“Aw, the nice! But yeh cannae wrap a present in front o’ me and no’ expect me t’open it, lass!”
This was really bad. Like, not going to plan at all. Pepito’s mind was racing, which was already asking a lot, as she desperately tried to figure out what to do. Her sister had given her some extra space that afternoon to make things a little more romantic with Rika, which meant that nobody would be disturbing them any time soon; awesome, except that Rika wasn’t home. Unbeknownst to Pepito, Earthlings frequently get roped into working unplanned overtime on their way out the door, and today was no exception.
***
Earlier that morning, some plans had changed. Ruby, frustrated with two hours spent fighting a totalled Blue Lady for Julian’s attention, had returned to the apartment to tend to herself while everyone was busy. As she lazed in the pile of pillows and blankets that had been set in the corner for her in place of a bed, she noticed a peculiarly costumed Pepito hurrying about and making herself extremely… useful. Dusting? Polishing? Washing? Fixing? Apparently not observing, since she was too busy to notice the reclined, seven-foot cyborg silently watching her work from the sidelines.
It was rather amusing to spy while a hardened criminal fussed around in frills unawares, until she disappeared into the kitchen and didn’t return. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Ruby made herself modest, climbed to her feet, and followed. No Pepito in sight, but two neat glasses of some unknown libation sat unattended on the counter. Suddenly, it all made sense: This was obviously a seduction. Of whom? She had a sneaking suspicion it was a surprise for one of their two Earthborn hosts. She smirked as she picked up both glasses, deciding to have a little fun at the younger D’bo sister’s expense. As she tossed them back, one seemed a tad fizzier than the other, but she was probably just imagining it.
***
The more Pepito struggled, the tighter Ruby gripped her ankles, and it seemed like they weren’t anywhere close to the limit of how hard her hydraulic fingers could squeeze. Her joints popped as Ruby spread her legs apart even wider, and she yelped as they bent a little past where they probably should have stopped. The cyborg’s eyes were totally glazed over, her pupils dilated into dinner plates; Zukie’s ‘ace in the hole’ apparently metabolized even faster in mechanical guts than it was supposed to in biological ones. Great feedback for the sisterly chat later, but at that exact moment, it was her least favorite science fact.
She tried to pull her hands free again, but each time she did, Ruby’s belly pushed the tubes in deeper. She’d apparently noticed, too. She wiggled excitedly, the glass bulb in her navel clicking rhythmically against the silvery caps. Pepito felt the other ends rubbing against the limits of her insides, and decided that this was easily the second worst date she’d been on in recent memory. It was taking all of her limited concentration to stay unclenched as the slippery buttons lining Ruby’s law enforcement toys went in and out, threatening recapture at any moment…
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