There's something introspective in Vee's expression as she traces her finger down Jennika's side, warm metal buzzing ever so slightly. The faint glow of her eyes is dimmed as she processes some thought or another. 
"You're not like me," she says thoughtfully. She flexes one finger, the steel glinting silver against the green of Jennika's body. "I didn't know what scales were supposed to feel like, before." She takes Jenny's palm, turning it over in her hand. 
"Do they feel nice?" Nia says as she walks out of the bathroom and climbs back onto the bed besides them. 
Vee shrugs. "'Nice' is a relative term." She frowns, eyes flickering the way they do when she's anxious. "Is it...strange, being with me? Someone who's not like you?" 
"'Course not," Jenny says firmly. "We've been with other people who aren't you, remember?" 
Nia tenses ever so slightly, and Jenny bites her lip. Shit, her and her big dumb mouth. The past is full of tripwires, and Nia's in particular are everywhere. 
But Nia smiles reassuringly, shaking her head ever so slightly. Don't worry about it; Jenny knows that's what she's saying, same way that she knows what Vee's eyes look like as she thinks or worries, and she relaxes. This is a good night, then. 
Vee is still looking at their joined hands. "But I'm different," she points out. "I'm not like you, meaning all of you--everyone who isn't me." She rests her hand carefully against Jennika's scales. "I don't have scales, or--or flesh, even." 
Her metallic body slowly flexes, steely gray and black stitches and bright, bright eyes shifting position ever so slightly as the worry pulses through her nerves. "Doesn't--doesn't it feel wrong, just a little, sometimes? To you?" 
"You could never feel wrong to us, Vee," Jennika says firmly. She takes Vee's chin between two fingers and kisses her. Behind them, Nia gets the message and runs her hands over Venus' shell, so that the steady hum of her motor stutters ever so slightly. 
"And you do have scales, you know," Nia chimes in. She teases at Vee's seams with an easy confidence, like she's been doing it all her life. Vee trembles, the humming picking in her frame. Jennika reaches out, emboldened, and starts running her fingers over Venus' body, chasing the ripples of heat she can feel racing through Vee's body. 
"Here," Nia breathes, racing the arch of a seam. "And here." She digs, just a little, and See gasps at the sound. No matter how many times they pull it from her, Jennika will not stop loving that sound. 
She kisses Venus again, then pulls away to kiss Nia over Vee's shoulder. And maybe Vee is right, maybe their bodies do feel different, scale and steel changing slightly in Vee's mouth. But neither of them has ever felt wrong. 
Jennika stares directly into the light of Vee's eyes. "I know what it's like to think there's something wrong with you, with what you're made of," she says firmly, running a hand over her own chest. The early days after her mutation were dark ones. "And I'm not going to pretend it'll go away in a day. But..." 
She bends down and laps at one of Vee's seams, smirking as she moans softly. "...You just have to remember that it's not real." 
Vee nods, blue eyes growing hazy. She tilts her head back and Nia carefully takes her by the back of the mask tails--Venus's are particularly sensitive, considering they’re physically attached to her head--planting sloppy kisses to her neck. 
The nice long fingers on Vee's right hand nudge between Jenny's legs, humming with energy. She grinds down at them, churring softly; the sound that once confused and disgusted her now seems as natural as a heartbeat. 
She can't quite return the favor, considering that Venus wasn't technically built with a cunt, but there's a tangle of sensitive seams tucked away between her legs that do a decent enough job on their own. Jennika's hand slips down to find that Nia is already hard at work, rubbing at their girl with callused, clever fingers. Jennika's fingers interweave with hers as they set to work. 
"Oh..." Vee's words twist off into an electronic hiss. Her eyes flare bright and wild behind them, like twin flames roaring to a new heat on the burner. 
Nia moans behind them, in sympathy and want. Vee blinks, cocking her head, staring into Jenny's legs as they both realize what. She reaches up, cupping the back of Jenny's head, and Jenny obediently lets herself be pushed down. She falls over Vee's trembling thighs, face pushing against Nia's crotch, and sets about turning those moans into truly desperate little whimpers. 
The smell of Nia's pleasure is slightly different from Jenny's own, not that she could put a name on how, exactly--she just knows it drives her wild. Venus has taste or smell, but she has heat, burning and buzzing through her body, so that Jenny has to gasp her pleasure into Nia's cunt. 
She can hear them kissing over her head, knows they're getting off at the sight of her writhing against them. The idea is enough to make her suck at Nia's clit a little bit harder, to fondle Vee's with the touch more voice she knows her lovely girl needs. 
Nia and Jenny always throw themselves into making Vee come first, because that's when she turns into a living vibrator. Her entire body shakes and hums, plates singing in their ears. Venus sobs as the fingers up her cunt pulse with energy, quivering so hard that she knows Nia's picking up on it, too. 
But they both manage to keep it coming, just barely. They marshal themselves into making Vee come again, and again, letting the aftershocks unfurl through their intertwined bodies. And Vee shares herself, letting them feel every spasm and shake without holding herself back. 
It's when Vee's motor starts to hitch, pushed to overstimulation, that Jenny finally pushes herself all the way back on those fingers, wiggling to catch the last of their delicious shudders. It's enough to make her world flicker, a shriek tearing its shameless way free. 
She's got her face pressed up against Nia's cunt in the process and Nia wails, hungrily humping Jenny's face. From a distance she can feel Vee's hand slipping free, reaching out with trembling fingers to tease Nia over the edge. Her pleasure soaks Jennika's face, douses Vee's fingers so they sparkle like diamonds. 
Jenny manages to hoist herself, but just so she can collapse, jelly-boned, into her partners' arms. They cling together in a tingle of limbs, so tightly interlaced it feels like it might take a knife to cut them apart. 
"...that feel wrong to you?" Jenny mumbles into Vee's shoulder. She may be made of metal, but she's surprisingly comfortable when you get used to her. The soothing hum of her cooling fans kicking into gear is gentle against Jenny's cheek. 
"No," Vee admits, blinking at her owlishly. The glow in her eyes has dimmed somewhat, worn out and sated. 
"Good," Nia says, tucking her arms around them both. "Because we've never given much of a damn about what you're made of." 
Jennika reaches out with her own arms, tangling Venus between them. No matter how cold it gets outside, the heat in her skin is enough to keep them all warm.