as to how she could use this to her advantage, no doubt that this will derail the 'never ending war'. When that happens, she intends to come out on top.

Getting an Idea when looking towards Unit 210. Who is probably the closest to Unit 69, being in charge of any updates he might need, lessons, adjustments and source of what miniscule social contact he has.

"We should ensure that Unit 69's loyalty is unquestionable before adding him to the squad to be deployed." Her gaze shifting to 210 who stands at the ready. " 210, I have an assignment for you."

/oOo\

Laying on the examination table dressed in my ¾ baggy shorts and my goth/cyberpunk like belted boots.

210 running the usual diagnostics but seems slightly off today. The change would barely be noticeable by even Commander White's trained, enhanced eyes. Reaching out to who I'd like to think as a friend. Placing a hand over her cool one touching my chest.

"Is something wrong 69?" She asks in her usual monotone no bullshit manner.

Trying my best to show concern in the tone of my perfect pretty boy voice. "I was just concerned, you seem… troubled."

"It's nothing." Hesitating before continuing. "I will upload relevant data needed for the mission you will be going on alongside Unit 2B and 9S." Giving my hand a slight reassuring squeeze. Noting her out of character involuntary action. Pulling her hand away and placing the visor like helmet on my head.

Closing my eyes and waiting for the gentle flood of information when my firewalls go haywire.

'System threat detected…. Dormant AI initiating start-up purge'

' Wha-

Feeling 210's cool, soft delicate hand cradling my cheek muttering.

"I am sorry."

Before the bright sterile white surroundings fade into black.

…..

"Well it looks like you were discovered by a race that's not completely inept….. Remarkable!. Androids!"

The figure of a man I hoped that I would never have to see again appears. The disembodied form of my 'creator' floating in front of me as I stand in the base of what is the 'cyberspace', or mainframe of my 'mind'.

Always being a sucker for Japanese culture, my 'base' the form of a Nihon Kenchiku. The wood white, the roof tiling and balcony railings obsidian black.

Currently standing in a marble courtyard with a surrounding forest an ocean of crimson leafed sakura trees with sparse bushes of lavender smelling highly poisonous Deathbell flowers from Skyrim.

"I guess I was an Idiot to expect that I've seen the last of you. Even though I should have expected as much. I still can't believe you made gran into a fucking robot after what you did to her."

"Oh, so you know?. Though that's Irrelevant as this existing part of my consciousness uploaded after your alteration, serves as merely a tutorial to your first 'taste' of cyber warfare. And introducing you to the AI assistant in the chip I most likely implanted before sending you on your merry way." Pausing for a while before continuing, noticing a rather large flight of what could be described as giant futuristic bats approaching. "Fascinating, A unique worm virus programed to compel self-aware systems. Doubling as a slow working indoctrination."

"Yeah whatever, you going to tell me how to activate my defences so I can gather what data is left after I deal with this?"

Gaining a look of disappointment he answers. "We are in what is basically part of your mind you imbecile. You are free to do whatever you want. I've already wasted a few months dumbing down this process to the equivalent of. 'See the threat?, Then kill the threat.'."

Biting back a retort before imagining a cluster of nearby trees grow to form a giant totem like column with a circular portal at the top. A few moments later with the virus getting closer to my 'base'. Ruby red dragons start spawning out of the totem, flying out towards the bats before killing them in poison purple flames that ate the flesh from their bones and rapturing whatever organs giant bats have.

Whole watching the slaughter like some real life fantasy battle between monsters. Noting the hologram of my grandfather has been replaced by a Glyph like sphere with data clusters orbiting around it in rings like met.

"This one is an Artificial intelligence tasked with assisting you throughout your journey. My features include advanced analysis and micro managing archived data. Would user Adam name this one."

"Not at the moment. But I would like it if you were to develop a personality independently. Are you self-aware?."

"This one is grateful to user Adam. No, this one is not fully self aware do to systems being directly linked to the user. In a sense my survival is linked to you."

"So like a symbiotic relationship."

"In a sense."

"Great." I reply sarcastically, not really offended by the AI, but the fact my mind now has a tenant. "How long have I been out?."

"User has been in force induced rem sleep for five seconds and several micro seconds."

"Please hack any terminals within the lab and upload it to archives. Notify me of any external threats or changes, let me know when five hours has passed. In the meantime I will assimilate what I can of the archived data that could prove beneficial in my current situation."

"It will be done."

/oOo\

Commander White not bothering to hide her amusement as she watches the footage of 210 and 69 sharing their first kiss in the formers quarters.

'I think she has earned a little reward for all her hard work.'

Operative 60 having already notified her that ovaries have been grafted for 210. Knowing full well that 210's hesitation to give the go ahead for a breeding program, one of the now terminated operatives drew up. Is because of her growing attachment, and confused intimate feelings towards 69.

Though of course she was just using her loyal operative as a test subject to see if there are any defects or problems should 210 get pregnant.

It would mean that she could go ahead and mother the new generation of humanity herself. She will be revered as a living goddess, with her loyal perfect weapon and sire of humanity at her side.

Her pussy moistening at the mere thought of all of that power.

'None will stand in my way.'

…..

Meanwhile…Operator 210's Quarters

Sitting on the edge of 210's bed next to one another.

Kissing her full pouty glossy pink lips locked with mine in a heated liplock. My tongue probing her slightly swollen lips, to which she hesitantly opens up allowing my tongue to invade her mouth and taste her sweat tasting saliva while licking her's. As she awkwardly tries to copy my movements.

Surprised when she grips one of my hands while shucking on her warm, soft velvety tongue. Placing it on her leotard covered breast, her bated breaths mix with hitches mewls when kneading her doughty almost elastic in consistency tit. Fingers sinking in, her hard nipple trapped between my middle and ring finger. My other hand reaching up to cradle the side of her beautiful doll like face with soft flawless features, deepening our now heated sloppy liplock.

210's delicate awkwardly groping hands touching the outline of my hardening cock beneath my now too tight shorts. Mewling into our kiss, and breaking away from it when giving her hardened nipple of the breast being kneaded a particularly hard twist. Causing her body to shudder, her hand raising to cover her mouth. Tearing eyes closing, hand tightly gripping my cock as she lets out a muffled mewl in release.

210 Leaning forward into me as she catches her breath. Head resting on my shoulder, her gasping ragged breaths on my nape as her trembling hands rest on my chest.

"W-what?. What was that?."

"You climaxed, it happens when you reach the peak of arousal induced pleasure." Tenderly nudging her chin, tilting her beautiful face to look up at me. Before leaning down and giving her a toe curling kiss.

Reaching up and gripping the tiny zipper of her skin tight uniform at the back of her neck. Her hand raising up to take hold of mine. Looking deep into her eyes and while saying.

"Trust me…"

After a short pause, a meek nod from her giving me a go ahead. Leaning in to kiss her again as I start to pull down the zipper revealing the flawless lightly sweat sheened skin of her back. Moving back to allow her to peel off the front of her outfit. Revealing her glorious mouth-watering tits. Both getting up and stripping completely.

210 moving to pull of her 'fuck me' pumped bottom heeled boot portion of her black leotard uniform.

Allowing me to get a full view of the fat assed tight bodied beauty before me.

Soft light blonde hair parted to the left, as well as a bang framing the left side of her face. Beautiful doll like face with soft flawless features. Cold, calculating soft baby blue coloured eyes. Full pouty glossy pink lips. Full, Doughy C-cup breasts capped with pink medium puffy areola and puffy nipples. Sleek slender curved waist with a soft firm flat abdomen. Wide meaty hips and a perfectly rounded big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass that jiggles noticeably when she walks. Bald plump tight pussy. Sleek long legs with full milky soft slightly thick thighs. Curvaceously lithe and sleek body of 1.70 metres covered in flawless milky white skin.

Bending over in a way that partially spreads the cheeks of her big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass. Revealing her tight darker shade of pink asshole and her glistening slit of her slightly parted slick labia.

Moving forward and gently pushing her forward onto the bed. Catching herself on her arms before falling to the bed on her front. Her surprise retort vanishing in a breathy moan as my hands grab her ass cheeks. Fingers singing into the glorious globes of heaven as I knead and play with it.

21O panting like a bitch in heat as I kneel down behind her. Tasting the growing stream of glistening, sweet slightly tart tasting trail of slimy pussy juice spreading down her full milky soft slightly thick thighs. 210 letting out an encouraging pleasured cry as I suddenly bury my face between her spread cheeks.

"D-don't. *PANT* , sm-smell. I-its dirttIIAAAAIIE- *MMMPPHFF*"

Muffing the pleasured wail escaping her drool glistened lips as the tip of my nose prods the winking rosebud of her ass, face warmed by her fat perfect as I feast on her tight plump cunt. Probing tongue lapping up the excessive amounts of slimy, nectar tasting vaguely like cookies.

A few moments of worshiping her gushing cunt and ass, 210's sleek long legs buckle as she gets close to her second orgasm. Letting her pussy juice pool in my mouth before peeling back her clitoral hood of her clit peeking halfway out of it, sucking gently on her clit. Swishing the juices in my mouth while sucking in her erect nub.

Her ass cheeks warming my face feel as if they are lovingly hugging it as they clench in synch with her maddening spasming cunt. With a mouth overflowing with her slimy cunt juice just as she squirts. Jet of clear piss splashing on my neck and chest, while I trail my tongue up to her winking asshole. Prodding, rimming licking and sucking her puckered hole. Tip probing past her sphincter to get a taste of her ass, letting the cloudy cunt fluids now mixed with drool trickle in and lube up her backdoor.

210's increased muffled mewling moans accompanied by her bucking ass weakly pushing back into my face. Encouraging me to slide more of my tongue up her ass as her clenching, slick sphincter massages it. Her lazy, delirious mewls raising to sequels as I start tongue fucking her ass while sucking on it at the same time. Occasionally pulling it out to slurp up some of the slimy nectar oozing from her gushing pussy before dipping back into her spit drenched asshole.

Reaching up to grip her hips as she positions her knees on the edge of the bed. Drooling pussy dripping arousal onto the floor and staining the sheets of the beds edge in clear slick, slimy web like threads. As I lick up her sweaty ass crack, giving her two perfectly rounded big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass cheeks tender loving kisses as if saying goodbye to a lover.

Standing up and positioning the fat head of my painfully hard cock at her dripping cunt. 210 Burying her face into the pillow she grips onto tightly as I force my cock deep inside of her cunt. Stretching her tight cunt as I steadily stuff her deepest parts with more cock than she ever thought possible with one relentless steady thrust. Lewd squishy squelching of her drooling velvety slick insides madly spasming around my cock, sounds out amidst her screeching wail muffled in the pillow.

Pussy releasing a lewd squelching queef as I give another thrust, fat cocktip hitting her cervix.

Leaning down, letting my front lay of her flushed sweaty back. Revelling the feeling of her sweat slick perfectly rounded big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass pressed up against and moulding to my crotch and lower abdomen. Reaching underneath her and gently grabbing hold of her full, Doughy C-cup tits, tugging and rolling her erect puffy nipples. Trailing butterfly kissed along her trembling back, nape of her neck and then the side of her tearing face.

Whispering reassuring sweet nothing into her ear while slowly sawing in and out of her squelching. Slick slimy folds. 210 Meekly tilting her head to the side, gasping as I raise her up off the bed to a kneeling upright position. Latching onto her lips in a searing kiss. She reaches back over to cradle the back of my head, placing her other hand over my right playing with her sensitive sweat slick tits. Jolting in my palms at every ass rippling thrust deep into her fertile pussy.

Increasing the tempo till my hips are blurring and rapid fleshy smacks of slick flesh on flesh contact mixed with our muffled moans and grunts sound out through the room. Metal framed headboard causing a racket as it violently slams against the wall repeatedly.

Pistoning in and out of the tightest pussy fucked in my limited sexual experiences. This new body of mine able to fuck over a dozen pornstars into a coma without breaking a sweat. Looking down at her reddening, ripping violently bouncing ass. Her sweat slick curvaceously lithe and sleek body.

Feeling the urge to cum as my cock bloats even more. Pulling out of her velvety slick slimy tunnel gripping my veiny cockmeat in a vice. Before she can even fully mouth out the surprisingly disappointed, cute whining mewl. I shove the head of my climaxing cock and then some, into her near painfully tight spit lubed asshole.

210 Breaking our heated liplock to let out a eye rolling, wailing moan as I fill up her insides with thick, hot, slimy pearly cum. Stretched pink asshole forming a thin wet air tight seal around my immense girth making sure to keep every drop of jizz being pumped into her ass from escaping. Groaning uncomfortably as her abdomen swells slightly to the point she looks like she is a few months along. At the obscene amount being pumped up her ass.

Whining cutely, 210 looks up at me with unfocused tearing half lidded eyes. Tempted to lean down and capture her full pouty glossy pink lips, slightly swollen from heated liplocking. Gasping mewl escaping her drool glossed lips sexily as I remove my cock from her ass with a resounding pop. Asshole clenching shut after lewdly shitting out a dollop of cloudy thick jizz that now oozes down the back of one of her sweaty full milky soft slightly thick thighs.

Mumbling something shyly under her breath, her usually cold eyes going wide at the realization of what she had requested and shyly avoids my inquiring slightly amused gaze. Lifting up her chin, so that she looks me right in the eye. Gently but firmly demanding she repeated what she had just said while grinding the top of my cock between the slick slimy outer folds of her slightly gaping pussy between her spread sleek long legs.

*MOAN*" I w-want to feel you, I-in my p..pussy." Shuddering as she closes her eyes in aroused shame while muttering. " Fill my womb, I n-need it."

…..

210 yelping in surprise when she is suddenly thrown on the bed and flipped on her back. Staring up at 69, unlike how she usually looks at him she gazes up at him with awe. Like a worshiper finally meeting their god.

Mid-back length, light blonde coloured silky smooth, wild spikey hair. Bangs framing his face reaching his collarbones. Beautiful androgynous face with crystal blue eyes. Lithe athletic swimmer shaped body. Huge fat, 13 inch long forearm thick torpedo shaped uncut cock. Big, fat balls hanging in a tight smooth ballsack like a back of two ripe plums. Perfect elfish, pretty boy form of 1.79 metres in height covered in near indestructible Biosynthetic milk white skin with a barely noticeable diamond dust tone giving him an appearance of an angel or divine being.

Looking into his eyes expressing something akin to what she had seen in the romantic vids in their archive's when humans still populated the earth. But so much more. Shock, relief, joy and severe self-consciousness.

'I-is this what humans called love?. B-but wh- I'm just an Operator, surely someone like Commander White would be more deserving of –'

Her troubled thoughts cut short when she finds herself moaning as 69 lay atop of her, capturing her lips in a kiss that makes her feel strange. In a good way. Her hard puffy nipples poking his chest as her full, doughy C-cup breasts squash to his front under his comfortable weight.

Keening breathless moan released into the heated kiss as he re-enters her eagerly clenching wet pussy. Wrapping her deceptively strong delicate arms around his neck and resting the heels of her pretty feet on his clenching perfect ass. Spreading her legs wider to give him access to her deepest parts as he ploughs deeper into her stretched pussy with every inward thrust, with increased tempo.

Her moans raising, breaking from the liplock and crying tears of slightly pain filled euphoric joy. Clutching him close to her as if afraid he would disappear. Encouraging him with her wanton moans echoing through the sex scented room, as her bated breaths tickle his ear. Powerful body working to give her what she so badly needs. The guilt of betraying his trust when commanded to upload the virus fades to the back of her mind as she is enveloped by his warmth.

The feeling inside of her building till it becomes unbearable till it's released in a mind shattering climax that hits her like a tsunami. Fuckjuice slick, slimy big, fat balls slapping against her slightly spread, reddening fat ass cheeks and her winking slick dark pink slightly inflamed asshole leaking dollops of thick frothy jizz between clenches and balls deep thrusts.

When feeling 69 finally pushing his cockhead past her cervix, hitting the back of her womb as he releases thick ropes of potent cum. filling her fertile uterus to egg raping capacity with obscene amounts of pearly baby batter. Her squirting cunt drenching their already slick crotches and the bed they're rutting on. Balls nestled on her ass bathed in warm jizz as it spurts from her asshole making lewd wet farting squelching noises while spurting out thick slimy ablator glob like projectile ropes of baby batter, pumped deep inside it.

Her mind a jumbled mess though is frozen with shock at the sound of the delirious plea coming from her own drool glossed lips in between lewd bouts of her ongoing semen enema. Partly caused by her secret longing of wanting to be part of a family.

"Please~, more… breed me with your beautiful babies. Make me a mother" Moaning as 69 wraps his arms around her while latching onto her lips. Soon her muffled ragged wailing moans sound out through the smelly sex incensed room.

Forgetting all about her mission, Captain White, the YoRHa. All Operator 210 wants is to be with the man that made her feel like she was more than a number, more than just a disposable tool.

/oOo\

Next Day

Operator 60 glancing at the semi-comatose Operator 210 with barely concealed jealousy. Resting on the examination table tiredly after being brought in by 69, who was worried for her after he admitted having non-stop sex, only stopping a few hours before bringing the limp 210.

' A day and a half of non-stop sex!?. Maybe I could use this to my benefit, requesting that I be assigned to assist 210. Commander White should approve, after all the tree of us are the only ones who knows that 69 is a Human/Android hybrid.'

The lewd queefing sounds from 210's overflowing, gaping inflamed holes. Curious, 60 attentively reaches out. Hesitantly scooping up a glob of the thick cloudy, slimy fluids oozing from 210's ruined cunt.

Taking an experimental whiff of the, musky indescribably faintly sweet scented semen. Stretching out the tip of her tongue and tasting the glob of cum on her fingers. Taste sending a shiver up her spine as she finds herself becoming aroused. Tentive licks soon become hungry sucking as she cleans her gloved hands.

"Sixty-nine?"

The groggy, feminine voice of the waking 210's breaking out of her sudden lust hazed frenzy.

Unaware of some of the nanobots within the injected semen now infiltrating her systems.

…..

Deployment day

Unit 2B stands at attention next to Commander White who gives a look of approval at the other eleven field units that she will be in charge of. Feeling slightly impatient and eager to carry out her first major mission.

'Though I don't see why I need two other Units to come along with me. I am more than capable of handling threats on my own.'

The silver haired young woman thinks to herself. Garbed in a rather provocative gothic Lolita uniform that snugly fits her curvaceous albeit curvaceous form. With thigh high boots that would look more appropriate on a pleasure model. But suits her perfectly none the less.

"We are almost ready to deploy. The Machines won't know what hit them."

Stepping forward 2B responds. "Understood."

The sound of 9S's boots clanking on the floor draws her and the commander's attention. Unable to hold in the gasp at the sight of the undeniably gorgeous, rumoured Unit 69 besides 9S.

"Ah, we have been waiting on you two." Commander White focused more on the taller Unit beside 9S."Unit 2B, meet your new field partners."

Moving towards 2B who began sizing up her two partners. Placing her hand on her shoulder. "Remember your directive."

Strutting towards the door of the observation deck giving a clear view of earth below and the grate void that surrounds them. Saluting.

All units to be deployed including the three that are to be the field teams leaders. Chant out with pride.

"For the glory of mankind!"

Unaware of the smirk tugging at the corner of 69's lips.

/oOo\