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Model-lmF-9246 was rather unhappy with her current situation. Well, _happy_might be a misnomer. _Discontent_might be more accurate. She was an android, and as such incapable of feeling emotions like a living creature would. However, she still realized a delay such as she was experiencing was detrimental to her current task, which in turn was detrimental to the goals of the company that owned her, which again was sure to cause anger in someone above her, someone actually important. This all resulted in her concluding that her current situation was far from optimal, and as such a reason to simulate discontent.

As she walked down the nightly neon-lit street, she ran the calculations. Due to a power outage, large swathes of the underground tram-system were not operative. The fact that this _only_affected the tram system spoke for a targeted attack, and not a simple breaker failing. Likelihood was high this was either an act committed by a rival of SubEX, the company owning the underground lines, or some anarchist with a modicum of wits who thought it funny to shut down travel city-wide. The reason was ultimately not of importance, but the fact that it caused her delay was.

As an android of the Model-F-series, it was 9246's purpose to facilitate transfers and carry data from point A to point B. A purpose that was currently impeded, annoyingly enough. Her overall appearance was modeled after an anthropomorphic animal, which might remind one of a common mouse - a short, snout-like nose, large, round ears and a slim, ringed tail - which was more of an aesthetic novelty really. Right now, she had received data from one of the branch locations and was expected to deliver the data-fluid she was carrying to the main location.

However, the two places were almost at opposite ends of the city, and without the subways she'd be late. Unacceptably late. But the alternative wasn't much better.

Several areas in the city had been taken over by unsavory elements, societal outcasts and lawbreakers, claiming hab-blocks as their own and proving to be a menace to anyone venturing into their territory. Not that 9246 had to worry about getting robbed or otherwise taken advantage of. She was an android after all.

The fastest route to the company seat led through an area taken over by lowlifes. Moving around it meant that she was less at risk of running into somebody out for some simple property damage, but it would also cost her time, too much time. If she just went straight through, she'd only be late by half an hour at most. 9246 checked her data-banks. The likelihood of her becoming a part of the wrong end of a statistic was 27.31%. Too high to be considered safe in a normal situation, but this wasn't a normal situation, speed had to take priority. She turned at the next crossing and walked towards the run-down area.

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It was immediately obvious where the "bad" part of town was. The houses were not lit, paint was crumbling off the walls, and garbage was littered all over the ground. 9246 was walking swiftly, partially because she was in a hurry, partially because she wanted to get out of this area as quickly as possible.

She avoided the main streets, where she'd draw too much attention to herself, instead opting to move through back-alleys. Here, things were even messier, graffiti covering the moldy walls and piles of junk liberally strewn around. At least it was mostly devoid of people, and she heard the few that were lurking around here early enough to dodge them in the labyrinth of alleys. The way it was going right now, she would arrive acceptably late.

Suddenly, something big was in her way.

She hadn't noticed the other android huddling behind a trash-container until he had risen up in an instant and stepped into her path. It was a jet-black model, almost twice as tall as her, with pointed ears and a canine snout, resembling an ancient Egyptian jackal-deity. Before she could react and turn tail, a heavy hand fell on her shoulder, gripping too tightly for her to make a dash. "Hey there small stuff, what'cha doing this late at night here?"

The Model-M android - easily recognized by his much more muscular build as compared to Model-Fs, as well as the ovoid data-synthesizers swinging between his legs - spoke with a low, baritone voice. He was stark-naked, although that didn't mean much for androids. 9246 herself wore little more - a thin, green bra with matching panties, both emblazoned with the companies' logo. "I am a Model-lmF-android, and I am delivering data for my owner, and I am behind schedule. Assistance with my current task would be greatly appreciated."

Her voice was monotone and flat. She was not equipped with modules that allowed for more sophisticated behavior or to simulate emotions - unlike the Model-M whose upper port - his mouth - twisted into a grin. "Oh, I'm afraid you won't be finding much assistance in these parts. Especially not-" And he hooked one thumb under her bra, pressing it onto the rounded data-storage underneath "-when you're a Co-droid!" One flick of his digit and the bra snapped, leaving both of her round, firm data-storages bare. His second hand went lower, rubbing over the slit of her data-port, barely hidden behind the soft material of her panties. "Pretty little things like you tend to get into trouble around these parts..."

"I will have you know property damage inflicted against corporate owned androids carries a fine for your owners and a jail sentence of up to..." she started, but was stopped by the jackal-esque android slipping a finger into her upper port mid-sentence.

"You're talking too much. Do you honestly think my owners-" he flexed an arm "-will care?" Painted onto the naked shoulder, there was the symbol of a gang wanted for a variety of violations. She knew just as well that her efforts were unlikely to achieve anything, but protocol still demanded she informed him of the potential consequences of his actions. However, what sane law-enforcer would venture into these parts of town?

He stroked over her chin. "You said you were delivering data. Well, I suggest we see how you handle _my_data."

The connector - a pink, fleshy appendage unfurled from his upper port only to jam itself into her own upper port, in a mock imagery of a kiss. 9246's artificial mind tingled with sensations as the connection was established, and he started lacing the insides of her mouth with his transparent data-fluid. While this was standard procedure prior to transmitting actual data, she had never been_forced_into this connection. Just another thing to be discontent with.

Normally, a link like this would have been a slow and careful procedure, but the model-M didn't care about such things - he simply smashed his connector as far down her upper port as he could, and reached even into her throat. She squealed in protest as the data fluid he brute-forced into her ran protocol after protocol, readying her for the transmission of actual data. She had little control over the whole process, both because she was held in a vice-like grip, and because these reactions were hardwired into her model. Through her panties, her lower port grew moist with lubrication to ease the entry of his injector.

Which was rapidly growing between his legs. Red and tapered, and equipped with a locker-bulb at the base, it was swelling out if its protective pouch.

And it was quite a bit larger than the standard-issue.

After thoroughly coating the insides of her neck with data-fluid, the Model-M finally pulled free. The Model-F gasped, not for lack of air, but for the suddenness of the disconnect. She felt dizzy from the sheer amount of data she had to process. Upper ports rarely were designed for such large amounts, but it seemed the canine android had a few modifications done on him.

"Let's get that out if the way, why don't we?" he leered as snapped the straps holding her panties together and tossed the piece of fabric aside.

"Now, let's see how you handle a custom injector then!" Gripping her under her armpits, he effortlessly lifted her up, and despite her struggles, slammed her down on his injector with the precision only a machine had.

"_Illegal intrusion detected!"_9246 screamed in alarm as her lower port was penetrated. It was little more than an automated reaction, and wholly futile in her current situation, but nevertheless, she recorded the transgression against her company's property dutifully. She panted heavily, not for the lack of air, but for the strain of quickly fabricating a detailed report. She wanted to be able to precisely pinpoint the party guilty for causing her delay, and the extent of his assault. The small amounts of data-fluid the Model-M was already squirting into her wasn't making this easy though.

She had to devote herself primarily to processing any data entering her lower port. It was how she was designed, was her entire purpose, processing data was always her first priority, regardless of the circumstances. And there was something off about the batch of fluid the Model-M was pumping into her. A lot of it was random garbage, meant to keep her simply occupied with processing it, but it still seemed unreasonably hard to do so with these relatively small amounts. She felt numbed by it, so numbed that she could barely struggle against his grip. Not that it would have been much use anyway.

To worsen all of this, his injector was a few sizes too large for her. While all Model-Fs were built with quite malleable ports, there were limits. His injector seemed more appropriate for interaction with the much larger, quadruped Model-T's. She'd have to add port readjustment to the list of maintenance needing to be done on her once this ordeal was over.

Every time the canine thrust into her, she let out small gasps as she registered the way he forced her lower port to mold around his form. She did not have enough strength left to talk, simply staring back at him accusingly with an impassive look.

He did not respond in kind. Grinning wide with simulated joy at catching a corporate android, he thrust his hips into her over and over, with no regard for procedures, protocols or safety. His locker-bulb, meant to keep any fluid inside a Model-F during a transmission, was battering against the lips of her lower port. "Gotta take that too, small stuff. Have to lock my data-juice in all nice and proper for you co-droids."

With quick, brutal jabs of his groin and the strength of both of his arms, forced his bulb against 9246's entrance, and after a moment of resistance, popped her fully onto his injector. "And now, you're gonna get a special batch of data. Let's see how you handle it."

She could immediately feel the blast of data-rich fluid hitting the core of the processing unit inside her belly. She whined, yet another alarm response, as she realized just what he was filling her up with. Garbage packages, looping data streams that went nowhere and junk-code that took way more time to fully process than it had any right to. But there was something else underneath all of that. Something much more sinister. "W-wait, what is tha-aaAA!" she started, but was quickly interrupted. For a split-second, she couldn't conjure why, but then she realized. "G-grade-C ma-malicious data, also-so known as viral d-d-data is prohibited by law ninety-gurk!"

The virus-laden juice that was forced into her was making her speech slurry as it attacked her neural units, and she was completely silenced when she had a connector shoved back into her upper port. Now she tried to escape, to struggle, beating and kicking against her assailant's chest, but against that robust piece of synthetic material, she might as well have been a fly knocking against a window. She squealed and clawed, anything so that someone might help her, anything to save her body from this devious attack, but it was all for naught. What was even worse, the canine's connector was pumping protocols into her that broke down firewalls and fail-safes even faster, letting that malignant code do its work even more efficiently.

Her sight grew dim, and her movement slowed as her cerebral and motoric functions were forcefully shut down one by one. More and more error messages flashed inside her mind, until one large one pushed out all others:

CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE! SHUTDOWN IMMINENT!

CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE! SHUTDOWN IMMINENT!

Her movement slowed to a few erratic twitches, until her body fell completely still, hanging limp in the canine's grasp. He stayed locked to her for another minute before pulling his connector free with a wet POP. A trail of lubricative fluid arced through the air as the Model-F's head rolled back, eyes wide open but not seeing anything. "Looks like you couldn't handle it, just like all the others" he chuckled, a feeling of satisfaction pouring through his neural units. He disengaged his locker-bulb, and without much ado, grabbed her by one leg and yanked her off his injector.

A splat of milky-white, virus-laden data-fluid fell onto the ground from her messy lower port, splattering over his toes but he paid it no mind as he lifted the disabled android upside-down like a trophy. "I'd ask you if you had learned your lesson, but I don't it will be of any use to you anymore. Because now, you're just a piece of scrap." She didn't answer of course, dangling motionlessly in his grip as more data fluid slowly ran from the lips of her lower port over her belly. Her legs were split like those of a dancer, but her posture lacked any grace as she slowly swung back and forth.

"Well, at least I know exactly what to do with scrap." Pulling up the lid of the trash-container, her gave her shapely figure one last look over before rudely dumping her into it. The Model-F hit the ground with a dull thud, crumpled in a mess of limbs before he closed the lid again and left the body of 9246 alone in the dark.

Pleased with himself, the canine android looked around for a moment before spotting her panties on the ground and picking them up. "I'll be keeping these if you don't mind" he cheerfully called over his shoulder, before walking down the alley and disappearing around the corner.