Story: Enemy Mine

MC: Hadwin (Horni mode on version)

Setting: Chapter 11, Hadwin is captured by Sangvis

Commissioned by: Vexy

Man, pretending to date someone under scrutiny sucks.

M16 has just started to make me a meal as a date-like activity, when Architect decides to open her big mouth.

"Hey, M16." Architect turns her attention to her teammate. "Why do you like Grif?"

"He's charming and helps with the whole planning thing." She moves the stick back, touches the pouch and nods to herself. "Not to mention last night."

Silence.

It takes me a full ten seconds to process what she said, and even then, all I can make out is "Huh?"

She looks at me, her grin now decidedly wicked. "Oh yes, we slept together yesterday, right?"

"...Ah." I can tell this is going to cause nothing but trouble.

Architect's face flushes. "Oh, I was interrupting then?"

Gager is starting to look annoyed about not understanding and I decide to try to take control of the situation by explaining it.

"Yes, we, as people dating, sleep in the same bed. Nothing else."

"Aw." Architect pouts. "I heard some really interesting things from the Griffin dolls though."

Gager turns to her crush. Ward. Whatever. "Tell me."

I stand bolt upright. "Alright, I'm tired!" I turn to M16. "Are you tired?"

"...Of a lot of things." She gives me a halfhearted smile. "Yeah, let's pack up."

"No."

Gager's declaration stops the two of us in our tracks.

M16 is the first one to recover. "Huh?"

Gager turns to her ward. "What is this interesting thing you've heard?"

"Well!" Architect seems extremely excited. "See, when two humans really like each other, they have sex. I've heard that dolls do it too, sometimes, and it's something associated with dating."

"Sex." Gager's eyes narrow. "I see."

M16 hands me the hot package of beef tips, though neither of us are really paying attention to the food, instead watching Gager to see how much she's going to ruin the next bit of our lives.

Gager however seems completely lost in thought and I eventually turn back to my food. I need a utensil, so I pull out the pocketknife and start stabbing away at the food, trying to distract myself.

"Y'know, must couples don't have sex immediately in a relationship." M16 glancers at Gager, her tone casual. "That's a down-the-road type of thing."

"Yeah, but!" Architect jumps back into the conversation. "Dolls generally don't have those dumb hangups like humans, and anyway we don't know how long Hadwin's gonna be able to stay with us. You two should fuck before he gets killed."

Gager nods, and I grimace into my meal.

This isn't happening. It's just…

It's just so dumb. What is this, an ero doujin? Nobody seriously tells two other people to have sex. I mean, I get that Gager doesn't understand this crap because Sangvis apparently doesn't have a decent human education program, but seriously?

M16 tries once more. "Still, it's a private thing. You don't just have sex in front of people." She argues. "Even if we were ready, which we're not, there's no way we'd do it for your amusement."

"M16." Gager stands up. "You will or I will go to Elisa about your choice of base."

M16 opens her mouth to speak, but seems to think better of it and instead looks at me.

I stab the remains of my meal, glancing up at her.

Well… what next?

"Grif… you done eating?" M16 says reluctantly.

"I… I guess." I look down into the pouch, which is indeed almost empty.

Architect's face lights up. "It's time to watch the sex?"

I wince, and to my surprise, so does M16.

"N-not yet." M16 says, only for Gager to squint her eyes. "Hey! At least let the two of us clean up first! I haven't showered in days!"

"Days?" Beak snorts. "It's been weeks."

"Exactly!" M16 points. "It's not gonna work if we're dirty."

"Then go shower." Gager points out at the rain still falling outside the building. "There's plenty of water."

"Uh-" I shudder. "-that's gonna be fucking freezing."

"Yeah." M16 nods. "Humans can't survive in cold rain for long-"

Gager's laser-crossbow-thing ignites, and the two of us stare at it. "Stop. Stalling."

"Okay, okay!" M16 holds her hands up. "Fine. Grif, I'll get myself as clean as I can. What about you?"

"Uh… I have a change of clothes…" I glance at my backpack. "I could head out there and try to wash myself off a bit."

"Do it." She moves me close so she can whisper to me. "I'll see if we can get some time to talk before they pop in."

"...We're not getting out of this, are we?"

"No." She shakes her head. "Well, at least you're not that bad looking."

"Gee, thanks." I state dryly.

I grab my backpack and walk over to the entrance to the building, looking up to see the rain dripping through the trees in the dark night.

It's already cold and I haven't stripped down and stepped into the march rain yet.

Well… better freezing to death than death by laser sword, I suppose.

I unpack a change of clothes for easy wearing, grab an extra shirt to use like a towel, and start pulling off my clothes.

For once, I'm glad that the other dolls had taken to using me for… sexual favors recently, it makes it easier to strip down despite the several sets of eyes following me. It would obviously be way too much to ask for the Sangvis group to stop watching me while I take a shower. I don't blame them, but I do find it uncomfortable. Two Dinergates stop their patrols to watch me, single eye flashing in the darkening sky.

Once I'm naked, I step out into the rain-

Holy shit it's cold.

I immediately start scrubbing myself down, no soap to speak of but at least it'll get some of the dirt off of myself. I had sweat a ton when Anisim pumped that crap into me, and it'll be nice to not smell my own pits every time I lift my arm.

Still, it's fucking cold so I do all of this as fast as possible.

After barely a minute of scrubbing at myself in a hurry, I step back into the building, out of the rain and very, very cold.

The shivering refuses to stop even as I wipe as much water from my skin as I can, throw on the comparatively warm clothes, and move back towards the fire.

Architect lifts an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"

"C-c-cold." I grit out. "F-Freezing r-rain is b-bad for humans."

"I see." She glances at me curiously. "What was that thing dangling from you? I was watching you wash and there was something between your legs."

I glare at her. "...So, you really have no idea about sex then."

"Nuh uh." She shrugs. "I mean, back before Butterfly I heard some of the humans talking about it, but I never cared enough to figure it out."

"Why is it you can't just google what sex is?" I grumble.

"It's not like I'm connected to the internet. Elisa picks what we're allowed access to and sends it to us. She apparently hasn't thought we needed anything on sex."

"Great." I shiver a few more times, though the fire is starting to truly cut through the cold. "And I'm being thrown onto the altar of curiosity."

"Pretty much."

M16 pokes her head out of the back room. "Hey Grif, come here for a minute."

The others start to follow as I get up, but she stops them. "Hey, I need to discuss some things with him first." Gager frowns, but M16 shakes her head. "We're not going to start without you. Trust me, we'll only be a few minutes."

"You have five." Gager intones, and M16 nods, grabbing my wrist and pulling me deeper into the building.

"Sorry about this." M16 throws the door of her room open, kicking items to the side. "If I had known-"

"It's not your fault." I hug myself, the warmth of the fire quickly leaving me. "Gager seems… persuasive."

"She can be when she decides to." She opens a new bottle of Jack and downs about a quarter of the bottle before handing it to me. "Here."

"Er-"

"Trust me, I don't think I want either of us to be sober for this."

"...Good point." I tip the bottle, the liquid fire feeling good inside of me, fighting the cold. Some part of me understands that it's not actually helping me, but I ignore it.

M16 sits on the bed and pats the spot next to her, and I plop myself down.

She's slightly taller than me even when sitting. She's taken off her jacket revealing a white button down shirt, and her hands fiddle with the bottle in her hands.

She grabs the blanket and throws it at me, and I wrap myself in it to try to get myself a bit warmer.

"Okay… Look." She begins, her single eye tracking to look at me. "Neither of us wants this."

"N-nope."

"You've had sex before?"

"Y-yeah. A bunch." I mutter. "I get the process."

"That's good, at least. Now, I dunno if I'm attractive to you or not-"

"To be h-honest I'm not really that p-picky about looks." I shrug. "I have had a b-bunch of dolls of all types going after me, I don't think that'll be a problem." I eye her covered chest, which is not only decently large but she seems to be pretty toned, even for a doll. "You've got that reliable tomboy vibe going, and I think I can work with that."

She laughs. "Damn Grif."

"We're being candid." I shrug. "No point in denying it."

"Nah, I getcha. Just… wasn't expecting that." She drinks some more. "Doll's are jumping you, huh?"

"Yeah." I grunt. "Every time one of them is alone with me…" I look up at her. "Do… Do I need to trigger something?"

She pauses. "I disabled that a while ago, but I suppose that it would be a good idea to turn it on." She hesitates, a blush coming to her cheeks. "Er, I may not act like myself."

"Trust me, I get it." I hold my hand out for the bottle, and she lets me take a long pull. "I'll just try to pretend it didn't happen afterward."

"Same, grif. Same."

We sit in silence, putting way too much of the bottle of whiskey into ourselves, my body finally stopping the shaking sometime along the way.

"Hey." I call her attention to me.

"Hmm?"

"I'm Hadwin."

"...Hadwin, huh?" She reaches up and pulls out her braid, letting her long hair flow freely. "Thanks for telling me."

The door bursts open, three Sangvis dolls peering in.

I can't exactly keep the grimace from my face, but I do manage to hide it by turning away and tossing the blanket behind us.

Okay.

Let's just get this over with.

Gager sits down in the chair I had tried to sleep in last night, Architect sits beside the bed on the floor, and Beak leans on the wall, looking like she's disinterested.

I do my best to ignore them as I turn to M16, and the both of us get onto the bed, kneeling, facing each other.

"...Can I?" I reach forward, my question not really specific, but it doesn't really have to be.

M16 presses her chest forward, allowing me easier access to the buttons holding the fabric closed. Her eye, which had been normal up until now, suddenly gets a small red glowing heart in the center.

I start to unbutton her shirt, ignoring the multiple sets of eyes focused on me.

Just look at M16.

Only at her.

She's not wearing anything under her shirt, and when the last button is undone, the fabric falls away from her front, revealing two large breasts.

She reaches over and starts tugging at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head with little effort.

Gah, now it's even colder.

Her hands start pulling off her skirt and panties while I take off my pants, awkwardly throwing them off to the side and almost hitting Architect, who had stood up partially to see me better.

Just, ignore them. They're not here, it's all in your imagination-

M16 places a hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards her.

She lands on her back and I land on top, my hands coming up to catch my fall and instead landing on her chest, one on her clavicle and the other on her boob, which had slid to the side due to gravity.

I quickly regain my composure and start to massage both of her boobs, using the way her legs wrap around my hips to keep me from face planting right into her again.

She moves slightly as I massage, the way she twists showing me that she's at least enjoying what I'm doing, and so I continue.

I don't realize what she's doing with her hands for a second. Her nails gently trace my spine up and down, the faintest of sensations yet electrifying all the same.

Her hands came up once more, hooking around my neck and pulling me closer to her, drawing me into a kiss I hadn't expected. Long and deep, and M16 apparently really knows how to use her tongue to great effect.

I'll be brutally honest. Up until that point, my dick wasn't really going. The situation just too weird and the company just not on my radar.

That kiss though, the way she kept it rough but not painful, pulled me in…

I can feel my rapidly stiffening penis start to press into her lower body, the shaft lining up on her labia.

She lets me up slightly, and I gasp for air as she tosses me to the side, leaving me flat on my back and penis pointed straight up.

She swings herself on top, straddling me without insertion. This time, she reaches down and grabs my jaw to keep me centered as she leans down for another kiss, once more forcing all of my attention onto her rather than the three sets of eyes in the room.

My hands come up, finding her legs. My fingertips trace her thighs upwards across her hips, her sides and up around her arms into her shoulders, her skin twitching pleasantly at my touch.

Her kiss stops, only for her to hunch down and start dragging her tongue over my skin. I'm suddenly conscious of how little the rain actually did to clean me off, but M16 doesn't seem to mind. She licks my chest sliding back further and further, her lower body shifting backwards again until my dick hits her pussy once more.

Her hand goes back to guide it inside of her, her hips sinking back and her back arching as she puts her weight down.

"Ah~!"

Her voice comes out, sounding so unlike her, it almost takes me out of the moment, a feminine gasp of pleasure that I had only heard out of-

Ahhhhhh, right.

Which means, if I do-

My hands reach up and grab her face, pulling her down gently into another kiss. Once I have our lips locked, I reach my hand around, grab her ass, and squeeze.

M16's entire body seizes, her grasp on my penis strengthening considerably as she feels the wave of pleasure is sent through her circuits.

Something I had learned in the past week of being constantly assaulted by dolls looking to get off: They're really, really easy to get off. Unlike humans that need foreplay, dolls can just get themselves ready. They also can get revved up fairly easily, getting them to climax is just a matter of finding what makes them feel good and exploiting that.

My other hand goes down to grip her other ass cheek and add to the squeeze.

Her hands grab my shoulders, taking over the stabilization duties needed to keep our mouths locked together.

I do my best to pull on her ass in time with her legs moving up and down, providing the stroking motion that is bringing me closer to climax with every thrust.

Each time she comes back down, her breasts bounce off my chest, gravity pulling the oddly realistic bags of flesh onto me, the nipples poking me wherever they land.

Finally, she sits up, breaking the lip lock so she can sit upright, bringing down her full weight on top of me repeatedly, faster and faster, her eye closing as she focuses on the feelings running through her body.

I continue to pull on her, assisting with each thrust, doing my best to hold off on ejaculating until she gets her own dose of pleasure sent to her core.

Her entire body shudders, and she once more moans slightly, and I take that as my cue to let go of the tenuous hold I have on my own body, balls tightening and sending a shot straight into her body, the warm stickiness coating both her insides and myself with the white liquid.

She relaxes down on top of me, pressing her chest into me and once more giving me a long kiss as we lay there, connected.

Even as we calm down, her kissing is a lot less frantic, her body twitches here and there. I feel myself slip outside of her, my penis disgorging as it finds itself no longer in use.

Without thinking, my arms come up to embrace her, hugging her close to me like I would any of the other dolls I know.

Personally, I'm just glad she doesn't have one of those weird fetishes like 416-

Suddenly, I feel M16 get shoved, and I involuntarily let go, coming back to the sad reality that we are not alone.

We are not alone, and now there's three very curious and impatient Sangivs dolls climbing onto the bed.

Ah, shit.

The shove had knocked M16 straight out of her afterglow, her eye returning to its normal bright yellow and focusing on the doll that had pushed her, Gager.

"You… What the fuck are you-" M16 sputters, grabbing her blanket and pulling it over herself, no longer happy to have herself exposed now that the switch has been toggled off combat.

I try to scrabble myself up to a sitting position, but Architect grabs my legs and pulls me right back down, Beak looking down at my crotch.

"Make it hard again." Gager demands of me, cutting M16 off. "Now."

"Wha-" I gulp. "I-I can't j-just get it up!"

"What? Why?" Architect's brow furrows.

"Humans need to actually be attracted to someone." M16 comes to my rescue, her arms subtly going down to wipe away the sticky ooze coming from her not-quite-hidden genitals. "That's why they don't just go for anyone."

Well… good enough for the Sangvis dolls, I guess. I nod enthusiastically, trying to impress on them that this isn't going to work.

"So, if he's attracted to me-" Architect's lips purse, and then she pulls on her dress to expose a pale tit. "Hey, Grif! Do you like this?"

She looks from my face down to my exposed penis, seemingly disappointed as nothing of note happens.

She doesn't know and I don't plan on telling her that I am currently flexing my arm as hard as I can, trying to drive the blood flow to something other than getting hard.

"Stupid." Beak sighs. "It takes all of five seconds looking at human materials to see that they like big breasts." She tugs on her own clothes, letting her breasts free.

They don't move right, not made of the same material as the IOP dolls' breasts. Too stiff, and they seem to have a lot more structure inside of them, not settling due to gravity like they should.

Still, I do my best to not get another erection. I'm not even sure if I relaxed if my dick would get erect. This situation is too abnormal, but I'm not going to let it get that far.

Beak growls, reaching down and pulling down both her shorts and her panties, revealing…

Revealing…

"Er… Beak?" M16 does her best to hide her laughing. "You don't even have a hole!"

"Wha-! That's… That can't be right!" She grabs her smooth crotch, fingers playing about on the smooth plastic. "But-"

Architect pulls on her shorts, tugging aside the bottom section of her leotard and reaching down. "Oh! I do!"

"Why?!" Beak yells.

Gager frowns and also checks herself, but not as brazenly as the other two. After a few seconds of consideration, her eyes narrow. "I see."

"You see?!" Beak demands of her superior. "What do you see?"

"You and I were built after Butterfly." Gager intones. "Architect was pre-Butterfly. Seems Elisa figured it was unnecessary."

"NOOOOOO!" Beak howls, the room filling with her despairing wail. "It looked like fun! No faiiiiiiiir!"

Half an hour later, M16 and I stand outside now that the rain has ended, both fully clothed and with our own bottles of booze in hand. We've both cleaned ourselves up, but I feel like I still smell of sweat and various sex fluids, and I can only hope that it's not too obvious.

On the plus side, the exercise had gotten me warm again.

M16 had let me have my own bottle after the three Sangvis dolls had gone berserk trying to copy us. I had only managed not to get mauled by pointing out that Gager really should be having sex with Architect since that's who she actually likes.

Gager had instantly switched targets, dragging Architect into another room against her protests.

I'm not gonna even guess at how they plan to copy us. I'm kinda too tired.

"I'll say this, Haddy."

My eye twitches.

Right, I told her my name. Wasn't the best idea in hindsight, but-

"For all your worthlessness in combat, you're a pretty decent lover."

I sigh. "I can do dolls. Haven't tried humans, and not really eager to."

She smirks. "What, not up for the challenge?"

"Nah, y'all are easy to please, sure, but with the amount of dolls that keep going after me, adding a human to the mix would drain me dry."

"I see."

We both drink a swig from our respective bottles. My vision is beginning to swim, but I don't really care.

I don't wanna remember tonight if at all possible.

"So, I'm curious. How did you know I like my ass grabbed?" M16 turns to me, eye serious.

"..." I had been dreading this question ever since I came back down off my sex high. "Thought we agreed this didn't happen?"

"Humor me. We'll forget it tomorrow."

In the background, Architect's screams can be heard as Gager does… something to her.

"Okay, earlier when I said that I'm not interested in your sisters?"

Her eye shifts to me, glaring.

"The opposite isn't true. I've already had RO and Sop jump my bones." I slug back more Whiskey, hoping that maybe alcohol poisoning will finish me off before M16 has the chance. "They also like their ass squeezed. RO especially. She's got that complex about her tits-"

"Yeah, you can shut up now."

"Shutting up."

The two of us continue to down the whiskey.

"Fine." She mutters eventually. "As long as they're happy with you. You better not make them cry!" Her hand reaches out and grabs my shoulder hard. "If you make them cry I'll find the most painful way a human can die and put you through that for as long as possible."

"Trust me." I shiver. "I don't want that."

A naked Architect runs past us, screaming incoherently as she runs out into the forest without anything in her possession.

…Y'know, it's fascinating how quickly you get desensitized to naked women when you see them in non-sexy situations.

Seconds later, Gager shows up, also naked and holding something in her hands. It looks like an amalgamation of an office chair piston and some cardboard tubing stuffed with paper towels and wrapped with tape.

It's approximately the shape of a penis, which makes me nervous.

"Where did she go?"

Both M16 and I pointed out the way Architect had disappeared.

Gager nods and runs after her.

"What was that?"

"A dildo." M16 grunts. "Probably."

"Not a very comfortable one."

"Dunno if Gager cares."

I drain more out of the bottle. "God, I'm glad you redirected her."

"Yeah…"

I look up at the stars, what little I can see through the trees. I can't identify any of them, I'm way too drunk for that, but I at least can appreciate their bright beauty.

M16 seems to follow my gaze, and for a while we both stand there in silence.

At least, right up until the barrel of a gun pokes into my side.

Being drunk, I don't freeze, but instead, turn in mild surprise to find a furious pair of bright green eyes staring back at me.

"Oh, hey 416-"

The last thing I recall for a bit is the sight of her fist rearing back and launching at my face.