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9:30 pm. The end of the day for any octarian soldiers working for the mysterious Kamabo Corporation. It was time for all of them to return to their pods and finally get some rest.
That is, all except one.
Akari had been working hard recently. Helping with trades between Kamabo Co. and GrizzCo., keeping organized notes on new applicants, making sure the company never ran out of resources, balancing two part-time jobs at once, etc. And it seemed the boss had picked up on that. They deserved a reward. A special one that no other soldier had ever received before.
"Akari."
The robot's voice was stern, yet electrifying. The shorter one turned to face their one and only boss, Commander Tartar. She gave it a bow and said nothing, as that was what they were taught. The commander stifled a small laugh at this and knelt down a bit so they were at eye level. It reached it's hand out.
"Come with me for a bit. I noticed how hard you've been working, and I'd like to repay you."
The octoling loosened from her originally rigid stance, placing the clipboard they were holding on the nearest crate and taking the telephone's hand in hers. Tartar smiled at this, and began leading them to the exit of the warehouse. It was going to take them somewhere where nobody was going to disturb them, but everyone could hear them. It wanted everyone to know just how hard of a worker Akari was. They exited the building and paused in front of the newly stopped train.
"Wait here for a moment."
The taller of the two let go of the shorter one's hand, stepping onto the train and leaving them at the station.
"CQ, I have a request."
It's metallic voice echoed throughout the subway cars. The small conductor winced at the sudden noise.
"Just as loud as usual, boss. What do you need?"
"Send one of the trusted applicants to check on the soldiers once the clock hits 10 pm. I have some business to attend to. If you need a suggestion on who to send, I'd recommend one from the list I prepared. Or that odd one in green."
The sea cucumber nodded to the best of it's ability.
"Will do. May I ask what business you're attending to?"
"You may not."
Tartar stepped out of the car, returning to the curious octoling. It knelt down once more, smiling.
"My apologies, Akari. I wasn't too long, was I?"
She shook their head, averting their gaze as a blush dusted her cheeks. The phone stood up, taking their hand again and re-entering the warehouse, pretending not to notice just how flustered the soldier had become due to all the attention they'd been receiving. It couldn't wait to see what else would happen next. They headed to the back storage area. A secluded area with plenty of things to lean against, but little to no materials that would muffle noise.
When the building was being constructed, there was a risk of salmonids attempting to break into the storage rooms to steal their eggs back, which Kamabo Co. got from their trades with GrizzCo. In order to minimize this, there were no soundproofing materials installed. With how loud and careless the salmonids were, any soldiers positioned near the storage units would be able to hear the noise and stop the invasion with minimal casualties. Tartar internally thanked it's past self as it stepped inside and locked the door behind them.
"Now for your reward."
It let go of Akari's hand once more, moving towards some sturdy crates and pushing them into each other to create something that would be slightly more comfortable to lean on than a table. It walked back over to the octo and removed the red, plastic kensa mask that she always wore while working, revealing their doll-like mouth. They blushed and tried to hide behind their hands.
"You've always been my favourite worker, you know. That's why you're more of my assistant. I don't want to risk you getting hurt by one of the applicants."
They looked up, their eyes sparkling and cheeks a darker colour than before. It took their hand again and led them to the crates, allowing them to sit down and get comfortable.
"Think of this as a thank you. For all you've done for both me, and the company."
The two looked into each others eyes and slowly fell into a deep, passionate kiss. Tartar didn't even have to wait, as the smaller of the two allowed their tongues to fight for dominance as soon as they could. After removing Akari's shirt, it slowly crawled on top of her until the two of them were laying atop the crates. They separated from their long-awaited display of affection as Tartar reached down between her legs. It looked lovingly into the smaller one's eyes as they whimpered from it's touch. It was such a strong sensation to be touched in that way that they could feel it even through layers of fabric.
They yearned for more. For the first time since they were hired, Akari spoke directly to Tartar.
"P--please..."
They spoke in a slightly calmer, softer tone than the other octarian troops did. The phone could feel it's internal cooling unit activate, signaled by the slight whirring sound that was now emanating from it's chest. It pulled it's hand back and instead removed her under-shorts, revealing just how excited they already were. It grinned at this.
"My, my.. I've barely done anything. Have you perhaps wanted this for some time?" It teased.
They squirmed from underneath the machine, obviously aching for it's touch once more. It reached down and began carefully tracing their entrance with the tip of it's thumb, effectively soaking both of them. Akari moaned out and bit her finger, trying to muffle themselves while also attempting to grip onto something, anything. They could feel their body heat rising with every passing second, as well as the pleasure building up and bringing them closer and closer to climax. Tartar noticed this and retracted its hand, leaving its new plaything squirming and whining. It smiled, pleased with the situation. Akari wasn't sure what took them over, but they got on their knees and undid the phone's belt, revealing it's growing, and slightly pulsing, erection. Who knew robots could get hard? It didn't protest, allowing the other complete control. This was their reward, after all.
'How eager,' it thought.
They started with their hand, wrapping it around the taller one's shaft and slowly pumping it up and down. She planted a kiss on the tip, slowing their pace with her hand. After some more kisses, they opened their mouth and replaced her hand with her lips. They bobbed their head up and down at a steady pace, occasionally looking up and making eye contact with the receiving end. They seemed unfazed, or at least, as unfazed as one could appear while giving a blowjob to a telephone.
Tartar, on the other hand, was whirring much, much louder than before. All three of it's fans in the aforementioned cooling unit were audibly on full blast. It could feel the heat slowly creeping up to reach its head. It reached its hand around and placed it on the back of the other's head, slightly twitching. Suddenly, Akari felt her head get pushed farther down as a warm, thick stream of what seemed to be ink was shot into their mouth. She coughed, but didn't choke. Eventually all that was left was the lingering taste. Her face was hot as it pulled out, both panting. They made eye contact, obviously feeling the newly found lust in the air.
"Lay down."
Akari did as she was told, getting on her back and propping their legs up. Just one look would reveal how soaked she was. Tartar placed it's hands on her knees and rubbed it's still-pulsing erection against them as she moaned out, biting her lip. It prodded at her entrance, looking up as if to ask 'are you sure?'
She nodded. It pushed itself inside with a single thrust, both moaning from the sensation. If it weren't for the fact the telephone had came only a few minutes ago, it would've done it again right then and there. The sensation drove both of them insane. Tartar moved it's hands down to either side of Akari's head and looked her in the eyes. Once again the two fell into a passionate kiss, their lips fighting over who desired the other more. All while this was happening, the commander had - slowly but surely - started thrusting. It was careful and slow, as both of them were relatively new to this.
As the two separated, it moved it's hands to either side of her torso and began to speed up a bit. Akari's small whimpers and moans began to get a bit louder.
"Haah..-- sir, please.."
Just this little sentence awoke a whole new side of Tartar. A dominant, lust-filled side. One it didn't even know existed. It lowered itself back down and intertwined their fingers, speeding it's desperate thrusts up even more.
"My, my... Such desperate, filthy noise coming from you."
Akari's 'small whimpers and moans' had gone from small to borderline screams. She wrapped her legs around Tartar's torso to pull it closer, almost as if to say 'please don't stop.'
"For such a hard worker, you really are just a little whore. Isn't that right, my dear assistant?"
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she nodded. Her legs tightened around the commander, as did she around it's erection.
'Just a little more.'
It sped up one last time, it's fans speeding up as well. Her pleasured screams echoed throughout the storage room as her head fell back and her back arched. One last deep thrust signified that both had reached their climax. Akari felt the same warm, ink-like sensation from earlier inside of her. Both were panting, their faces flushed. Tartar, however, was going through something that no other person ever would after cumming.
"Damn, Betty, that sex was TUBULAR! Let us bounce to GrizzCo fo sho."
It malfunctioned. The pleasure was too much for it's internal processors to handle, so contemporary speech mode was activated on accident. She giggled at this, pecking the telephone on the cheek and getting dressed once again.
"You may be my boss, but you're so cute."