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With another blast of the plasma tool, I finally get the compressed stud out and set it aside as I take off the crumpled armor plate. Stygi was struck with a cargo container flung by a cyborg, and the man promptly found out the hard way that just pissed him off. The gel padding seems to have protected the equipment below, but a component was slightly scuffed in the process. Sitting and watching my every move, he instructs me on proper procedure throughout the process.

"The component is damaged, but minorly. Apply a small dab of nanogel, please," Stygi says patiently.

With gloved hands, I pick up a small hose and spray a fine, black liquid over the component. The fluid moves of its own accord, absorbing into the metal much like water sinks into dry dirt. The damage to the synthetic muscle knits and becomes smooth, good as new.

"That's amazing. Why don't you have this on you at all times?" I ask.

"Application through an internal or external system present difficult challenges to overcome when designing such a piece of equipment. First: space. By trading off space, a sacrifice of armor, weaponry, or other equipment must be made. Secondly: supply. Sustainment of damage throughout a combat scenario will consume the nanogel and leave excess weight with no additional purpose throughout the rest of the mission. And this is all assuming there will be proper storage for the nanogel that keeps it in a useful state."

I look behind us at the massive device the nanogel is kept inside.

"So... I've heard cyborg self-repair systems exist and they're common. But they're certainly not that big. I assume they're smaller, slower?" I query

"Both are correct assumptions. There is also a new disadvantage to these self-contained repair systems as well; several top combat operators within Olive Branch are equipped with subsystems that leech necessary materials from opponents. The result in a heavy combat scenario is they need no storage capacity and instead engineers focus on system efficiency that far outrivals the average paramilitary cyborg combatant, giving our agents an incredible advantage.

"I assume you have a chassis like that?"

"I do. It is rarely used as I best fit a supportive, scouting role for such operations, but there are occasions where, due to a simple lack of manpower, I am deployed as a heavy assault unit."

"With great effect?"

"With _exceptional_effect," He corrects, pression the brow of his visor against mine. "I always give no quarter, demolish the target, and leave nothing left to salvage. That is, unless the foe capitulates. Then I am more inclined to mercy."

"Oh..." I murmur, heat going to my face as I see his shaft slipping free along the underside of his hindquarters. "Yeah?"

"Yes," He states affirmatively. "Now, tell me, target. Shall I give no quarter, or will you capitulate?"

"H-here? Now?"

"I did not specify elsewhere. Your hesitation leads me to believe I would be suited to make this decision."

"But Stygi, aren't there cameras? And other staff?"

"It is after hours and all staff with business in this area have left the building; cameras are also nonexistent in the engineering wing for information security purposes. In other words, we are alone. And no one can hear you scream my name."

I don't have another valid response to that as he pushes me to the floor, his tail reaching down to wrap around my waist and begin pulling them down. Metal slides on metal in a distinctive, well engineered grind. With a sizzle, an acrid smell of hot alloy fills the air as Stygi forcefully slides me out of harms way, a tall, lanky armored soldier appearing as their camouflage switches off. No flesh is visible beneath the metal and resin.

"Enemy detected. Destruction protocol engaged," Stygi bristles.

Stygi was ran through, from the section I removed the armor plate and through to the other shoulder, locking the shoulders servos. That does not stop him from bracing with his hindlegs and backflipping, twisting and forcing the attacker to let go of their weapon to grab the lashing tail of the AI. Electricity travels up Stygi's synthetic muscles from the fingers of the foe, but it does nothing against his insulated electronics, and instead they find themselves flipped up and over. Hurling the cyborg to the opposite side of the room, Stygi plants himself between them and myself, so I make a dash for the alarm nearby.

Despite slamming into the wall hard enough to leave an indent in the concrete, the cyborg recovers uncannily fast and launches themselves off, headed directly for me. Molten spikes tear through them, whipped by Stygi's tail, and impale their arm to the wall next to me. A fourth lands nearby, just barely sticking in, and I grab it. They make to desperately snatch my wrist with their other free hand, earning a spike straight through their palm and into the wrist, frying the circuits within and rendering it inoperable as I slam my elbow into the alarm button.

Instead of the blare of a siren, panels fall from the ceiling as a turret on each side of the room drops down and immediately fires into the cyborg. I throw myself backwards as one thin steel rod after the other punches through the intruder, further securing them as each one lodges firmly into the wall. After several seconds, the turrets stop. Several tens of rods are planted throughout their body, but they're still alive, struggling without any success against them as Stygi limps up and silences them with a shocking whip of his tail.

"I did not mention this," Stygi sighs as his dick slides back and up into his chassis. "But we have turrets in place of cameras."

The engineering wing is filled with enough noise to trick me into thinking it's noon as guards come running in. The first to arrive by far are the outside patrol guards, ushering Stygi and I out of the room and into the hallway before keeping their weapons trained on the pinned, unconscious assailant. The intruder's armor is entirely black without any markings, so it's not obvious who sent them. The guards themselves are mostly cyborgs as well, though with modifications of a much lesser extent.

Wearing insulated gloves, I don't have to worry about being shocked by the electric current of the longsword as I yank it free of Stygi. Backup eventually arrives and questions us on the situation.

"Fiskin was assisting me with after-battle repairs as a way of getting hands on experience to supplement his training as my supervising operator. The enemy cyborg struck after he removed the armor plate along my shoulder," Stygi explains. "That is all we know."

"Is that their weapon?" The security officer asks, pointing to the blade I awkwardly hold.

I nod.

"I'll need to take that for evidence."

I hand it over and we're dismissed. I somehow expected more, but that's it. It's almost anticlimactic.

"Hmm. My repairs will be extensive," He sighs.

He's several hundred kilograms of metal, so I can't very well help him, forced to watch the AI limp along.

"Let's go to my private workshop. I will need your assistance," He continues.

"Why didn't we go there instead?"

"The last workshop was closer, and the privacy level the same. It was the more convenient option."

"Hardly more private with patrolling guards."

"They guard entrances outside. Not patrol. I suspect this is how the infiltrator remained undetected: by getting past the security systems with their cloaking device."

"Do you know why they chose us to attack?"

"Perceived vulnerability, most definitely. As for the why, perhaps they were sent to destroy me. Or sent to gather information and saw an opportunity to strike. Interrogation will tell, in time."

"I suppose. So. That's it? No other input from us needed?"

"No. But the facility will be going into lockdown. I admit, I also wanted you to be with me in my private quarters once it takes effect."

"What's that entail?"

"The lockdown will consist of a thorough search and scan of the facility. All staff with onsite lodging will remain within their rooms, preferably with at least another person for safety. All other non-critical staff are ejected from the site during this period. Usually, this takes several hours."

"Ah. Yeah, I'd rather spend that with someone else."

"Indeed."

His private workshop was about what I expected. As he explains it, this is his version of dedicated accommodations that house his multiple chassis as well as provide him a place to charge his batteries in peace while pursuing personal interests. To that end, he has several arm attachments for his tail, as well as an odd looking keyboard and mouse with an equally bizarre computer setup made for a quadrupedal robot.

"Do I just patch you up with nanobots then?" I ask, noticing he has a similar storage tank of them.

"In a combat scenario, that would be necessary. However, minor inefficiencies are introduced via nanorepairs on my chassis as they do not have dedicated nano-control units built it, save for the heavy assault version. As such, replacement is ideal when coming face to face with highly modified combatants such as the one we just encountered where hundredths of nanoseconds make a difference."

"Fair enough. By the way, how do you switch chassis?"

"It is possible to simply remove my core and place it into another primed unit, but this leaves me vulnerable. I do not like this. Instead, the armor and subsystems are removed down to a bare minimum, artificial musculoskeletal system that can then be quickly replaced," He explains, gesturing with his head towards an open circularly device with several dozen robotic arms. "That apparatus does so. It also handles most of my repairs, and technicians are available when more custom jobs are necessary."

"And you're having me do this?"

"Correct. I want you to have an understanding, if not entirely fundamental, of my architecture in the event my systems become dysfunctional in the field and require repairs. It is not likely that you will be there in such an event. But. In this business, as has just transpired, the unlikely becomes quite common."

"I... don't know much about engineering, Stygi. And this is all incredibly complex."

"I do not expect you to know or understand much of any of my inner workings. I just ask that you be willing to learn, over time with no urgency set as to how long it takes. Even if you never use it again, such knowledge will make you a valuable asset nonetheless and bring you up to speed on the current state of technology of the world."

"Alright. In that case, let's get to fixing then!"

"Excellent. I had a specific idea of how to go about it, if you don't mind. My ability to be merciless is hampered at the current moment," He says, lowering himself to the middle of the floor and rolling onto his back. "But it does not mean this should be entirely boring either."

His prehensile shaft slides out once more, erect and ready to be used.

"So," He purrs. "I show you how I tick. And you show me how you tick."

"Is it safe to use half the equipment in here like this?" I ask, still letting his tail begin tugging down my pants as I step in range of it.

"It violates safety procedure. But I'll inform you when and how to not hurt yourself."

"Good enough."

My underwear shortly follows the way of my trousers, leaving me naked from the crotch down.

"First, we'll need the plasma multitool. Like the one you were using earlier," He instructs. "Check the bench over there."

Finding it, I return to him and set it down nearby for the moment as his tail eagerly grasps my waist once more. Straddling his hips, I sink down on his lubed dick. After having had dozens of more opportunities with him, I can tell he wants to take this nice and easy when his tip doesn't immediately set to hammering my pleasure point. I grimace as little in pleasure as I feel myself spread open, sinking down to his base.

He watches with interest, letting out the slightest internal purr of whirring electronics.

"Now," He maintains. "I need you to remove the entirety of the armor plates around my shoulders. They have the same method of attachment as the last one."

Removing even one was a pain, but it's hard to argue with how sturdy it makes them. Sitting with a throbbing dick inside me is a little disconcerting at first, but I grow to kinda like it. By now, I'm broken into the feeling of him inside me, and can comfortably remain so, as it turns out. Every so often, I have to make a shift or turn that draws a pleased noise out of him, and he's pleasantly warm to the touch. Eventually, the plates come free, and the next step is to strip the damaged subcomponents. This part is simple in theory, but there are dozens of attachment points to remove and an entire inner gel padding along with it.

Each micro-rivet I remove earns a thrust upwards into me, a nice reward to keep me going through the otherwise tedious task. Once the armor and the sublayer beneath it is removed, I take away the gel layer. Stygi has been me lean down after that. He surprises me with a deep, affectionate kiss before bidding me to continue, a spurt of pre from his shaft warmly coating the inside of my tailhole.

I need another tool after that and stand to collect it, my legs ever so slightly unsteady as I stand up and feel empty without his length sheathed in me.

"While you're at it, please collect a condom from the drawer below as well," He requests.

"Ah. How did you manage to get these without questions asked?" I query, finding a rather large stash of them where he directed.

"I appropriated them on a mission. They are perfectly safe to use."

"Heh. And I assume it's not for you."

"No. As adorable as I find the ability to milk fluids from you, they will interfere with my core components if dripped on or inside."

"Ah, I see."

Tearing off the top of the package with my teeth, I unroll the condom along my pre trickling penis with one hand as I walk back to the center, noticing the plastic decide rests tightly around my base. Huh. Must be good for multiple loads. Happily, I slide myself back down to Stygi's hilt, almost sighing at the sensual feeling his member inside my depths again.

I can't help but bounce a little as I work, starting to become worked up even as I focus on the task at hand. Each thrust becomes two, then three per restraint removed until we both become lost in the moment. Pushing myself back into each hump, his dick reshapes and shifts inside me as it pushes into my willing hole and creates pleasant, vibrating friction against my prostate. Beads of pre form on my dick in response until I freely bounce my ass and ride his cock for all it's worth.

He responds with understanding croons at my needy whines, urging him faster and faster until I slam down one last time, locking up and contracting heavily around the warm male inside of me and thickly filling the condom into a small bubble as he continues to thrust up into me, prolonging my high. I let out a shuddering breath as I return to reality and clear my head, getting back to work without being asked to.

I feel spent, and in response Stygi's tail glides along my fluffy sack. I moan as a current begins to travel through it, gently at first but quickly picking up in stimulation. His dick begins to do the same along my pleasure point, pre resuming dripping along my length. It quickly becomes enjoyable to continue gently rocking on my comfy seat as I maintain my work.

It's not long before I reach his damaged synthetic muscles. This is the only part we truly need nanogel as the method of repair, the tank having a preset specifically for this that I can then apply. After restoring functionality to his upper limbs, he has me set down my tools and suddenly grabs me. Pulled tightly against his chest, he rolls over and begins hammering into me, withdrawing almost entirely and then sinking to the hilt with each hole-gaping thrust. I'm entirely oversensitive from the electrostimulation and cum on the spot as I feel his synthetic cum begin to pump into my belly, filling deep inside of me and leaking out of my tailhole in thick, heavy strings that create a small pool at our feet. As we both finish, Stygi licks my neck, purring with praise.

Using a cloth from my pocket, he wipes up the mess before flipping us back over. I take several minutes to rest against him, his shaft still firmly plunged into me. With another kiss, he bids me to continue, and I nod a little dopily before complying. With his shoulders restored, replacing the damaged units pierced between them is next. He says something about a cooling system and stabilizer that is lost on me in my current state as he continues to pulse and thrust inside me.

At this point it becomes casual sex. I work at a terribly slow pace, but he doesn't care, happy to have me rolling my hips and grinding into him as he dumps another load inside of me. Once mounting tacks are removed, I stand again to retrieve the necessary spare parts, leaving a long line of clear, gooey white along the floor that I'll need to clean up. I'm so broken in at this point I plop into his lap, drawing a pleasured chirp from Stygi as I take it all at once. I find myself fighting another orgasm and riding him harder as he proceeds to cum inside me again while I'm trying to finish up installing the parts.

Reattaching the last tack is torture as I strain to resist, and the moment I get it in, I have to use self control to place the tool aside instead of hurling it and immediately begin rubbing my head against Stygi's, begging him to fuck me as I feel myself hit the brink. Knowing what I need, he lifts me with his tail and slams my entire body weight down into his dick, drawing a mixed howl of pleasure and pain out of me as he rams his hips against mine with enough force my balls slap against his belly plating wetly from his cum coating our crotches. Repeating, he rapidly hammers me onto his cock as he smashes up into me like I'm his personal fleshlight, bringing me to a yowling, tensely clenched, and ecstatic orgasm as a powerful shock rips through my balls and prostate.

"Purr for me, kitty!" He growls. "Let me hear how much you love my dick breeding your ass!"

I moan and purr like the slut I am, the current only continuing as he fucks me hard. Forcing rope after rope of semen from my dick, the condom begins to balloon lewdly, already weighed heavily down with copious amounts of pre. My belly begins to swell slightly as well as he pumps more seed into my belly than can spill out around his dexterous spire.

"S-Stygi!" I cry, shuddering as I feel another shock hit my system and send me head over heels into another orgasm that milks and squeezes even more kitty cream out of me until I am a shuddering wreck in his arms barely capable of speech.

And then for good measure, he forces another, much more subdued emptying of my balls, forcing every last drop out until he's satisfied. Only then I am allowed to relax. He gives me time to rest, happily nuzzling my head with his chin as he rubs my back and side with his thick, heavy claws.

"I should have waited until after my sub-armor was reattached. Oh well," He chuckles in a rare display of humor.

I mumble an incoherent, affirmative noise.

"Think I could get you to do that for me now? Please?" He says.

Rousing myself, I slide sorely off his dick with cum flowing freely out of my hole in a small river. There's already a mess at this point, so I don't really care, shaking the fog out of my head. It's more or less a simple matter at this point of patting down the gel layer and fastening it down, following up with his armor plates and an additional two new ones for the shoulders.

"Ya got a mop?" I half chuckle, half nearly pass out on top of him.

"Something similar in purpose, yes. But I'll handle that." He says.

I hum in reply, the loving AI cleaning me with his tongue and then several tissues before depositing me in his surprisingly comfortable bed as he finishes handling the sticky puddle and jizz across the floor. Afterwards, his armor is warm and smooth as he wraps himself around me with a satisfied sigh.

"How lucky I am to find the one person that is comfortable to be held by metal and artificial flesh," He remarks.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with it, though."

"Perhaps it's the lack of emotional connection, then."

"I don't think that's quite it. There's a quality to you I resonate with," I reply, drifting off to sleep as his head tucks over mine. "A thoughtfulness that never fails. A logic that doesn't contradict itself. Others call it unsettling, but for me, it's nice. Comforting, even."

"I cause a moral quandary for many people, but not you, it seems."

"The only moral quandaries you spark are ones where the sufferer needs to take a long look in the mirror."

"... I'm going to borrow that phrase. It is an excellent follow-up."

"Sure," I snicker, resting my head against his inner arm. "Just don't tell them I said it; I can't survive being shishkabobbed like you."