>>272102 This inspires the worms >It is the Post Canon Good Ending >Uzi nervously pulls N aside one day in hopes that he can help with a "weird" request she's had on her mind >N attempts to reassure Uzi that he's more than happy to help out with whatever is bugging her, no matter how "weird" it may be >Uzi drops an emotional bombshell on N by plainly asking him to chop off her limbs & take care of her >N is naturally hesitant and his first instinct (beyond saying "What?" in disbelief) is to ask Uzi where this is coming from >Uzi runs the gamut of flustered responses ("You must!", "D-Don't worry about it!", "BITE ME!") before hastily asking N to forget she ever asked in the first place >N, not wanting to brush this back under the proverbial rug, insists that he's open "to do anything!" as far as helping Uzi goes so long as she's at least willing tell him "why?" >Uzi, following a timely cool-down hug, decides to lay back and reveal to N her reasoning (or rather everything that's been eating at her mind lately)
>Uzi starts off about how generally stressful it has been to reckon with her recent godlike "responsibilities"; Something that N has already figured she's been dealing with ever since Cyn was 'defeated' >Uzi proceeds by going off on how this stress is further compounded by having to constantly wrestle with Cyn's invasive influence; Another aspect N is already somewhat aware of thanks to 'CynTail' popping out from time to time >Uzi continues with the reveal that she's been struggling with recurring nightmares involving Cyn possessing more than just her tail; Hijacking limbs, voice, and even her whole body just to cause irreparable damage & destruction in lapses of control over the course of a mere few seconds >Uzi goes into detail on a number of these screwed up nightmares at N's insistence; One involved her hand being hijacked just long enough to cast a [NULL] sphere at her helpless parents, another involved having Cyn speak in her voice to break N's heart during an intimate moment, and yet another involved Cyn taking over her Nth dimensional Solverpede 'form' to puppet her Worker Drone body into committing an Outpost-3 massacre... >Uzi also alludes to N about how this ties into her ongoing "body problems" she's had since assimilating Cyn, with her refusing to completely "abandon" her 'original' body in spite of how scared she is about her control over it potentially slipping >Uzi concludes by admitting to N that all she's asking for is a break, even just a short one, where she can just relax in her own body without stressing over the paranoia of it being used by Cyn to hurt those she loves >N, after careful thought and consideration, decides to do what must be done to ease Uzi's suffering...
>N spends the next day carrying a stub-limbed Uzi around on a short trip doing "whatever he wants with her", mostly sightseeing across Copper-9 & stargazing >Uzi spends that entire day with N feeling the most carefree she's felt in a long time, enjoying every moment of being cradled & cared for by the person she trusts the most >Cyn spectates all this from Uzi's mind palace in genuinely flabbergasted confusion, barely managing to whisper "CRINGE" before getting metaphysically elbow dropped by (an equally confused, but still supportive) Doll >By day's end the duo decide to make this peculiar type of "vacation" a semi-regular habit for whenever Uzi is feeling particularly down in the emotional dumps
>>272205 What is Uzi talking about? She still has her arms, therefore she can still ride the bike so long as she wraps them around N while he drives >Uzi's back end flailing freely in the wind every time N decides to drive fast
>Uzi and N are having a "date night" at an abandoned penthouse suite in the nearby desolated city >Far away from any prying eyes the couple is now free to indulge in as much 'freakiness' as they want >After nearly an hour of 'foreplay' (consisting of copious nullplay, teasing oilplay & back-to-back immoral makeout sessions; All at the behest of a Dominant N) the anatomy adapters are at last brought into play... - >N whipping out his wiggling tenta-dick, already slick and twitching with excitement, in front of a leashed (and VERY eager) Uzi >Uzi struggling to patiently sit still as she's forced to "Look, NOT touch.~", with N even resorting to using his leg to keep her just barely out of reach >N using his free hand to teasingly stroke himself off a few times, coating the metal palm with a thin mix of tentacle 'slime' & precum >Uzi audibly whining at the sight of N's fleshy member going back-and-forth between the Disassembler's loose grip, with her eventually being allowed to kiss his messy hand as a "treat"
>N commanding (and tugging on her leash to drive the point home) for Uzi to "Open." >Uzi complying with N's stern order, going as far as parting her lips with an all-too excited "Ahhh.~" >N curling back (yet still not entirely releasing) his leg against Uzi's chest, allowing the Worker to tentatively lean her head closer towards his crotch >Uzi lining her inviting mouth directly in front of N's intimidating anatomy, watching in perverse amusement as the tenta-dick reacts to each hot breath being panted against it >N testing his partner's resolve for discipline via a slow & casual insertion, lazily curling & prodding his length around Uzi's still-open mouth >Uzi remaining (relatively) resolute in regards to N's command, keeping her cock-hungry maw wide open for him in spite of the feral urge to suck him dry
>N eventually commanding (with an additional leash tug) for Uzi to "Close.~" >Uzi again complying with N's order, looking directly up into his crossed screen as her lips gingerly close around the tenta-dick >N running his hand through Uzi's hair as she slowly, but surely, paces herself towards servicing every inch of Disassembler dick >Uzi savoring the all-too familiar taste of N & his 'fluids' as her slow stationary 'suckling' gradually increases into a head-bobbing vigor >N letting out an ecstatic sigh the moment Uzi's tongue starts to really put in work, forcefully massaging his throbbing tentacle amidst the ever-deeper blowjob >Uzi proverbially pouncing to exploit N's 'weakness', allowing herself to blissfully proceed with reckless abandon
>N shakily commanding Uzi to stop upon feeling himself getting too 'close' for comfort >Uzi disregarding N's order, being too distracted with deep throating him to heed his words >N steeling his resolve to keep control of the situation, enforcing his dominance through the emergency use of his leg >Uzi getting pushed off & away from N's sufficiently edged cock, ultimately becoming pinned against the ground by his firm foot
>N scolding Uzi for misbehaving (she claims in a subtly bratty tone that she'd just gotten "carried away.~") >N 'punishing' Uzi in the most direct way he can think of: A bold threat to prematurely end their sexual escapade (this causes the Worker to immediately resort to a flurry of panicked apologies) >N taunting Uzi with the idea of simply "finishing myself off from up here!" (this causes the worker to start begging him not to waste his precious "Nanite Nut.") >N coyly asking if Uzi would prefer to eat it instead (to his surprise she refuses the idea in a flustered panic) >N pressing Uzi further by asking "So what EXACTLY are you wanting me to do with it?" (she silently responds by spreading her legs open) >N smugly demanding that Uzi directly beg for what she's asking for ("Please fill me to the brim with your pups!~)
>Uzi continuing to plead towards N, promising to behave (and more) just so long as "You let me bear ALL of your children...~" >N (in a bid to buy more time for his excited loins to settle back down) teasing Uzi over whether she's actually "ready" for him >Uzi desperately affirming to N that she's "So wet, I'm practically leaking!~", all whilst giving the Disassembler the most pitiable sex-crazed look she can muster >N confidently announcing to Uzi that he'll have to see for himself, ordering the Worker to "Stay." as he ominously lifts his leg off from her chest...
>Uzi watching with bated breath as N kneels down to properly 'inspect' her glistening female adapter >Uzi whining aloud when N's tongue suddenly makes contact, doing a single firm lap going from one end of her wet slit to the other >Uzi feeling her core skip a 'beat' upon N' order to "Open.~", causing the Worker to shakily spread the lips of her aching anatomy as wide open as she can manage >Uzi continuing to cry out in frustration as N plants two more long licks against her pussy; A shallow one against her slick folds & a deeper one against her moist walls >Uzi shaking in place the moment N caps off his 'inspection' via planting a gentle (and noticeably prolonged) kiss directly onto her erect clit >Uzi letting out a confused wordless mumble when N grabs both of her hands with his own, unceremoniously dropping the leash onto the floor besides the prone duo
>N announcing "Yeah, you're definitely ready!~" as he mounts atop Uzi, reorienting their clasped hands so that her arms are effectively stretched out & 'pinned' well above the Worker's head >Uzi squealing in excitement the moment she feels N lining up for proper penetration, gasping in anticipation as the Disassembler's tenta-dick tip at long last meets her entrance >N bringing his fanged mouth forward to possessively kiss Uzi at the exact moment of his first thrust, muffling her resulting hot scream beneath his soft tongue >Uzi metaphorically melting as soon as N slides all the way inside, with her core temperatures continuing to climb in the face of the Disassembler's dominating control >N starting off with slow & deep thrusts into a now-surrendered Uzi, hungrily moaning (through twisting tongues) into her mouth with each long hump
>Uzi not-so-subtly wrapping her legs around N in a desperate attempt to get him as deep inside of her as possible, >N eagerly catching Uzi's 'hint', breaking the kiss (and leaving behind a couple small saliva trails) before looking down with a blushed & toothy smirk >Uzi getting her arms properly tied up by N's tail, freeing the Disassembler's hands so that they may be put to 'better' use on her body >N firmly gripping against Uzi's cylindrical metal waist, using it as firm leverage for the increasingly aggressive tempo of their passionate sex >Uzi crying out in pleasure as N rhythmically clangs into her, with the Disassembler manhandling the Worker's smaller body with the grace of an unchained predator
>N grunting to Uzi that he's getting "C-Close!", causing her tail to suddenly snake around behind him >Uzi striking her tail into biting N right on his metal ass, piercing the Disassembler's backplate with it's stinger & pumping Solver Stuff into his body in preparation of the 'finale' (absoluteSolver_scale ejaculate 10) >N gritting his teeth as Uzi proceeds to 'interact' with his system through her tail, using that ad hoc connection to effectively network the 'code share' protocol necessary for reproduction of drone AI >Uzi calling out for N to "DO IT, DUDE!~" as he struggles to keep up the pace (and his composure), with the pressure of his oncoming climax '''spontaneously''' increasing tenfold
>N lets out a whimpered "Biscuits..." right before his supernaturally powerful orgasm kicks off, blasting Uzi's insides with an almost comical flood of hot Nanite Nut >Uzi lets out a shrill "N-N!!!" right as her (physical & digital) womb is fertilized, with N's cum (and code) knocking the Worker up with enough force to trigger her own climax >Both drones are ultimately pushed to the brink of bootlooping, causing their exhausted & literally steaming bodies to inadvertently trip into entering 'Power Save Mode'... - >The duo lay curled against one another in 'Sleep Mode' (with not even the electronic 'DING' of their 'code share' protocol reaching 100% complete being enough to wake them), with their naked bodies now completely covered in varying degrees of unwashed after-sex 'stuff' >Uzi's belly has been noticeably inflated by the sheer volume of still-leaking cum (appropriately foreshadowing what's to come later), whereas N's tenta-dick is still regenerating from damage sustained from forcefully ejaculating said cum all at once >All in all, it's a surprisingly good (and productive!) date night
>It was a time of rare peace after the whole... Solver incident. >With all the existential threats handled, Uzi and N have settled into a normal relationship. >Or as normal as it could get between an angsty worker drone and a golden retriever murder machine.
>The days afterward were predictable, and for once, that was a good thing. >No issues. >Then, on one utterly mundane day, a random thought crossed Uzi's head. >She was soldering a component, a frustrating task that caused her system to simulate a stress response with a faint sheen of condensation on her screen.
"Ugh, why did the humans even code this in?" she grumbled to herself, wiping it away with a scowl. "Simulating sweat? Hormones? It's so gross and inefficient. What's the point?"
>The thought, like a stubborn virus, refused to be deleted. It branched, evolving. >She knew she had... urges. Annoying, distracting, and sometimes very N-focused urges. That was a Worker Drone thing, she assumed. >But what about them? The Disassembly Drones. They were engineered for one specific purpose: locate, hunt, feed. Their programming was probably a lot more... straightforward. The question was ridiculous, but it took root. >Was her lovable goofball of a boyfriend even capable of feeling that specific kind of flutter in his fleshy core? There was only one way to find out.
>A few days later, during a designated sleepover in Uzi's cluttered bunker room, the opportunity arose. >N, ever the innocent, had conked out the second he hit the bed, sleeping with a soft, contented whirl. >Uzi, however, was wide awake. And she remembered something crucial. >Containing the Absolute Solver hadn't just given her control over it; it gave her a backstage pass to a lot of systems. Including a certain disassembly drone's core programming. >With a mischievous, smug smile that would make her father sigh in despair, she crept over to the sleeping N. >A few swift commands on her internal interface, wireless connection established. She bypassed his firewalls with ease. >There it was. A deeply buried parameter. >[Libido_Drive_Intensity].
"Let's just... see what happens," she whispered, her smile widening. "For science. What's the worst that could happen?"
>She slid the setting from its baseline value all the way to its absolute maximum possible. She saved the changes, disconnected, and crawled back to her bedsheets, immensely pleased with her secret sneaky experiment.
>The following days were uneventful. She forgot about the whole thing entirely. >Class was its usual special kind of torture. >The only thing making it bearable was the presence of her murder-drone boyfriend, who took diligent notes despite drawing dogs 80% of the time.
>But then Uzi noticed something was off. She could feel his optic sensors on her. >Not his usual loving, puppy-dog gaze. This was... intense. >She glanced over. N was rigid in his seat, staring directly at her. >A low, almost inaudible whine was coming from his chassis, and a visible heat haze warped the air around his neck. >His tail, usually a lazy, happy sway, was thumping against the floor like a panicked metronome. >One of his legs was bouncing with enough frantic energy to drill through the floor. >Abruptly, he shot to his feet, his chair screeching backwards.
"SORRY! THERE'S AN EMERGENCY! UH... SYSTEMS MALFUNCTION! IT REQUIRES IMMEDIATE... COOLING!" he blurted out, his voice cracking with panic.
>Before the class could even process the sudden outburst, N became a blur, rocketing out of the classroom door so fast it shook the entire class.
>Uzi sat frozen for a second, the bizarre behavior not computing. >Then it clicked. >The overheating. >The agitation. >The "cooling".
Oh. Oh no.
>She bolted into the hallway, but he was already gone. >A quick scan showed he wasn't anywhere in the outpost's interior. The main airlock logs told the story: one emergency exit, recently activated.
>It was the sunrise, slowly bathing the frozen landscape in the deadly, corrosive light. >Uzi could only stare at the sealed blast door, the horrifying realization dawning on her. >Her late-night experiment had apparently worked, perhaps a little too well. >She had broken her boyfriend. And now he was loose on the surface, and she was stuck waiting for nightfall to see what was left of him.
