Premise; Dorothy/Angel yuri involving toys.
She was on the balcony railing, staring out into the ever dome filled landscape of Paradigm City. Quite and stoic as always Dorothy heard someone walk up behind her. Even with the wind blowing at such high speeds as it was today Dorothy could still hear those soft foot falls. Knowing full well who it was and without even turning she gave the simple greeting, "Hello Angel."
"Hello sweetheart." Sweetheart, that's the nickname the ever enigmatic Angel had started to call her recently. Since the day Angel had told Dorothy that she "liked her" she had begun to show Dorothy kindness. Angel would often sneak into the house when she knew Roger wasn't home just to spend time with Dorothy. And though Dorothy found it somewhat irritating this nickname was nicer than the previous one of temper mental android.
Walking up to where Dorothy stood on the balcony Angel started to ask her, "I was wondering if you would go somewhere with me today?" When Dorothy turned her head to give Angel a glaring, questioning look the others response was to laugh and say, "Nowhere dangerous I promise. I just wanted to know if you would go to the shopping district with me. If you're not interested that's fine."
"Why would you want me to go shopping with you?" Dorothy's curiosity was evident. Angel had never asked Dorothy to go anywhere with her before. Talk yes, but not to leave the mansion. Usually when Angel snuck into the mansion the two of them would talk about things 'normal' women did. Dorothy was always asking questions about what a human woman would do, or how to respond to certain situations, and Angel was always happy to tell her. Dorothy knew from experience that she couldn't ask Roger these sorts of questions, at least not without getting lectured and told not to ask such things again. And when she asked Norman his response was always "If Master Roger will not tell you then I shall not either." So the fact that there was now a human woman around whom Dorothy could ask made things easier for her to sate her curiosity.
"Because sometimes woman go shopping with their friends, and you almost never leave this mansion," which was true enough. Dorothy only ever left the mansion for one of three reasons. The weekly grocery shopping, her piano lessons with Instro and when she went with Roger to one of his negotiation jobs. It occurred to her then that she had very little contact with the outside world. Angel's use of the word friend confused Dorothy however, as Angel had never called her such before.
If it is only shopping then what is the harm in it? Hopping down from the balcony she landed next to Angel and said, "If I'm going out I have to tell Norman."
"I'll wait for you outside then," with that Angel turned and walked off.
Dorothy found Norman busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Norman I'll be going out for a while, and I do not know if I will be back for dinner."
"That's quite alright. Would you mind telling me where you are going incase Master Roger inquires as to your where abouts, Miss Dorothy?" Norman was busy chopping up some onions as he spoke, so he did not bother to turn around and greet her when she came into the kitchen.
"Angel invited me to go shopping with her."
Norman seemed to tense up a bit at those words. "She broke in yet again? Why does she never ring the doorbell?" Norman sounded exasperated. "Perhaps I should have the locks changed."
"She will just find another way to get in, so do not trouble yourself. And it isnt as if she is doing any harm, seeing as she only ever comes to talk with me about things I cannot ask you or Roger." It was true enough. The last time Norman changed the locks Angel had simply found another way in. It seemed that none of Normans many attempts at making Angel enter the mansion in a polite way ever worked.
"You're right," Norman laughed, "have a nice time." After he finished speaking Dorothy left.
Angel was in front of the mansion, sitting on her pink motorcycle, "Ready to go?" Dorothy nodded in response. Walking over to the motorcycle she was about to climb on the back part of the seat when Angel handed her a pink helmet. "Wear this. If you don't and something happens to you Roger will hunt me down and use that Megadues of his to stamp me out of existence."
Dorothy took the helmet and put it on. "Why is everything you own pink?"
"Why is everything Roger owns black?" was Angel's rebuttal.
"I assumed it was Roger's funeral mentality, or his lousy fashion sense." Angel laughed at Dorothy's remark. Dorothy climbed onto the back of the bike and off they went.
When they arrived at their intended destination Dorothy was confused. "Why are we here?"
In front of them was a store called Play Time. It was in a seedy part of the shopping dome, in the back of an alley, well away from prying eyes. Angel had parked her motorcycle a few blocks away and insisted that they walk through some dark alleyways to get here. The shop, with its innocent enough name, seemed anything but. On the front door it had a paper taped behind the window stating "No one less than 18 years of age allowed."
"We're here to shop, obviously." Angel grabbed Dorothy hand and led her inside. Dorothy did not usually allow others besides Roger or Norman to touch her, but she was not about to protest when Angel had promised there would be no danger. That and Dorothy's curiosity was getting the best of her. Dispite this, she had what humans called 'a bad felling' about this place.
Once inside Dorothy realized her suspicions where confirmed. "What kind of shop is this?"
The walls of the store where lined with various 'adult' products. On one wall there was a sign labeled 'Lingerie', with various skimpy outfits below, and a few racks in front of it filled with similar items. Most of these items seemed to be ridiculously priced for a piece of cloth that barely covered any of ones body, in Dorothy's opinion. The back wall of the store was labeled as 'Toys' which had various products in plastic packages hung up for display. The wall behind the register had what looked like cases lining the shelves. And the wall next to it had shelves full of bottles, most of them featuring the words 'sex' and 'flavored lubricant' on the labels. Where it not for the fact that Angel was still holding her hand Dorothy would have run from the place and gone straight home. As it was Angel was trying to lead her over to the wall that said 'toys'.
Noticing Dorothy's attempts to pull away Angel asked her nonchalantly, "Oh, is this your first time in a store like this? It's a sex toy store sweetie. You do know what a sex toy is right?" Angel finally let go of her hand and turned to look her in the eye, a small smirk gracing her lips.
"N, no. I have no idea what a sex toy is. From the sounds of it one would use it for sexual pleasures though." Dorothy had no idea why she was stuttering. Perhaps this was what Norman called 'nervousness'. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
"Roger tries to keep you a bit too innocent doesn't he?" Angel sighed and went on, "Well yes that is part of it. But usually sex toys are used for 'self' pleasure, rather than with a partner. At least the ones I normally use serve that purpose."
"Would it not be better to have a partner than use a toy?" Why did I just ask that? I'm going to regret this.
Angel was laughing, "Your innocence can be so cute at times," giving Dorothy one of her serene looks she said, "While it would be nice to always have a partner, some of us do not have one. Others might prefer to "go solo". And sometimes even if you do have a partner they might not want to have sex when you do. So if you have an itch that needs scratching a toy comes in handy."
"Why do you use a toy then? Certainly you could easily have slept with Roger numerous times by now." Although Dorothy did not want to admit this it was the truth. Angel had a larger bust size than Dorothy did, and always seemed to wear revealing, tight clothing. Dorothy would never think of doing such a thing, as much a part of her 'innocent girl' programming as that she did not like the idea of wearing tight clothing all the time. The few times she had worn that rubber suit had embrassed her to no end.
"Roger is nice and all, but he's afraid of commitment. I've heard rumors of what he was like before you moved in. Bringing a girl home one night and another the next. It seems like he stopped doing such when you moved in. I'm not sure why however, seeing as he never treats you like a woman." Angel grabbed Dorothy's hand again and started to pull her onwards, deeper into the store. "Besides," she went on, "sometimes it's nice to be alone."
Angel had finally managed to get Dorothy over to the wall filled with toys. Different types of 'toys' where displayed. One section has a sign saying 'Vibrators', another said 'Dildos'. The other section of the wall was displaying toys for men, called 'pocket pussy's', whatever that meant. Dorothy did not think any of these things sounded pleasent.
Noticing more than two thirds of the wall where devoted to women's toys Dorothy's mind got to wondering."Do men not need to use toys as much as women?" Ever the curious one Dorothy overcame her shock from earlier and began asking questions.
"It's easier for a man to use his hands to please himself. Women can do so, but it's easier to use a toy in my experience." Dorothy was finding out quite a bit more about Angel than she had ever wanted too. Angel was looking at some of the dildos, when she looked over at Dorothy and asked, "Have you ever masturbated before?"
"…, …., …..I have no idea what you're talking about." Dorothy finally admitted. She didn't come across the term in her ever expanding data bank, mainly because certain 'terms' where locked away from active veiwing. Dorothy made a mental note to ask Norman to unblock those later.
"You're a virgin to everything but sarcasm and danger aren't you? Well then if it's your first time you certainly don't want to use these." She took Dorothy's hand yet again and led her over to the 'vibrator' section. This section was divided into two parts, with one being filled with what Angel called 'bullets and eggs' and the other being 'wands'. "Hm, now let's see. If it's your first time doing this than something small would be better. Do you see anything you like?"
"I don't have any money on me." Dorothy hoped this would deter Angel from making her stay in the store for much longer. This hope was quickly shattered however.
"It's alright. I'll pay for you this once. Why didn't you bring money if you knew we were going shopping?"
"I didn't plan on buying anything." And I still don't.
Angel let out a small laugh at that. "The whole reason women go shopping is to buy things. Hm... How about this?" Angel picked up a small object that said 'One speed silver bullet' on the packaging. "Most beginners start with something like this and move up after a while."
"I... I supose that will be fine..." She was experiencing the human emotion of nervousness again. It must be an effect of the emotion chip that Norman had found recently during regular maintence. She had been 'asleep' during maintence at that time because she needed to let her systems cool off and to let her energy sources recharge. So without asking her Norman had thought it a good idea to activate it. Ever since she had been attempting to deal with the varied response the chip told her where appropriate to certain situations. Dorothy began to display obvious signs of distress, at least obvious for her. She grabbed her upper left arm with her right hand, someting she would never usually do. Thankfully Angel caught on.
"Why don't you go wait outside. I'll be finished in a few minutes," smiling she added, "And please do not run off. That would be a little rude considering I am paying for you." No sooner than those words had fallen from Angel's lips was Dorothy headed for door.
When she finally got to the outside Dorothy began to head back the way she had come, with every intent of running straight home. But thinking of Angel's words about 'leaving would be rude' she hesitated, again possibly from the emtion chip, and decided to stand far away from the door and wait while her 'friend' finished shopping. True to her words Angel emerged from the store with a few minutes time, carrying a black bag, far too large to carry the small object she had bought for Dorothy. Before Dorothy could say a word Angel spoke. "Well come one Dorothy, we should get going," heading back the way the two had come before. Dorothy at a lose for words simply followed her.
By the time they got back to where Angel had parked her motorcycle Dorothy finally had had enough of what she considered to be inapporpiate shenanagins and asked Angel, "Why in the world did you take me to such a place? If Roger or Norman find out they will be extremely displeased with your actions."
Angel opened a small lock box below the back end of the seat that served as her motorcycles trunk, putting the bag within. When she had closed and locked it again she turned to Dorothy and asked, "Do you honestly plan on telling them you went into such a place willingly?"
If Dorothy where human she would have looked mortified. "But I did not enter such a place willingly, you dragged me into that store."
"I never forced you. And I did not force you to stay either. You could have left whenever you wanted."
Realizing this was true Dorothy said nothing in response. She could easily have pulled away from Angel's grip and left that place immedatiely after entering. But her own latent curiosity had forced her to stay and witness things that would have greatly upset both her deceased father and her current benefactors. Knowing she was defeated Dorothy simply asked, "Where to now?"
Angel handed her the pink helmet again. "We're going someplace private." She refused to anwser anymore of Dorothy's questions during the ride to their destination, though Dorothy did notice they where not heading back towards the mansion.
Their "private" destination turned out to be a delapitated appartment building in an even worse side of town. This was a side of town commonly frequented by union agents. But in that regard it made sense why Angel was here. Why she had brought Dorothy, whom many union agents saw as a sign of Paradigm oppulence, was beyond her. Angel quickly hurried Dorothy up the stairs and into a small appartment on the top floor.
The appartment looked worse for wear, not to mention it was so small Dorothy wondered how Angel managed to live in it. The bedroom and kitchen where only seperated by a counter top, and on the right wall where doors leading to a small bathroom and closet. Dorothy's own room back at the Smith mansion was twice the size of this!
Dorothy was so distracted by the off putting apperance of the small appartment that she hadn't realized Angel had grabbed her hand again and was leading her over to 'the bedroom'. Dorothy was not going to allow herself to be tugged along into something again so she attempted to pull away from Angel's grip. But Angel's grip on Dorothy's small and delicate looking wrist only became more vice like. At this point Dorothy knew that if she attempted to get away from Angel that she would only harm the pink clad woman, both emtionally and pyschially. So Dorothy meekly followed Angel over to the bed, which was situatied near the only window in the appartment.
At this point Angel stopped being 'nice'.
I originally intended this to be a one shot. But it surpassed the regular length of a one shot in a very short time, so I broke it into two parts for my readers sake. The next chapter will be graphic smut, so just a heads up. As always reviews are appreciated.