ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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Axel was too happy to have the droids arms around him. Her coat felt cold from the outside air, but the actions were truly warm. Far warmer than the continued barrage of pictures Choad kept sending him - at this point, all of the new ones being safe for work.
“Well we got the owner, don’t we cutey?” he playfully joked while flicking Gardenia’s nose with his finger. Axel almost laughed at himself with how relaxed he had become around the droid now. Like something more comfortable and confident was beginning to bloom inside of his own programming. “Trevor Hensley. But let’s not get into that.” Axel was trying to avoid the conversation on when they would eventually need to return her, and instead broached another subject, and Gardenia’s question directly. Looking down at her purple eyes he smiled, “You are special. You are part of a prototype strain of clones that they built up at a plant in the Tech Center. I don’t know why, but they only made a few of you and your sisters. Sounds like Mr. Hensley just got one of the few.”
“You know you love birds can cut that out,” Kota sarcastically said as she moved over to the the computer that Axel was working at. “She like the others then? Or did they improve on the model for production.”
“That’s what’s strange. We can’t find anything about what is different than the prototypes, only that they are from a different DNA strain that the other Gen3s, but every plant uses different stains. Why they only made a few like Gardenia, I don’t know.”
Kota was staying hard at the screen. “What’s wrong with these things.”
Axel confused walked over to the computer, taking Gardenia13 by the hand with him. Kota was looking at some of the pictures of Gen3s.
“They look dead. Or like zombies,” Kota stated.
“I guess, that’s what’s interesting. They all look distant don’t they? Like they are lost. Nothing like Gardenia.”
“No,” Kota agreed.
Just at that moment, a new message came in from Choad, with the fearful letters that made Axel panic … NSFW. Before he could react, Kota opened it. There were a series of three photos. The droid in each of them had a similar build, hair, and look as Gardenia13; except she had far more distant gaze - not unlike any of the other Gen3s that were out there. Also, she was naked, and impaled on a large black cock. The first picture, she sat in the man’s lap while the thick member stuck inside her. The second, she lay onto the man’s chest while still mounted on the tool. The third, she lay face down on a bed, her head turned to the side, and the face showing slight straining - the man straddled her hips and was pushing himself into her ass. Something about the photos, and not just in the look on the droids face, made Axel believe that it wasn’t specifically Gardenia13, but another clone of the same type. Still the view was graphic, and while embarrassing still a little erotic.
Kota grumbled, “you have some sick friends, Axel.” Looking over her shoulder to Gardenia, she asked, “that’s not you is it?”
“Well we got the owner, don’t we cutey?” he playfully joked while flicking Gardenia’s nose with his finger. Axel almost laughed at himself with how relaxed he had become around the droid now. Like something more comfortable and confident was beginning to bloom inside of his own programming. “Trevor Hensley. But let’s not get into that.” Axel was trying to avoid the conversation on when they would eventually need to return her, and instead broached another subject, and Gardenia’s question directly. Looking down at her purple eyes he smiled, “You are special. You are part of a prototype strain of clones that they built up at a plant in the Tech Center. I don’t know why, but they only made a few of you and your sisters. Sounds like Mr. Hensley just got one of the few.”
“You know you love birds can cut that out,” Kota sarcastically said as she moved over to the the computer that Axel was working at. “She like the others then? Or did they improve on the model for production.”
“That’s what’s strange. We can’t find anything about what is different than the prototypes, only that they are from a different DNA strain that the other Gen3s, but every plant uses different stains. Why they only made a few like Gardenia, I don’t know.”
Kota was staying hard at the screen. “What’s wrong with these things.”
Axel confused walked over to the computer, taking Gardenia13 by the hand with him. Kota was looking at some of the pictures of Gen3s.
“They look dead. Or like zombies,” Kota stated.
“I guess, that’s what’s interesting. They all look distant don’t they? Like they are lost. Nothing like Gardenia.”
“No,” Kota agreed.
Just at that moment, a new message came in from Choad, with the fearful letters that made Axel panic … NSFW. Before he could react, Kota opened it. There were a series of three photos. The droid in each of them had a similar build, hair, and look as Gardenia13; except she had far more distant gaze - not unlike any of the other Gen3s that were out there. Also, she was naked, and impaled on a large black cock. The first picture, she sat in the man’s lap while the thick member stuck inside her. The second, she lay onto the man’s chest while still mounted on the tool. The third, she lay face down on a bed, her head turned to the side, and the face showing slight straining - the man straddled her hips and was pushing himself into her ass. Something about the photos, and not just in the look on the droids face, made Axel believe that it wasn’t specifically Gardenia13, but another clone of the same type. Still the view was graphic, and while embarrassing still a little erotic.
Kota grumbled, “you have some sick friends, Axel.” Looking over her shoulder to Gardenia, she asked, “that’s not you is it?”