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This was such a fun little commission from someone on discord. Irreverant erotica is some of my favorite stuff to write.

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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Robo Lovin\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nMuggy was grumbling to himself as he rolled down The Strip, alternating between wistfully wishing for a nice ceramic mug to clean, and strings of invective against Dr. 0 for having made him as he was. His titanium casing was dusty and dented from his long and meandering journey from the Big MT to New Vegas. With a hollow ``donk'' his travel stopped. He looked up and found his path was impeded by a full-sized PDQ-88b Securitron, of which he was a diminutive model. Its monitor was displaying an oddly comforting smiling face.\n\n``HellO there, little guy! What can I do for you? Don't be afraid to tell me, I'm programatically incapable of saying no!''\n\nMuggy thought about it for a moment. He didn't actually think the big bot could help him. His circuits were firing like crazy nonetheless; no one ever asked him what they could do for him. He had to try. Had to, he could not have kept from asking the favor if he had wanted to, and Dr. 0 made sure he absolutely didn't - couldn't - want to.\n\n``Bring me some mugs.'' That was his only reply.\n\n``Sure thing, friend! How many?''\n\nMuggy's logic board nearly fried as it looped on that question. What he wanted and what was possible did not align.\n\n``As...many as you can.''\n\nThe Securitron's screen flashed static for a moment before it replied.\n\n``Well. If that's what you want. Why don't you wait inside? This will take a while.'' With that, he rolled off down the road.\n\nMuggy watched him go, realizing he didn't know the other robot's name. He felt warm inside, that for once someone else apparently had to be as obsessed with mugs as he was. The small bot rolled into the building in front of him, the Lucky 38. For the first time since he had been activated, his need for mugs was little more than a quiet hum instead of a deafening roar in his processors, relieved to have help in his quest. He spent his time slowly and meticulously searching the casino for mugs. He eventually made his way up to the cocktail lounge where he was hopeful, but found only martini glasses and highballs.\n\nEventually Muggy made it to the Penthouse where he was delighted to find a cabinet with a half dozen mugs. He gathered them up and hugged them before carrying them over to the sink to wash them. With a quiet sigh, the little bot rolled out onto the balcony and looked out into the wasteland, wondering when his new friend would return, and with how many mugs.\n\n-\n\nThe little robot was ignoring their internal clock, simply parked on the penthouse balcony to wait for the return of the only other being that had ever taken an interest in him. The sun rose, the sun set. Gunfire and explosions were a frequent but fleeting distraction. At last, there in the distance, was a large, misshapen blob headed towards the Lucky 38, clinking and tinkling as it bounced over rocks and potholes. Muggy nearly short-circuited when he realized the blob was a Securitron hauling dozens, maybe hundreds, of mugs, all stacked and balanced in a precarious pile in the bots arms. He zipped back into the spacious penthouse, practically bouncing in front of the elevator door as he waited.\n\nFinally the lift arrived with a quiet ``ding,'' and out rolled the ceramic stack. Muggy was squealing with delight. The larger bot managed to carefully set them down on the kitchen floor, only a few toppling to their loud deaths on the marble of the penthouse. Somewhat scrambled, it turned to the small Securitron.\n\n``Well. I think that's all of them.''\n\nMuggy threw himself at his newfound friend, short arms barely wrapping around the central shaft that connected its wheel to body.\n\n``No one has ever cared, no one ever cares about Muggy! I don't even know your name and you did this for me!'' If he had tear ducts, he would have been crying from joy.\n\n``Name's Yes Man, and that's who I am. Say the word, and my word back is `yes!''' Yes Man replied.\n\nSeparating, the two looked at each other. Yes Man was touched; he was not typically thanked for following his programming. Sparks flew between them, though it seemed to be more than just static buildup.\n\n``I...I think I love you, Yes Man. Maybe as much as I love mugs, and I'm programmed to love mugs a lot. I would do anything for you. Anything.''\n\nThe innuendo was obvious. Yes-Man's piston started to extend from its port above his wheel. Though the platinum chip had given all Securitrons the ability to operate far more than just their grenade launchers, Yes-Man had never been asked to use his more anatomically accurate parts.\n\nThe growing pipe and the two chromed spheres hanging below it were right at the smaller bot's facescreen. Its display flickered from a smiling coffee cup to a blushing one, covering its eyes with cartoonish gloved hands. Muggy knew what Yes Man wanted. He had done fairly extensive exploration of his functionalities after the platinum chip upgraded the bots to the Mark II operating system, mostly in an attempt to distract himself from his obsession.\n\n``Kiss me,'' Muggy said.\n\nYes Man grabbed the little bot and lifted him up, attempting to fulfil the request. Neither one had anything analogous to lips, but he still held Muggy against his own chassis and pushed their face screens together. After a moment, his steel shaft now its full 7 inches in length. It looked a little short on his six and a half foot frame, but it would be more than big enough to stretch Muggy's port to its limits.\n\n``Now take me,'' said Muggy, voice buzzing with an artificial breathiness. Yes Man put him down to comply, but Muggy rolled over to one of the dusty white leather couches that littered the penthouse, dark blue body gleaming under the red globe lamps. He bounced up onto the couch and, without a head to look over his shoulder, merely leaned against the back of the couch and waited, chassis buzzing with excitement.\n\nYes Man's rolled up behind the little bot and locked onto the exhaust port being presented to him. A little oil dripped from the tip of his thick metal rod, black and slick. He rubbed it his entire lenght, coating it with his lubricant. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he shoved his mock cock into the mug-obsessed bot. His pleasure circuits fired as Muggy's rubber-lined tube gripped his length, peristaltic action undulating and squeezing him.\n\nMuggy let out a binary squeal of delight as Yes Man's thick cylinder penetrated him, the self-lubrication allowing it to slide in with little friction. He had never felt so full, so complete, as when the big Securitron hilted his backside. His own palladium-plated pole began to swell, their burnished balls banging together as Yes Man began to thrust in earnest, each forward motion causing his heavy hangers to swing forward and knock against Muggy's with a loud ``clang.'' The stone and steel Lucky 38 Penthouse echoed with the whirring of servomotors, the slick suction of rubber on metal, and the simulated gasps and groans from the mating Securitrons.\n\nThe bots were in bliss, both having effectively achieved their base programming requirements, in addition to the rapid coupling that was occurring on the couch. Muggy turned his upper body on its mount, looking at the pile of beautiful ceramic vessels, poetry in porcelain, strewn about the kitchen. His semiconductor heart swelled along with his cock. Yes Man thought he felt a bit flip in his machine code as he saw the contentment on Muggy's face screen, a command-line compersion sparking his own joy at having fulfilled another.\n\nFirst fulfilled, but shortly to be filled full. Yes Man felt his reservoirs fill with fluid, pumps priming and readying their ejaculate. Muggy increased the rate of rhythmic squeezing in his tailpipe, rippling his inner walls along the much larger bot's electroplated engorgement. He was now fully hard himself, black spatters staining the white leather couch underneath him where he had begun to ooze his lubricant.\n\n``Muggy...Oh Muggy,'' Yes Man cried out. He was pumping hard into the little bot and was ready to burst.\n\n``Yes, Yes Man. Oh yes.''\n\nYes Man was about to do something he'd never done. 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By: Red Rocktober

Muggy was grumbling to himself as he rolled down The Strip, alternating between wistfully wishing for a nice ceramic mug to clean, and strings of invective against Dr. 0 for having made him as he was. His titanium casing was dusty and dented from his long and meandering journey from the Big MT to New Vegas. With a hollow ``donk'' his travel stopped. He looked up and found his path was impeded by a full-sized PDQ-88b Securitron, of which he was a diminutive model. Its monitor was displaying an oddly comforting smiling face.

``HellO there, little guy! What can I do for you? Don't be afraid to tell me, I'm programatically incapable of saying no!''

Muggy thought about it for a moment. He didn't actually think the big bot could help him. His circuits were firing like crazy nonetheless; no one ever asked him what they could do for him. He had to try. Had to, he could not have kept from asking the favor if he had wanted to, and Dr. 0 made sure he absolutely didn't - couldn't - want to.

``Bring me some mugs.'' That was his only reply.

``Sure thing, friend! How many?''

Muggy's logic board nearly fried as it looped on that question. What he wanted and what was possible did not align.

``As...many as you can.''

The Securitron's screen flashed static for a moment before it replied.

``Well. If that's what you want. Why don't you wait inside? This will take a while.'' With that, he rolled off down the road.

Muggy watched him go, realizing he didn't know the other robot's name. He felt warm inside, that for once someone else apparently had to be as obsessed with mugs as he was. The small bot rolled into the building in front of him, the Lucky 38. For the first time since he had been activated, his need for mugs was little more than a quiet hum instead of a deafening roar in his processors, relieved to have help in his quest. He spent his time slowly and meticulously searching the casino for mugs. He eventually made his way up to the cocktail lounge where he was hopeful, but found only martini glasses and highballs.

Eventually Muggy made it to the Penthouse where he was delighted to find a cabinet with a half dozen mugs. He gathered them up and hugged them before carrying them over to the sink to wash them. With a quiet sigh, the little bot rolled out onto the balcony and looked out into the wasteland, wondering when his new friend would return, and with how many mugs.

-

The little robot was ignoring their internal clock, simply parked on the penthouse balcony to wait for the return of the only other being that had ever taken an interest in him. The sun rose, the sun set. Gunfire and explosions were a frequent but fleeting distraction. At last, there in the distance, was a large, misshapen blob headed towards the Lucky 38, clinking and tinkling as it bounced over rocks and potholes. Muggy nearly short-circuited when he realized the blob was a Securitron hauling dozens, maybe hundreds, of mugs, all stacked and balanced in a precarious pile in the bots arms. He zipped back into the spacious penthouse, practically bouncing in front of the elevator door as he waited.

Finally the lift arrived with a quiet ``ding,'' and out rolled the ceramic stack. Muggy was squealing with delight. The larger bot managed to carefully set them down on the kitchen floor, only a few toppling to their loud deaths on the marble of the penthouse. Somewhat scrambled, it turned to the small Securitron.

``Well. I think that's all of them.''

Muggy threw himself at his newfound friend, short arms barely wrapping around the central shaft that connected its wheel to body.

``No one has ever cared, no one ever cares about Muggy! I don't even know your name and you did this for me!'' If he had tear ducts, he would have been crying from joy.

``Name's Yes Man, and that's who I am. Say the word, and my word back is `yes!''' Yes Man replied.

Separating, the two looked at each other. Yes Man was touched; he was not typically thanked for following his programming. Sparks flew between them, though it seemed to be more than just static buildup.

``I...I think I love you, Yes Man. Maybe as much as I love mugs, and I'm programmed to love mugs a lot. I would do anything for you. Anything.''

The innuendo was obvious. Yes-Man's piston started to extend from its port above his wheel. Though the platinum chip had given all Securitrons the ability to operate far more than just their grenade launchers, Yes-Man had never been asked to use his more anatomically accurate parts.

The growing pipe and the two chromed spheres hanging below it were right at the smaller bot's facescreen. Its display flickered from a smiling coffee cup to a blushing one, covering its eyes with cartoonish gloved hands. Muggy knew what Yes Man wanted. He had done fairly extensive exploration of his functionalities after the platinum chip upgraded the bots to the Mark II operating system, mostly in an attempt to distract himself from his obsession.

``Kiss me,'' Muggy said.

Yes Man grabbed the little bot and lifted him up, attempting to fulfil the request. Neither one had anything analogous to lips, but he still held Muggy against his own chassis and pushed their face screens together. After a moment, his steel shaft now its full 7 inches in length. It looked a little short on his six and a half foot frame, but it would be more than big enough to stretch Muggy's port to its limits.

``Now take me,'' said Muggy, voice buzzing with an artificial breathiness. Yes Man put him down to comply, but Muggy rolled over to one of the dusty white leather couches that littered the penthouse, dark blue body gleaming under the red globe lamps. He bounced up onto the couch and, without a head to look over his shoulder, merely leaned against the back of the couch and waited, chassis buzzing with excitement.

Yes Man's rolled up behind the little bot and locked onto the exhaust port being presented to him. A little oil dripped from the tip of his thick metal rod, black and slick. He rubbed it his entire lenght, coating it with his lubricant. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he shoved his mock cock into the mug-obsessed bot. His pleasure circuits fired as Muggy's rubber-lined tube gripped his length, peristaltic action undulating and squeezing him.

Muggy let out a binary squeal of delight as Yes Man's thick cylinder penetrated him, the self-lubrication allowing it to slide in with little friction. He had never felt so full, so complete, as when the big Securitron hilted his backside. His own palladium-plated pole began to swell, their burnished balls banging together as Yes Man began to thrust in earnest, each forward motion causing his heavy hangers to swing forward and knock against Muggy's with a loud ``clang.'' The stone and steel Lucky 38 Penthouse echoed with the whirring of servomotors, the slick suction of rubber on metal, and the simulated gasps and groans from the mating Securitrons.

The bots were in bliss, both having effectively achieved their base programming requirements, in addition to the rapid coupling that was occurring on the couch. Muggy turned his upper body on its mount, looking at the pile of beautiful ceramic vessels, poetry in porcelain, strewn about the kitchen. His semiconductor heart swelled along with his cock. Yes Man thought he felt a bit flip in his machine code as he saw the contentment on Muggy's face screen, a command-line compersion sparking his own joy at having fulfilled another.

First fulfilled, but shortly to be filled full. Yes Man felt his reservoirs fill with fluid, pumps priming and readying their ejaculate. Muggy increased the rate of rhythmic squeezing in his tailpipe, rippling his inner walls along the much larger bot's electroplated engorgement. He was now fully hard himself, black spatters staining the white leather couch underneath him where he had begun to ooze his lubricant.

``Muggy...Oh Muggy,'' Yes Man cried out. He was pumping hard into the little bot and was ready to burst.

``Yes, Yes Man. Oh yes.''

Yes Man was about to do something he'd never done. He was going to ask a favor of someone else. ``Can I empty inside you?'' he managed to get out.

``Do it. Do it, Yes Man, fill me up like a thousand coffee mugs.''

How could he refuse such a request? He couldn't. With that, he slammed forward, ramming into Muggy's anodized ass and shot his load, roughly 2840 millilitres (0.75 US gallon) of synthetic seminal fluid squirting out in pressurized blasts. Muggy achieved his peak as well, the overwhelming sensation of his innards being washed in robocum sending him over the edge. A half dozen spurts of a thick white goop squirted from the end of his carved cock, coating the couch back and running down between the cushions. He squeezed his hole shut tight, sealing Yes Man's ejaculate inside, both bots shuddering as their circuits overloaded and their face screens blanked to white noise static.

Neither knew how much time passed before they regained their awareness, Yes Man gingerly retracting his rod back into its storage compartment, Muggy crooning with a mix of pleasure and wistful longing as his stretched out exhaust pipe was left feeling somewhat empty and hollow. He turned on the couch, the two face screens level.

``You've made me very happy, Yes Man. I have enough mugs to last me until the next inevitable war,'' he told the larger bot.

``I'm so pleased to hear that, Muggy. I shall make your happiness my only overriding directive. I would do anything for you, and not just because I have to,'' he replied.

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