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He saw them in 1010.
His friends, his squad.
Some days he could handle it.
Others, he couldn't.
This was on top of his complicated feelings towards them as their creator.
It didn't help that they viewed him as like a father to them at times, even though he wasn't such thing.
After all... What kind of father takes advantage of them like he does?
Haym. The youngest member of 1010. The ray of sunshine, the bundle of joy. He was always so happy and full of life, trying to cheer everyone else up.
But on the inside, he was hurting. Hurting so, so much. He never wanted to draw attention to it, because that would take attention away from others, and he couldn't abide by that.
But Neon couldn't stand to see him sad, he couldn't stand to see the youngest member of 1010 ache like that.
"N-Neon, ple-he-hease!"
Deft hands skittering all over his vulnerable torso, getting at every last exposed bit of silicone skin. He knew all his weak spots like the back of his hand, having meticulously made every nerve-ending himself.
Haym was sensitive to certain sensations, to the point of being easily addicted to them. He loved sensation play, overstimulation... Tickling... And Neon was more than happy to oblige him.
His rather large dick, unfitting for his effeminate frame, was already hard and twitching, straining as it would ooze little pearls of pre out and stick to his stomach. His face was twisted in such a beautiful way, a wobbly smile and eyes screwed shut as he tried to squirm as much as he was allowed.
The combat-grade restraints keeping his arms bolted to the bed didn't allow for much movement as it was.
"Please what, soldier? You need to be concise and clear..." Neon said, a hint of digitized seduction to his voice as Haym could only wriggle around under him. Neon was straddling him, using his hips to pin him down. His own cock was out, grinding against Haym's dick.
Haym couldn't answer him, opting to let out more joyous laughs instead.
It made Neon's heart clench... He sounded just like him, one of his comrades... His name the same. He would always boost morale whenever him and others were down, and his laugh was infectious. Of course, he had a similar weakness to tickling as well, and the image of his chest heaving late at night while the others covered his mouth to help silence him, holding his arms down and keeping his legs from kicking, while Neon worked him over and watched his dick harden... It gave him comfort on many a lonely night.
He was glad that when the missile came down, he was gone in an instant. He blinked and missed it, and part of him was relieved. Because that meant he never truly saw him go...
Haym shuddered, cumming once more as Neon focused under his arms. He made a beautiful little whine for him as he did so, and Neon bent down to press a static kiss to him, zapping his forehead with the tiniest spark.
Pulling away, he watched as Haym took in deep breaths, something he didn't need to do as a robot but Neon programmed in anyways, something to help with cooling when overheating. His cheeks were almost blindingly yellow, and he felt so proud, knowing that he caused that...
His beautiful, giggly little bot... He felt his heart ache with love for him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop his fingers from wiggling their way back down his sides, getting another shivery laugh from him.
He could spend more time with him...
He never thought about himself, the second youngest member of 1010. He said he didn't like it, that he preferred pleasing others more.
It was rather scary how much he lined up with the comrade he was based on.
Not just in the way he acted, but in how he looked.
His body used to be bland and identical to the rest of the band, but now he was rather large, fat, like a bear in a way.
He had messy hair and a crooked smile, a tender gaze, and people were just drawn to him.
Some people had innocent intentions. Others did not, and he suffered greatly for them, having experienced a horrific sexual assault a few years back.
Aside from the obvious trauma, it also affected him in other ways…
“Harder- Fuck, h-harder, Neon-!”
Much like the Eloni he was based on, he was one of the kinkier people Neon knew. Heavily into pain play and masochistic to the core, he loved the sting and burn of it.
Arms tied above him high enough to make him stand on his tiptoes, Eloni was writhing as a bullwhip was brought down on his and back time and time again. His silicone skin was torn in a few places, thick oil oozing out from the gashes in a facsimile of blood.
Neon's hand was steady, marking his creation up as his sweet cries made even sweeter music. God, was everything about him perfect, trying to please him even when in pain?
Memories of whipping and spanking his friend, stubbing cigarettes out on his flawless skin floated to the forefront of Neon's mind. He knew him back from home, and he cherished the aftercare and tender moments he had with him after each session, pressing kisses to that plush tummy of his.
He was so kindhearted. To a fault. And it was clear as day when he didn't even think twice about jumping on a grenade to save the rest of the squad.
Eloni the robot, meanwhile, was panting, tears streaking his cheeks as Neon lowered him from his bondage. Already grabbing some tools from nearby to heal up his skin, Neon got right to work.
Whispering words of praise to his sweet little bot, pressing electric kisses to each freshly healed scar. Eloni made precious little sounds that went straight to Neon's heart, organic and swelling with love for his green beacon of joy.
Zimelu was the middle child and the problem child. Rebellious and temperamental, he was the fighting spirit of the band.
He was an insane little pyromaniac growing up, and he always back-talked Neon. He caused him many a headache over the years.
But like the close friend he was based on, he had a soft spot and an easy way to tame him…
“Hnnn… Hnnngh…”
Biting down on a bit gag, his sharp teeth unable to do much but chew on it, he was catching his breath after being spanked enough to make his ass look as red as his hair. His hands were of course tied behind his back, as well.
The word “WHORE” was emblazoned across his oddly soft cheeks. His other cheeks, meanwhile, were also a blindingly bright red as Neon inspected the aftermath.
“I think you've finally learned your lesson, soldier…” Neon said, groping a cheek and getting a ragged grunt in return. Zimelu nodded slightly, having long entered subspace already. He seemed almost sleepy and dozy.
Neon ordered him to roll over and bare his chest to him, and Zimelu did so with a whimper. His cock was achingly hard, and he knew what was next…
Years ago, Neon would suck on the real Zimelu’s nipples, using his tongue to mercilessly tease them. His moans were like music to his ears, and the muscular soldier would melt under his touch. For now, the robot Zimelu would make do with the ticklish zaps raining down on his hard little peaks.
Neon remembered the banter the two of them would have, stationed out in such a remote area. More often than not, he would be in the bottom, getting his ass filled with that sinfully huge cock and fucked to incoherence. But sometimes, he would be in control of making that man into a shivering puddle…
His snarky exterior held a soft heart. He always looked out for others, sometimes even neglecting himself in the process.
It was an accident, what happened to him. A faulty blade came spinning off, and before any could react, it was embedded in his skull, right down the middle of his face.
Neon didn't even realize that he made Zimelu's weapon eerily similar to that haunting display until after the fact.
Zimelu groaned into the gag, finally cumming after Neon zapped his nipples enough times. Sticky and sweaty, he felt Neon pull the gag out as strands of saliva clung to it.
A comforting hand stroked through his hair, brushing it out of his face. The unruly little spitfire tamed once more.
Neon's heart ached when he nuzzled into his hand, just like the original used to...
Purl-hew was the second oldest member of 1010. He was quiet, aloof, and obedient to a fault.
The man he was based on was, as well. The man was also similar in a way that made his heart clench…
Ever since 1010 got extra upgrades, they acquired the ability to switch between a penis and a pussy, even have both of them out at the same time. Purl preferred to use his pussy over his penis most of the time, and…
That just reminded him of the original Purl-hew…
A trans man with a handsome face, a stare that could disarm even the most experienced of charmers, his own “battle scars” as Neon had taken to calling them (much to his adorable embarrassment), and a perfect pussy between his legs.
He was beautiful. Neon was doomed the second he saw him.
Long nights at sea lead each other to know their bodies like the backs of their hands. Neon wished he still had his mouth, that he could still taste because fuck, he missed it... He would make him cum so many times with his mouth, his tongue...
But, he could still make the robot Purl-hew lose his mind to pleasure.
"..."
Purl was ordered to ride a sybian by Neon. He was apprehensive at first, but if Neon asked him to do something, he would do it and not question it.
His arms tied behind his back and his legs bolted down to the floor with combat-grade restraints, Purl-hew was shivering, all his focus on holding his moans back. Neon told him not to make a sound, after all. And it was getting harder and harder to follow that simple command...
Neon watched as the brutal vibrator buzzed away at full speed, on the highest setting. Purl was already covered in sweat, teeth grit as his eyes were completely clouded. His glasses were nearby, Neon not wanting Purl to be able to hide behind them.
It was always so fun to rid both Purl's of their last line of defense, after all.
Memories of making out with the original, fingering him and teasing his clit as he would try to keep his voice down, so as not to alert any of the other crew. Making him lick his wetness up and off his fingers afterwards.
The times that they fucked... Neon pulled out all except one. It was about time for them to come home anyways, only a month away. He was more than okay with the implication, and they even started to plan.
But when their boat fought against hard currents one day, he was flung overboard and into a whirlpool. Watching as his lover disappeared from his sight, Neon felt his heart break.
"Cum for me."
Purl didn't need any encouragement as he squealed, finally letting his carefully crafted mask slip. Neon quickly removed all the restraints after his orgasm was over, and swept him up in a hug, a strong spark jumping between their foreheads.
Laying in bed with him, Neon gently slid his fingers against his abused slit, stroking it almost lovingly as Purl mewled in delight.
He felt so loved when Neon snuggled with him and wrapped his free arm around him, pulling him close as he muttered something indecipherable to him.
Rin. The oldest member of 1010. The first one to be made by Neon.
His pride and joy.
In a twist of irony, he wasn't based on any squad or crew members, but instead himself, or at least, what he used to look like...
Rin was precious to him. A wonderful leader underneath him, guiding the rest of the band with his quick wit and authoritative voice. He had all the charms of 1010, with his own thrown in as well, a walking hazard to anyone who dared to defy him.
Neon forgot what his name was, as he had only known himself as Neon for... 20 years now?
His name WAS Neon, right...?
It didn't matter. All that mattered was showing Rin who owned him, who created him...
Spread out beneath him, his pussy speared open on his dick. Rin had no restraints of any kind, as he didn't need them...
Neon's swirling screen did that well enough for him, his radar pulsing black and green.
Hypnotic and powerful, Neon rarely used this function for anyone but Rin. He was so receptive to it, after all. It worked wonders on him and made him fall under his spell...
"I love you..."
Did Rin say that? Did Neon say that?
Did it matter?
Perhaps it was narcissistic... But he didn't care. He loved him with all his heart, all his soul... He was precious, perfect, obedient to a fault as he was based on all of Neon's submissive impulses...
He came undone time and time again, his head full of static and floating through a void of pure pleasure. And Neon rained down kiss after kiss against his forehead, zaps of static making all his thoughts vanish.
By the time Neon filled Rin's pussy full of his cum, he took him down from the hypnosis, and gently cuddled him close. Apologizing to him for being rough, despite Rin not minding one bit.
It didn't matter what his name was or wasn't... Neon could care less when his most prized creation was laying next to him, well fucked and making soft little robotic chirps to him.
Giving him the love he never showed himself...