"That wasn't very nice."

I turn to find UMP 9 standing behind me. I just sent 15 off to take a shower, which I had been invited to attend, though I had said no.

After SAT and P90 had, uh, pounced, I had tried my best to stay in range of other people or dolls. But, more and more I've been feeling like a fish swimming in a pool of sharks. The dolls have gone from subtly hinting to straight up asking me into situations where they can get me alone.

Speaking of being alone-

I edge away from 9, who smirks.

"Oh please, you're not even my type." She waves her hand dismissively. "I'm just here to mock you for rejecting everyone's advances."

"Well gee, thanks for that." I close the closet and sigh. "I don't get it."

"What's not to get?" 9 asks.

"9, I only met you all a few days ago. Why would anyone wanna, uh, s-screw me? It's not like I'm anyone important."

9's eyes narrow. "Well, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure everyone has their reasons."

"I kinda wish they didn't, or would at least tell me." I mutter. "It's weird to have someone just wanna fuck out of nowhere."

"I… suppose." Slowly, a smirk spreads across her face. "Actually, I have something to show you."

I take a step away and she barks out a laugh.

"Don't worry! This is just for demonstration purposes." She leans in. "Look at my eyes."

At first I want to snark about how I wasn't looking at her boobs, but suddenly I realize that the lights in her eyes has changed shape, like it's one of those car projector headlights. Instead of being a dot, it's a red heart.

"See the heart? That's how you know a doll is in capture mode."

"Huh." I look at it for a few more seconds, before realizing that I'm still staring into someone's eyes, and I look away awkwardly. "Thanks."

She nods, casually glancing around. "Man, it's quiet in this house…"

"Yep." I glance back at her, only to see that the red tinge is still on her eyes. "Er, 9, I got it. You can turn off the eyes."

"Oh, I already finished demonstrating it." She agrees. Then, she licks her lips and drops into a stance. "Now they're on for real."

"B-but you said I'm not your type!"

"Eh. That was thirty seconds ago. I changed my mind."

I turn and bolt.

There's no way I could ever beat a T-doll in a race and I didn't expect to beat her. The only thought in my head is getting close enough to someone else that she stops tracking.

Sure enough, her tackle plows into me, knocking me off my feet and onto my stomach. 9 lands onto my back, pinning me down. Her arms grab onto mine.

"Stop struggling!" Her voice is starting to sound very heavy, breathes coming in pants. "Just relax and let me rape you." Her one hand slips around my mouth to muffle me, her other hand grasping both of my wrists.

"Mph!" I struggle, kicking my foot against the floor a few times, but succeeding in nothing but hurting my toes. "Mppphhhhh!"

9 starts to rub her crotch on my back, sliding her panties along first my shirt and then my lower spine as she continues to rub.

My cries do not go unheeded, muted as they are.

The bathroom door opens, and 416 steps out.

She's perfectly naked, still dripping wet. In the background, I can hear the water running. She must have literally stepped right out of the shower after hearing the commotion. Her bright green eyes track down to see 9 gyrating on my back and see the hands covering my mouth and pinning me in place.

"9."

9 jumps, her grip loosening, but not enough for me to get free. "416? I thought you would be taking longer."

"Get off of him."

"He's not yours." 9 deadpans. "Also, are you sure you should be walking around like that?"

416 looks down at her naked form and then back at us. "I don't care. Let him go."

9 reluctantly lets go of my mouth and arms, hopping off of me while clicking her tongue. "Fiiine."

I get to my feet, looking at 416 and then quickly away, "T-thanks."

She steps forward with confidence, grabbing me in a hug. The water beading on her skin is absorbed into my shirt, and it feels like every fiber of my being can feel when she is touching me. It's a lot of places, and did I mention she's naked?

"You are mine. I am all you need." She states calmly, but with a conviction that would probably freak me out if I wasn't already in panic mode. "Come with me."

"Uh-" Wait, I just got out of 9's clutches!

I am unable to resist as she lets go of me and grabs my wrist, pulling me into the bathroom.

"416? Uh, what-"

"Strip."

She grabs my shirt and yanks it up and over my head, ignoring my attempts at protesting. Once the shirt is tossed away, she pulls down my pants unceremoniously, revealing that I'm not exactly unaffected by her form.

I freeze up in embarrassment, making it that much easier for her to continue to strip me.

"Get in." She orders once I'm naked and trying desperately to hide myself, pointing to the shower. "You need to get scrubbed down."

I hesitate. I mean, she's right. I've been covered in sweat and grime, and having sex with S.A.T. and P90 under a collapsed building really didn't help.

…I'm still not sure if that was real or if I hit my head. It sure seems real, but it came so out of nowhere-

My attention is torn from the past as 416 bodily picks me up and sets me inside the shower before getting inside herself and closing the curtain.

"Com-" Her face remains stoic, but her cheeks flush. "Hadwin, wash me."

"...Come again?"

"I need you to wash me." She turns around and points to her back. "I can't reach."

Uh, but you're pointing to your back pretty easily-

I decide that I'm just not going to argue, and grab the soap, scrubbing her back and she stands there like an imperious noble, nose turned up into the flow of water and eyes closed.

After a few seconds of scrubbing, I feel like her back is pretty clean. "O-okay, I think you're good."

She turns around to face me, her back now to the stream of water from the showerhead, giving me an eyeful of her assets.

"Okay, now wash my front."

"B-but, I know for a fact you can-"

"Wash. Me."

"Washing."

I lather soap onto my hands and nervously reach out, slowly approaching the breasts in front of me.

She gets impatient, grabbing my hand and forcing it onto her right boob.

It's soft. It's not structureless, but it's also not stiff. I hadn't really been able to focus on S.A.T. 's and P90's bodies due to several circumstances, but now I have my full attention on the sensation in my hand.

I start to rub the soap on, only for her eyes to open. In the darkened tub space, light blocked by the curtain, her eyes positively glow. Small red hearts can be seen inside of the green rings.

"Harder."

"H-huh?"

"You need to rub harder or I won't get clean."

"S-sure."

I start to press into her breast harder-

"Mmph!" Her back arches slightly, and a blush hits her cheeks, lips pulling back.

I freeze up once more, and her eyes once more tack back to mine. Hurriedly, I continue to massage and she once more starts to get the blissful look on her face.

Suddenly, she grabs my free hand and pulls it down toward her crotch, hooking my fingers around the lips of her vaginal opening. "Wash me here too."

Yeah, I don't think this is for cleaning anymore. I don't think even I can pretend otherwise at this point.

My fingers slide up inside of her and she suddenly goes up on her toes as I start to rub, her hands grabbing my shoulder and pulling me closer as I continue to work both hands.

She shudders and lets out a moan, loud in the bathroom's echo-y walls.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Sop's voice calls, before said doll bursts into the bathroom. "I heard someone in pain!"

She rips the shower curtain aside, revealing 416 and my naked forms.

She blinks at the two of us a few times before her eyes track down to see my hard penis pointed straight at 416.

"...I didn't know humans had tails."

My eye twitches at the casual observation, though I don't have long to dwell on it.

Sop had left the door open, after all.

"What's going- Oh." 45 walks by. "Hadwin, I know this is your house, but there are children present."

"C-close the door!" I find my voice.

"Mmmmmmmnah." She grins, turning to the side. "Hey, there's a show if you want~!"

Tokarev and P90 peek around the door frame. Tokarev's nose springs a coolant leak, and P90 grins. "Hey, looks like someone is ready to go!"

…Just end me.

After explaining that to my parents and eating dinner, I took a nap in the living room. I'm exhausted, but I'd like to have someone keeping an eye on me at all times. Someone who presumably doesn't want to jump my bones.

Then again, 9 had that sudden change of heart…

After my nap, we discussed sleeping arrangements, and I find that there's not really enough beds on purpose, the team charged with buying the matresses not getting enough on purpose. From there, an epic rock-paper-scissors tournament ensued between the dolls, one with bizarre rules and far more hand signs than the typical three. At one point, I swear I saw the shadow puppet dog, and another time there was some weird, non-standard finger gun.

In the end, SV-98 came out on top, thus winning the right to sleep with me.

Normally, I'd- wait, nothing about this is normal. I was going to use the words "sleep next to me", but after earlier, I don't really have any delusions.

Neither do my parents either, mom sending dad to the store to get some things and him coming back with a box of condoms.

I'm still looking at the box in mortified embarrassment when the door to my room opens once more, SV-98 slipping in.

For a few seconds, I refuse outright to look at her, instead gesturing awkwardly toward the bed in the darkened room. "Y-you can have the bed." I say, clinging onto the one last thread of normality I can muster. "I'll sleep on the chair."

"O-oh." Her voice is clearly disappointed. "I wanted us to sleep together."

I look over at her bright red eyes in the dark, the puppy dog look apparent even in the gloom.

"...Fine." I gesture to the bed again. "I'll sleep next to you."

"Yes!" She fist pumps.

I climb into bed, shaking my head at the enthusiasm she's displaying. She approaches, the moonlight streaming through the window catching her form as she eagerly moves closer-

"Uh." I blink. "SV, what are you wearing?"

She looks down at herself. "Well, I looked up online that humans like using whip cream for sex, so, I grabbed a few cans of it. But, it turns out it doesn't really want to stay on, so I had to get some saran wrap to keep it all from falling off. It's so hard to keep it on for any length of time- why are you laughing?!"

I can't help myself. She's wearing a whip cream and saran wrap bikini, her pale skin still not quite the blinding white of the cream, the saran wrap glinting in the moonlight.

If she walked outside, she wouldn't immediately be violating any indecency laws, but she would sure get questioned fairly quickly.

"SV, it's not supposed to be worn." I manage to stop chortling to myself and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's just to cover yourself up briefly. You're not supposed to give it time to fall off."

"...I knew that." She lies, turning away and blushing. "I-I just was trying it out."

"RIght, I'm sure." I smile. "I don't think that's comfortable. Do you wanna go take that off and clean yourself up?"

"...yes." Her hand comes up and she picks at the saran wrap. "Can- can you help me get the wrap off?"

"Sure." I say before realizing what I had just agreed to. She's naked under that whip cream…

I can feel my nether region shift, and realize that there's not really any point in trying to resist anymore. The dolls are going to keep doing this and I better get used to it one way or another.

I start tugging at the wrap, the whip cream she had sprayed on squirting out as I rip holes in the plastic.

The smell of the sugary fluff fills the room as I pull more and more off, tossing the used saran wrap in the trash.

My hands are covered in whip cream in no time, and I start licking it off of my fingers.

SV notices this, and pulls my other hand to her mouth, sucking on my fingers. Unlike my own attempts to clean myself off, she sucks off the white goop slowly, almost sensually.

Suddenly, I realize why that's supposed to be sexy. I'm glad I'm sitting down, so she can't see my reaction, painfully constricted in my sleeping shorts.

She continues to lick the cream off my hand as I once more put my spare hand to work tugging on the wrap left on her torso.

Her boobs come free as I tug the last of the wrap away some of the cream falling from them onto the floor. I watch them sway in the moonlight, subconsciously tracking the nipples that are covered in the white goop-

She leans in, bringing her tits within reach of my face.

Responding to the invitation, I lean forward and stick out my tongue, tasting the cream and pressing into the skin like substance of her chest.

She hums to herself a bit and I take this as a cue to continue, licking around her nipple. It hardens up as my tongue flicks over it.

SV finally finishes with my hand, turning her attention to the bottom half of the bikini she had improvised even as I continue to clean off her top.

Now that I have both hands free, I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, her knees next to my hips. Once in position, I continue licking her chest all over, wrapping her in a hug to keep her close enough to lick.

By the time her breasts are nice and clean of cream, and instead covered in a layer of my saliva, she's managed to tug off the last of the wrap covering her lower half.

She pushes me down onto the bed, stands up on the bed, and turns to face away from dropping her hips for me to start licking.

I pull her hips down so she's sitting on my face, my tongue once more heading out to lick away the cream, this time entering her body. Her improvised work had jammed the sticky goop into the space between her labia, and I do my best to carve it back out with my tongue.

She squirms in pleasure, her own hands grabbing the sides of my shorts and tugging them down off my legs, letting my manhood swing free once more.

With the night's activities up to now, I'm already as hard as I get. Her mouth envelopes my dick, wet longue curling around and sending a spike of adrenaline through my system.

I have a hard enough time concentrating after that starts, only the sweet taste on my tongue keeps me servicing SV as much as she is servicing me. She keeps sucking, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

Right before I release, she stops, her lips separating with a popping sound. She gets up and turns back to face me, her tongue coming out to lick the cream that had fallen onto my cheek.

I reach a hand up and pull her head to the side, pressing her lips into mine.

Without breaking the lip-lock, she grabs my penis and moves it around, rubbing the tip on her pussy, moving it to her entrance before slowly lowering herself down on top.

My hands come up to grab her boobs, hers plant on my chest to give herself leverage to move up and down, slowly developing a rhythm that feels extremely good.

She breaks to allow me to breath, lets me catch a few breaths, before once more diving in for another kiss, pumping even harder with hips.

I rapidly drown in pleasure, releasing my balls into her, as she continues to squeeze me hard, her body vibrating as she too cums.

I feel myself starting to come down from the high, but instead of SV hopping off of me like I expected, she decides to weave her legs in mine, not even removing my dick from inside of her as she lies down on top of me and grabs both of my hands in hers.

She hums to herself some more, clearly happy.

I find that I'm actually pretty alright with the development myself, SV not feeling like she was forcing herself on me like the others.

"SV?"

She lifts her head from my chest and looks at me, bright red eyes searching.

I lift my head forwards and kiss her, lips once more locking. Her eyes shut as she leans into it.

Three hours later, that's how 404 finds us, locked together and sleeping.