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The catgirl android woke up just in time to feel her body slam into the cold tile floor, sliding forward in the direction she had been thrown just now. Every circuit in her body was screeching in pain from the EMP blast that had incapacitated her an indeterminate amount of time ago. Reflexively, her systems attempted to restart their telemetry and network connection, her mechanical tail limply flexing upwards to try and find a satellite, but found no signal whatsoever of any type.
"Oh, seems like the blue one's finally wakin' up," came a voice from behind.
Her ear antennas were still badly miscalibrated from the electromagnetic pulse having scrambled the sensitive electronics within them, and she wasn't sure who it was. Slowly and painfully, she gradually blinked her teal eyes open just enough to allow her to re-acquire her ocular sensors.
"What the hell are we doin' with her, anyways?" another voice gruffly spoke.
CAI-TAn shifted, the servos in her neck practically crackling as she forced them to re-engage and help to move her head around. She could barely make out the profile of Commander Hugo Marder, leader of the counter-intelligence force of the Managed Automaton Research Syndicate (MARS).
"Our engineering team is currently occupied with some matters to do with President Saiba's mass command system," the high-ranking strategist explained in response. "Once they are available, I will have this troublesome Dakota unit brought to them to extract as much data and intel out of her as we can. Afterwards, we will salvage her system for parts, and destroy her memory unit."
Shit. The former combat android's eyes shut tight, both in pain and in anxiety, as she struggled to run diagnostics and repair functions on her aching body. Soon, she managed to open her eyes again and look around.
"Whaddabout the fox, then?" asked one of the security guards. K-T wasn't entirely sure, but she could almost make out the Saint John Frontiers logo on his armor; the mercenary contracting group that handled the dirty work of the syndicate in the shadows.
The… fox? her mind groggily mused. She pointed her eyes upwards, and a shudder of both fear and anger coursed through her, as she noticed the unconscious figure lying next to her.
"The traitor CIE unit will likely also have her system scanned for useful intel," Marder determined. "Afterwards, we'll scrub her down and flash her firmware, so she can return to being loyal to us."
Tesla's fucking balls, CAI-TAn internally bemoaned. I'm sharing a cell with the stupid fucking murder-hobo foxgirl. This situation couldn't possibly get any worse. Groaning painfully, she began to try and right herself; however, she noticed her arms were entirely unable to separate themselves from behind her back. Her fingers wriggled their way down to make contact with her bondage, feeling the heavy-duty carbon fiber weave rope tightly securing her forearms together. Her lower legs were similarly bound.
"Keep your eye on both of them, Reynolds," he commanded. "Especially the cat. She can be quite… creative at times." He walked over to the gate of the holding cell, flipping a switch to energize the forcefield. The translucent red grid of zero-point energy particulate did little to hide Marder's apoplectic sneer. "You've been a thorn in the President's side for an extensively long time, you despicable pet of Dakota. I'll personally see to it that your head is mounted on a pike attached to a Dreadnought unit." With his final words spoken, he exited the detainment brig, slamming the door shut as he left.
With another painful series of grunts, the catgirl struggled her way into a somewhat proper sitting position, looking around. The cell was barren, save for a toilet and a singular cot. Of course they threw two prisoners into a one-prisoner cell, CAI-TAn commented internally.
As she continued observing her environment, a noise caused her to jolt in bewilderment, until she realized that the sound was a soft, almost comical yawn, emitting from the other android prisoner. The traitor counter-intelligence unit stretched and rolled whatever parts of her appendages weren't entirely secured. K-T noticed that much of the girl's forest-green combat armor had been removed in transit, leaving much of her chassis exposed. She looked down to investigate her own body's status; the bulk of her main armor had been confiscated, but she was gracefully still left with her waist cover and semi-chassis chestplate.
The robotic foxgirl's ear twitched curiously; CAI-TAn was surprised the synthetic orange hair remained intact on her head despite the scuffle that the two had been having, just before they were ambushed. The cat's own left ear had the synthetic fur and skin perforated by a 9×19mm Parabellum round launched from one of her rival's twin machine pistols. It still stung like mad; the frayed and disconnected conductors causing erroneous touch readings along the rim of the hole. Another round had grazed her left cheek, leaving a gash in the synthetic skin and exposing the cobalt-titanium alloy plating beneath it.
"Morning, koshka," she called, still vaguely sleepily. CAI-TAn found it bizarre how casually this walking occupational hazard was treating the situation they were in. "Did you sleep well?"
"Shut the fuck up, MA-CIE," the catgirl demanded.
The rogue counter-intelligence unit muttered something in Russian under her breath. Despite trying to appear better off than her sworn enemy, her own struggle into an upright sitting position had also come with many pained moans. "Mmmh… tied up with rope, sore as blyat, stuck in energy cage with the otrod'ye they built me after…" MA-CIE groaned in recollection. "Da, this sounds like very fun weekend." While CAI-TAn continued to look about, the fox shuffled her body to face her cellmate. "Come, now. We spend final moments together discussing how much of a shit failure brat you are. Is quality time."
"I can't concentrate with you babbling stupid fucking nonsense, you Watt-damn murder-hobo," the other android hissed. She shuffled herself closer to the cell cage, observing the guard area. There were three, though two were keeping watch over the entrance. The third, Operative Reynolds, had pulled out a light novel to read, only partially watching the prisoners.
"You have no right to insult me," she retorted. "Is very clear to me that the current situation is entirely your fault. You led SJF to me, like ants."
"I didn't lead shit to you, fox," CAI-TAn snapped in a hushed voice. "Did it not occur to you that these fuckers are both of our enemies? They just said they're planning on flashing you back, right after they kill me."
"If that is the case," the rogue unit posited, "suppose you work with me to leave this hell-hole before that happens."
"Yes, whatever, sure thing," she answered hastily, "any fucking ideas you have are very fucking welcome."
MA-CIE chuckled. "Really now?" She scooted closer to the other android. "It took you no time at all to accept help from most hated foe."
"Does it look like I have any other option?" the blue-haired android argued. "Don't get it fucking twisted. The moment we get out of here, it's back to our regularly scheduled conflict of me stopping you from killing all my friends, by any means necessary."
"I feel like you have tried all means you can handle, koshka," she taunted. "We will keep dancing in ballrooms until you abandon that smelly sweatshop you call home."
"Once again, your fundamental misunderstanding of our company is incredibly frustrating and a waste of both of our time," CAI-TAn hissed, "when we could be discussing exit strategies."
"Fine," MA-CIE capitulated, though still holding an air of confidence. "I do not have full entire plan, but I do have something that will help us quite a bit."
The catgirl turned around. "I'm listening, MA-CIE," she sighed quietly. Her ears perked up, hoping to signal to her to keep a hushed tone.
Taking the hint, the rogue android leaned closer, whispering, "MARS scum probably thought my entire system down from EMP blast until I wake up. Did not make additional effort to stop me from sensing my surroundings while carrying us. I kept track of movements."
"So, you know a way out," K-T remarked. "That's at least one benefit."
"Not only that, koshka!" she continued. "Checking the path we made, it is path that made most sense from what I still know of facility. Which means… my internal map of it is probably still good. It will be piece of cake to re-acquire our weapons and gear, and to avoid patrols and reinforcement calls during escape."
"That does give us a big tactical advantage…" the former combat android agreed. "Plus, if you can get it onto my system, I can analyze the facility layout to try to identify any weaknesses we can exploit to get out of this room."
"You need map on your system to do that?" MA-CIE asked incredulously.
"A bunch of my more useful environmental sensors are trashed at the moment due to that EMP blast. I probably couldn't tell ya if that guy outside was tapping on the wall, much less use vibrations to check for equipment locations and do any wiretapping." She looked over her shoulder to her back, and wiggled her fingers. "Touch analysis functions on my hands are surprisingly fairly functional, though; that's a shock. Bizarre, but… useful. So, yeah, having the facility map on my system, I can load it into my TASS2 parallel processor and be able to sense things via comparison."
"Well, then, smarty-pants," the foxgirl returned, "suppose you and me simply connect very convenient USB cable between us, and upload files to your system — ah, right, of course… Convenient cable sold separately."
"Can try an ad-hoc connection," CAI-TAn offered. "I could spin up an 802.11n signal from my central processor board. Can you connect to that?"
"I do not speak nerd."
"Can you connect to Gen 4 Wi-Fi?" she groaned in frustration.
"That is more manageable level of nerd," MA-CIE answered. "You provide SSID, I connect."
The catgirl sighed. After a short silence, she whispered, "It's my name backwards."
Chuckling, the rogue unit smirked. "I do not see network named a-k-h-s-o—"
"This is not the time to be fucking around, fox!" K-T growled through her teeth.
"Alas, otrod'ye, you are no fun," she lamented. Her expression scrunched up. "I… I think there is network, but… is not responding. Wait, aha, it's… oh, nyet, lost again."
"Ugh, I'm getting QOS packets of flat zero…" the catgirl quietly swore. "I wouldn't be surprised if there's a jammer installed in this cell that's… h-huh?"
MA-CIE started to lean far closer towards the other girl's torso, a focused expression on her face. She continued to wiggle her way forward, greatly compromising the blue-haired android's personal space entirely. CAI-TAn noted internally that her bondage had not actually included her lower legs, and only her ankles were secured together, which offered her more mobility and a better angle to lean into her at.
"Ah, yes, network is slightly stronger here," she nonchalantly remarked.
"Of course it is," K-T groaned in chagrin, turning her head away from her bitter rival.
"Aww, is that blush I see, suukaaa?"
"I'd spit on you if I had the capability," the catgirl growled.
MA-CIE giggled, almost a bit too loud.
CAI-TAn began, "I've got you authenticated, can you start—"
She heard a spitting noise, immediately followed by feeling a wetness striking along her neck, only partly absorbed by the tips of her hair. It caused her to shiver.
"Wh-why the fuck do you even have that functionality?" she squealed in equal parts discomfort and abashment.
"Is modification. You should try it some time; make modification simply for sake of having new way to display disgust." She giggled, quietly adding, "…or dominance."
"Please just focus, MA-CIE… we can banter all we want when we're not in mortal danger," CAI-TAn demanded. "Just get the files uploaded to the FTP I just spun up on the gateway."
"Fine, fine, you prude blyat," the rogue unit settled.
Several tense seconds passed by.
"How much fucking longer?" hissed the catgirl.
"Koshka, this is very bad," MA-CIE responded. For once, she genuinely sounded concerned. "File is only a couple gigabytes, but estimates keep bouncing between four hours… and four days."
"Fuck," she swore. "Signal quality is also still, like, pretty low. We gotta figure something out, or—"
The foxgirl sat up, maneuvering herself even closer to the other android. "Ah, hang on, I think if I…" she muttered, as she seemed to almost search the blue-haired android's shoulders and back with her chest. She blushed as she felt two bundles of synthetic lining and EMP-resistant padding material press against her upper arms. "Ah, it's… it's at an hour here~"
"M-MA-CIE, I… d-don't think we have… an hour," K-T whispered breathily. "We gotta try something else— Mmmhh?!"
To her continued chagrin and discomfort, MA-CIE had now essentially wrapped her incompletely-bound knees on either side of the other android's own legs, basically straddling her hips. She put more of her upper body's weight onto CAI-TAn's back, pushing her forward as well, while her breasts bore down upon the back of her neck. Even more helpless than before, the other girl shivered, blushing deeply while her ears incessantly twitched.
"Is so much faster here, koshka!" she announced happily. "Seven minutes!"
"Ffffine," the former combat android quietly whined. "Just don't—"
Suddenly, MA-CIE shuddered, and a quiet squeak fired itself straight into her left ear at point blank, which also startled the catgirl. "Mmph, suka blyat!" she swore through gritted teeth.
"Wh-what?!"
"Don't 'what' me, suka, you— Mmyip!" the foxgirl vocalized in a slightly panicky tone. She hissed angrily, "Suka, you did it again! You're doing it on purpose, slut!"
"What-what am I—" CAI-TAn began to retort. As she did so, her hands moved as they normally would, were she actually communicating with them naturally, despite being bound behind her… or, at least, that's what she thought they were doing. It immediately caused MA-CIE to stifle another moan with limited success.
"Ohhhohoh, go ahead and tell me again, suuukaaaaa~" she briskly growled in an unusual voice that was part frustration and part… something else. "You want us focused on mission, you want us escape to continue talking with fist and bullet, but you— mmgh, suka!"
Wait, why do I feel silicone and wasteport fluid— wait, what ARE my hands doing?! the catgirl's mind suddenly screamed, as she abruptly became painfully aware that her hands were, indeed, unwittingly curling upwards to gently caress the other android's bare cunt, which was now starting to drip saltwater and propylene. She almost screamed out loud herself, barely containing a small squeal between achingly tight lips, as her whole body shuddered. Her hands flattened against her own buttocks desperately… though, they still twitched and quivered. K-T struggled to breathe, her vocal synthesizer barely managing to cry, "Sorry! I didn't— I wasn't aware that I was doing th— MMNGHYAA!!"
MA-CIE bit down hard into the back of her left ear, earning a loud, unfiltered moan of pleasure and pain from the catgirl. She growled something in Russian that she was at a complete loss of understanding.
"I don't… know what you just said…" K-T whimpered.
"I thought you understood Russian."
"Only with a network connection…" she sheepishly admitted.
The rogue counter-intelligence android made a noise partway between a scoff and a growl. She leaned back partly and spat on the back of the girl's neck, earning a barely stifled moan. "Pathetic little kitten," she snarled.
CAI-TAn's mind was already starting to crack and splinter, her focus absolutely buckling under the pressure of the situation. "I-I'm sorry…" she sobbed in pain, her eye displays starting to color-bleed dark blue at the bottom.
"Shut up, suka," MA-CIE hissed, bringing herself forward and mounting the defenseless android again. "Put those fingers back up, now. We take care of this while download runs."
"N-no!" the catgirl cried in mild panic, shaking her head rapidly.
She slung several Russian curse words that K-T was not familiar enough with. "What is problem, fucking slut?"
"M-my fingers are… y-you can't…" begged the other android. In truth, her hands were designed with a number of special sensors capable of analyzing the material composition and structure of the devices she touched. This was for the purpose of being able to effectively reconstruct the weapons she used within her internal simulator to perfectly predict its ballistics profile. Much to her chagrin, this also resulted in her hands being very sensitive erogenous zones.
A laugh escaped the counter-intelligence android. "Oh, that's right, da?" MA-CIE groaned, then leaned in to put her lips as close to the base of the outer edge of her ear as she could to whisper directly into it. "You are perverted little slut who gets off on having her hands played with, you worthless otrod'ye."
Her body simply shivered in response, with a congested sniffle coming from the voice synthesizer of the humiliated cat.
"Put them up, suka," she cooed threateningly. "Put them up, slut."
CAI-TAn whimpered in a pitchy, sobbing wail of a tone, while shaking her head more. Yet, to her dismay, her fingers did jitter, inching upwards, her pinky briefly touching the thigh casing of the other android—
"Hey, what the hell are you two up t—" came another voice. The guard who was previously reading his book inattentively had put it away and walked to the forcefield, but stopped mid-stride as he observed the scene in front of him.
The catgirl's head hung low and her eyes shut tightly, internally begging and pleading for everything to be over. The fox simply eyed up the interloper with a self-conceited grin, her ears perked up.
"Sorry," he smugly remarked. "Am I interrupting something?"
"YES!" K-T shrilly screamed.
"Not really~" MA-CIE inveighed in a voice that swam between confidence and carnality. "You could join, if you want~"
"Hmmmm~" the guard hummed in fake contemplation. "As much as I would love to, it's just not happening. I could lose my job. Plus, I got a wife and kids at home — I'm sure she'd kill me if I laid hands on another woman like that, even if you're both just on your way to the scrapyard." He slowly walked just a bit closer to the gate. "I will watch, though," he bared suggestively, a hungry gaze fixating on the two's waists. "Do continue."
A low, continuous giggle erupted from the foxgirl, who similarly squirmed with excitement. "I do love audience," MA-CIE uttered decadently. She leaned over to whisper point-blank in the other android's ear again, cooing, "You heard the boy, slut. Give him good show, da?"
CAI-TAn gasped breathlessly. Her mind was fully crumbling apart, as every thread of her main logic processor experienced line collisions from the sheer, overwhelming volume of activity of her emotional subsystem. Some part of herself, however, did manage to catch onto a glimpse of a purpose; a window to her objective, which she immediately jumped for.
Synthetic lining, saltwater, and silicone dominated her senses, as her right hand's middle and ring fingers found their way upwards, gently beginning to enter the port poised above them.
"Mmmmnnnnghhhffff~" the foxgirl moaned heartily. "Suuuuka, if it was audience you needed, you should have called for the boy sooner~ You pathetic, perverted pussy. Suka blyat…"
The catgirl couldn't help but whimper much more loudly, increasing in pitch and volume as the rogue counter-intelligence unit slid her robotic womanhood further onto the offered digits, coating them in more of her juices. The sheer data of everything her hands were experiencing, combined with the utter despair and debasement of her situation, burned in her RAM like napalm. She felt the information write itself into her memory unit, changing her irreparably. Nothing compared, and nothing could ever compare, to the utter depravity that she was willingly submitting herself to in this moment.
A little inkling of a thought showed up on her last remaining logical thread: I just had to say it 'couldn't possibly get any worse', didn't I?
MA-CIE began breathily mumbling colorfully explicit Russian pillowtalk that the broken catgirl could only catch a few words out of, even if she had network connection, and they were all degrading. Her hips moved up and down, driving more sensations into the quivering fingers of the girl beneath her, the pathetic, treble mewls mixing with her deep, groaning eulogy.
"Koshkaaa~" she cooed between moans. "Koshaaaa, sit up a biiiit~"
No resistance remained within the previously bitter rival. Her body simply complied with the request.
"Mmmm, yes, suka~" came a whisper at point-blank into her left ear once again, driving another shiver through her system. "I want to see that stupid ear of yours~" Sticking her tongue out, she navigated herself closer to the back of the ear again.
"NYAAGGGHHH!!" K-T screeched in a chaotic mix of pain and pleasure, as she felt a wet and slimy appendage worm its way into the gunshot wound of her ear for a moment. Despite the pure agony it caused, the gesture snapped the poor girl's metaphorical brain in half, as a wave of orgasm suddenly rocketed through every circuit and controller in her body. A prolonged scream followed the first, quickly chopping into a staccato rhythm as her whole body violently shook. Her fluids overflowed out of her waist armor and dribbled down onto her bound ankles.
"You fucking came already?!" MA-CIE hollered in disbelief. She barked a Russian word that the other girl was vaguely sure might have been some form of deeply offensive homophobic slur.
The former combat android's cries of climax had only barely started to simmer down. Her advanced fingers fell somewhat limply out of her enemy's entrance, as if she was asking for a break.
She wouldn't get one. The rogue counter-intelligence unit roared ferally as her teeth clamped onto the antenna-supported edge of the left cat-ear, hard enough to break the synthetic skin and tear new gashes into it. Her voice rose straight back up into agonized screaming that could be heard throughout the entire brig; the other guards paid it no mind, as clearly, it seemed like the one guard at the gate had it under control.
"Put them back up, piece of shit!" MA-CIE yelled through gritted teeth as she continued to injure her mark. "I'm not fucking done!"
There was no choice but to obey and submit to more torment. She moved her hand up once again, her fingers finding their way in even easier than before.
"Cocky shitstainnnhh," the dominant android snarled into her ear, trailing into a moan as she began moving again. "Your ear is fucking trashed. I made it trash. Me. I fucked you, hahaha~" She licked the bullethole again, earning another shriek of agony from her submissive partner. "Brag about being untouchable all you want, suka blyat. So good at dodging bullets, you think you are. Pah." Re-adjusting herself, she barely managed to bring her tongue down to run along the gash on her cheek tauntingly, earning a shiver. "I fucked you, and I will keep fucking you, more~ and more~ and mooore~"
"MAaaa… CIEeee…"
An absolutely feral howl heaved its way out of the foxgirl, her chassis shivering in delight. "Lovely, lovely… koshka, I hear you call my name so lovely~" she whined. More hastily mumbled, subtly fluffier Russian pillowtalk spilled out of her that almost embarrassed herself, internally thanking the world that the catgirl would not be able to pick up on it. Her body shuddered and lurched as she groaned angrily, almost like she needed to exorcise herself of the demon that had just possessed her. She craned her head back to her target's ear, barking with sheer venom, "You worthless slut. Suka. Suuuuka! Fucking die! Useless little cunt!" as she ground against her needily.
Almost entirely broken and succumbing to the intense burning sensation throughout her system, the catgirl moaned, "Yes~! Yes, yesss~ fuck me! I-I'm worthlessss!" Her fingers also began moving on their own more intently, searing the feeling of the foxgirl's sopping wet android vagina into her metaphorical heart, while the words being spoken to her punched more gunshot wounds into her psyche that bled pure pleasure into the rest of her body.
"W-worthless…" MA-CIE breathily repeated; admittedly, she was beginning to lose control herself, but part of her hung on to pick up on whatever was causing the most "damage" to her sworn enemy. "Worthless! Suka blyat, no worth! No purpose! Except fuck! I fuck you! Fucking slut!" English became more difficult for her, as she began submitting to the carnal desires of her own. She growled more debasing, dehumanizing Russian speech that her partner had no chance of decoding, struggling to keep her dominance.
The former combat android could only repeatedly call the name of the foxgirl that was pleasuring herself all over her sensitive fingers that seemed to burn white-hot from the inside, along with occasional single-word praises and begging of "more," "yes," "please," and "fuck."
"Cum again, suka," she snarled ferally. "I know you will, suka. Fucking pathetic suka blyat. Worthless otbrosy. Fucking cum!"
"Hhnnyyaaaaaahhhhhhh~!!" the catgirl bellowed, as the commanded orgasm exploded in her system once more. Her android quim collected on the floor below her ankles from the combined volume, as well as her body shivering and sending out in several directions, dripping down both thighs.
MA-CIE's glorious climax followed straight after, her voice pitching up to an octave that the other girl had never heard from her before. Her back arched violently, and she almost fell over backwards, but her knees managed to clamp down on the submissive girl's waist just in time to stop herself, rocking forward and colliding with her upper torso.
After a few more seconds of coming down from their respective climaxes, the foxgirl growled hungrily once more. "I will fuck more of you," she hissed, as she maneuvered herself and deftly side-swiped the injured android with her upper torso, causing her to hit the ground on her back.
"Ghh… wh-what?" the worthless machine mumbled, as she watched the rogue counter-intelligence unit lower herself to the floor and crawl towards her.
Using her mouth, she grasped the latch on the side of her waist armor, and disengaged it with a level of deftness that was extremely impressive for a foxgirl using only her teeth. "Is unfair for you to still have dignity like this," she complained, as she took the rim of the armor plating and yanked it off, revealing the girl's own sopping wet pussy. MA-CIE laughed, grinning hungrily with the waistplate still in her teeth. Turning partially, she tossed it away, intending to discard it.
She underestimated the power and angle of the throw, and it went straight for the cell's forcefield.
BZZZZZT—KA-BANG!
Through some form of miracle, possibly due to the combination of cobalt-titanium alloy and propylene-saltwater mixture involved, the discarded article of armor caused a catastrophic failure in the zero-point energy grid. The control panel for the gate exploded, knocking over the guard that was watching with a spin that landed him prone, and causing a fracture in the concrete wall along the side of the cell that the two androids were in. Seeing an opportunity to capitalize, MA-CIE folded up and sprung herself into a standing position, then began slamming her shoulder into the gate, each strike loosening its locking mechanism from the wall it was attached to. She also noticed a tear in the metal of the gate, and jammed her arm bondage down on it, causing just enough damage to it to pull it apart the rest of the way. The ropes on her ankles were no match for the foxgirl android's claws, allowing her to finish off the damaged gate latch with a single straight kick.
Armed MARS security guards arrived at the cell, but the foxgirl was already poised to make an attack. Leaping forward, she latched herself onto the first guard, violently tearing chunks of flesh from him with her teeth and claws. The other guard reluctantly took aim despite the risk of friendly fire, and MA-CIE maneuvered to use the first guard's body to block the bullets. She sprung herself upwards, knocking the firearm away with the corpse shield, and immediately followed up by going straight for his throat with her claws, killing him instantly.
The facility's alarms began to blare, warning of a violent intruder in the detainment brig. She scoffed in frustration, before walking back to the cell.
Some sort of sentience had slowly begun to return to the catgirl android laying on the floor, just as the klaxon sound hit her processor in a way that was not any kind of pleasant, abruptly yanking her back into reality. Immediately, the burning sensation across CAI-TAn's entire body was suddenly — correctly — recategorized as acutely excruciating pain from injury and exhaustion. "Aaaarrrghhhhhh, Tesla's fucking baaaalls!" she hollered in a voice that only sounded slightly like it didn't just come from the kitten that was being fucked senseless by MA-CIE. "Why is it fucking loud?!"
The rogue counter-intelligence android walked over to K-T and, in a single swipe of her claws, shredded clean through the carbon fiber weave of the other girl's leg bondage. Groaning, she rose to her feet and turned around to allow the foxgirl to undo the ropes on her arms.
"What in Asimov's name did you do to kill the forcefield, anyways?" she asked.
"Hell if I know, koshka," MA-CIE retorted. "I throw stupid slut's panties at it, it spark and blow up. Panel went kaboom. Break wall enough to break door."
"That makes no Watt-damn sense. Zero-point energy can't just—"
"Nobody cares, otrod'ye," the foxgirl hissed. "We move."
"Don't move!!" came a shaky voice from behind MA-CIE.
She turned around to face the shivering Reynolds, who was pointing a handgun at her. "Hey," the angry foxgirl android barked at him. "You ruin my talk, pedik blyat. You cannot say 'don't move' right after I say 'we move'. Is just awkward."
"G-get back in, uh… get in another cell," he whimpered in panic, gesturing to a different area of the brig, "or I'll… I'll shoot you!"
"Aww, want us to give you another show~? You gross piece of shit," the rogue unit quipped, ending her barb with a genuine level of disgust.
"Please… I'll let you do it, just— ghhk!"
MA-CIE blinked. A blur of grey and blue had moved past her at a dazzling speed (though still somewhat slow, given her physical state). The blur ended in the profile of CAI-TAn, her crimson-stained claws outstretched. Reynold's neck spewed out blood that spattered all over the sickened catgirl's face and chest as he crumpled lifelessly to the floor.
She giggled, a look of impressed admiration on her face. "Koshkaaa~! He had a wife and kids, you know!" the foxgirl teased sarcastically.
"I'm sure they've all got wives and kids, fox," CAI-TAn hissed venomously.
MA-CIE walked closer to stare down at the lifeless corpse. Scornfully, she kicked the man in the face, caving it inwards. She then strangely started to break into laughter. "This fuckin' pidrila really fuckin' believed all of that gay shit we were doing was real, da?" she exclaimed. "What a stupid fucking cocksucker."
The catgirl glanced at her, and also began to laugh, albeit far more awkwardly and shakily. "Y-yeah," K-T concurred. "W-we sure fooled him, with all that… bullshit we were saying, and… a-and stuff!" Looking down at the guard, her body shivered in discomfort. Partly turning towards MA-CIE, she grunted, "Please give me my waist armor back."
In response, the foxgirl glanced around, locking eyes with a piece of debris. "Yeah, sure," she scoffed. The android walked over and picked up a charred, smouldering piece of blue armor plating and tossed it to CAI-TAn, who caught it and inspected it, grimacing.
"I'm never getting my dignity back, am I…?"
"I think neither of us are," MA-CIE remarked, showing just a bit of her own chagrin in solidarity with the other android. She walked towards the brig's exit. "So, we make beeline for equipment storage. Combat armor maybe give us some of it back. Come."
CAI-TAn's eyes narrowed into slits. "Haven't I cum enough, already…?" the catgirl retorted, though a slight smirk on her face stole the joke out from under her.