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A Slight Dysfunction For Technophile34 By Draconicon

The heat of the day hadn't faded, despite the day being over and the moon rising. Lydia's cooling fan was working overtime, though she barely noticed it as she walked down the moonlit streets of Haven's market. The streetlights were clicking on, casting their own harsh, hot light across the small settlement in the shadow of the great factory not too far away.

Living beings would have been sweating, but not the dolls of Haven, and particularly not Lydia. Though the heat was definitely present, the soft whir of the cooling fans inside her chassis kept the worst of it at bay. Her own fan wasn't that loud, but surrounded by other dolls like herself, the sound was almost deafening until you learned to tune it out.

She smiled to herself, her hips swaying and certain parts of her bouncing as she walked down the street. Every step reminded her of the curves and the bouncy bits to her body, the Eevee doll shivering ever so slightly - and her joints clicking in their ball-bearing ways - at the reminder of just how she must look.

I'm curvy, I'm sexy, everyone has to see that when I'm walking by...

Lydia had never been particularly shy about the needs that she felt on a daily basis. No one in Haven was completely shy or prudish about it, considering the various sub-routines that all of them were created with. They were all capable of being a 'companion' to someone that attended to more needs than just the business ones. They knew what it was to need 'attention', and most of them were more than willing to give it given half an invitation.

She, however, took it further.

The Eevee doll was slighter than most of the other dolls around her, thinner but taller than the other ones. A quarter inch, no more than that, but for dolls that were between six to eight inches tall as a general ruler, that meant a lot. She loomed over the other 'females,' knowing that alone would draw their eyes to her in the crowd.

But they're not looking at how tall I am...not in the slightest...

Her internal fans and servos whirred that little bit louder as she felt the heat pick up, her arousal rising as she felt her breasts bounce and her ass cheeks jiggle with her steps as she began the descent towards the main part of the market. She wore a shorter skirt, one that was almost pushed up by her fluffy tail, and she wondered if anyone was looking up at her from beneath.

The thought was nearly enough to make her pussy squelch, almost enough to make her drip.

Lydia bit her lip as she kept walking down the sloped pathway, making her way towards the different shops and stalls that were part of the market. None of them were more than pieces of boards that had been scavenged for the purpose, and none of the goods were anything more than raw scrap that had been repurposed, but she knew that she could find something useful there.

Something useful and an audience.

Mmm, god...this mod...

Lydia could feel the eyes of everyone on her, feel the eyes of the other dolls that stared at her breasts, at her ass, at the way she swayed through the crowd as she moved. They had to be staring at her; it felt like little hot spots on her body whenever she felt eyes on her.

It was a modification that she'd paid dearly for, one that gave her heightened awareness to attention, to her own body, and it was paying off in spades. She could feel everything, sense everyone that looked at her.

The slightest of breezes cut through the market, just enough to allow her cooling fans inside to slow down by the tiniest amounts. It blew her skirt up, not enough to expose her panties, but enough to risk it. Lydia gasped, pausing to push them back down, her cheeks burning and her pussy getting wetter at the near exposure.

Several merchants in the market turned to her, eyebrows raised in subtle, exact motions as she held her skirt down, and the Eevee doll blushed ever so slightly at their attention. She shook her head, forcing herself to calm down as she walked up to the first stall.

"Hello. Sorry about that, I was just...caught off guard."

"I can tell," the female Lucario doll said. "So, looking for parts, or..."

"Um, yes, let me...take a look..."

She leaned forward, knowing that the shift in position would make her skirt rise, knowing that her ass would almost be completely in view for anyone that came up behind her. The knowledge would have made her blush if she was still capable of that. They could burn, but they couldn't quite blush.

"Um, so...what do you have?" she asked, idly dragging her fingers through the mess of parts on top of the wooden plank. "Anything that'd be good for, um, repairs, or..."

She was barely focused on what she was saying, more interested in the feeling of eyes on her ass as she leaned over the table. It would take almost nothing to pin her down and hold her there, even less to pull her panties down and put her to 'work' in a very different sort of way.

The Lucario merchant said something or other, but Lydia was more focused on lifting her tail up, exposing the bottom of her panties as her skirt went up and over her hips. The night air blowing between her legs had her on fire, her pussy dripping into her panties, making them dark and slick and sticky between her legs.

"Ah-hem."

The Lucario doll finally pulled her mind back to the moment, and she looked up again.

"Huh?"

"If you don't have money to spend, maybe you should look somewhere else."

"Oh, sorry. I do...I do have money."

Not much, but a little. Her pussy squelched as she stood up again, the slightest tinge of embarrassment hitting her when she realized how loud it had been, but it was nothing compared to the arousal that she felt from knowing how slutty she was acting. That was the hottest thing there, the best thing.

Desperately looking over the different things on the table, she eventually picked out a washer disk that was off to the side. Passing a small energy pack over, she took it, shaking her head as she continued walking down the pathway.

Oh god, what the hell do I do with this now? she thought, looking down at it. I mean...it's not going to be good for anything at home, but...

The more she looked at it, the more a different purpose came to mind. It was a big large for that purpose, admittedly, but it was something that might feel interesting...and it would mean that every step brought even more pleasure to her than just...tempting her to show off...

She was right in the middle of the market, too, so it was entirely possible that someone might see her do it...

Oh god, that's hot...

Exhibitionism. Not all dolls had the curse of that particular bit of programming, but the Eevee doll had it bad. She'd had it ever since she was activated. The urge to show off, the need to let other people see her doing shameful, lustful things. It was part of her character, part of who she was and what she needed to be. If there had ever been an owner for her, they'd need to put her on display and show her off all the time for her to be completely happy.

And it was that exhibitionism that made shoving the washer disk into her panties that much easier, even though there was every chance for some other shopper to see what she was doing and realize what she needed.

The rush that came from pulling her skirt forward, of pulling her panties down enough to slid the disk inside of them, was almost enough to put her over the edge right there and then. Her eyes closed tightly, her processors whirring faster the way that a living person's breath might speed up in excitement.

Then she let her panties clap back into place, and she gasped at the sudden coolness against her hot sex. It was a shock to the system, and she whimpered, biting her lip at the sheer difference in stimulation.

So cold against my heat...

Or at least, that was how it felt. It was probably different, but her mods, the way that they amped up the sensors on flesh level to make them that much stronger, made it hard to determine any subtleties down there right now. All she felt was the raw need to get off, the pleasure that came from something rubbing her down there.

Oh god, if someone sees this...

All the dolls of Haven were aware of the different needs that they had, but most of the time, they were able to do it in private, or in very limited exposure. She was one of the few that pushed it further than that, that wanted to be seen, that loved the risk of being spotted and condemned as a total pervert.

She needed it now, and that was why she kept walking, feeling the washer rubbing against her nether lips, flattening them out, grinding on them with every step she took.

So wet, too, the Eevee doll thought, biting her lip as she felt the dripping juices running over the washer, running further back along her panties than before and staining them around her butt cheeks. They were clinging to her ever tighter, and she was very close to panting herself unconscious.

Other dolls - some of them different models of Pokémon, some of them more human - wandered about her. Some of them gave her odd looks, and she knew that she was walking funny enough to earn them.

Wonder if they know what I'm doing, Lydia thought to herself. Can they know how hot and horny I am? Do they know how much I...how much I love this?

The smell of a horny doll was less than that of a horny living being. Their juices were thick and heavy, but they were not nearly as fragrant as a normal person's would be. That was her only saving grace, even as she felt some of her juices running past her panties down her thighs.

She swayed even more with the washer between her legs. It kept her hips moving, kept her thighs pressing together to keep it from sliding out. She had to look like some sort of streetwalker rather than a normal doll, but that only turned her on more.

She stepped from one streetlight to another, half-expecting someone to reach out and grab her, to have someone ask her how much she cost for a night of fun. If someone did...

Well, Lydia wasn't sure that she'd be able to resist going along for it.

Oh god, showing off for someone in public. Letting some girl put her fingers inside of me, letting everyone see how wet I've gotten. Oh god, oh god, I'd be the biggest pervert around. Everyone wanting to see what I look like, everyone wanting me to put on a show...

It was almost too much for the tall Eevee, sending shivers up and down her spine, every loose point on her chassis crackling and snapping together at the feeling. She wanted it. She wanted to be outed...

But she wouldn't out herself. Not yet, anyway. She wasn't horny enough for that.

Instead, Lydia made her way towards one of the restaurants near the middle of the market, one of those energy bars that stayed open all night long. It was a substitute for plugging into the mains in the houses, a way of filling the battery, even though it didn't particularly work for the long term. But it meant that you weren't fucked for the next day.

The dripping doll stepped past the little wooden fence adapted from pins and planks, finding a chair not too far from a bundle of other females. Two humanoid ones, one Pikachu woman, all of them big breasted and large hipped, as the dolls tended to be. They looked at her, looked away, then looked back.

Did they see me dripping? she wondered. Do they know?

If they did, they hadn't said anything yet, but Lydia could feel their eyes on her, could feel the way that they were staring. They were measuring her, examining her, and a big part of her wanted to lean back and spread her legs, pull up her skirt and let them see her soaking panties, let them know what kind of pervert she was.

But she didn't. Not yet. Not yet.

Eventually, the Pikachu broke off from the other two, moving over to sit beside her.

"You're out late. Lydia, right?"

"Y-yes, that's me," the Eevee said, trying to get comfortable, trying not to grind on the washer in her panties too obviously. "Do you know me?"

"Well, of you. I thought you were still in lock-up."

"Well, um, I did get turned loose. Not long ago."

She'd been put there for going too far with her 'shows' before, though she'd thought that people would have forgotten that by now. She cleared her throat.

"Um, nothing wrong with being put there for a good show though, right?"

"Well, I did hear you were split in two, eating yourself out."

"Oh, that...that was just a one-time thing."

Well, more than a one-time thing. It took a lot of repairs to put herself back together after pulling a stunt like that, admittedly, but it was so fun.

Plus, more people looked when she was doing something outrageous like that.

Sitting on the washer wasn't helping, either. The disk-like shape meant that there was always a different feeling whenever she shifted even a little bit, the clenching, grinding, rubbing feeling from below making it impossible for her to focus completely on the conversation. She kept working herself up further and further, getting wetter and wetter.

"Ah, ahem. Anyway. Why did you, um..."

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to lose it."

"No, no, nothing like that at all," Lydia protested. "I'm not about to lose it. I'm completely in control."

The Pikachu woman obviously didn't entirely believe her, but calling security on someone without proof was always a bit risky. You had the ever-so-strong possibility of being tossed in lock-up yourself if you wasted their time, and that often ended up with a great deal of naughty things done to you to teach you a lesson.

Not that Lydia minded that, but it was always done in private, and she wanted other people to see her in the throes of...that pleasure...

She blushed, realizing that it was probably better to move on. She started to stand up, only to force herself right back down.

God, I'm wet...

And wetter than she could get away with, actually. It was dripping along the flat metal of the washer, sliding to the gaps in her panties. If she stood up, she'd leave a slight string of naughty goo between her ass and the stool she sat on. She'd have to wait for the Pikachu to leave first.

And that was its own problem, because the other woman seemed more intent on keeping her here, out of trouble, than she was in letting her go.

"Um, would you, uh, would you mind getting me an energy drink?" Lydia asked.

"Why?"

"Well, they didn't exactly give me much in lock-up, and..."

"And you need something so you don't collapse?"

"Something like that."

"...You'll pay me back tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, of course. You know my name," she said, her voice speeding up in desperation. She needed to go, now, before she was caught and held here. She needed to keep moving. "Just, uh, go ahead and order."

"..."

The Pikachu gave her one more curious look before getting to her feet. As soon as the other woman's back was turned, Lydia was off like a shot, going so far as to vault over the little fence that marked the food and drink stall off from the rest of the market.

As the other doll's shouts to get back there faded into the night, the Eevee gradually slowed down. She slipped between the gaps in the larger stalls and stores, finding an alley where she could sit down and take a few deep breaths, where she could calm herself down and feel like she was in less trouble, less danger.

That had been closer than she would have liked, closer than she would have liked by a long shot. She could hardly believe that she'd let herself get stuck there...

Oh god, what if she'd wanted to teach me a lesson personally?

The thought hit her hard, and she groaned, reaching down to her panties before she could stop herself. Her hand rubbed against the washer, jostling it against her sex through her panties, barely keeping herself from rubbing it directly. The Eevee whimpered, one hand grabbing one of her silicone boobs, grinding into the artificial but sensitive material, groping it the way that she'd love a partner to do.

What if she wanted to teach me a lesson about being naughty in public? What if she stripped me down and showed me off for everyone in the bar? What if she...what if she took me apart, to try and find out what made me like this?

She was working herself into a frenzy, and she knew that it would be better for her if she just backed down a little, if she let herself calm down and be more focused on the now rather than the what-if, but it was so good.

And besides, they were designed to be sexual companions for people. They were made to have wet holes, wet slits, slippery bodies, well-proportioned, good things to look at. They were supposed to be sexy. They were supposed to show off.

Was it that bad? Was it that bad, really, to put her body on display, to try and incite more pleasure from the other dolls? She didn't think so...

The Eevee groaned as she felt the washer sliding in and out of her panties, so soaked that it didn't even have any cling to her anymore. Grunting, Lydia reached under her skirt and pulled it free, rolling it between her fingers, feeling it sliding along with her own juices. It was utterly soaked.

She would have tossed it if she hadn't paid for it. For the moment, she just set it off to the side, leaning back against the wall and grinding her hand against her pussy. It felt so sloppy and wet, her programming as a doll coming forward.

Show off, be sexy, be good. Make others happy. Make others feel good. Make it better for other people.

That was something that all dolls in Haven came with, so many of them eager to submit, so many of them eager to allow others to take charge. It was why the infection of madness in some of the dolls was so dangerous. It pushed them to take charge in a way that other dolls couldn't resist.

And it was something that turned her on to no end.

God, having someone in charge...making me do things...ordering me around the way that I was meant to be ordered around...

She was almost pushing her panties inside of her pussy, her servos whirring louder, her internal fans doing the same. She was overheating in the warm night, and this sort of activity was only making it worse.

She barely cared. She needed this. She needed this worse than she had needed anything in her life.

Lydia groaned, leaning her head back, sliding further down the wall as her juices soaked her fingers, her panties utterly drenched from the constant showing off, from all the risky play that she'd been doing. All it would have taken was one person forcing her down, one person lifting her skirt, one person catching a chance glance beneath her clothes to see how wet she was...

And nobody had.

It was almost disappointing. She felt like a small failure to her programming, thinking that she hadn't been sexy enough to be fucked, hadn't been tempting enough to be raped.

But that was something that she could fix. That was something that she could improve...next time.

For now, she wanted to - no, needed to - get off.

Lydia slumped down to the ground, sitting with her legs spread so far that her skirt was over her hips. Her heels dug into the ground, and she thrust her hand up between her thighs again and again, slapping it against her pussy, grinding down against her sex to try and get herself off. Every time that she slammed her fingers into her pussy, every time that she pushed her panties deeper inside because she couldn't bear to pause to take them off, she heard the wet squelch that came with the penetration.

I'm a slut. I'm designed to be a slut, she thought. I was made big-boobed, big-assed. Need to be good slut. Need to show off. Need to prove I'm good...

Her fingers were buried in her sex, deep and firmly embedded, and she curled them to rub against her inner walls. Her panties added a new texture, but she could feel her juices pushing out through the fabric, running against her fingers, dripping down along her ass cheeks and pooling beneath her. She felt like she was so close to losing her mind.

To losing it.

It was one of the risks of a girl going too far. They could lose their mind to the pleasure, become an addict. Lydia had been treading that line carefully, and she knew that she was always in danger of going over the edge. Maybe it was a design defect. Maybe planned obsolescence, but it was a way to be sure that one was always swimming in new dolls, new companions when they lost all ability to do anything besides sex.

She humped against her hand, hearing the wet smack, the soft splatter that came with it. It was loud, louder than she thought it would be, and she kept expecting to hear someone coming to check on her, to see a shadow darken the alley further as someone came to see what the noise was.

Every time that she looked, there was nobody. She was disappointed, but not surprised.

Mmmph...where's a rapist when you want one...

The doll rolled over, getting on her hands and knees, panting as she worked herself into a frenzy. Her fingers were diving deep inside of her pussy, her silicone ass cheeks slowly ballooning out after being sat on for so long. The click-click of her fingers against her sex, of hard plastic against softer stuff, was loud enough to be heard over the squelching, and she shivered at how obvious she was making herself.

She was a toy, and she was showing off like a dirty, slutty little toy, one that needed to be used, one that needed to be put into her place, one that needed to be treated like what she was designed to be, rather than a 'person' in a doll frame.

We're all like this...deep down...

Living in a settlement of sluts that pretended that they were something better. It hurt, it ached, it made her wish that she could show them what they were really supposed to be. She kept getting caught, kept getting turned in.

Eventually, it would break her, but not yet.

She pulled her fingers free, her panties next to ruined against her sex, and she groaned as she knew that she needed something more than just fingering to get her over the edge. She needed something more extreme, something, something more interesting.

And she knew just what that might be.

Knowing that she had to be careful despite her desperation, the Eevee laid herself down on her back, pulling her shirt off and her skirt down. There were a few tiny clasps on most dolls right around the waist, just in case maintenance was needed, and this was one of those times. Of course, she doubted that the mechanics would see this as proper maintenance, but it was easing a pressing need, so the word worked.

She reached down to the clasps, pulling at the different pieces until they came loose. There was a sudden shift, a loss of tension around her middle, and she could feel her upper half coming free. Not completely, as dolls were made of sterner stuff than that, but she could feel some of the hard-packed pressure around her internal wires easing.

Lydia groaned, pushing down against the ground, and she slowly slid back from her lower half. A louder groan mixed with a moan escaped her as she became two halves of a doll, barely connected by a span of wires that ran between the two halves.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm ripping myself apart...and I look...good...

She shivered, pulling herself around far enough so that she had sufficient wire slack to turn her legs around. She was able to flip up her skirt, able to look down between her legs, and the Eevee licked her lips at the sight.

Down there, she was something of a treasure. She had a hot little sex, something that was soaking through her panties to the point of leaving a dark stain on the fabric and little, semi-clear bits of goo that was thickening on the outside. She reached under, rubbing herself, shivering at the way that she could see her pussy clenching, see the way that her ass cheeks clenched together, clapping against her panties.

I'm sexy. I'm so sexy.

Lydia was half-drooling at what she was doing. It was the best of both worlds, the chance to see someone like this while getting the feeling of doing it to oneself. She savored the feeling, shaking her head in disbelief that so few other dolls would do something like this.

Feeling her own fingers on her thighs in a way that shouldn't have been possible, she worked her hands further up, spreading them further, rubbing her thighs from below. Every time, it felt more like some stranger was doing it than herself, and it felt like she was doing it to someone else rather than herself.

Oh god, this is a trip...this is...messed up...messed up in the best of ways.

Despite how messed up it was, it was the sexiest that she had felt in a long time, and there was no way that she was going to stop now. She needed to push her limits further, see what else she could do.

She pushed her skirt further up, pulling on her panties, pulling them to the side. She smiled at the sight of her puffy pussy, grinning at the way that it was dripping like some slut, like some whore. Everything down there looked like it belonged on one of the streetwalkers that sometimes graced the markets.

Fuck yes...I need someone else to see me like this...

Holding her cords in one hand - partially to keep the wires dry, partially for the raw intimacy of stroking her inner workings - she used her other to keep teasing her pussy, flicking her clit, pushing her folds apart, always working them further, harder, deeper.

It didn't take long for her to be panting hard, her eyes rolling back in her skull. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard.

Please, please, she thought, looking back and forth. Someone be hiding, someone be watching this. I want everyone to know how bad I am...how much I need this...how much we all need this.

Panting, the Eevee resisted the temptation to eat herself out, instead forcefully fingering herself through her panties. Her body was sparking from the back-up of juices on the other side of her chassis, her legs getting a bit wet on the inside. Not enough for a full malfunction, but the machine mind knew that it would need time before putting the wires back inside if she wanted to keep them dry.

And yet, she couldn't stop. She needed to make herself cum, no matter how vulnerable it left her, no matter what it did to draw the predators of Haven out to find her. Hell, she half-hoped that they would.

The doll shoved her fingers deep, feeling her insides suddenly clamp down with all the power of her mechanical parts. They squeezed, pulling her finger in deeper, holding her inside, making her wiggle her digit against the most sensitive sensors on her body.

And she screamed.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

She screamed and moaned as she came, and came, squirting against the panties shoved inside of her. She could see every shot against the inside of her clothes, see the way that they were ruined from the inside out, soaked past salvaging. Any twitch of her finger kept the orgasm going, the pleasure mind-blowing.

And it went on...and on...and on...

When she finally calmed down, when she could finally pull her finger free, Lydia realized that things were a bit more extreme than she'd thought. Her lower half was smoking slightly, a somewhat more violent reaction to her dripping than she'd expected. She blushed to herself, but knew better than to put everything back together just yet.

Instead, she leaned back, savoring the feeling of being so...decadent. Hedonistic.

So good at fulfilling her purpose.

As the afterglow of her orgasm slowly faded, she was more aware than ever of her mechanized, non-human nature. Her silicone breasts and butt were slowly shaking to the feeling of the ground beneath her, flattening out from the pressure of her own body pushing down on them, and she groaned as she forced herself to roll over.

The sight of her lower half, barely connected to the upper half by the length of wires and cords, was dripping through the inside and the outside. She grabbed her legs with a grunt, tilting them so that she could watch the fluid pour out, saving herself from further damage.

As an afterthought, she reached down to her panties and pulled them off. There wasn't much point in wearing them now, considering that they were wet to the point of near-destruction. She could go home pantiles, too.

Hell, she might find someone that saw her like that...

Grinning at the thought, she pulled her shirt over, using it to wipe out the insides of her lower half, getting it as dry as she could before she started coiling the wires into the right spots again. She got them tied tight, wrapped around the right areas, and then slid herself over her legs.

It took three attempts to slot herself into the right spots, and another four to get all the clasps properly tightened, but eventually she was completely reconnected. She dragged herself to a nearby crate, pulled herself up -

And promptly fell flat on her face, flattening her breasts against the ground. She groaned, rolling onto her back.

"Okay...everything's not quite connected yet..."

At least there were no major malfunctions going on inside of her. She would have felt that, despite how numb everything else was.

And on the plus side, as the different connections came online, she could feel the sensors transmitting ghosts of her orgasm back at her. It was like going through the whole thing all over again, albeit more weakly than she would normally have felt it.

Lydia lay on her back, sighing happily as she let the feelings ripple through her, letting her body slowly come back to life. It would be a while, but at least she would be able to enjoy the whole experience. She closed her eyes, riding on the pleasurable ripples that were hitting her from all sides, grinning all the while.

This is my purpose. Look good...feel good...do good...

The Eevee felt...right.

The End