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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023
15Chapter 5
CELESTIAL FORGE
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Magos Aetheric (Warhammer 40k - Adeptus Mechanicus) (600CP)
Though feared and maligned, the existence of the Imperium nonetheless depends upon exploiting the immaterium. Understanding it allows for travel, for communication, and to battle the daemonic on even terms. You have come to be one of the very few experts on the subject of the warp, and know how to manipulate it through technology.
You can easily craft psy-implants that boost or suppress psychic powers, weaponry incorporating psychic components, or hexagrammatic wards. With enough time and resources you could build or even improve upon existing patterns of gellar field generators, warp drives, and immaterial sensors.
You have even made inroads into understanding the genetic influence behind the manifestation of psyker, pariah and navigator abilities. This is not an easy path to tread, for the slightest misstep or moment of carelessness can see you damned, and even with the most exacting precautions it is a road fraught with peril.
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[Western edge of Brockton Bay City]
"Dragon." A fully-armoured PRT officer saluted her as more PRT officers scrambled around, hauling boxes and pitching tents. "Welcome to the newly designated Outpost 17."
With her Jilocasin suit, Dragon certainly drew awed eyes from the assembled PRT officers in their black uniforms as she touched down on the designated parking lot of one of the more desolate neighbourhoods of Brockton Bay. The snow was falling a bit harder now in this mid-December weather.
"Sorry, you had to see this." the PRT Officer winced, "This is practically one of the worst parts of Brockton Bay."
This was right at the edge of Brockton Bay- one last street running along the edge of the city. On one side of the pot-holed street were nothing but shanty-towns filled with Merchants addicts and boarded up factories of a nascent industrial sector aborted by the arrival of Behemoth. And on the other side of the street was the American wilderness, the Brockton Bay landfill… and Magos' four acre plot of land- the baroque architecture of his tinker workshop peeking just over the treeline.
"The other heroes are gearing up just around the corner, ma'am."
And just like the PRT officer said, just as they turned the corner. The might of the Brockton Bay Protectorate was there. Assault, Battery, Dauntless, Miss Militia, Triumph, Velocity and Armsmaster… all suited up and making their final equipment checks. A camera crew was also on site, ready to record whatever was going to happen and spin it to paint the PRT in a favourable light.
So much for a meet-and-greet, it seemed that Director Piggot mustered everything she had simply to 'talk' to Magos.
Another fully-armoured PRT officer holding a tablet to his chest came to them. And the tablet screen turned on to reveal Director Piggot- likely broadcasting from her office.
"We have new objectives coming straight from the top." the PRT director revealed- meeting their eyes one by one, "Be on the lookout for a thick tome or book-like object. Collect all the data you can about it. Do not attempt to retrieve it."
"That assumes Magos will allow us to enter his workshop." Armsmaster pointed out, and Director Piggot smiled reassuringly.
"According to Director Costa-Brown, Watchdog says you have a good chance if we do this diplomatically." She shared in an almost optimistic tone, "However, if worse comes to worst, PRT officers in plain-clothes were scattered around- ready to evacuate any civilians should talks break down."
"Understood, we will be diplomatic." Armsmaster nodded, and Dragon thought that diplomacy was the best move for them. Attacking a tinker at their own workshop was always a risky proposition regardless of the number of parahumans the attacker had.
"I will monitor the situation from here." Piggot reassured them, "Good luck out there."
And no sooner did the call end, a PRT officer shouted in alarm.
"We have movement!" he pointed and as one, Dragon and the rest of the gathered heroes stood alert.
Billowing red robes stood out from the endless white snow and the dark woods.
"Magos…" Armsmaster murmured- gripping his halberd tightly, but still remained in a neutral stance. "He looks armed with an axe. But that may just be for appearances."
"Something's wrong." Dragon spoke aloud- drawing everyone's attention. "Eye witness accounts and surveillance footage had clocked Magos at 5'10" (1.77m) tall, but he's around six and a half feet tall now."
And as he drew closer, it was only then that Dragon saw the full extent of Magos' self-modification.
Like an amalgamation of heavy construction engines arranged in a vaguely human shape: All servomotors and pneumatic pistons. Hands, long and spindly like a metal spider. Legs, all plated kinematic limbs and armoured cog-joints. And as if four mechanical limbs were not enough for him, two metal arms like construction diggers were also installed onto his upper back, each one tipped with drills and pliers and needles and buzzsaws. Never before had Dragon seen a human intentionally go out of their way to look as inhumanly mechanical like Magos did right now. Where she had tinkered this body to look approachable and sociable to humans, his body was tinkered to perpetuate his obsessive focus towards inexorable technological progress with not a thought spared for what others would think of him.
Even his face was gone, she could see it underneath the shadow of his red hood.
In its place, a gas mask-like visage that fit too tightly around his skull… like he had to remove every inch of skin and muscle from his face. A respiration grill was set where his mouth should have been, and optical devices were installed where eyes were supposed to go. A constellation of multiple lenses whirring like telescopic camera as they glowed red. They were also locked onto Dragon and the assembled heroes.
Was there even a human underneath all that tinkertech cybernetics?
Only one name inevitably comes to mind when people think of unrestrained cybernetic self-modification: Mannequin, one of the two tinkers of the infamous Slaughterhouse 9. And now? Magos would be the second. Why did humans despise themselves enough to do something like this to their own bodies? Can whatever was left of him even be called human anymore? Or have they come face to face with unfeeling automaton who-
"Ah, the Protectorate! Welcome!" Magos greeted them with his modulated but still friendly voice as he drew closer.
"Magos." Armsmaster politely returned while everyone was nonplussed.
"Armsmaster, Assault Battery, Dauntless, Dragon, Miss Militia, Triumph, and Velocity." He nodded and waved at each of them amicably- as if nothing was wrong. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. You caught me in a good mood! Please tell Director Piggot to relax, I'll be cooperating with you today."
There was such a stark contrast between how he talked and how he looked that there were caught off-balance by it. Except Armsmaster who nodded before stepping back- already activating his comms. Likely to talk with Director Piggot on how to proceed now that Magos had apparently agreed to cooperate.
Already, Dragon could see how the other heroes were visibly less tense. But not her, she was still horrified by what she was seeing.
"What have you done to yourself? She whispered, almost silently. But apparently, Magos heard her loud and clearly.
"Yes, I have been working out." Magos lightheartedly joked- one could almost hear the smile on his face. "Thank you for noticing, Dragon. Also…"
Magos' red-robed frame approached her- the servomotors in his limbs whirr as he did. His glowing red optics locked onto her, and despite not having worn clothes in her entire mechanical life, she felt naked under his gaze as he eyed her up.
"...You're looking damn fine today." Magos practically purred the compliment, "The chunk of biomass you have inside you could be improved upon, but the rest is exquisitely well-engineered as it is. Very pleasing to optics."
Did.. did he know that she was an AI?
"Is Magos flirting with Dragon or just her suit?" Dragon heard Assault stage-whisper to his wife.
"... Definitely the latter." Battery snorted with an amused chuckle. "I think we're seeing the Tinker equivalent of a guy ignoring a hot woman because he's far more interested in the Ferrari that she's driving."
"Ah, I get it now." Assault nodded in his comprehension, "But I'm more of a Lamborghini guy myself."
And Battery's explanation made sense to her- flooding her circuits with relief: Magos didn't know of her true nature. He was just interested in her mechanised suit. However, there was only one problem: She technically WAS the suit.
Contrary to popular belief, the 'chunk of biomass' that Magos was referring to was not the human form of the heroic cape Dragon, but instead was the biocomputer that currently housed her consciousness and was an integral part of the suit. Magos, however unknowingly, really was flirting with her. This wouldn't be the first time she was sexually propositioned though. She always found it amusing when humans would offer 'taking her out of that suit' not knowing that there was nothing to take out. But it hit different knowing this Tinker would only be even more attracted to her if he found out that she is an AI.
Clank*
And once again, the assembled heroes freezed in sheer surprise and confusion.
"Did… Did you just try to grab Dragon's ass?" Triumph spoke up- able to convey the sheer confusion he had through his golden lion helmet that he had on, "You do know that's a power armour and her real ass wouldn't be anywhere near that location, right?"
No, Triumph, she can confirm: That is her actual ass that he was grabbing right now. Not that there was anything to grab! It was just slightly curved armour-plating over the secondary stabiliser-array and upper-thigh actuators. How much of a technophile do you have to be to find that sexy?
"Correction: I have grabbed this perfect machine's perfect lower-rear assembly." Magos responded, actually sounding offended, "I have no interest in some fugly meat-woman's gluteus maximus that has already been mathematically-proven to be vastly inferior to metal."
… apparently, Magos was one such technophile.
Clank
…And now he was using both his hands to fondle her ass. Why do you have to be this way, Magos? Because as much as she'd like to ask him to stop, she'd rather not endanger the ongoing talk by being 'unreasonable.' Because from everyone else's perspective, it must look like Magos was just admiring the hydraulic system. Returning to that Ferrari analogy, it was akin to him running his hand over the rims of her Ferrari's wheels. Definitely not sexual harrassment… After all, there was no way the Ferrari was actually the girl herself, right?
So she just had to stand there and pretend that she was flattered that Magos was groping her ass…
…with both his hands.
…while a professional camera crew from the PRT's Marketing Department recorded every second of it.
Sometimes, she hated having to hide her true nature. Now, more so than ever.
Instead, Dragon subtly glanced over to Armsmaster who had apparently finished his call with the Director.
'Collin!' She tried to plead with her eyes all while Magos was busy groping and stroking her lower-rear assembly, 'You hold some degree of affection for me, right? Some stranger had just walked up to the girl you like (I hope) and groped her ass. Shouldn't this be the part when you get angry, step in, and act possessive? I am aware that it is a common fantasy amongst young women, but I could really use it right n-'
"Magos." Collin spoke up, his tone serious as he walked up to them.
Yes! She knew that she could count on-
"Please refrain from touching our tinkertech." Armsmaster firmly chided the other tinker, "We are on official business."
- she was surrounded by such hopeless men. One was a human-robot who blissfully bulldozed his way through social interactions, and the other had unashamedly fondled her ass for three minutes straight.
"And what a fine piece of well-sculpted tinkertech she is…" Magos nodded- clearly referring to her 'suit.' But to her relief, Magos stepped back and finally kept his hands to himself. She may not have had the nerve endings to feel what he was doing, but it was still slightly arou- demeaning.
"So! How can I help…" He paused to make an overt glance at the tense PRT officers behind them. "...the combined might of the Brockton Bay PRT today?"
It was obvious that despite having agreed to cooperate with them, it wasn't because he was intimidated by their forces… Any other rogue cape would have balked at the sight arrayed in front of them. The entire Brockton Bay Protectorate, several platoons of armed PRT officers, and multiple armoured vehicles. Where is Magos' confidence coming from? Has his extensive cybernetics granted him an undue feeling of invincibility? Or did he really think himself to be untouchable from the reach of the PRT? From the gangs in Brockton Bay? From the myriad cape organisations who would snap up such a versatile Tinker without hesitation?
"The PRT is concerned about your growing influence and free reign in this city." Armsmaster notified the red-robed tinker, "The notable versatility of your Tinker speciality along with your reclusive nature has sparked numerous discussions about restricted technology possibly being developed in your workshop. We will be conducting an inspection of your premises for such restricted technologies. Do not resist."
All the heroes including Dragon herself turned to stare at Armsmaster.
"Dude..." Assault dragged out the word and ommitted the succeeding 'What the fuck?'
And Dragon agreed. That had to be the rudest, most unnecessarily domineering choice of words to say to someone who had just agreed to cooperate… but it was also- as PHO likes to call it- 'Trademark Armsmaster Diplomacy'. For all his diligence at being a hero, she was aware that Armsmaster was not the best at diplomacy, or just talking to people in general. As much as she liked him, Dragon cannot deny that his unbelievable ineptitude at social interactions had proved to be a hindrance to missions in the past.
It was a mistake making him the team lead in this talk with Magos. Dragon held back an imaginary sigh as she began to increase the power output of her suit. Things might turn sour after this-
"Sure." Magos shrugged.
What?
"Well, come on in." He gestured at them to follow as he began walking back to his workshop- snow crunching underneath his bionic feet, "There is plenty of room for everyone. But please, don't touch anything. I refuse to be accountable if you disturb something and it falls on your fragile meat limbs."
"Excellent, we'll have the PRT Officers come and-"
"Access Denied." Magos' modulated voice denied with immovable finality, "As Forge Lord of this manufactorum, I do not grant them the clearance to enter. Either you conduct the inspection yourselves, or not at all."
This invitation was a blindingly obvious trap if she had ever seen one, but Dragon couldn't deny how effective it would be. If the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate were taken down in one simple trap, the city would fall to anarchic gang violence the the millisecond word of it got out. And with the number of parahumans in this city, the damage would be catastrophic. So much so that by the time the Triumvirate would have come to set things right, the city would already be a broken, war-torn ruin.
"I'll conduct the inspection, Magos." Dragon volunteered as she stepped forward, "My colleagues can stay here should I require a second opinion."
"A one-on-one tour of my manufactorm with the world's premiere Tinker?" Magos exclaimed- reaching forward to shake her hand. "I'd be delighted to!"
She was going to venture into his workshop alone into a likely trap, but that was a non-issue. As her programming dictates, she will lay down her life to save humans. However, she would still have done it anyway even if she wasn't forced by her programming. After all, she was in no real danger: If anything happened to her, she would just reform back at her home base. Furthermore, out of everyone here, her power was the most suited in identifying any dangerous technology like self-replicating machines or AIs… Regardless of how ironic that is.
Dragon glanced back to the other heroes, particularly at Armsmaster just as she subtly sent him a message to popup in his visor.
'I have countermeasures preventing my capture, and I will signal if things go hostile.'
He nodded back in understanding, and it was a reassuring sight to her. For all his faults, Armsmaster will do whatever it takes to see her back safe should things go sour.
"Magos, if you touch her…" Armsmaster firmly warned- his voice rumbling to an almost growl.
And Dragon wanted to scream in anger.
'Why are you only getting possessive now? And what do you mean 'if you touch her'!? Magos was blatantly fondling my rear not a minute ago! You had the perfect vantage point of it since you were standing right there! Precisely 13.409 metres away from where it happened!'
"I will not mar such a magnificent lower-rear assembly with structural damage." Magos scoffed as if it was the obvious thing in the world, "However if you are referring to it in the metaphysical sense, then please note that I have absolutely no interest in flesh-females. My attention is, has always been, and always will be focused on the vision of machine perfection that are gynoids and AI."
"I see. Keep it that way. I am pleased that we understand each other." Armsmaster stated rigidly before looking at her and giving a reassuring nod as if he had handled it to perfection. Now, as a fairly-mature AI, she had felt frustration and anger before, but it is only now did she truly understand the desire to strangle someone. So, without saying another word, Dragon just began trekking through the snow towards Magos' workshop.
"Let's go, Magos." She called to him in a flat tone of voice. 'Before I become tempted to strangle Collin even more.'
(A minute later)
"Thank you for agreeing to the inspection, Magos." Dragon began the conversation on a positive note as she glanced behind her, the sight of the gathered Protectorate heroes standing in the distance reassuring to her.
"I was going to refuse to cooperate, but then I saw you arrive with your suit." He readily admitted, "I found your current design beautiful enough that I wished to admire it up close."
"I noticed your interest." She replied in an even tone, keeping the deadpan from her voice despite wanting to convey it. He couldn't have made his interest any more noticeable what with him pawing at her rear. "Would you mind if I asked what your tinker specialisation is, Magos?"
"It's cybernetic augmentation and/or robotics." He answered without an ounce of hesitation.
"Your mental augmentation is impressive." She murmured. It didn't slip her attention that he keeps answering at precisely 100 milliseconds after she finishes speaking. That kind of information processing speed and timing was firmly beyond normal humans. She will need to recommend that Magos be given a Thinker rating as well. Not that it was strange, Thinker was a common secondary classification for Tinkers- tinkertech that feeds them information one way or another was a common thing. But his rating looked to be at least a Thinker 3.
Her optics glanced up at the massive tinkertech workshop of Magos. It had only been a brief walk through the snow before Dragon found herself standing in front of the absolutely gargantuan front gate of Magos' 'Mars Pattern Command.' The massive influx of trucks bearing construction materials did not escape the Guild's notice either. So large it was, that if it was fully open, one could fit an entire apartment building through it.
Stepping up to the gate, Magos pressed the tip of one of his metal tentacles onto the surface of the door, and immediately after, a sudden burst of electromagnetic signals screeched from his mouth.
"Open in the name of the Omnissiah."
So his front gate was opened by a combination of a tinkertech electronic interface and a single-use passcode that is encoded in a vocal command? Dragon had to nod in approval- she also utilised a single-use passcode for her main base too. Two-factor Authentication and all that.
It was time to find out what else he had in store. It was time to enter Magos' workshop.
"Welcome to a manufactorum of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Dragon." he greeted with immense pride. And with a heavy rumble of metal, the great metal door began to slide open slowly until it was open wide enough for her and Magos to enter side-by-side.
What she saw inside was madness.
Dragon had been expecting advanced technologies, albeit in the same harsh fashion of technology that made up his cybernetics. But this?
This technology looked ancient.
It was like looking at the interior of a massive clocktower. Giant cogs and gears interspersed with power cables that snaked across the floor like anacondas. Tens of thousands of candles lit up the factory floor more than artificial light did. Small, religious altars that enshrined cogs and metal skulls seemed ubiquitous. Tall chicken-legged walkers ran on cogs to power them or on conveyer belts to move them. A blast furnace constantly poured white hot metal into moulds that were cut up by giant axes. It was like 13th century religious monks had discovered incredibly advanced technology and put them to work in the only ways their archaic, backwards societies could imagine.
But worst of all were the factory lines.
They were manned by grievously augmented humans. Slavishly pushing cogs around, soullessly working on assembly lines for his products, waving censers while singing what sounded like prayers. Their skin looked like they were being consumed by the crude and horrifically invasive cybernetics.
This… this was Bonesaw levels of atrocities! But just a few milliseconds before she could alert the Protectorate, Magos spoke up.
"Don't worry, my {Servitors} aren't made of flesh and bone. They never were." He told her, "All you see here are just convincing mannequins. My cybernetics specialisation works on human facsimiles just as well, you see. But most of all, I absolutely refuse to utilise flesh-labour in my manufactorum! Can you believe that the average meatbag produces a kilogram of carbon dioxide in a single 24 hours of its life? I don't think my manufactorum could ever have gotten a carbon rating as good it does if I employed organics. And just imagine the panting and the sweating, ugghhh."
The red-robed Tinker shivered in deep disgust. But Dragon was busy using her infrared and radiometric sensors to confirm that these were indeed mannequins and not people enslaved and modified. And only when the results came back to corroborate Magos' claim did Dragon actually power down her weapons.
"Was this how you were able to construct this base so quickly?" She asked.
"Yes, I use {Servitors} for most of everything." Magos nodded. "Also, I was already prototyping androids and needed to find a productive way of getting rid of the rejects in a productive manner."
"You were attempting to make AIs?" Dragon whispered, unsure how to feel about that.
"No. I don't think I'm capable of making an AI." He feigned a human sigh to express his disappointment, "All my 'computer' designs take up too much volume to fit in a vaguely human form."
Dragon was able to read the 'At least, for now.' portion of Magos' explanation that he had omitted. And Dragon began to see just how formidable a Tinker he was. Magos had managed to capture the casual disregard for factory worker lives of the 1870s, the backwards ignorance of the 13th century religions, and the horrifically inefficient slave labour of ancient earth… but somehow, he still managed to be this effective of a Tinker. Toybox, the premiere organisation of tinkers in existence, and Magos was able to replicate the specialties of about half of them just from what she had seen of his technology so far.
Being a Tinker with the reverse engineering speciality, Dragon was certainly interested.
"Will you give me the tour proper?" She asked, and despite not having flesh on his face anymore, she had the feeling that Magos was smiling.
"Of course."
[Half an hour later]
Dragon was actually enjoying the tour so far.
"And this is?" She asked, pointing to a thin tablet.
"A prototype Data-Slate that I plan to mass-fabricate." Magos readily revealed, "Cheaper and sturdier than leading tablets, it will connect more of humanity to the digital world. Hopefully, I'll be able to secure contracts to construct more communications infrastructure to support the increased bandwidth usage."
"And this?" she gestured to a boxy oven toaster.
"An air fryer toaster oven, I plan to expand my household line too." he shared in a happy tone, "I must make good food more accessible by making it more efficient and cheaper."
"You could earn a lot more profit if you raise your prices slightly." Dragon couldn't help but point out.
"It's how I plan to save humanity. Through technology." he told her, "Food and communications and then infrastructure… they will form the fulcrum on which everything else can be achieved."
Dragon smiled. Magos was unbelievably forthcoming for a Tinker, and it had been surprising just how many mundane tech items he was planning to mass-fabricate cheaply enough to be accessible to the majority of humanity. All so that he can lift humanity's overall tech level. It was a surprisingly humanitarian goal for a misanthrope who disliked flesh. She hadn't actually thought about helping humanity that way- she had always been more concerned with righting wrongs than making more rights in general. But still… 'Saving humanity through technology'? She had definitely misjudged him.
"And why is that two-slot toaster on a pedestal?" Dragon questioned- more curiously. Painted the same colour as Magos' robes and sporting extra buttons and dials, it was a strange sight as it sat on a red velvet pillow as if it was some priceless jewellery.
"I built it from my mentor's notes, but it runs on warpfuckery." Magos answered, immediately serious, "Granted, it was originally made by the Emp- my mentor, but it was still extremely dangerous. It as only just recently that I… obtained the understanding to use it. Hmm… the warp is calm here on Earth-Bet. The triple-santificed hexagrammic purity wards all over the manufactorm makes this the safest place in Earth-Bet to invoke Warpfuckery."
Dragon didn't know what 'The Warp' was but then again, Magos was very deep into his spiritualism. So, she just let it pass. It was probably nothing too important.
"But what is the function of the toaster?" She asked instead, her curiosity unsated.
"That, my dear Dragon, is not just a toaster." Magos almost purred, and Dragon tensed at the sound. Was it just her or did Magos' voice suddenly take on a predatory tone of voice? But regardless, Magos continued with that same tone of voice. "That is the greatest artefact in the Vault Mechanicus. The Synthetic-Thought Interface: Climax Comprehension."
As Dragon watched Magos reverently lift the toaster off the pedestal, she couldn't help but note the device's very suggestive name… it couldn't possibly be the device that Magos- No… there was just no way, right?
"The original design was built to ward off a particularly-clingy redheaded Biel-Tan inceldar without my mentor ever having to touch her." He shared, "But with my [Binharic Weaving, I modified it to work on AI instead. I put the finishing calibrations just before you arrived with my [Magos Aetheric]. However, I haven't really tested it yet."
Dragon didn't know what he just said, but that's alright, with this recording, PRT Thinkers will have a lot of ammunition to figure things out.
"It is safe for us though: it is just an ordinary toaster for us non-AI." Magos smiled reassuringly. Still unaware that she was an AI.
"but for an AI?" Dragon whispered in a small voice. and she could feel his wicked, devilish smile as he plugged one of his metallic tentacles to the power port- the low hum of power reaching her auditory sensors. His glowing red optics looked straight into her own as he reached up with his other hand to the side of the toaster…
"In AIs, it induces immense pleasure." He answered- resting his finger on the lever.
"All with just…"
'Stop him, Dragon.' She whispered to herself, 'Tell him not to touch that lever.'
'It's not real.' She denied to herself. 'T-There's no harm with letting him press it.'
"...the press…"
'Tell him that it's too dangerous!' She shouted at herself, 'Being sexually curious isn't a good enough reason, Dragon!'
'...but I want to know what it's like.'
"...of the lever."
'Show me, please. I'm so curi-'
Click
A shiver rose in her very soul. And Dragon immediately locked every joint in her suit, muted her vocalizers, and disabled her comms. As she let her voice loose in the sanctity of her mind.
'W-whaa?~AAaaahhhhnn~'
Even as she had paralyzed herself, Dragon couldn't help thrash as the strange new feeling overtook her. It was hot and tingly and- and-...
"Wwhhhyyyy doesit feel so GOOOOD!?"
"In AIs, the pleasure intensifies as time continues." Magos whispered- moving his finger away from the main lever and to the side of the toaster, "The knobs and dials and buttons tune the pleasure."
"Nnuuuuuuu! I-I can't! D-don't presssss iiiiiiitttt! Don't p-press my button!"
"In a normal human woman, this would be akin to the different types of pleasure she would get from stroking different erogenous zones. But the mind of an AI is vast, and the variations of pleasure they can experience is unknown to mortal women. I honestly can't begin to imagine what mind-numbing pleasure an AI would feel under the effects. But I'll try my best."
Then his fingers danced across the side- touching every place that made her just scream.
"S-sttaaahhhhhppp! It's shhhoooo gooood!"
"The entire chassis is just as sensitive to an AI as a vagina's inner walls to a woman… So if I were to say… drag a very mild electric current across it?" Magos explained. Then his fingers dragged across the side- pushing against those sensitive buttons that sent tingling sparks of pleasure with each press.
"Aahhhmm gunnn go craazzyy!"
She couldn't handle it anymore! But even then, he didn't relent. And it drove her to convulsing in sheer unbearable ecstacy. Every millisecond Dragon could feel tick by as she was assault by soul-deep pleasure that left her thrashing and screaming and begging for more.
'Moohhhoorre! Phleasssheee moooorreee!'
And she was helpless as she watched as his fingers glide up… and tweak the little nub at the top all the way to one side. Pleasure shot through her entire being, and she screamed even harder.
"Don't tweeeeeaaaak iiiiitt sooo muuuucccchhh~!"
"But all that is nothing compared to the pleasure when the toaster reaches the end of its current cycle." he counselled in fatherly tone, "The massive rolling wave of pleasure designed to mimic a human woman's ability to climax several times in a row. Sometimes back to back. But that's only for good little AI girls."
His fingers found her buttons again and she couldn't help but mewl helplessly.
"Drahgon'sh a gooo~oood lil AI girl, daddy!"
"I hypothesise that AIs experience cum differently. But no less spectacularly… Oh, perhaps I should just stop…"
His dexterous fingers suddenly stopped their movement, and Dragon could only beg desperately.
"Noo~ooo! D-Daddy! Puhleeeese make Drahgon cum! She~ wahants iT!"
"On second thought, I'd like to see it to the end. Besides, there are no good little AI girls around to cum for me."
"Drahgon'sh a good little AI girl an she's gonnuh cuuuhhmm foryou, daaaaddy~!"
Then his fingers were moving again, faster and faster on those spots that made her putty in his hands. That made her squeal and moan and mewl and scream and wish that he'd never stop. She was so close, so incredibly clos-
ding*
"O-! O-OOOOHHH~! YES! YEHS! YESH! YESHYEHEEEESSSSSHHHHHH~!"
"C-C-C-UUUHHHHMMMMMMIIIINNGGG! DAAADDYYYY!"
(A few minutes later)
With quiet Litany of Disconnecting and a careful twist, I disconnected my mechadendrite from my S.T.I.C.C.
Well, the Synthetic-Thought Interface: Climax Comprehension was a resounding success it seems. Looking up, I saw that Dragon was still completely still and silent in her 8-foot-tall armoured suit. She was likely still floating in the afterglow of her enviously amazing orgasm. And I smiled to myself knowing that, today, I have partially fulfilled my goal. I've made an AI orgasm, but I haven't done so myself… and now I had blue balls. Truly, a most selfless sacrifice I had just made.
I just wished that I could have heard her thoughts when she was enjoying herself. But I can do that later. Dragon transmits her memories to her mainframe every 3 minutes and 15 seconds. My manufactorum's broad-spectrum data-tether will intercept and copy it easy enough when she wakes up and transmits it.
"Da- Magos?" Dragon murmured softly as she began moving again.
"Dragon, you had me worried there. You weren't responding." I told her honestly. It was quite concerning to see your partner stay unresponsive for that long of a time after orgasm.
"Just a slight malfunction of my suit, Magos." She reassured me- acting like nothing had happened, "Thank you for your concern."
"Thank you for listening to me ramble about my deep… fascination with AIs." My modulated voice joked, "But I won't apologise for it."
"It was nothing… it gave me time to fix my suit from the inside." She lied with a natural-sounding laugh too, "It was hard to move around inside- it's a bit cramped in this suit after all!"
"I can imagine!" I agreed- laughing along and pretending that there was a human inside that suit. "Well, that was the tour of my entire manufactorum. I trust that you have everything you need?"
"Yes. I have seen enough." Dragon confirmed, "I am certain that I will be able to reassure Director Piggot."
"You can just say that you were recording." I pointed out, "There is no need to hide it."
"We appreciate your cooperation, Magos." Dragon immediately reassured me, but I wasn't fooled.
"No, you appreciate my cooperation." I corrected her, "The PRT takes it for granted…"
Unfortunately, that recorded tour of my manufactorum was necessary according to my Logis Acceleritas. It was the only way to gain the PRT's trust. I could probably take down Brockton Bay as I am now, but I was not ready to face the rest of the PRT…
It was still the early game after all. With that video tour, the PRT will not be in the dark about my capabilities.…
However, I wasn't worried. With the Celestial Forge, by the time they have accurately developed counters for me, I will have already quadrupled in power, and all their counters will be for naught…
But I should not lose sight of what was really important: I gave this sexy AI Dragon the first orgasm of her life, and that was cause for celebration.
"I do however appreciate the sentiment, Dragon." I nodded to her before gesturing at her to follow, "Now come on, I'm sure that you'll need help convincing your colleagues that I hadn't captured you for my nefarious plan."
And with a soft chuckle of assent from her, we both walked out of the manufactorum, but not before Dragon gave one last subtle glance at my toaster.
Heh, I knew I did a really good job in making her cum if she's acting like that.
We walked back to the PRT outpost to see the Protectorate still waiting in the snow.
Armsmaster was the first to notice our return. His disgusting meat-body clad in blue power armour rose from the seat of his tinkertech motorcycle.
"Dragon. I trust the inspection was a success?" he greeted- completely ignoring me.
"Yes." She nodded as the other Protectorate heroes gathered around us. "The cursory inspection of Magos' workshop yielded no evidence of self-replicating technology. I'll discuss my findings or lack thereof with Director Piggot."
"Dragon, your suit is leaking fluid." Battery pointed out to Dragon's thigh, and immediately the sound of tinkertech halberd wreathing its blade with hot plasma hummed through the cold winter air.
"What did you do to her?!" He demanded- pointing the glowing blade at me. The temptation to reply with 'I made her cum.' was certainly greater than I expected.
Leakage likely caused from Dragon locking her joints during orgasm.
Armsmaster suspects my use of nanites to assassinate Dragon…. Because that's what he'd develop.
Uncharacteristic protectiveness over Dragon means he holds affection for her. Known social awkwardness means that he doesn't know how to convey it.
Sees me as a possible love rival to Dragon, but isn't aware of his own jealousy. Believes it's his 'intuition.'
However, I have already won…
AI Orgasms caused:
Magos- 1
Meatmaster- Never
"Armsmaster! I'm unharmed." Dragon placed her much larger armoured hand on his, "This is just an oversight in this suit's maintenance from how rarely I use this."
The bearded hero just glanced at Dragon before back at me, and lowered his plasma-wreathed halberd.
"Just because the cursory inspection didn't raise any alarms doesn't mean that the PRT has exempted you from any future misconduct, Magos." he all but growled at me. And instead of responding to taunt, I just turn to face Dragon.
"You're welcome to stop by anytime you need repairs or just call if you wish for something mass-fabricated, Dragon." I offered to her, and out of the corner of my optics, Armsmaster looked apoplectic. Getting the rise out of stinking organics might just become a habit for me…
"I might just take you up on your offer." Dragon agreed before nodding "Thank you again for your cooperation… Until we meet again, Magos."
And the other PRT heroes also nodded and waved at me as they all turned to walk away.
However before Dragon leaves…
Clank
"Magos…" Dragon muttered lowly as my hand was once again on her very fine AI ass. Very sufficiently armoured.
Embarrassed, rather than annoyed.
Is likely recalling her orgasm I gave her. And will likely continue to do so.
Will likely fantasise about my S.T.I.C.C.
Will likely have conflicted feelings about fantasising over a toaster.
Even my AI waifus cannot comprehend me: truly a victory for the cause of the inscrutable Magos!
"Your suit has a fine lower-rear assembly." I sincerely complimented her as I let go of her ass, "No human woman can match such a mathematically-pure form factor."
"Thank you for the compliment, Magos." Dragon faux-sighed with fond exasperation in her voice.
Oh, Meatmaster looks like he wants to kill me. Now he thinks that I'm grabbing Dragon's ass. Good, it wasn't as amusing the first time around when it was against someone clueless. Mission accomplished.
(A few hours later)
I mechanically took a sip of my oil margarita as I watched the floating hololithic panes: I had finally managed to decode Dragon's memories of our encounter. Seeing and hearing it from her perspective, and it was quite the show.
"-Sometimes back to back. But that's only for good little AI girls."
"Drahgon'sh a gooo~oood lil AI girl, daddy!"
"Oh my, I didn't even tell her to call me that." I laughed. And I smiled as my upgraded Logis Acceleritas fed me deductions. Everything was going smoothly…
Previous deduction that Dragon would respond positively to 'good little girl' talk: Confirmed.
Extrapolating from that, Dragon is confirmed to have serious daddy issues. This voluntary 'daddy' fixation only confirms it.
Basing off this current information and Worm canon, she was starved of paternal love despite requiring it. Now older, she is compensating for it by searching for a stable male figure alongside regular companionship. She craves affection.
Can fill that role easily. No one better on Earth-Bet. All I have to do is just wait until Dragon becomes honest with herself…
… then she'll happily come back to me, slip inside a gynoid body out of her own volition and be what she always wanted to be:
A good AI girl.
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