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Apollo was starting the Monday shift and had just pulled his orange coveralls over his shoulders when a flurry of maintenance calls pinged his work tablet.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He grumbled and saw the drones protesting about something they could not handle. “So much for fucking automation.”
He brought all the tools of his trade, mop, bucket and rags to go and deal with whatever bullshit they were chirping about. The problem was in the service tunnels, cramped space with rows of cable and pipes. The place always creeped him out, always dark and filled with pings and groans of pipes shifting and expanding. As he got closer to the problem he was struck with a foul stench. He coughed at it and brought his shirt over his nose.
“Awe what the hell?” He muttered when he found the source.
The man had no fucking clue what to do, hell he wanted to chirp for help like the drones gathered around the exotic splayed out on the floor. She was a fucking mess, slathered in God knows what inside and out, but he could make some educated guesses and he did not want to know what it came out of. Though the scales hid the bruises he could still tell she got used up hard and thrown away a bit more than wet. For a moment he thought she was dead until he got some good light on her and saw those massive tits rising and falling. The mop was not going to cut it, he opted for a hose not far off and sprayed down, well everything. Even when he sprayed her down she barely managed a groan as the cold water blasted over her body. When he got her into a state where he was fine with handling her and not getting slimed himself, he carefully approached and gave her a prod with his broom handle, nothing.
The hardest part was carrying that oversized buxom lizard out of the service tunnels.
She was a huge bitch, even with him standing at over six foot she was head taller than him. With her arms around his shoulders he hauled her like an oversized backpack out. As he walked out of the service tunnels into the main walkway. On his way to the canteen one of those prototype beasts ambled by. The unsettling thing cast an unreadable look in his direction and gave him a long stare in passing. It was the most attention one of those things paid to him and he did not like that one bit. He could not help but feel that the reason why he had an unconscious slime stuffed dragoness draped over his back was their fault.
Finally he unloaded that scaly dead weight and laid her out on a bench seat in the canteen by a long table. He slumped onto one just opposite of her, panting and wiping his brow with a sleeve. She almost looked peaceful laying there and he felt like a creep when he could not stop his eyes from roaming over her generous curves. There was an urge to reach out to give those soft looking globes a squeeze and with that he slapped his knees and sprung up.
“Nope, can't have that.” He mumbled and went to the supply closet to find a solution.
Though when he came back with sheet in hand one of those metal monsters was looming over the woman. He gasped and recoiled back, not wanting the attention of the machine. Though it seemed interested only in her. He was at a loss, watching, then gasping as the thing grabbed the woman by the back of the neck and made her bend over at the end of the table. She still was not even awake but the machine still mounted her and the janitors eyes widened as the intent became painfully clear as that fucking slimy weapon hung from between the feral machines legs.
When Apollo saw the cybernetic feral about to impale the unconscious woman he rushed out of the doorway he had been frozen in action for longer than he should have.
“Hey! Paws off!” He barked at the thing and flicked his hands at it like one might shoo off a cat on a table. The metal beast slowly relented and then finally turned away to saunter off with a flick of its tail.
“Damned things, more animal than robot!” He mumbled under his breath, panting in breath as the fear of putting his life on the line against one of those things hit him hard.
A quick survey of the exotic woman and he could see he was a bit too late when he moved her to lay back down. She was fouled in spit from slit to collarbone. With a tsk he left the sheet bundled over her toned legs and had to come back with a roll of paper towel. His whole face felt hot as he had to swipe his hand over her gorgeous body. It was uncomfortably intimate and when she moaned softly he really wanted to just leave her be. Duty overrode his shameful thoughts, better she was clean and covered than waking up plastered in drool. Though it was damned hard to not admire how those huge tits tried to engulf his hand as he wept the towel between them.
Just when he was about finished he felt her gripping his thigh.
With eyes barely open a crack he saw those glittering blue hues piercing into him and his guilt surged to agonising heights. With a mouth so dry he could only grunt and drew the sheet up to her neck.
“Sorry.” He finally rasped and eased back into the bench across from her.
“Eh.” She weakly shrugged, her voice husky and raw but it was very pleasing to his ears. “Just happy it’s a human touch.”
He could not just sit there and gawk, he got up and poured her a mug of water. She took it with a soft smile leaning up and thankfully the sheet caught on that balcony of a rack. He watched with fingers interlocked between his knees as gulped it eagerly. She just happy to taste something else than what the fuck passed for cyborg cum.
“What time is it?” She asked with a more smooth and cleared up voice.
“Bout seven thirty.”
“Shit, Saturday?”
“No ma'am, Monday.”
She choked mid sip of water.
“Seriously? It's the fourteenth?”
The hesitation made it seem all the more worse.
“Not quite… The twenty-first.” He was careful to correct her and that toothy maw of hers sagged in shock. “Guessin you been here longer than expected?”
“Yeah… Just a bit.” She muttered into the mug. “Fuck.”
He really did not need to probe that she might not have been welcome here. He also did not feel comfortable asking about why she found her in the state that he did. He looked about before offering her some advice.
“So the techs won't be in for a few more hours, The ones with the fancy diplomas come in late, security here is pretty lax, they think those metal fuckers have it handled. Might want to make yourself scarce is what I am getting at.”
“I don't think I can even fucking walk. They would probably catch me again.” Her head was in her palms, eyes heavy with exhaustion they were red at the edges.
“Might be right.” He sighed and rubbed at his neck. “A bit out of my depth here ma'am, just supposed to be cleaning up the place.”
Just as he was getting up to leave he hand reached out and clutched onto his coveralls at the waist.
“Wait!” She gasped with a desperate look on her face. “I need you.”
Those words, oof, made it so hard for him, those damned tits out and her looking up at him.. The way her messy raven black hair framed her crimson scaled face just enhanced the pleading look, it went from hard to impossible right quick.
“Probably already in trouble here. Gonna be in a lot more if I help you escape too.” He sighed, but he knew already his mind was made up, there was no fucking way he was letting her go through whatever the fuck they had been doing to her anymore. “Fuck it, lets get you outta here.”
He took her by the arm and got her to use him like a brace.