Hey y'all! Welcome to Ninjago: After Dark, aka Soulie's Spree of Sordid and Saucy Shenanigans!

Okay, so, I want more peeps to be able to read my Xmas fanfic from a couple years ago, but there's some overt sexual stuff in it that kept it in the M rating, so I'm taking it out and putting it here.

I will be putting other naughty one-shots in here, as and when they strike me, so hopefully you'll enjoy my beginner's adventures in penning erotica.

Please be kind to me, I'm new to this! Thank you!

NOTE: This chapter in particular was originally part of chapter 4 of Wonderful Christmastime, so keep it to hand if you want the full experience.


Zane smiled to himself as he turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up a little before stepping in. Not that the temperature made much difference to him, but he liked the residual steam that came from using hot water. He rinsed his face and hair, and the water droplets trickled down his body in a very soothing manner. Although not a one for admiring himself, Zane looked down at his body; he was a droid, but externally, he had everything a human of his programmed gender had... quite literally. Would it really matter if Pixal didn't?

"Of course not," he said aloud, answering his own question. "I love Pixal, nothing will change that."

He turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around himself – the temple was empty when he got into the shower, but that didn't mean it was still empty now that he was out. He walked over to his room, to find the door ajar, which wasn't how he left it.

An intruder? He thought.

Zane took a deep breath and launched himself through the door in a defensive pose, ready for battle... only to find Pixal looking incredibly jittery.

"Pixal? Forgive me, I did not expect to see you here." He apologised.

"I am very sorry," mumbled a startled Pixal as she bowed. "I did not expect you to come in without knocking first."

"This is my room, typically you only knock before entering the room of someone else." Zane explained.

"Oh yes, so it is, I was wondering why Nya's ninja attire was suddenly white and silver." She smiled.

Zane looked at Pixal, wearing only lilac shorts and one of his haori jackets, and stifled a growl that threatened to rumble from his throat. He fixated on her, standing cutely in his room wearing very little, and struggled to maintain his composure.

"Is everything alright Zane?" She questioned, noticing he was covered only by a towel about his waist.

"Yes, of course," He replied, his voice a notch or two deeper than usual. "would you like to sit down?"

"Thank you." She said, taking a seat on his bed as he sat next to her.

"You look very cute in this." Zane grinned, touching the lapels of the haori which was draped over her shoulders and catching a glimpse of her bare chest underneath it.

Pixal smiled and put one hand on her cheek. She could feel her external circuits getting hotter the longer she looked at him; he was sitting so close to her, water was dripping from his body, and with nothing but a towel to prevent their bare legs from touching, there was much to get overheated about.

Zane bit his lip and found himself slipping into the same wanton haze as last night.

"Pixal..." He whispered, his voice exuding a rich longing.

"Zane, there's something you must know," She squeaked. "this body is not like my previous one, there is something... new about it."

"I noticed that you now have a malleable outer dermal layer," He specified. "last night, when I held you, I could feel the softness."

"Yes, but that is not what I am referring to." She mentioned.

"It is your eyes then," He insisted, placing his hand under her chin and gently raising it so he could see her verdant eyes more clearly. "there is an undeniable glitter in them, it is like looking into a galaxy of stars."

"Perhaps, but I have not examined them to that extent." She admitted, her face getting even hotter than she ever thought possible.

"Pixal, I love you for being you," He gently kissed her cheek. "nothing can change that."

"I do not understand why I have this particular feature, it is not a charging port and it creates a strange pulsation whenever you look at me..." She grabbed his hand and thrust it directly into her shorts, squarely between her legs. "Tell me; what is it? What purpose does it serve?"

Several more fuses exploded as Zane realised exactly what Pixal had done. As she held his hand to such an intimate area, he realised it was hot and slightly moist. A shiver ran up Zane's spine. Pixal watched as his eyes became intense and desirous, and just feeling his hot, lustful breath on her cheek was very exciting for her. He briefly kissed her lips and, without a word, took her free hand and placed it underneath the towel he had round his waist.

"I do not understand." She stated as she touched the long, hard feature beneath his towel.

"What you have and what I have, they fit together," He managed to say while she was groping him in confusion. "it is something humans do; it is a pleasurable bonding ritual that helps perpetuate the species, but for A.I. like us, it is for bonding and pleasure alone."

"So, it is another way for us to connect!" She excitedly declared.

Zane nodded at her. Her smiling face soon fell slightly as she looked at him with great apprehension in her eyes.

"I am concerned that it will not fit into my port without damage." She expressed worriedly.

"The last thing I want is to hurt you," Zane promised. "if you want me to stop, just say so."

Pixal was not entirely sure how this would work, but she trusted Zane completely. As he moved forward to kiss her, and she kissed him back, she could feel her body gently falling onto the softness of his bed. He leaned directly over her, his piercing blue eyes glanced at her lovingly as he peppered her with gentle kisses. Pixal could not explain the electrical signals surging through her body, but so consuming was his touch that her mind could not focus on anything else.

Zane briefly withdrew his kisses, and instead softly caressed her lips with his tongue, causing her to shiver. After a few moments he placed his mouth over hers and kissed her longingly, fervently; savouring every second of delicious contact. It was just like their encounter on the roof, only now they were alone, with no one to distract them and no clothes to get in the way. Well, almost. He gently tugged on her shorts, indicating a frantic need to have her. She raised her hips, slid off her shorts and tossed them aside, brushing against him as she did so.

The momentary contact caused him to draw a sharp intake of breath. He shuddered wildly and growled at her, removing the towel from his waist. Zane put his hands on her breasts and gently squeezed them, which caused Pixal to let out a loud, glorious moan. The soft dermal layer was especially plump there, and it was a luscious experience for both of them. Every sensual sound that spilled from her lips made him throb. His breathing became heavy and desperate, he wanted her so badly. She groaned as he moulded her body in his hands, and his rigid structure teasingly rubbed against her.

He stroked his right hand delicately down her stomach, all the way to her most sensitive area. Slowly, he began to stimulate the tenderness inside, earning some more erotic tones from her. She began to writhe and arch her back at his soothing touch, making the sweetest sounds of enjoyment with every stroke. It seemed the more he touched her, the more lubricated she became. For a moment, he had an out of body experience. Was this really happening? Where did he learn all this? He was touching her as if he had done this before – as if he knew his way around her body despite this being their first time – his movements were automatic; something was guiding everything he did. He watched her face contort with pleasure while subtle moans escaped her lips, and his intensifying passion overtook his logical mind.

All thoughts of how or why were drowned out by her vocal mewling. He paused the sensuous affection he had been lavishing on her and raised her hips with both hands. He placed himself right at her entrance and hesitated.

"Pixal, are you ready?" He questioned.

"I want you, Zane," She purred. "make me yours."

Slowly, gently, he entered into her, stopping frequently to make sure she was okay. Her face emulated nothing but pleasure, but he continued to be tender regardless. This was the first time for both of them, and he was determined for it to be enjoyable for both of them also. After a few moments of gradual movements towards her, he managed to get inside her completely; he shivered erratically – her walls were hot, wet and silky soft, enveloping him like a dripping satin tongue. Even just grinding against her felt amazing, something she obviously felt as well, as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. He withdrew a little before lightly thrusting into her, eliciting a most delightful groaning sound as he continued the tender rocking motion.

"Oh Zane..." She gasped, placing her hands over her head and spreading her legs a little wider.

She wanted more of him, as much as he was able to give. He obliged her silent request by moving slightly faster than he had been, gently building up speed as he placed her right leg over his shoulder. Her vocalisations seemed to get stronger – more urgent – in this new position, and it made him all the more excited. Stimulated by both her body and her voice, he lifted her onto his lap, still passionately thrusting into her.

"Pixal..." He murmured.

She placed her arms round his neck, pulling him deeper into their intoxicating embrace. Just the feeling of her breasts pushing against him was fiercely erotic and his legs were shaking from the intense sexual indulgence. Droplets of shower water still on his body soon evaporated into a steamy mist as his body went into a white hot overdrive. Her squeals of delight were like music to his ears as he glanced at the stunning beauty pressed against him. He absorbed the image of her face, overcome with sultry satisfaction and moaning deliriously.

"Zane... something... is happening," She panted in ecstasy. "I feel... strange..."

"I… feel it too…" He breathed as he continued pushing into her. "do you… want to… stop?"

"No!"

She clung to him harder, simultaneously tightening her grip on him elsewhere. It was enough to push both of them over the edge, as a euphoric wave of energy forced Pixal into soft reboot. Mere milliseconds later, Zane too felt the rapturous swell of release. He held onto her as a surge of electrical charge transferred into her body. After a minute of savouring their respective ecstasy, they smiled at each other, panting softly. Seconds later, sparks started flying and they both shut down, passing out in each other's arms.