Well Polished

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="http://vatnalilja.neocities.org/pathfinder.png" width="85%" alt="Well Polished">](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[##Well Polished](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[an explicit Pathfinder/Reader fiction This may seem name heavy--it's to provide clarity for all pronoun options. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[Start->Explanation]]]

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''This is what you entered:'' Pronouns (Uppercase): $She, $Hernotposs, $Herposs, $Hers Pronouns (lowercse): $she, $hernotposs, $herposs, $hers First name: $firstname If that looks correct, please [[Start Here->Page One]] If ''not'', please click the curved back arrow above in the upper left hand corner to re-enter the information.

<center> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/IEWD3hQ.png" alt="" width="75" height="75" /> </center>The stew, as always, was delicious. Pathfinder's company was reliably good and his cooking had gotten better. He had even surprised $firstname by bringing along a bottle of wine $she particularly enjoyed, which $she polished off since he had no way of helping. "How was it?" the MRVN asked, simply sitting and watching. "Wonderful," $firstname said as $she sat back in $herposs chair. "You picked a good bottle, too. You never fail to impress, you know that?" "Mirage mentioned you enjoyed this style." "Excuse me, what?" $she asked. "I learned quite a bit about you from both Mirage and Octane in our last match together." "Oh, do explain." $firstname set $herposs glass down on the table. "For example, I learned that in order to make you sing like a canaria, there's a particular spot about three inches--" $firstname held up $herposs hand and Pathfinder stopped. $Herposs face flushed in annoyance. Not at him, even though the fact that he learned these things didn't thrill $hernotposs, but with the boys, who apparently couldn't help running their mouths about $herposs private life. "Did they tell you this?" "No, but I overheard it." $firstname could practically hear the two of them snickering with each other at the top of a tower, not paying any attention to their third squad member simply because he was a MRVN. They both had the individual capability to be obnoxious--together, they were undoubtedly worse. It was hard not to be annoyed, but it wasn't his fault. $She quashed the feeling with a shake of $herposs head and finished the wine in a single gulp. "If you like, I could use what I've learned to make you sing. I'd like to hear that." Pathfinder's tone was as cheerful as ever, without a hint of shame about what he was saying. $firstname could only chuckle at the absurdity as $she stood and started to clear the table. Hell, everyone seemed to assume that $she fucked the damn robot already. $She paused and studied him for a moment. What would that even be like? It wasn't as if he had the equipment. "Hypothetically, how would you do that?" $she asked. Pathfinder lifted his long, articulated fingers and fanned them. "You've actually considered this, haven't you?" "I have!" $firstname shook $herposs head, but Pathfinder registered the small smile on $herposs face. He followed $hernotposs to the kitchen and hovered behind $hernotposs as $she put the dishes in $herposs sink. $She turned to him and put $herposs hands on the bar on his chassis, humming in thought. "What would you get out of it?" $firstname asked. "The satisfaction of helping a friend." "That's not good enough. I know you don't feel emotion in the way humans do, but is there any sensation you enjoy? A sensation you prefer or seek?" Pathfinder processed $herposs question for a moment. "There is a moment after I interface with a survey beacon where my system receives a small jolt I find particularly interesting." "Those beacons weren't exactly designed to interface with MRVNs. That shock is undoubtedly from the incompatibilities in your systems. You enjoy that?" "It is unexpected." $firstname patted his chest. "Just like you." $firstname did want to know what he could do, there was no denying it. Would being with him feel cold and detached? That was hard to imagine. He had plenty of personality and was far more uplifted than any other MRVN $she'd met. It was particularly humancentric to say he didn't feel emotions. He had proven that he had his own way of individually processing experiences. $firstname knew this curiosity was going to one day get $hernotposs in a precarious situation $she couldn't talk $herposs way out of, but $she hadn't gotten there yet. "Alright," $she said. "Let's do this. You only live once, right?" "I was hoping you would say yes," Pathfinder said. "Really?" $she asked as $she started pulling off $herposs pants. Pathfinder helped steady $hernotposs, his long arm wrapping around $herposs waist. The vibe in the room was odd. This was apparently something they were both interested in, but there was a complete lack of hormones. To say it felt like an intermediate step between $herposs vibrator and sex wasn't accurate, either. $She felt emotionally attached to him but hadn't ever actually considered him as a partner. He was a MRVN, for fuck's sake. "Yes, really," Pathfinder said. "New experiences are great. Especially ones with friends." $firstname kicked $herposs pants away and then pulled $herposs shirt over $herposs head. $She didn’t think it necessary, but being half-dressed seemed odd. Before long, $she stood nude next to the MRVN, looking up at him. The strangest thing was that he had no face. It took $hernotposs some time to get used to talking to him casually, since he had no eyes on which to focus. $She then wondered where they should do this. Did $she take him to the bedroom? The sofa? He was literally a robot and in excellent condition, so his comfort was less of an issue. But without all of the emotional connection that usually went along with sex (intended or otherwise), $she didn’t know where to begin. $Herposs anxiety was absolved when he effortlessly turned $hernotposs around. $Herposs heart jumped as the MRVN leaned $hernotposs onto the countertop. This was actually happening. Pathfinder held his hand out and rotated it in its cuff until the entire thing was upside down. Then, without very little fanfare, his fingers probed $herposs pussy. The whole thing felt very awkward, nothing about it registering in $herposs mind as erotic. $She looked over $herposs shoulder, wondering if there was a moment this would stop feeling so sterile and start to feel like sex. "Do you... know what you're doing?" $firstname asked. "I've done research," he said, ever in good spirits. Whatever hesitation $she felt, he lacked altogether. His fingers were noticeably cool as they pushed into $hernotposs and $she felt his thumb press up against $herposs clit. An all too familiar tingle lit up $herposs lower half at the attention. $She stepped each foot out slightly, making it easier for him to manipulate $hernotposs. It quickly became easy to appreciate his abilities, his fingertips caressing $hernotposs from the inside as his thumb rubbed $herposs clit in a perfect circle. It went from practically nothing to a hell of a lot all at once. "Holy fuck," $firstname said in surprise. "Is it good?" he asked. "Yeah, Path. It's perfect." $She rested $herposs forehead in $herposs hands, enjoying the stimulation. It was more than good--it was amazing. He didn't falter; his speed remained precisely the same. It was slow to start and $she let $hernotposs-self float in the feeling. "Faster," $firstname said after a while. "Please." "Of course," he said. His fingers sped up immediately and $firstname let out a small cry at the sudden change in intensity. Without thinking, $she shifted $herposs weight onto $herposs toes as $she pushed $herposs ass up into the air further. The demanding ache began to well within $hernotposs and $herposs body no longer seemed to mind the source of the pleasure. It didn't take much more before it hit, his attention was so precise. $Herposs head suddenly felt full as everything seemed to blank out of existence except for a quiet whine between $herposs ears. $She couldn't even hear the high-pitched noise streaming from $hernotposs, half moan, half sustained note. Every bit of $herposs body clenched and then finally gave way, $herposs legs going weak as $she practically dangled from the countertop. He withdrew his hand, and with a deft finesse $firstname couldn't even appreciate at that moment, he lifted $hernotposs into his arms and carried $hernotposs through the flat until he found $herposs bedroom. He laid $hernotposs on the bed and sat on its edge, watching $herposs chest rise and fall as $she murmured in pleasure. $Herposs lower body occasionally convulsed, visibly pulsing with pleasure. "That was intense," $firstname muttered. "And fast. Holy shit, that was fast." "I can do it again," he said, the screen on his chest flashing with a large heart. "I'm gonna need like ten minutes," $firstname said with a laugh. "Can you do me a different favor?" "Always!" "Can we keep this between you and me? I don't need to get any crap from anyone about this." "It'll be our secret," he said. "Besides, I don't want to disappoint any of my fans." $Herposs eyebrows shot up and $she turned $herposs head in the pillows toward him. "What do you mean? Do you get... love letters from fans?" "Yes! Some of them are even explicit." It wasn't a surprise, really. Not after what had just happened. Thinking on it, $she couldn’t have been the first person to fuck around with a MRVN. Humans were filthy creatures focused on sexual pleasure and had a long obsession with robots. But $she hadn't considered that he had robot fetishists for fans. "Huh," $she said, folding $herposs hands behind $herposs head. "Would you... let me read them?" "If you promise to keep it private. My fan letters are very special to me." "I promise." "I have them all right here," he said, patting his chest. "Would you like to read them now?" "Show me your favorites," $firstname said. $She grabbed his arm and gently tugged him into bed with $hernotposs. He sat with his back against the wall and $she climbed into his lap, which $she covered with bedding first since his legs weren't exactly comfortable to sit on. His screen brought up a chunk of text which $she realized was a letter. For a long while, $she sat there with him, practically giggling as $she periodically covered $herposs mouth in response to what $she read. Pathfinder was right. There was a surprising number of extremely thirsty letters from fans who more than adored him. "I hadn't considered you'd get fan mail like this, Path," $she said. "I am in a unique position. Before joining the games, no one expressed any interest in me in any way. Can I ask your opinion as a human?" "Sure. I'll do my best." "Do these people like me because of my unique qualities or simply because I am famous?" $She scrolled through the pages of letters and tilted $herposs head back and forth. What $she saw in the mail was an appreciation for him specifically. Sure, the fetishists latched onto him, but only because of his uplifted qualities. There wasn't another Mark III out there like him. "People like you because you are one of a kind. Even in the normal letters, people express how special they think you are. And to be honest, you're famous because of these qualities," $she said. "Is that why you like me, $firstname?" "I just like you, Path. From the moment you wandered into my workshop looking for some tools. You've always been nice to me, so I've been nice in return. That's how friendship works." "I love being your friend," he said. "You're such a beautiful robot, Path," $firstname said, smiling again at him. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[Continue->Page Two]]]

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<center> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/IEWD3hQ.png" alt="" width="75" height="75" /> </center>$She had gone from virtually (and quite involuntarily) celibate and married to $herposs job, to one text message away from having $herposs brain melted by a lover of choice. With Octavio, $she'd get high as hell and let him hammer on $hernotposs for hours. Elliott worshiped $herposs body, so long as $she returned the favor--$she had even gotten used to his dupes in bed with them. And then there was sweet Pathfinder, who could only focus on $hernotposs since he had no way to experience sexual pleasure himself. $She had been devising a way to solve that particular dilemma with $herposs engineering knowledge, inspired by some of the suggestions $she'd seen in his tawdry fan letters. Now he sat on $herposs sofa and $she readied $hernotposs-self to present $herposs solution, which felt a bit weird. "So, my wonderfully metal friend, you mentioned that you like the jolt you get from interfacing with beacons," $firstname said. "That's true," he said. "Well, I dug into the files from some of those beacons that's you've used and compared to the data I have on you. And I was able to use that knowledge to make you... well, it's a bit embarrassing to say out loud," $firstname said as $she rubbed the back of $herposs neck. "Maybe I'll just show you." $She got up and disappeared into $herposs bedroom for a bit, then returned holding a large toolbox. $She sat back down and cleared $herposs throat as $she opened the lid, revealing an extremely phallic-looking device, something like a dildo with several wires and hookups braided out the back end. "What is it?" he asked, the naiveté in his voice almost too much. "Stand up." He did as instructed and $firstname lifted the device from the box. $She had designed it to notch into the gap between his legs where they met his chassis, which was where $she slid it. $She pulled a few tools from the box and peered around behind him, tugging a small panel open to reveal some of his wiring. There, $she hooked the device into him and set the panel in the toolbox as to not lose it. "Can I access your code? I know it's a lot to ask, but it's a few small alterations and I can change them back before you leave," $she said, looking at him. It was a little surreal to see him standing there with $herposs questionable creation strapped onto him. "I trust you totally and completely," he said. For some reason, $she blushed at the sentiment. Of the nights he had been in $herposs bed, making $hernotposs writhe, this was the thing that made $hernotposs feel a hint of shyness. $She stood and put $herposs hands on the keypad at his screen. He brought up his software for $hernotposs and $she poked around for a few minutes until $she felt satisfied with the integration. "How does it work?" he asked. $Herposs throat had gone dry and $she cleared it again while $she reached down, giving the device a small squeeze. His fingers curled slightly in reaction. "Applying pressure causes that interference you seem to enjoy. A little pressure, a little interference. More sustained pressure will eventually lead to a version of the short you experience with the beacon." "You are a very good friend," he said. $She peeled $herposs clothes off and kicked them to the side. "Well, I'm not totally selfless," $firstname said, taking his hand to pull him down with $hernotposs as $she sat on the sofa. $She hooked $herposs hands under $herposs knees and pulled $herposs legs up toward $herposs chest, flashing him a full view of $herposs pussy. He had done enough research to know what came next. He had indexed thousands of images and videos so he would be prepared to please his friend, even though he had not anticipated this. He pushed his new addition inside of $hernotposs, making $hernotposs groan softly. The size and shape of the strap-on were not accidentally perfect. $She had made it, after all. It was hard and sleek, without the pliable forgiveness of flesh, but conformed to $hernotposs and hit all of the right places. His hands replaced $firstname's under $herposs knees, his hold was firmer than $she expected as he began thrusting himself in and out of $hernotposs. It intensified further when $she squeezed $herposs pelvic muscles. "Does it feel good?" $firstname asked. "Is it working?" "It is definitely working as you intended," he said. $firstname watched the code scroll by rapidly on his screen, occasionally freezing for a fraction of a second before continuing on. When the code stuttered, $she noticed that his movements did as well. $She couldn't help but grin at $herposs apparent success, continuing to flex $herposs muscles around him. There was enough enjoyment for $hernotposs in merely watching him that $she didn't bother with $herposs own. $She'd had plenty recently as it was and it still felt wonderful. He continued his thrusting for several more minutes, the hitch in his programming occurring more and more often as the seconds went by. Finally, his screen went black and he uttered a single, almost confused "Oh" before briefly slumping into $hernotposs. He was heavy but had fallen in a way that wasn't uncomfortable, most of his weight against the sofa. And only a few moments later, $she felt his systems whir back to life. He sat up, his hand gripping the top of the sofa behind $hernotposs. "I seem to have had a system-wide error from the interference," he said. "It was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it before! Can we do it again?" "Right now?" "I would like that very much. And this time, I won't forget to bring you to orgasm!" His enthusiasm and lack of subtlety would take getting used to, but his "refractory period" already passed, after all. One of the many bonuses of having sex with a robot, $she mused. Even speed-freaks had their limitations. "Let me tweak the code a bit. I didn't mean for you to straight-up pass out," $firstname said. Since it was right in front of $hernotposs, $she sat up a bit and dug back into his code, making the necessary tweaks. $She had plenty of ideas for his strength and didn't need him collapsing when the sensation became too great. Besides, she didn't need to be pinned under half ton MRVN. "Have you fixed it?" he asked as $firstname committed the changes, which he felt go into effect immediately. "I'm not sure. The only way to tell is more unit testing," $she said. He untangled himself from $hernotposs and stood, then grabbed $hernotposs and hefted $hernotposs up against him. $She let out a cross between a laugh and a surprised cry, grabbing onto the bars on his shoulders. He held $hernotposs effortlessly as $she wrapped $herposs legs around his waist and leaned $herposs weight backward. $She felt the blush spread down from $herposs cheeks along $herposs neck and across $herposs chest, the whole thing still incredibly surreal. They had a long night of perfecting code ahead of them and he seemed eager.