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**Prototypes/Insanity Part 4**

**To Feel Human Part 8** Written by StSE, Universe G1

“So where’s TC?” Kim asked as she ordered her meal. The young woman grinned at Scream as she added a Dr. Pepper to her order.

The red clone grinned at her. She was one of the many friends he’d made through Tyrone. And he really liked hanging out with the tiny woman. It was fun listening to her pick on the giant linebacker whenever they hung out to study for their psych classes together. “He’s probably sitting on the hill again, watching them rebuild Macy’s,” he snickered.

Tyrone shook his head as he rolled his eyes. “You bros are so different from each other. Like night and day,” he chuckled as he patted Scream’s wing that was digging into his shoulder.

Scream’s optics gleamed as the waitress brought their drinks. Grabbing the Dr. Pepper, he took a small sip and held it in his mouth. Letting the wonderful chemical mix coat his glossa while the carbonation made his whole mouth tingle… Damn, did he love the taste of Dr. Pepper! “Thanks Kim,” he said as a shiver of pleasure went through his sensory nets from it. Turning to Tyrone he shrugged. “TC’s just a sucker for shopping, I don’t know why he’s so stuck on it,” he replied.

“So is Sharon taking him out again tonight to get his mind off it?” Tyrone asked as he took a bite of his burger.

“Probably, which means I’m stuck at home – AGAIN!” Scream snorted. But another sip of Dr. Pepper caused his mood to brighten. Kim had loaned him her algebra textbook, so it wasn’t like he’d really be bored or anything. He’d be going through it. Learning it, so that he could help her with it.. He did that a lot lately. Once he’d found out he had a knack for learning shit and then explaining it differently so his friends could understand it – hell, half the football team was now thrusting different textbooks into his hands and asking for help! It was great!

“Well, Kim’s not doing anything now that her bitch dumped her – why don’t you two go out?” Tyrone teased as he winked at the girl sitting across from him. “Unless of course, you’re in the mood to try a real man out? Hmmmm?” he added.

“You are such a pig Tyrone. Such a typical pig!” Kim teased back as she rolled her eyes. Everyone knew she was a lesbian through-and-through, and this back-and-forth teasing between her and Tyrone had gone on since they’d met in class last semester.

Tyrone let out a fake sigh of total despair, making like he was going to cry over yet another shoot-down. “Hold me bro… Bitch just broke my damn heart I tell ya..” he fake sobbed as he leaned against the red clone.

Scream glanced from one-to-the-other, but then he realized that they were doing their standard teasing. It was so different from the banter between TC and Speed that he was accustomed to, but he was getting used to it. Putting his arm around the big man, he pretended to comfort him. “Aw, it’s ok Tyrone. She just doesn’t know what she’s missing,” he quipped.

Kim snorted and kicked Scream’s thruster hard under the table. Grinning as he yelped in surprise. “It’s bad enough I gotta deal with human males picking on me for being a dyke – do I have to deal with clone males doing the same thing now?”

The red clone smirked, a challenging gleam filling his optics. “I’m both. And I’m still gonna pick on you,” he replied as he kicked her back.

She dodged his return kick and threw a french-fry at him, pegging him neatly on the end of his nose, snorting victoriously as he swiped at it in vain. “Figures… So should I call you ‘she’ or ‘he’, hmmm?” she snickered.

He shrugged, it didn’t really matter to him what she referred to him as. But he did manage to hit her right in the chest with her French-fry. It smacked there, and then proceeded to slide down into her cleavage, settling inside her bra there.

“Here, let me get that french-fry,” Tyrone offered with a grin as he reached over.

She smacked his hand away. A mischievous glitter filled her dark eyes as she seemed to consider something, her lips beginning to curl up into a shit-eating smile. She leaned forward, motioning for Scream. “Only a chic can touch me there. So Scream, why don’t you get that French-fry out?” she purred as she locked eyes with Tyrone.

“Uh, Ok,” Scream said as he reached over and snagged it out of her bra.

“Jesus bitch, you are such a fucking tease! You are heartless you know that? Heartless!” Tyrone wailed in fake outrage. He leaned against the back of the booth, covering his eyes as if they were now burning.

Scream looked at Tyrone in confusion, and then realized what Kim had just done. He grinned as he realized that he was actually in on the joke this time! His thoughts now racing since he wanted to continue the gag somehow. Hey, Kim let him do that because he was now another ‘chic’ to her! Tyrone had been trying ever since they’d met! Perhaps… Perhaps he could get her to, like, go out with him tonight. Not for anything romantic, hell no! But just to mess with Tyrone? To have something to brag about to the rest of the football team.. Yes, that would be cool! “Um Kim?” he said.

Kim was still snickering as she watched her big friend’s act. “Yes?” she replied offhandedly.

“You wanna go out tonight?” Scream asked.

Stunned silence fell upon the group as both humans stared at him in shock. “What’d you say?” Kim asked with huge eyes.

“Well, since I’m a chic too, I figured we could hang out tonight. You cool with that?” Scream said as he looked from one shocked friend to the other. He hadn’t realized that it would shock both of them like this. He hoped he hadn’t said something wrong.

Kim stared at the clone, still not believing that he’d kind’ve asked her out. Did he like her or something? She knew of his history. Heck, she’d even congratulated him along with all his male friends when he’d finally started to masturbate. But he’d just said he wanted to ‘hang out’, nothing more. But then she saw his glance towards Tyrone. Her eyes darkened with mischief. Perhaps the smart clone was doing this as a gag on Tyrone? Oh yes, it would be a fun gag indeed! But she was going to REALLY make this gag sweet. Leaning forward she motioned for Scream to lean towards her, as if she was going to whisper something in his audio. But instead, she laid a huge kiss on the surprised clone. “Oh yes, Scream, I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” she purred.

Scream’s face plate felt hot as the woman’s lips suddenly met his. But she didn’t force him to open his. Just as swiftly as they’d come, her lips were gone. He leaned back, shaking slightly in shock. Had she really wanted him to ask her out all this time? But… But she knew he couldn’t interface! Heck, she’d even given him pointers on the proper use of vibrators once! But then Kim winked at him as she turned her eyes to Tyrone and proceeded to stick her tongue out at the big man. The clone relaxed as he realized she was following his lead - Both of them playing the act perfectly in order to really pull one over on Tyrone…

Tyrone’s jaw just about hit the ground as the gorgeous light-skinned black lesbo took the clone’s lips and accepted his offer of a date. Hell, he’d been trying for six months to convince the woman to go out with a man! Six months! And here Scream only had to ask the one time! “Well I’ll be a motherfucker…” he mumbled in total disbelief.

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Sharon narrowed her eyes as she studied the tiny young woman sitting across from her with Scream next to her. When Scream had called to ask her permission to go out, of course she was concerned. Scream was still very fragile in his confidence and she didn’t want anything or anybody to set his rehabilitation back. So even though the red clone had explained to her that his ‘date’ was one of the students he’d been tutoring and hanging out with for the last few months – she’d demanded her ‘son’ bring the girl to her office.

Kim fidgeted a bit under the professor’s strong gaze. Professors always made the sophomore nervous like that. It was like they could see into her very mind. See how many times she’d cut class and ‘tweaked’ papers with shit she’d found on the internet. She’d known that Scream’s ‘mother’ was one of the tenured robotics professors, but she’d never thought she’d be sitting here getting drilled by the protective woman.

“So, you’ve known Scream for several months now?” Sharon asked as she continued to watch the young woman shift nervously under her gaze. She did enjoy making some students a bit nervous; when they graduated they’d have to deal with bosses far harsher than she was. And now that she was protecting her ‘son’, her well-practiced professional mannerisms were coming in handy.

“Yes ma-am, he’s been helping Tyrone and me when we study for Dr. Todd’s class,” Kim said, trying to keep her voice level, her eyes steady.

“Hmmm, Dr. Todd in the Department of Psychology?” Sharon asked with an arched eyebrow. She knew what topics he taught. And that would be the perfect opener for this frank discussion.

“Yes ma-am,” the girl answered as she pushed back a strand of her long, straight-ironed dark hair from her face and curled it behind an ear.

Sharon leaned back and crossed her legs, curling her fingers around her top knee. “Doesn’t he teach the courses concerning human sexuality and dysfunctional sexuality?” she asked.

Kim and Scream both gulped in dread as they nodded. They both knew where the conversation was likely headed.

“Sharon, we’re just hanging out! I swear, that’s all!” Scream said with an exacerbated sigh.

“Scream, things that start with ‘just hanging out’ can end up in places you didn’t think they would. So I want to make sure Kim knows the rules that I demand she follow. It’s for your safety,” Sharon stated as she continued to lock eyes with the young black woman. The girl was attractive, and very petite. Scream dwarfed her as he sat next to her. Though she doubted the girl could physically force the clone to do something against his will, Scream was still somewhat gullible and could be possibly talked into doing things he didn’t need to do.

“Geese, do we HAVE to go through all this!? She’s my friend, that’s it,” Scream muttered as he began to sulk.

“Ma-am, I know his history. I know what he’s been going through,” Kim stated. She knew the professor was just being protective, and she didn’t blame her in the least. “I won’t ask him to do anything he’s not comfortable with, I promise,” she finished.

Scream snorted. “Like SHE could force me!” he mumbled. Coughing in surprise as Kim punched him in his side armor. “Hey, what was THAT for?!” he muttered.

“Because you’re being an ass, stop it!” Kim whispered harshly.

“I’m not being an ass. It’s true,” he snickered as he gave her a playful punch in her shoulder.

“I thought you were going to be a chic tonight, not a shovanistic pig?” she challenged as she glared at him.

He locked eyes with her briefly, realizing that she was right. He did sound like Tyrone. “Sorry, my bad,” he said as he backed down.

Sharon was trying to maintain her composure and not laugh as she watched the exchange. Obviously this girl was very used to being around Scream and his somewhat adolescent way of thinking. She had the feeling that she could trust the tiny woman. But she just had to know one more thing; “Why are you supposed to be a chic tonight?” she asked Scream.

The red clone shrugged just as TC walked in. “Because Kim’s a dyke and only hangs with other dykes outside of school,” he explained.

Kim’s face turned a deep shade of red as she lowered her eyes in total embarrassment. True, she didn’t hide the fact that she was gay – but she didn’t go blurting it out to the world either.

TC heard Scream’s words, turning his head he noticed the diminutive woman sitting on Scream’s other side. “Oh hey Kim, what’s up?” he asked offhandedly.

Her dark skin still in a deeper shade, Kim smiled up at the blue clone. “Nothing. Sorry to hear about your store,” she replied.

TC frowned a bit at her reminder but then brightened up. “Sharon said she’s going to show me where another Macy’s is tonight, isn’t that GREAT?!?” he said as he came round Sharon’s desk and put his arms over the professor’s shoulders. Then he remembered Scream’s dike comment. “Oh Kim don’t worry ‘bout being a dyke, Sharon’s bi. So she doesn’t care,” he added.

This caused Sharon to blush even as she slapped him hard on his leg armor. “TC, you don’t talk about that in public! You know that!” she berated him.

“Well I was just trying to make Kim feel better. By the way,” he smirked at Scream, “you’re one UGLY dyke!”

Scream stood up, sputtering in disbelief at TC’s comment. “I’m a prettier dyke than you are a dude!” he insulted back.

“Ok, ok, both of you shut up!” Sharon ordered as she stood up. Reaching out her hand, she shook Kim’s. “Write down your address and cell phone number, and have fun,” she said with a smile. Then she glanced at Scream. “And YOU call me and tell me when I can expect you home – understood!?” she said.

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Scream took another small sip of his Dr. Pepper as he let himself sink a little deeper into the plush seat. He stared up at the big screen, still amazed at how cool going to the movies was! Audio came at him from all directions, and the video on the screen.. So detailed.. So incredible! As the molecules of the delicious soda washed over his glossa sensors, he sighed in happiness. Yes, it was cool to be a dyke date for a night. So fucking cool!

The movie was something that Kim referred to as a ‘chic flick’. A lot like one of those soap opera things that he sometimes got bored enough to watch. But this movie was better. It was easy to figure out what was going on and who was with who and stuff. Its plot went rather quickly, keeping his interest piqued. Right now the characters were crying about the kid dying of cancer. Scream didn’t really know how he felt about it. He’d gotten to where he liked the kid in the story. So why’d they kill him off?

He was in the middle of contemplating just why the kid needed to be off-lined, when he felt the small woman next to him snuggle up closer. Without thinking about it, he draped his arm over her shoulders. That’s when he felt her shoulders shaking like she was crying. “Why are you crying?” he whispered in her ear.

“Because it’s so sad,” she replied.

“Huh?” he asked, not really understanding.

“Shhhh, I’ll explain it later,” she whispered as she put a finger to her lips.

Scream settled back again, not bothered in the least that Kim was leaning into him. He wondered why she was crying because of a stupid movie. Yes it was good and everything, but Sharon had taught him that it was all fake. No one ever died or really got hurt on TV or in the Movies, they just pretended to. That was all. But as he scanned the people sitting around them, he realized that every single one of them was crying…

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“Oh, so the whole reason to go was to feel what the characters were pretending to feel?” Scream asked with his optic ridges furrowed together in confusion. He was trying to understand, but it was hard.

“Pretty much,” Kim replied as she fished inside her pocket for her apartment keys. “Movies make you forget about your own problems and hang ups for a while, and live someone else’s,” she explained. Finding the keys, she unlocked and opened her door, turning the lights on as she slid inside.

“So it makes you feel better then?” he asked. The whole idea was starting to get a little clearer to him, but humans were weird that was for sure. At least Kim was good at explaining it all.

“You got it!” she said, nodding for him to close the door behind him Unzipping her heavy winter coat, she began to try and struggle out of it.

“Here, let me help,” he said. Moving behind her, he grabbed the shoulders of her coat so that she could slide her arms out of it. A wash of pleasure rolled through him as he heard her mumbled ‘thanks’ to his help.

“You know what Scream?” she said as she peeled her gloves and knit cap off. She grabbed the coat from his hands and hung it on her coat rack.

“What?” the red clone replied as he wandered into her living room and scanned it with his optics. It was small, but cozy. The furniture cheap, but well-maintained.. Walking over to the gas fire place, he pushed the protective chain front aside so that he could make the flames bigger. He liked fiddling with these fireplaces. They were cool!

“You’re so lucky that you just walk around naked all the time! No getting hot or cold.. Or arrested for public indecency,” Kim snickered as she went into the kitchenette. “Do you want to try a wine cooler out?” she asked as she stuck her head in the fridge.

He was still contemplating on her ‘naked’ comment when she asked him about the drink. “I’ll just try a sip of yours ok?” he replied. Going over to her dark-colored couch, he sat down. She was right. He did basically walk around ‘naked’ all the time didn’t he? He’d never thought of that. But he didn’t feel naked. Granted, he’d never really felt what it was like to be dressed – so how would he know what it felt like?

She sat down next to him, popping the wine cooler open and handing it to him. Grabbing the remote, she turned the TV on. Yelping in embarrassment as her favorite x-rated show came on. “Oops, sorry, let me change that,” she stammered as she frantically fumbled with the remote.

“Naw, don’t worry, Sharon lets me watch her porn vid collection,” Scream said with a grin as he took a sip of the wine cooler. Strange flavors washed over his glossa, almost shocking his sensors. The flash of sensation tried to overwhelm his meta, leaning back he deactivated his optics as he enjoyed the ‘sensation rush’. “MMMMMMmmmmm.”

Still slightly embarrassed that her friend knew what she watched, Kim looked at him in amazement as he acted like the single sip gave him that much pleasure. “Do you clones always react that way to flavor?” she asked as she grabbed her cooler from his hand.

Reactivating his optics, he smiled at her and nodded. “If it’s good – yep,” he quipped. “Extreme sensory stimulation does that to us. Whether its flavors or – well you know,” he added with a shrug.

Kim took a big sip of her drink. One day she planned to buy a clone like Scream. When she was graduated, working and had the money to do so. She had learned so much about them just hanging out with him on campus. She knew what their original and primary purpose was – but also was now aware of how it affected them when they were misused by their owners. Scream wasn’t shy about talking about his history if asked. So most who called him ‘friend’ – also knew the horrors he had lived through.

But Kim wanted to know how they really worked, really felt – when they had normal interface with humans. Perhaps Scream would tell her – without thinking she was coming on to him? Which, of course she’d never do. She’d never hurt her friend. “Hey Scream, would you mind explaining some things to me?”

He grinned. He did so like to explain things to his human friends. That’s why he was constantly reading their textbooks, constantly learning new things! “Sure, fire away!” he quipped, grinning as he motioned for her to let him have another taste of that delicious beverage.

“What’s it feel like to you when you, um, self-interface?” she asked as she handed over the wine cooler. She knew he was now comfortable doing that form of sex. So perhaps it wouldn’t bother him to talk about it.

He took another sip, leaning back and enjoying the flavor molecules as they washed over his glossa again. “Mmmmmm, it’s great. It’s like having ten incredible different flavors on your glossa at the same time. Like you can’t get enough stimulation… And then you get too much all at once.. And it overwhelms the meta so you overload. Wow, and overloading is the best feeling in the whole world!” he explained. A far away look drifted into his optics, his chassis relaxing as he remembered his most recent self-interface - Which was just that morning… He had activated early EVERY single morning since that lesson in self-interfacing! His top drawer now full of various ‘toys’ that Sharon had let him take as his own. He loved it! HE now decided on how he would overload every time he did it – it was GREAT!

Accepting her cooler back, she took anther sip as she tried to ignore the porn that was going on – on the TV. It was bad enough to be talking about sex, but to watch it and hear it at the same time – was beyond arousing. Granted, she was just sitting next to a droid. Who sounded more like a gay guy than a chic. So it wasn’t as bad as if she was sitting next to a hot chic under these circumstances, so she did have a measure of self-control. “So what’s this overload thing make you do? Is it like when we climax? When our whole body seems to spasm uncontrollably,” she asked.

He grinned as he met her eyes. “Well we do THAT too. But when we overload, we shutdown for a little bit,” he explained. He could hear what was going on in the porno, and truth be told, he could go for another round of self-interfacing right now. Would Kim mind? Surely not! She’d been the one comparing vibrators to dicks over lunch just a few days ago. Drove Tyrone nuts! “So do you self-interface Kim?” he asked, figuring that was a good way to bring the subject up.

She’d finished the first wine cooler, and the warmth of the alcohol running through her blood made her more relaxed.. So she wasn’t taken too aback by his forwardness. It wasn’t like he was asking her to fuck him or anything. Granted, ‘he’ did mention that he was also a ‘she’ – but Kim wasn’t ready to go there yet. “Of course. Most lesbians do. In fact, I’ll tell you a secret…” she snickered as she leaned closer to him.

Scream liked secrets, especially when they dealt with self-interfacing. If they were ‘secrets’ it usually meant an even better way to pleasure one’s self. “What?” he replied as he leaned closer to her.

“Well, that’s pretty much how lesbians have sex. It’s not like we have dicks or anything,” she whispered with a gleam in her eye.

“So you just use dildos and vibrators – and like watch each other?!? That’s what we’ve been doing!” Scream exclaimed with widened optics. It was cool that so many other people did the same thing!

Kim giggled as she got up to get another wine cooler or two. “Well, we do THAT. And other stuff too!” she said as she came back.

He sat straight up, reaching for one of the wine coolers so that he could take a small sip or two. His eager optics upon her, for he really wanted to know what the ‘other stuff’ was that lesbians did. “So what other stuff?” he asked as he coated his glossa in the wonderful flavors again.

She nodded at the TV, which of course was showing a lesbian porn video. “We eat each other out, and use the toys on each other. And sometimes.. Well – we don’t need to go there..”

Scream’s optics were now glued to the TV. Totally fascinated by what was going on there. “Aw, come on ‘girlfriend’ – tell me what the ‘sometimes’ is.. Pleeeaaasssseeee!” he begged as he shifted his optics back to her. His interface nets were now totally activated. God! He needed to self-interface soon! But he really, really wanted to know what this ‘sometimes’ thing was..

She downed the rest of her wine cooler and set it down. Her tiny frame now felt so warm and fuzzy with two of them in her. It was kind’ve funny talking to a ‘gay sounding droid’ about lesbian sex, but hell, they were friends. “Sometimes we get a double-headed dildo and each of us inserts an end. Then we can dildo fuck each other at the same time,” she explained.

Scream’s optics dimmed and he looked down in sadness. That would mean someone else would touch him there. And he just couldn’t… He ground his dental plates together as he fought down those queasy feelings. He felt fingers go under his chin, forcing his optics up to meet hers.

“Ah, don’t worry Scream. One day you’ll be able to handle it.. One day,” Kim whispered as she kissed his helm.

“It just sucks being like this Kim, just sucks,” Scream muttered.

She couldn’t help it, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his intakes and helm, pulling him to her chest like a child. Just something about the way he said that told her just how broken he was inside. She wished she could rip apart whoever had done this to him. But she knew the story, knew the bitch was already six feet under. “I know Scream, I know,” she whispered as she kissed the top of his helm.

Scream wrapped his arms around her. Used to being comforted like this by both TC and Sharon. But as Kim rubbed her fingers along his intakes, flashes of sensation flamed through his nets. His wings trembled in response to her touch. Her light perfume filled his olfactory sensors, flooding his meta with further sensations. “Um, Kim, um,” he stammered as he pulled away. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t want her to touch him there.

“Are you ok Scream?” she asked, her dark eyes scanning his face in worry.

“Ya, um, I just can’t – you know,” he stammered in embarrassment as he looked down. His air frame aching for her touch. For her soft body to be against him… Caressing him…. Except for his interface nets and regions… He just couldn’t handle the thought.

She sat on the table in front of him, her fingers curling over his. “Look Scream, I know you can’t interface with a human. I’m not expecting you to. Do you understand me?” she said softly as she looked up at him. She rubbed his fingers with hers. “I just want to be your friend, that’s all. I’d never ask you or pressure you to do anything you feel uncomfortable in doing – ok?” she added.

Electrifying sensations burned through his digits sensory bundles as she rubbed them. His entire chassis ached with want to be touched by her gentle hands. “Would you touch me Kim? Touch me everywhere – but there?” he asked in a timid voice as his optics silently begged her to say yes.

“Everywhere but your crotch? Is that what you mean?” she asked. She needed to know his limits. Know exactly what he could handle. She did want to touch him. Feel his warm armor under her fingertips. Imagine that it was her future clone she was touching.

He nodded with a relieved sigh. “And my ass,” he added meekly.

“Geese, you men and your damned sensitive asses!” Kim teased in a lightheartedly tone. Her smile was warm and full of understanding as she stood back up. “Why don’t we go to my room. You lie down on my bed and I’ll give you a massage. Sound good?” she said with an offered hand.

Her joke made him relax even more than her promise not to touch him there. Accepting her hand he stood up and began to follow her. “But I’m a chic today remember?,” he teased back. But then he remembered something that he needed to ask her. "Um, one thing Kim?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied as she led the way.

“You mind if we do that self-interfacing thing afterward? You know, like watch each other?” he asked.

She glanced back and up at him. A devilish gleam filled her eyes. “On one condition,” she purred with a grin.

“Um, what?” he asked. He hoped it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t do. He really, really needed some release and it was only going to get more incessant after this massage. But he wanted to feel her hands on him…

“You give me a kiss,” she said with a wink.

Oh, that’s all she wanted. He could do that. With a relieved smile he followed her into her room and lay face down on the bed as she directed him to. Crossing his arms, he set his chin on top of them, his whole chassis seemingly full of electricity as he waited in anticipation for her touch.

Kim stared at the red clone lying on her bed. She’d always imagined one there one day. And it was such a beautiful sight. Starting at the bottom of his thrusters, she began to explore his chassis with gentle, yet curious fingers. Sliding them into the outflow region of his jet engines, she enjoyed the feel of the metal as it slid under her fingertips. A smile passed over her lips as the clone uttered a moan and then buried his face as his wings trembled. “Do you clones always react like this?” she purred as she slowly moved up his legs.

“Yes, it feels so good,” Scream gasped. He wanted to jump up and grab her now. Give her a massage as well! He hadn’t realized how good one felt.

Skipping his aft, Kim’s hands rested on the small of his back as she continued to explore his frame. She traced the line where his wings met his fuselage. And then let her hands dance over his wing surfaces.

“Ahhhhhhh, Mmmmmm,” he moaned as he shivered under her touch. He sank deeper into the soft blankets beneath him, twisting them in his hands as his sensory nets went crazy.

She tapped him to turn over. “If you react to a massage this extreme, I can just imagine what you’d do if you actually interfaced. No wonder people are addicted to you droids,” she chuckled as she ran her fingertips inside his intakes. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek. The gray metal of his face seemed pliable, warm, almost feeling like living flesh under her lips. “You told me that you were a chic too. Mind showing me? I promise not to touch,” she whispered.

Trembling under her fingertips, Scream nodded and activated his ports. Spreading and bending his legs, he opened his protective panels. He squeaked a bit in trepidation as her fingers slid down him. But she lifted them off him briefly before setting them back down on his leg armor. Letting out a sigh of relief, he smiled at his friend. “See, I’m a chic too,” he told her in his high pitched voice.

Kim was fascinated. But she fought her urge to explore him there. But she wanted to taste him, someway. “Slide a finger in,” she urged as she licked her lips.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned as he did so. Arching up, he bucked slightly against his own fingers. It felt so good. Felt so good to feel pleasure and have humans urge him to do so. But then he felt Kim’s fingers around his arm, forcing him to withdraw his fingers from within him. “Nooooo,” he gasped. But then his fingers were surrounded by wet warmth. He looked down in surprise. Kim was sucking the fingers he’d just had inside him. Sensations flew through him as he felt her tongue flick over his thin alloy skin.

“I just wanted to taste you Scream. I know I can’t eat you out. So well…” she winked as she set his hand back where it had been, careful not to actually touch him there.

“You wanted to taste me?” he asked as he sank his fingers back within his aching port. He grabbed her with his other hand, causing her to lean down over his torso. Hesitantly, he took her lips. Shaking slightly as he pushed through his slight fear. She wouldn’t touch him there. She’d promised. She’d understood. Parting his lips, he begged her to enter his mouth. To taste him.. He felt her tongue gently touch his glossa. The sweetness of the wine cooler still on it.. Pressing her tightly against him, he entered her mouth just as he sank his fingers inside himself yet deeper.

Her fingers danced on his sensitive wings as they kissed. He arched under her touch. His meta telling him to touch her too. To stimulate her as much as she was stimulating him! This was what he was built for. To please the human in what ways he still could. “I want to taste you,” he gasped as their lips parted. “Can I? Can I taste you?” he begged as his chassis burned for her touch.

She smiled as she stripped off her clothes. “Are you sure Scream? I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for,” she asked, even as her heart beat faster in anticipation.

Pulling his fingers out of his depths, Scream sat up and circled the now naked woman with his arms. Easily, he hefted the tiny woman onto the bed, shifting so that he lay on top of her. It felt so good. Her naked flesh pressed against him. Her small size made her unthreatening to him. He slid down her, gently licking her small breasts. Sucking gently on her pert nipples… She arched up under him, begging for more. But even as he pleased her, his own chassis ached for attention. Ached to be filled… “Kim, where’s your vibrator?” he asked as he looked up at her.

“Mmmmm, in the top drawer of my night stand, why?” she replied as she wiggled seductively underneath him.

“Mind if I use it while I eat you out?” he asked, even as he reached for the nightstand.

“You are such a horny dyke Scream. But sure, go ahead,” she giggled.

Reaching over, he opened the drawer and extracted the toy. As he slid down her, he flicked it on, sliding it inside his port just as his glossa slid inside her wetness. “Mmmmm,” he moaned as he rubbed her nub with one hand while he slowly pumped the vibrator in-and-out of his forward port.

“Ahhhhhh, damn you are good at eatin’ pussy! Mmmmm,” Kim moaned as she bucked against him. Her body shaking as she grabbed his intakes.

“Cum for me Kim,” Scream whispered. He wanted to time it just like he’d watched TC time it. For the woman to climax before him.. That’s what was supposed to happen. Slowing down his thrusts with the vibrator, he paid more attention to satiating her. His glossa flicking in and out of her quivering depths faster and faster..

“Ohhhh, SCREAM!!” she screamed out his name as her pussy began the rhythmic contractions that spoke of female climax.

A wave of satisfaction rolled through his meta. Finally, he allowed himself to succumb to his own over-stimulation. “MMMMmmmm, Kim!” he moaned as he thrust the vibrator deep inside his depths, his meta falling into the sweet blackness of overload.

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“So, got trapped watching that chic flick huh?” Tyrone snickered as he met Scream at their traditional morning gathering place.

The red clone smirked at the taller man. He noticed some of the other football players were almost there as well. Timing his reply just right, he got maximum impact. “Yep, and I tell you what. Her pussy tastes great!” he replied with a wink.

“Red Richy got the bitch before you huh?” Samuel smirked as he punched Tyrone in his shoulder.

“Way to go Screamer!” Timothy exclaimed as he patted the clone on a wing.

“Fuckin’ lucky nigga,” Tyrone muttered under his breath. Teasing Scream, even though he truly was a tad jealous of the clone’s luck..

Scream swelled up with pride as he preened under the other mens’ compliments on getting the chic that Tyrone couldn’t. Even though he couldn’t interface, he now knew he could still please the ladies!

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