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Almost three months after the Disassembly Drones landed on Copper-9 and began their mission of purging the Worker Drones that inhabited the frozen corpse of a planet…
J paced around aimlessly as she waited for N to meet her as she requested, her pigtails whipping around whenever she harshly turned on her heel and marched through the deep rut in the snow she created. She was the no-nonsense leader of Disassembly Squad 1A, one of the many squads of Disassembly Drones sent to Copper-9 to cull the population of rogue Worker Drones that had taken over after the humans died after the planet’s core collapsed. J took this mission incredibly seriously and wanted her squad to be the best, the one with the most kills in their designated mission area, if not on all of Copper. And initially J’s aspirations had been met with her squad set high above the rest on the Quarterly Leaderboard.
During the first two months, J’s squad had carried out multiple incredibly successful hunts which had skyrocketed them into the top spot and had allowed them to construct an ever growing Corpse Spire around the cramped landing pod that currently served as their home. But recently their success had begun to dwindle and the other Disassembly Drone squads were beginning to catch up. J had quickly noticed the reason her squad’s overall performance ratings were slipping. It wasn’t difficult to find out since there were only two other members of the squad besides J, which limited the possible number of weak links, and J knew it wasn’t her.
V certainly wasn’t the problem, as her kill counts had stayed almost entirely unaffected. She spent more time out hunting than back at the Spire. It was almost worrying how much V enjoyed hunting and slaughtering Workers, but that did mean she was incredibly good at her job. When she wasn’t hunting, V was usually acting aloof and ignoring her squadmates, including J. Normally this would anger the squad leader, but V was the single most effective Disassembler she knew of, so such behaviour was allowed to slide for the time being.
This meant the issue had to be N. It didn’t take a genius to figure this out. Not only had his recent reported kills been much lower than those of the previous two months, but J had also noticed that during Squad hunts, N wasn’t at his best. He would miss easy kills, lose track of Workers he was chasing and get outwitted, or simply hang back and watch as V and J did all the work. This confounded J as she knew N could be effective, he had been rivaling her for kills just two weeks ago after all! If he didn’t lock back in, then their squad might be dethroned as the most effective this quarter, and J was not going to let that happen. She’d do anything to secure and maintain her squad’s top spot in the rankings.
As soon as J had noticed N’s performance drop, she had pulled him aside and very professionally told him that he needed to lock the fuck in. The male Disassembler had promised he would, but that was a week ago and he hadn’t. That is why J had asked him to meet her on a roof top not far from the Spire after his nightly hunt concluded so they could go over his performance together. She didn’t really have any ideas of how to get N to improve, so she was consulting the digital copy of the patented JcJenson (in Spaaaaaaaaace) ‘Manager’s Handbook and Manual for Effective Workplace and Employee Control’.
J muttered out the names of all the different sections and subsections as she scrolled past them on her HUD as she endlessly paced. She was hundreds of pages deep and hadn’t found anything helpful yet. Good thing she was a Drone and not an inferior human, or else it would’ve taken her hours to get this deep. Finally, she found a section dedicated to ensuring that employees meet important quotas and deadlines and ways to help them if they fall behind. Skimming through, J read some of the advice aloud.
”’Remind the Employee(s) of the quota/deadline’, already did that… blah blah blah… ‘Reiterate why the quota/deadline is important to the Company and coworker morale’, did that too… Blah blah blah… ‘Threaten disciplinary action if performance doesn’t improve’, ok noted… Blah blah blah… ‘Threaten further disciplinary action, such as demotions and removal of family members’, we don’t even have family members… Oh, what’s this? ‘Alternatively, take time to interview the employee(s) and question them about why they are falling behind on their work. Collaborate with the employee(s) to reach a solution that helps them and the Company. I.e, if an employee is stressed, find out why, and if possible, ease that stress so the employee can return to peak performance levels. A stressed employee is a less productive employee.’ Hmm, I guess I can try some of these.” J hummed, now armed with a few ideas. A few minutes later she was roused from her pacing by the distinct sound of Disassembly Drone wings cutting through the air.
J turned and watched as N gracefully swooped up from below the roof of the tall building and landed a short distance in front of her, standing up and offering a salute and an apology for his lateness, “Sorry for making you wait so long.”
”It’s fine, there wasn’t a strict schedule for this meeting,” J said as she placed a hand on her hip, “How did your hunt go?”
”Uhm… Not great…” N admitted sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground.
”I see.” J sighed disappointedly.
”I’m really sorry, J, but the Workers over by that mall are just so hard to catch sometimes and-” N began to ramble out excuses but stopped when J held her hand up.
”I don’t want to hear it, N. As we’ve already discussed, your performance has been severely lacking recently. If it doesn’t get better by the end of the quarter, it falls on me, as the squad leader, to punish you.” J explained, her tone firm and domineering. N shrunk in on himself a bit as he nervously began to wring his hands.
”I don’t want to do that, N. You haven’t done anything to earn any punishment,” J continued, her voice softening a bit, “This little issue we’re facing can be fixed. You have a lot of potential, I’ve seen it. You can be, and have been in the recent past, very effective. Dare I say, even a role model to the other squads like V is.”
”Really? You think so?” N asked unsurely as he lifted his gaze to meet J’s. He obviously had been expecting to receive a dressing down and not any form of praise.
”Yes, I do. We just need to find out what’s preventing you from hunting effectively. I’ve noticed that you seem very distracted during our Squad hunts and it very clearly has a rather significant negative impact on your performance, and that brings down the overall effectiveness of the entire squad. So, what’s distracting you so badly?” J questioned. She was sure that she could fix whatever it was causing N’s lack of focus during hunts.
”U-uhm, well… It’s nothing, I’m not distracted, especially not when you and V and I all hunt together! Eheh!” N deflected embarrassedly as he again averted his eyes and looked off to the side.
”What? That’s… That’s clearly a lie. N, you need to tell me the truth. Now.” J said firmly. Now she was getting suspicious.
”I’m being honest! I’m totally not distracted by anything at all.” N squeaked as he began to get a bit flustered. He knew exactly why he was distracted as of late, especially when the squad hunted together. It was because of V and a little incident he had with her two weeks ago during a group hunt…
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Flashback to two weeks ago…
V laughed sadistically as she cut down yet another unfortunate Worker Drone as they tried to escape her claws. She had followed a trio into the atrium of an apartment complex and had managed to catch two of them. As was her nasty little habit, V spent a little time shredding the screaming Worker she had caught before she moved on to the next, leaving her previous victim to slowly bleed out. This allowed the last of the three Workers to make a dash for the exit, only to get cut off by N, who tackled the fleeing Drone.
N’s face was split by the menacing Murder Drone smile as he raised his claws and prepared to deliver the finishing blow, but before he could, he was suddenly blindsided by V as she tackled him. The two Disassemblers rolled across the floor and slammed through a couple of frozen skeletons before coming to a stop, with V on top and pinning N down as she straddled his hips. The Worker Drone, who had been mere moments away from meeting Robo-Jesus, quickly scrambled to their feet and ran off as fast as they could.
”V, what are you doing?” N asked confusedly as he stared up at his squadmate with hollowed eyes. The distinctive Murder Drone X remained on her visor as she leaned down a bit and got in his face, a bit of oil dripping off of her face and onto N’s as she did.
”That one is mine, ok? I already called dibs~” V sang psychotically before she sat up, unaware of how her hips rubbed against N’s. Spotting the Worker across the wide atrium, the female Disassembler placed a clawed hand on N’s chest which pushed him down as she shifted a bit to get a better launch angle to get her victim. N let out a whimper as V shifted above him, suddenly far too aware of how tight and thin the uniform shorts she wore were. Finally, V launched forward and off of N. She moved with immense speed towards her target. With claws outstretched, she prepared to disembowel the last Worker…
Only for J to come in at the last second and decapitate them. The twin-tailed woman caught the head as it spun in the air for a moment and lifted it up, drinking the oil that spilled out before she discarded it and looked at V with the slightest hint of a smug smirk. V slid to a stop, nearly colliding with her superior who didn’t even flinch.
”J! That one was mine!” V snapped as she crossed her arms with a slight scowl.
”You should learn to share, V, you got most of the kills this hunt as is.” J said as she patted V on the shoulder disarmingly. The slightly shorter woman shrugged off the squad leader’s hand with a frown.
”I don’t like sharing.”
N was still lying on the floor with wide eyes, a blush forming on his visor as an embarrassing situation began to unfold ‘downstairs’. His cybernetic brain was short circuiting as he struggled to process what he was currently feeling. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at where V was, who was still talking with J about the kill steal. N physically couldn’t stop his eyes from staring right at her backside.
Shame and embarrassment took hold for a second and he mentally admonished himself for looking at his squadmate in such a way, and yet his eyes couldn’t look away. It was hard to tell due to the lack of direct moonlight in the atrium, but N swore he might be able to see faint panty lines through V’s shorts. The thought made him twitch, which tore his attention from his squadmate’s ass and down to the bulge clearly visible through his trenchcoat. Immediately, N shot up into a sitting position and threw his hands in his lap to hide the evidence of his arousal, the sudden movement catching J’s attention.
”N, are you good? Why are you sitting on the floor?”
”I-I-I’m fine! Just, uh, tak-king a break!” N lied with a nervous smile. J raised an eyebrow but didn’t press any further.
”Uh-huh. Well break time is over. There’s more toasters to hunt.” The squad leader said as she turned and gestured for her subordinates to follow her out of the apartment complex.
”You owe me a kill, J.” V huffed as she followed after J, her hips swaying a bit with each step. N had to shake his head to get himself to stop staring so he could stand up and follow after the two women, hoping they wouldn’t notice his situation…
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Back to the present…
Ever since that incident, N had struggled to stay focused during hunts, especially when he was working alongside V. His thoughts, and eyes, would inevitably drift back to V’s ass and the memory of how it felt to have her straddling him. Which would invariably lead to him getting excited, and it was practically impossible to hunt like that. It was a miracle his squadmates hadn’t noticed his staring. N had tried to stop, but he just couldn’t no matter how bad he felt about it. He really respected V, he had always thought she was very attractive and cool, and he hated to think of her in such a lewd way. She deserved far better than that.
When J originally approached him about his sudden drop in performance, N had decided to take more drastic measures than simply ‘not thinking like that’. He had finally resorted to masturbating to try to rid himself of the naughty thoughts and the lust he felt. It didn’t work. Anytime he started to get anywhere, he’d think of V and how much he respected her and then he’d feel incredibly bad which would kill his mood. He was just too pure hearted. And so he was stuck in this limbo of being too horny and distracted to hunt but too embarrassed and disappointed in himself to do anything about it.
”Hello? Copper-9 to N!” J said as she snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing N out of his thoughts.
”Oh, uh, sorry! Agh, I…” He trailed off with a sigh.
”You got distracted, like you have a penchant for doing recently. I’m going to ask one last time. What in this Company forsaken world is causing this?” The twin-tailed Disassembler asked gently. She wouldn’t admit it since it would be unprofessional, but she was very worried for N. It was clear that whatever was going on was affecting N beyond his work. N refused to answer and just stared at the snowy ground shyly, earning an exasperated sigh from J.
”The JcJenson ‘Manager’s Handbook and Manual for Effective Workplace and Employee Control’ dictates that a stressed employee is a less productive employee,” J recited perfectly, “Are you feeling stressed? Or unsafe for some reason? Or overworked maybe? Or…”
”Pent up?” N offered when J trailed off as she tried to think of other possibilities. He hadn’t even meant to say it out loud, and while it could have been taken as a condition similar to the ones J had said, it sounded more like an admission which made her pause and look at N with an unreadable expression.
”U-uhm, I just meant t-that-! I’m not-! I was just saying-!” N stammered embarrassedly as he tried and failed to play off and backtrack what he said.
”W-well, err, are you distracted during hunts because you’re… pent up, as you put it?” J asked slowly, a bit embarrassed and flustered herself. This was not how she expected this conversation to go at all.
She almost didn’t ask, but she reminded herself that it was her duty as N’s superior to help him work through whatever problem prevented him from carrying out his duties, even if this was probably the single possible problem she could have never predicted. N was too embarrassed to respond, his hands covering his face as he turned away and groaned pathetically.
”It’s, ahem, it’s ok, N. It’s normal for people to, uh, feel like that.” J said in an attempt to ease N’s embarrassment but it didn’t help. If anything it had the opposite effect.
”You probably think I’m weird and gross now!” N mumbled through his hands.
”No, no! I don’t think that. Seriously, it’s not… I-is there a specific reason why you feel like that?” J tried awkwardly, and N just shook his head, “Well there has to be a reason.”
”Is it… Is it somehow my fault?” J pondered aloud after a moment of thought. She couldn’t think of anything she had done to cause N to view her in any way that wasn’t professional or maybe platonic.
She always wore her uniform perfectly, with her pencil skirt ironed and smoothed, making sure it wasn’t riding up too high, and her blouse was always fully buttoned and tucked in. There really shouldn’t have been anything about her that caused feelings of lust. J was aware that she had at least some sex appeal, she was quite proud of her appearance after all. She had decently thick thighs, pleasantly wide hips, a nice ass, a tight waist fitting of a graceful killing machine, and a good pair of breasts. But all of that was under her uniform, and while it didn’t hide her figure, it didn’t show it off either. It couldn’t be that the fact she had nice curves was enough to get N completely distracted all the time and pent up, or else he would’ve been like that from day one.
”No! It’s not your fault! N-not that I’m saying it couldn’t be or- Oh, that sounds wrong! I mean that-” N said a bit too quickly as he gestured wildly with his hands as he slowly dug himself a deeper grave with his words. His staunch denial made J realize the truth of the matter almost immediately, and she cut off his flustered ramblings.
”It’s because of V.” J stated with her digital eyebrows slightly furrowed.
”Please don’t tell her!” N whimpered as his hands went back to covering his face out of sheer embarrassment, the glow of his blushing peaking out between his fingers.
A small bolt of jealousy shot through J as she realized that she wasn’t the one getting N riled up, but she immediately took that feeling and all the associated thoughts and shoved them far into the back of her mind. She had to actually bite her tongue to prevent herself from calling him a pervert out of jealousy. Why the hell did she feel like that? She shouldn’t be feeling that, she didn’t have any form of relationship with N that would cause such strange emotions.
”So it is because of V. Is she doing anything to cause this? Is she flirting with you during hunts? If she is, that’s technically against the rules because when we’re hunting that’s considered business hours and-”
”No, she isn’t doing anything… Not on purpose anyways…” N sighed as his hands dropped to his sides. He still couldn’t meet J’s gaze.
”Then why…?” J started but trailed off as she actually thought about it. The outfit V wore wasn’t exactly a standard uniform. Really it was a bit lacking in substance, being only a cropped jacket, a red scarf, and a pair of really tight shorts. And V had a figure that rivaled J’s. So that, paired with her minimal clothing, did present a rather tantalizing image.
And while J was realizing the likely cause of N’s frustrations, N was busy struggling to stop the images of V’s fat ass in those tight shorts from invading his mind like a flood due to the conversation at hand. It was impossible for the poor lad to resist the thoughts. He had gotten far too many chances to see how V moved and the way her shorts teasingly strained when she did her more acrobatic moves. The imagery and memories were too much for him, so despite the cataclysmic levels of shame and embarrassment he felt maybe even partially because of that, N got hard. His coat became tented as his dick tried its best to escape into the open air, but it fortunately couldn’t break through the layer of fabric that restrained it. N would die if J noticed…
She did, almost immediately.
J’s thought process immediately ground to a halt as she stared at the very noticeable bulge. Part of her wanted to reprimand N, to chide him for daring to pop a boner in front of her like that. The other, stronger and more reasonable, part of her realized she really couldn’t blame him; He didn’t have control over that part of his anatomy and even she had to admit that V was hot as hell and maybe even thicker than J was which may or may not have also captured the squad leader’s attention once or twice.
Unsure of what to do now, J’s mind resorted to recalling what the handbook said; ‘Collaborate with the employee to reach a solution that helps them…. If an employee is stressed, find out why, and if possible, ease that stress so the employee can return to peak performance levels.’ N was sexually pent up and it was having a negative impact on his work performance. As his squad leader, J had an obligation to try to help him. But how? Well the obvious solution was for N to masturbate, but he would have thought of that… Right? J wasn’t entirely sure, N was rather pure of heart.
”Have you tried, uhm, dealing with this yourself to stop yourself from getting distracted?” J asked lamely, her eyes still lingering far lower than they should.
”I’ve tried… It doesn’t help. If anything it makes things worse.” N admitted abashedly.
”I see…” J muttered thoughtfully.
Suddenly, a terrible idea from a small voice in the back of J’s head appeared. If N can’t relieve himself, then why doesn’t she help him? As soon as the rouge thought crossed her mind she shook her head vigorously. She can’t do that! ‘N is my squad member, I’m his direct superior, it’s a violation of HR and workplace relationship standards, it’s unprofessional!’ Those were the arguments J came up with to dissuade the thought, but counter arguments immediately formed.
‘N is my squad member and as his direct superior I’m responsible for his performance and well-being, we’re Drones so HR doesn’t apply and HR doesn’t even exist on Copper-9 anymore anyways, and these aren’t standard working conditions so workplace relationship standards don’t matter, and while it still might be unprofessional to help a coworker get off, it’s also really hot.’ That last thought, paired with the subconscious rubbing of her thighs, made J blush a bit and realize she might be feeling a bit pent up herself. Sucking in a breath to steel herself for what she was about to ask, J looked N in the face and posed a rather fascinating offer.
”Would you want me to help you whenever you’re feeling pent up like this?” The question made N’s jaw drop and eyes go hollow as he struggled to process what his very professional leader just asked him. Upon not getting a response, J panicked a little and realized that she needed to explain herself and her reasoning for offering something so outlandish.
”It would be a strictly professional arrangement! As the leader of the squad it’s my job to look after the well-being and performance of my squad, and since you being pent up is the cause of your recent struggles then I have an obligation to help you overcome that. Of course, you’re at liberty to decline, I’m just offering aid if you want it, and-”
”A-are you serious?” N interrupted once he came back to his senses. J went silent for a moment before confirming that she was, indeed, serious.
”Yes. If it’ll help you, then I’m willing to do whatever is needed. For the good of my squad and the quota.”
”Uh, well in that case, I guess you can try to help me, uhm… I don’t know how you plan to but...” N stammered, still very flustered. J couldn’t help but get a rush of confidence as she saw N’s blush get stronger and how he subconsciously glanced at her chest and then hips.
”I can show you right now, if you’d like.” J said with a faintly seductive lilt.
”Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” N replied, his dick throbbing under his coat. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe that it was, but he wasn’t dreaming, was he?
”Do you have any ideas of what you’d like me to do?” J inquired as she took a few purposely slow steps forward, making sure to sway her hips as she did. She was having a bit too much fun seeing N’s flustered reactions and how his eyes were glued on her body now.
”No, just do whatever you think is best.” N said, not even trying to hide the excitement he felt at the idea of being at someone else’s whim.
”Alright.” J hummed. After a moment of consideration, J sauntered behind N and gently wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him against her, glad that they were almost the same height. He let out a small gasp as he felt her breasts press into his back. She waited to see if he would pull away, but he didn’t and she took that as the sign to continue. With her free hand, J reached around and undid N’s belt and opened his coat, revealing his surprisingly large dick. J was caught off guard and stared over N’s shoulder at it for a few moments. His trenchcoat had really hidden how much he was packing. Had he always had that?
”Damn…”
”Is… Is there something wrong?” N questioned worriedly when he felt J stop moving and heard her quiet swear.
”No, nothing is wrong. I’m just surprised by the size is all.”
”Is it too big or gross?” N asked dejectedly, mistaking J’s interest for disgust.
”It’s perfect…” J muttered as she began salivating a bit, “I-I mean, it’s perfectly fine! It’s good, you’re all good.”
”Oh… Thanks.” N said with a small smile, his confidence rising a bit at the compliment.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, J spat in her free hand and gently began jerking N off, who wasn’t shy about making his enjoyment known. The twin-tailed woman enjoyed hearing the pleasured gasps and whimpers the lad let out as she stroked his cock. She kept up the slow pace for a while until pre-cum began to leak from the tip. The focus swapped from full strokes to just pleasuring the head, teasing out as much pre as possible, which earned a proper moan from the male Disassembler as he leaned back against J.
”I’m going to speed up, ok? Don’t hold back, just cum whenever you need to.” J whispered sensually to N, getting way more into this than she had intended to. Her barriers of professionalism had rapidly decayed and her boundaries were borderline nonexistent now.
N could only nod as the speed of the strokes increased. It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and moaning unabashedly as he neared orgasm. J let out a pleased hum as she held him tighter against herself, his moans causing her to begin growing aroused too. Finally, N’s dick throbbed powerfully before he released an impressively large load of cum. J made sure to keep stroking until the orgasm fully subsided to milk out as much as possible. She was pleasantly surprised and impressed by N’s sexual capabilities once again, her mind making a note of just how much he had ejaculated. A good amount got on her hand but she barely even noticed because N’s knees gave out for a second.
”Woah! You alright? That was, heh, that was a big one, huh?” J asked as she held N up until he got his strength back.
”T-thanks, J. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that g-good before.” N said shakily as he panted. He couldn’t believe he just came so hard that his legs went weak.
”Just being the best squad leader I can. You better be laser focused during the next hunt after all this.” J replied half-jokingly.
”I promise that I’ll get more Workers than ever before!” N swore as he caught his breath. He was still feeling some aftershocks from his orgasm.
”Mmm, I love the confidence.” J hummed happily as she unthinkingly gave N a few extra strokes before she released his softening cock from her grasp and stepped back.
”Uh, you got… s-stuff all over your hand… I’m sorry!” N apologized when he turned and noticed the cum all over J’s hand, but she just waved him off.
”It’s alright, that was basically guaranteed to happen. I’ll just wash it off or something.”
”Still, I’m sorry, that’s probably really gross.”
”Fine, apology accepted. This meeting is officially over, we’ve reached a solution for your… problem. You're dismissed, N. Head back to the Spire and get some rest, the sun will be up soon.” J said dismissively, effortlessly slipping back into her no-nonsense persona. N thanked her for the help again as he saluted. Then he turned off to the side and spread his wings as he walked off the edge of the roof, dropping into a graceful glide back home.
The twin-tailed Murder Drone watched her squad mate leave. Once she was sure he was gone, she looked down at her hand and gave in to her temptation. Before she could even take a second to question herself, J was licking the warm, sticky cum off her hand. Her long tongue wrapped around her own fingers in a sensual manner to get every last drop, a satisfied moan escaped her at the taste as her thighs squeezed together.
Once the deed was done and her hand was now clean, ignoring her saliva, J was left standing on the snowy rooftop alone wondering what the fuck was wrong with her and why she had enjoyed everything that just happened so much. She flushed and bit her lip as she realized that she would have to change her underwear when she got back to the pod. With a sigh, J extended her wings and walked off the edge of the building like N had, gliding back to the Spire and trying her absolute best not to think about what she just did and how much she liked it.
”I was just doing my job. I was just doing my job…” was the mantra she repeated in her mind over and over again.
Surely, she’d be able to keep this highly unprofessional arrangement professional… Right?