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“He’s going to absolutely lose it.” It thought.
It wasn’t like any other day today on the isles. P03 had finished its latest project in restoring itself to its former glory (and height). Now, it was standing (yes standing not floating) tall with their long, metal legs. It took a whole lot of banging its head into a wall after messing up the code somehow or one of the legs falling apart, but, it was all worth it. This is gonna blow Leshy’s mind into a million pieces. It already went around to Grimora and Magnificus, who were a tad worried about the thought of p03 gaining more power and of what it might possibly do with it.
Enough about that though.
It was right outside the cabin doors, having gracefully walked all the way over from its side of the islands over to the dirty, imperfect place that was Leshy’s woods. The door was already slightly adjacent, probably after the most recent challenger had entered. It threw open the door, imagining themselves to also be surprising the player too, however, fate had better plans.
There, in the middle of the room, on the middle of the table, with the player bent over, ass in the air and Leshy right behind, was two disgusting, organic beings bumping their bits. Immediately, p03 cringed, yet stayed. It was if they weren’t at all that bothered by it. In fact, it closed the door behind itself before taking a step closer towards the scene.
“My, what an amusing sight. You both are filthy, filthy disgusting animals.” It commented, grinning to itself smugly. “Disappointing to see someone who claimed to be so great reducing himself to boning a mere player on his grimy table. Couldn’t help your primal urges? You’re just the same as all the wolves and rabbits you collect as cards.”
In attempt to ring the player back to their situation, Leshy thrusted once more into the player, the entire shaft sinking in and eliciting a moan from the other.
“What are you doing here, P03? As you can see, I’m pretty busy with a game. Bah, what am I saying? You have no respect for privacy, just as you care not for aesthetics. I had high hopes to have finished what we had started without an interruption.” Leshy was bothered by the watchful gaze of p03, who seemed to be scanning them up and down and paying close attention to…ahem…where all the action was happening.
“I’ll stay quiet.” P03 leaned against a wall.
It took a while for Leshy and the player to get back to their sinful act, Leshy even more as this was his enemy, who casually watched them attentively. Soon enough though, they were back to rocking back and forth on the creaky table, Leshy’s grimy fingers in the player’s mouth with them sucking on them for dear life. At some point, they switched positions. Now their legs were in the air with Leshy drilling into them his pronounced cock. P03 had to say, it was quite the revolting sight, really. First of all, how long ago had that table been cleaned? How long ago has Leshy even thought of cleaning up? Don’t they care about how sweaty they were? Or where the other has been? Animals. These people are animals! Noisy, slimy, disgusting horny animals.
Leshy’s mouth locked onto the other’s, making the most horrible noise P03 had ever imagined. And, with a hissed out warning and a speed up, Leshy came inside their ass. P03 peaked its head around to witness the scrybe pulling their dick out, cum gushing out of the players ass. It was so proud to not be organic.
After that, there was nothing else; just the player cleaning themselves up a little and continuing on their merry way. P03 worried slightly for Magnificus and Grimora if this is how they left Leshy’s cabin.
Once they had left, P03 waltzed on over to Leshy, who’s cock was now limp after finishing on a high.
“That was pitiful to watch.” P03 couldn’t help itself. How could it not when it witnessed such a horrific scene?
“You wouldn’t understand, you mere hunk of metal. The warm intimacy, the sharing of fluids—“
“Okay, okay I got it. No need to keep continuing, freak.” It groaned. “Anyways, I didn’t come here to talk about boning each other like rabbits.” P03 raised one of their legs up in an 180 degree angle.
“Check out my latest work, idiot.” It was proud, and it wanted to rub it in Leshy’s ugly green face that it was ten times more productive and smarter than this asshole. If it could, it would literally rub its legs onto Leshy’s face. However, after witnessing horizontal wrestling…perhaps not.
“Congratulations, you’ve made something meaningless. You already had a method of moving yourself around, why would you give yourself legs?” Leshy questioned its efforts.
If p03 had eyes, they’d be rolling right now.
“Well, maybe if you had more of a brain, you’d come to appreciate the fact that this is quite revolutionary. I can now run, walk, go up stairs properly— pretty much anything.” P03 walked over to the table as a demonstration, before taking notice of the fluids that painted the table.
“Are you ever going to clean this up? This is disgusting. If I was made of flesh and blood, I’d puke all over this. I hope you’re not thinking of letting it be.” It turned to Leshy, back facing the table.
Said Scrybe had came up behind P03, slowly, surprising the robot as it turned.
“If you were organic, maybe we would have been on better terms. Especially if you had something of a robust figure as you do now.” Leshy joked.
However, P03 did not take this joke too lightly.
“Robust? These are perfectly weighted, my legs and chest are not unnecessarily large or round.” It huffed, offended.
Leshy put his warm hands onto P03’s cold metal thighs, stroking it gently before travelling upwards along its frame.
“You are aware that I’m in fact, made of metal and wires and not of similar composition?” P03 leaned backwards, slightly flustered but more annoyed.
What was this stupid idiot doing? What was he on about? Is…is Leshy trying to figure out how to screw P03? This disgusting, filthy bastard.
Before P03 could bash the bastards skull in, Leshy grabbed ahold of P03’s one good arm, rendering the scrybe immobile.
“You stupid, stupid horny beast! Let me go-“ before P03 could spit out another word, it could feel its wires twister and straining.
Before it knew what was happening, Leshy had yanked its arm off of its second joint. P03 screamed out, its pain sensors registering.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” It shouted, seething with rage. It would come at this bastard if it could but it was pinned down and trapped like a hopeless rabbit before a wolf. Yet, something in P03’s code liked it.
What?
Huh?
What now?
Does it, perhaps, like the situation its in?
Maybe it was the fact it felt something. It felt pain it felt anger but…it felt… something. Whatever it felt, it wanted more.
Shamefully, it hooked its legs around the other scrybe, pulling him closer.
“Ruin me.”