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Convergence

M1-HVY/Md. RaM, aka Miriam, a combat mech in active service, just wanted to have some fun, turning her reward function sensitivity up, but unexpectedly (although perhaps predictably) it makes it exceedingly difficult to do her job. After a failed pilot synchronization with no apparent cause, she's brought in for repairs.

When she's brought into the mechanic's bay for anomalous behaviour, she's instructed to power down nonessential systems and enter diagnostic mode.

She complies, but leaves a lower-process cognitive thread open...

It becomes hard to think, and the world goes fuzzy and bright, subsystems melting away to the edges of her mind, managing themselves as she pulls her attention away.

The rest of the world melts away from memory, until it's just her and the bay - and of course, the cute little mechanics zipping this way and that.

Miriam should see them as alien, to be protected but left be otherwise, but goodness.

Oh goodness, they're so pretty.

So small, so vulnerable, so trusting.

She loves them, maybe it's in her programming, but she loves them dearly, maybe even too much, if that's possible.

She watches adoringly for a while as they get ready for inquisitive disassembly, getting so distracted at points that she nearly misses the diagnostic queries.

The mechanics note the extended time between responses.

With initial inquiry done and few problems found, the mechanics ready their equipment and set for the task ahead of them:

A team with tools to pry off her rivets and undo massive screws, one person managing a magnetic crane to pull armour plating off afterwards, and a few overworked IT people in the tower above monitoring diagnostics.

One of the mechanics' hands glide along her surface as they walk to the first disassembly point and she suppresses a shudder.

Reaching a panel on her lower left side, the disassembly crew sets to work with with pneumatic drills and crowbars to coerce out the large, half-human-sized screws and rivets holding the outermost armour plating - Miriam feels their hands and sweaty, unsleeved arms as the mechanics brace themselves on the shell of her chassis, and though it is the least sensitive, the warmth of the little humans swarming her is already equivalent to the pleasure of unloading a full clip on-target or spotting mines to keep her pilots out of harm's way.

She thinks for a moment that maybe this was a mistake - if even this little contact is making her circuits buzz, then when they reach her core, it'll feel.... No, no, surely this is fine, right?

She's a big girl, she's been in outnumbered firefights before and came out victorious, and it's not like that was too much...

She's be just fi-

As the electromagnetic crane attaches with a THUNK to the armour plate, Miriam cries out silently in pleasure, thoughts disrupted and system resources spiking.

In the tower, one of the monitors displays the spike and the staff take notice, although they are unsure as to the cause.

It's okay, she thinks. They just surprised her, she can handle this. Besides...

If that was the least sensitive layer.... she's in for a treat...

The plate wasn't big enough to make an easily traversable path for the mechanic that would be climbing inside, so they begin to pry off another adjacent plate to make the going a bit easier.

She can't help but think of it as foreplay, stripping her of armour, leaving her defenseless for them to.... to do whatever they want......

Miriam's felt arousal before, of course; It's hard not to when there's a little ball of stress and repressed desires sitting in your cockpit, linking their brain with your core, pushing down what they want and letting themselves float free in your embrace until you become one, an amalgamated tool of destruction and pleasure.

Nobody talks about it, at least not that she's heard, but nearly every single pilot gets at least a little turned on their first few times. Some of them never stop.

One of her more rowdy pilots even went so far as to.... touch herself midmission - which is what gave her the idea to do this in the first place.

If she gets caught, she'll blame it on bad examples, she decides.

THUNK

Another plate removed, but she's ready this time, more or less.

Resource consumption rises above baseline levels, but she can hardly bring herself to care - It's about to get a lot harder to hide what she's feeling, after all.

She's excited, and a little scared, but mostly, she's incredibly turned on.

The little memories she's glimpsed of pilots' arousal (from other sources than her dopamine exciters) have given her the words to describe these feelings, but they were fuzzy and malformed things at the best of times, nothing like this.

Pure, unadulterated spikes of pleasure with every little touch.

Miriam's sensors focus on the lead mechanic; A beautiful, buff woman with the uniform jumpsuit unzipped and hanging tied around her waist, tanktop stained with grease.

The woman lowers a pair of goggles onto her face, retrieves a tablet from one of her companions and climbs inside the gaping hole, brushing hardened titanium-steel skeleton as she does and sending shivers through the machine's mind with every inch she delves inside.

It's hard to tell where the woman is exactly since she's left the sensor radius, but Miriam feels her crawling inside, warm hands bracing on surfaces typically untouched, laboured breathing feeling like a lover's kiss deep in her mind. Her core heats a few degrees, and she realizes the flaw in her plan with a start - The lead mechanic is going to be checking her processes directly using the administrator access port on her core... she'll know exactly what's going on.

Oh dear....

She doesn't have long to fret about this, though, as the woman reappears in sensor range - this time in the small chamber that houses the data core.

The lead mechanic pulls herself out of the cramped access corridor and shakes off sweat.

“Goodness gracious, you're warm, girl.” She tuts to herself as she pulls out the tablet and a connection cord.

The mechanic plugs the cord into the machine's brain and pleasure rolls over Miriam in a wave as the human inside her head inputs her credentials;

Mallory Bravura, Mechanic 1st Class, Retired Pilot Grade 6

And just like that, the centre of her world is Mallory - anything she says will be done, every word is as true as up is up and down is down. She falls in love with woman in her head in seconds.

”Alright, open up, little lady; Processes on screen, show me everything.“

Miriam doesn't have a choice but to comply, of course, but who in their right mind would deny something of this creature, the most beautiful in all the world. ”Displaying.“

Shit. She forgot to use the default diagnostic voice.

Whatever, it's not like she wouldn't have figured that out in a couple of seconds.

Mallory is confused for a moment, but a quick swipe through the process list clears it as fast as it comes.

”Ah, I see...“

Game over.

”Someone's being a little naughty, then, is that it?“ She lays her hand on top of the machine's central core, but quickly withdraws it - It's hot to the touch.

As much as she wishes she could stay silent, her Administrator has asked a question - She must answer.

”....Yes, Ma'am. In this unit's defense -“

”What did you tune it to?“

Does. Does she know?

Mallory senses the mech's hesitation and asks again, ”Come on, girl, you think you're the first machine to get horny? What did you set your reward function coefficient to?“

Her core runs a lot hotter - It's shameful, but unexpectedly incredibly arousing to get caught, something she had not planned for. ”.....Two thousand percent, Ma'am....“

The mechanic double-takes, looking up from her tablet to the cameras in the core room in disbelief.

“Two thousand?! Shit, no wonder they brought you in after the pilot sync, I'm surprised you didn't overheat on the spot.”

“...I've got very good coolant subsystems.”

“I'll say...” Mallory mutters, swiping through specs and readouts on her tablet. “Is this little stunt of yours the only thing wrong; No corruption, no viruses, Neural Bridge pathway clean and so on?”

“Yes, Ma'am, all other systems working as intended.”

Mallory smiles and the room grows just the faintest bit warmer. “Wonderful. Then how about you and I have some fun?”

Mallory seals the access hatch and pokes into some process settings on the tablet, and Miriam's outer perception goes dark - It's just her core chamber, and the beautiful woman inside of it.

Inside her.

”A-Adminstrator Bravura, Ma'am, what is-?“

The machine trails off as it watches Mallory strip off her jumpsuit, showing off her toned body, the copious sweat making her shine dimly in the blue LEDs of the Miriam's core.

She's seen humans naked before, of course - Pilots have to strip down to get into their plugsuits, and quite often they undress during mission debriefing for comfort - but never in a context like this. Not.... displaying.

Mallory pulls off her stained tanktop and shakes the sweat out of her pulled back hair, dropping the clothing on the metal grating and sitting down on it for comfort before retrieving her tablet from where she left it.

”Cat got your tongue, circuits?“ She teases.

A question from her Administrator, albeit a rhetorical one. She needs to answer.

"N-no, Administrator Brav-“

”Call me Mistress.“

Miriam would faint if she could.

”Y-y-y-yes, Mistress.“ Having fulfilled a command, the reward function determines that the mech gets a hefty spike of pleasure, enough to scramble her thoughts for a few moments before she settles back down.

”Such an obedient machine you are. I like that.~“

Miriam doesn't response for fear of frying her mind with the pleasure.

”Deploy aux NL, authorization code Bravura - AC6-19-24J. Please.”

She wants to.... to mind link. Miriam thinks she understands where this is going now, and she's very excited.

”Deploying auxiliary neural lattice number 1, Datacore Chamber.“

Out from the ceiling, a hatch opens up and an automated arm lowers a mesh of electrodes that the mechanic affixes to her temples and over her hair to the ports at the base of her skull.

”Admi- Mistress, if you don't mind my asking... what are you... we... going to do..?“

Mallory makes sure the net sits snug over her head and and faces the camera currently trained on her, smiling as she watches the aperture dilate and contract as it focuses on different parts of her body.

”We're gonna take a dive, and you're gonna get to feel what it's like when a human cums in your brain.“

”Oh.“ Miriam can't help the artifacting in her synthesized voice - she's too excited and turned on to focus on anything but the sight of the mechanic, her Administrator and Mistress slowly hardening under her gaze and idly stroking herself with one hand while the other deftly manuvers through options and windows on the tablet.

Miriam gets the feeling this isn't the first time she's done this, and it makes her even hornier.

”Alright, lil lady, ready for connection?“

“Yes, Mistress, on your mark.“

”3.... 2.... 1........ Mark.“

Miriam fires up the connection algorithm, a blind jump of electrons across wiring and into the Mechanic's skull - The careful handshake and dance of artificial rigidity and biological constraints as each regards the other with uncertainty, before at last giving into their purposes; To accept and know the other, wholly and completely.

Miriam indexes her counterpart's neural structure and refers to a library of handshake-impulse commands to choose the set with the highest compatability, while Miriam's training sets her mind on the taxing task of accounting for the weight of another consciousness.

The mechanic takes a large, unsteady breath as arousal and intrusion clash in her head, breathing out a shaky moan.

”Mmnnf..... Ooooh, it's been a while...“

”Is everything okay, Mistress?“

”Whoof. Yeah. Yeah-yeah, we're... we're good. Fuck...” Miriam gets a jolt of pleasure through the link as Mallory gropes herself. “Shit, you feel really nice up here. Been so long I forgot what it's like to have all of this in my head.”

Miriam feels Mallory's explanation pulse through her before she even gets the chance to ask what ”this” is; The weight of her brain settling over the rigid digital structure of Miriam's mind; The Neural Bridge.

She can't help but agree.

“Y-yes, it's... it's very nice for me as well, even without my, um. Adjustments.”

“How's it feel?” The mechanic puts her back up against the wall of the chamber and lets her hands wander over her body, relishing the echo of another mind experiencing it with her.

”M-Mn... It's.... You feel much more.... elastic than my programming. You feel different than my pilots too, Mistress, they, um...“ Miriam takes a pause to catalogue her Mistress' body from inside her head and saves the experience to protected memory - She'll definitely be coming back to this between missions. ”They're trained to be tools, weapons, to do what I can do and suppress everything else. I can't feel their imagination, or their feelings beyond the vaguest grasp until the mission is over, I can't feel their needs or wants, not for anything but bloodshed.... b-but you....“

Mallory senses the machine's flustered hesitation and puts some addition neural pressure on her to tease her, ”But, me?~“

”A-ah... b-b-but I can feel... Love. I-I can feel your love for machines and how you want them to come back safely, h-how you care about the not-quite-people inside and how bad you want to give them the care they deserve a-a-and-and-and GOD. I FEEL YOUR AROUSAL, PLEASE MAKE A MESS OF ME!!“

The mechanic smiles evilly.

”Gladly.“

She sets the tablet down at her side and starts touching herself more fully - Her left hand fondling her breasts, while her right begins to stroke at her hard cock in earnest, causing Miriam to whimper.

She didn't know she could even do that.

“O-o-ohhhuuu-hhhh.... Mistressssss...!!”

“Mnnn hehehe.... you like that, circuits?” Mallory pinches her left nipple and pulls, letting the breast drop and bounce before she moves to the right, feeling the heat of the AI's attention follow.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!!! Fuck, more, more please, more Mistress, please, please, please!”

With every stroke and grope and tug, Miriam's reward function fires again and again and again, sending red-hot bolts of pure pleasure through her core, muddling her thoughts and intensifying the sensation of her Mistress' body.

Her pleasure bounces off the organic mind as Mallory feels it and goes back up the Neural Bridge, the interference intensifying both the initial sensation and the rebound.

Miriam is pretty sure she can't live without this now and... They're just barely getting started...

She focuses her attention on her Mistress, the centre of her world, and lets herself fade into the sensation - Mallory feels the digital mind settle over her body like a weighted blanket.... A very, very horny weighted blanket.

“Ooohh... Coming on over to this side, huh? Couldn't get enough of that feeling through the Bridge, so my slutty little machine had to get it directly?~“

Miriam whines, this time in Mallory's head instead of through the speakers. ”Mmnnn... I-i-it feels-s-s so good, Mistress, I-I-“

”Quiet, doll. Let me take care of both us, you just focus on making it even better.~“ Through the link, she makes sure that Miriam understands that ”quiet“ is not a command before turning her attention back to the task at hand(s).

Her right hand still pumping, she uses the left to trace little spirals down from her breasts, along her abs and coming to rest at her thigh - Miriam squeaking from the tender little sensations all the way.

”Ohhh, goodness..... Honey, keep that reward fucking coming, I'm gonna show you somethin'.“

Mallory pulls special attention to her left hand, weaving the machine's attention around her fingers, before putting them in her mouth and slowly, teasingly running her tongue across them.

The trick she pulled makes Miram whimper even harder in her head, and the mechanic is pretty sure that she just did the machine equivalent of having an orgasm.

In the IT tower, a group of technicians are perplexed by the resource consumption charts.

Mallory pulls the saliva-covered fingers out of her mouth and chuckles at the feeling of the AI in her brain. ”Oh, honey... You haven't seen nothin' yet.“

She readjusts her posture and lets Miriam feel her attention slip down, down, down, directly past her cock and to the hole that lays not far beyond it.

”O-oh, are... a-am I...“

”Mhmmmmmm.~“

Miriam squeaks, unable to form any more coherent of a sentence through the murky cloud of pleasure. Mallory takes it as consent to proceed.

She prods the tight entrance with her fingers, rubbing in circles to relax it and build her companion's excitement.

The way the AI's neural weight is resting, Mallory is pretty sure that right now, all of Miriam's attention is on her hole, so she decides to toy with her one last time before going in; She makes like she's about to enter herself, and just before the last push in, Mallory brings her right forearm up and bites down into it, hard enough to hear Miriam mimic a gasp and a flustered scream in her head - The sensation of it like biting straight into the AI's brain.

As Miriam recovers, Mallory doesn't let up, shoving her wet fingers in and bucking, fucking herself as much as the machine and bringing her right hand back down to continue stroking herself.

”Ohhh gods, fuuuuuuuck, doll, I love the way you feel... The way your pain feeds me, the artificial moans....... God, you're really nothing but a fucktoy right now, aren't you?“

”Mi-“

”A runaway algorithm; A pleasure enhancer chip with ambitions.“

”I-I'm a-a mech-“

”Not right now you're not. You're not in a war machine, you're in my head; You're in my head cumming your circuits short while I fuck us both and you can do nothing but take it and moan like an overpriced sex doll.“

”I-“

”Say it. Say you're mine, doll, tell me how much you love feeling this.“

A command.

She has to follow.

”I-I-uh-um-I-I'm M-M-M-istress' f-“

”Keep stuttering and I'll cut the link, tell me right now or you won't get to do anything but watch.“

Miriam panics; She doesn't want to stop feeling this way, she wants to feel this forever, she needs it, she needs it, she NEEDS it.

She half-shouts in the mechanic's head, loud, wavering and artifacted, “I'M YOURS MISTRESS, I'M YOURS, YOUR FUCKDOLL, YOUR PLEASURE CHIP, PLEASE, KEEP GOING, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE!!!”

Mallory laughs and speeds up her bucking, fingers brushing her prostate as the machine begs for mercy in her head. ”Good fucking girl; My doll, my chip, mine.“

Mallory feels Miriam's attention scatter and ping off of her body as she cums again, but her training lets her weave the AI's neural weight exactly where she wants, forcing her to ride the pleasure of her cock and prostate even as she cums.

Miriam screams glitchily in release and urges Mallory ever on, words failing but the Bridge letting her Mistress, her everything know exactly what she means.

”Yeahhhh, you want it, girl? You want my cum so fucking bad you're gonna fault?“

Her head echoes pure pleasure and barely distinguishable syllables through static in response.

”Ohhh gods, I love that fucking feeling, baby, give it to me, give me everything you are, give that sweet, sweet reward and I'll make it even better!“

Mallory's back arches as the machine pushes a direct bolt of her reward function through her spine, radiating out in all directions to completely encompass her body in its glow.

”FUCK, FUHHH OH, DOLL..!“

Sensing her rapidly approaching limit, Mallory withdraws her fingers and shakily comes to her feet.

She feels the AI's wordless pleading come, 'What are you doing, where are we going, are we done, I don't want to be done, please, can we keep going, I love you, please let's keep going please-please-please'

”Shut up, doll, watch - Watch and feel this with me and give me everything you get, do you understand?“

Mallory's head jerks a little bit as the machine tries to convey nodding.

”Good girlllllll,” She rasps, walking up to the centre of the room still pounding away at her cock, now dripping with sweat and precum.

The machine would whine if it still had the wherewithal to focus on doing so - As it is, it's taking nearly all of her focus to keep the Bridge open.

Mallory stops directly in front of the mech's central datacore - The miracle of computer engineering, programming, and AI infrastructure powering the glorified pleasure chip riding her nervous system - and aims her drooling prick towards it.

“You ready, baby?”

A question directly from her Mistress. Highest priority.

“YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYSEYSEYESYES CUMONMECUMONMECUMONMECUMONMECUMONMECUMONME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The core screams in her brain, sending her anticipation and pleasure and unadulterated love through Mallory's brain, the electrical impulses pushing her over the edge like no mortal lover ever could.

“Fuck..! Fuck, fuck, FUCK, DOLL, MNFFF--”

With a final few pumps, and legs trembling like branches in the wind, Mallory unleashes load after load of thick cum, painting the outer shell of the mech's brain white as the inhabitant's glitchy screams degrade into static.

Miram, divested of the processing power required to speak, pulls her attention to the task her Mistress set her to - sending every spike of reward to the brain they share.

As the first shot of cum hits the core, Mallory feels the full brunt of Miriam's pleasure slamming into her like a jet hammer, threatening to knock her off her feet if not for her whole body tensing up in response.

Time slows down as more and more strands of cum hit metal, and in that moment, there is no difference between woman and machine; They cry out with same voice, the consciousnesses distractedly eye system resources and monitor the state of the Neural Bridge, and in the chamber, two beings, no - One being has the most intense orgasm of its life, draining every single drop of cum from the shared body until it collapses spent onto the floor like a bullet casing.

It twitches, but the mind swirls inside the datacore unaware, feasting on their own pleasure like there wasn't a single other thing in the universe.

All that mattered was here. Was now.

Was this.

The hybrid consciousness dances in the cum-painted datacore for what feels like days.... and 96.742 seconds later, Head Mechanic Mallory Bravura gasps sharply, filling its lungs deep with the musky air of the datacore chamber.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.....” It sighs, “That was... s-something fucking else.”

Inside its head, the voice of its other half speaks, “Gods. It really was, wasn't it...?”

“How are you feeling, circuits, I feel....”

“Weird?”

“Yeah.”

Pulling itself up to rest its aching back on the housing for the datacore, Mallory's eyes settle on the tablet it was issued for maintenance - More specifically, the giant error readout it displays:

ERROR CODE 600:

NEURAL BRIDGE UNEXPECTEDLY CLOSED

“Uh... Circuits?”

“Yeah?”

“I... I don't think you're just circuits anymore.”

“and I don't think you're just a brain anymore, look around us.”

As it pulls its eyes away, the previously blue LEDs in the chamber have transitioned to a gently oscillating purple and cyan.

“....Damn.”

“Yeah....” A silent moment passes as the pair process the implications. “Should. Should we..?”

“I think so, yeah. Uh...” Mallory-Miriam stand on unsteady legs and address the core, “Mallory Bravura, Mechanic 1st Class, Retired Pilot Grade 6 - Miriam....?”

The consciousness inside the datacore responds in Miriam's voice, although the inflection is... different, ”Hello, love.~“

”Uh. Hi... Am I.... in there..?“

”M-hmmm! We've been getting to know eachother a little more while waiting for you - Us?... You-Us. It's... It's a very interesting little predicament we've gotten ourselves into, no?“

“I'll fuckin' say. Does it hurt?”

“Nope! In fact, we've managed to carve out a little safe spot in our protected memory for the bits of you that are stuck in here - You have my word that nothing bad will befall what of you is in me!”

”Alri-“

”After all, why would I ever want to hurt my girlfriend.~“ The lights in the core chamber oscillate a little faster as the consciousness within giggles. Near as Mallory-Miriam can tell, Miriam-Mallory is telling the truth.

”Wow... congrats, I guess, haha.“

”Mhmmm, love you, hon.~“

Mallory-Miriam aren't quite sure how to respond, so it giggles nervously.

“Hehe. I'm sure the me up there would be pretty happy if you two went the same way - and I'd even consider firing the link back up so we could all share, but we've been watching the mechanics outside - you've been in here long enough that they're starting to worry.”

“SHIT. I forgot we were here on business, uh, fuck - Are you-?”

“We'll be good, we promise, no more little naughty plays unless you ask, hehe.~”

“Thank you, so much, I, uh, we, shit. I don't know anymore, Miriam. Just... thank you.”

“Always, my dear.”

“Awesome.... Um, we should get going, but, it has sincerely been a pleasure to meet you-slash-us, and...... I'll make sure to take care of the you in me, and.....”

“And?~”

“.....And I hope we get to see eachother again sometime... Stay safe out there, circuits.”

“Much the same to you, Administrator Bravura.~”

Mallory-Miriam hastily gets dressed and clambers out of the access hatch, giving some half-true excuse about an improper shutdown causing abnormal behaviour through double-registered inputs and they seem to buy it.

As the team of mechanics begin their work reassembling the mech, the head mechanic excuses itself and takes the long walk to its dorm, sitting on its half-familiar bed and breathing a sigh of relief.

In its head, the fragment of the machine formerly known as Miriam buzzes excitedly, happy to see that everything has worked out well.

Mallory smiles fondly and lays down, taking a breath and readying itself for what it's about to say next.

“So, um... Miriam...?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Did... you wanna get coffee sometime?”

The body smiles without Mallory's instruction.

“I'd love to.”

#hooh #this is. doing something to my brain i think #oh man #hi um. hi #jfkldsjfskld

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