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Medaphysical Desires	By : DMtehficmonster Category: +M to R > Medabots Views: 3051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Medaphysical Desires-

Hey everyone it's DM here, with another story about robots (and humans but mostly robots) having sex for the proliferation of AWESOME. This time it's Medabots, which sadly does NOT have enough fanfiction... maybe this new section will inspire some fellow medawriters?

There's obviously going to be a lot of imagination being used in this one, it's all rationalized as well as a story about robot sex can be--just remember, if it doesn't make any sense, the Medaforce did it. And there you go. ^_^

Enjoy!

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Chapter One: It's Like a Substitute

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He wasn't sure where he was.

Somewhere outside, with the wind blowing... leaves tossed through the air past his face, which caused him to startle and look up from the grass at his feet.

"Hmm. You're lost again."

Metabee turned around suddenly to face the source of the voice--and met his green optics with the red ones of that silver mysterybot he'd been running into lately. The one who pretended he didn't have a name. "Rokusho," he started, and the silver bot walked over to him.

"You're looking for the same thing I am, you know," he stated simply, a heavy silence settling in behind his words. Metabee wanted to flat out deny him, snap back at him that he was obviously wrong, but somehow inside, he knew he agreed.

After he'd had enough of the silence, the orange beetle tilted his head upward and laughed. "Well if we're both here, and we're both looking, I'd say this isn't the right place."

"No... But something led us here. If not for this place then.." Rokusho spoke slowly, but suddenly his hand was reaching out, reaching for Metabee's shoulder.. "for each other."

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"Whoa!!!" Metabee jumped up from the couch with a start at the feeling of Ikki's hand on his shoulder. He blinked his optics thoroughly to regain a sense of where he was... he was NOT outside and he was NOT with Rokusho, he was inside, on the couch, and his Medafighter was glaring at him.

"You had to wake up Metabee, it's time for bed and you know how Mom is about lights out! You don't ever LISTEN to me, so I had to shake you!" Ikki snapped, an angry tilt to one of his eyebrows.

"Why don't you LISTEN to this--don't get up in a bot's zone while he's sleepin', man! I didn't know who you were!" Metabee returned, as his optics began to form slivers of irritation.

"Probably whoever it was you were mumbling to in your sleep..." Ikki laughed to himself, making mumbling sounds and pawing at the air, feigning disorientation.

"HEY! I do not sleep-mumble!"

"You do too I just heard it!"

"DO NOT!"

"DO TOO!"

Metabee and his Medafighter launched into a quick glaring match, followed by an exaggerated show of disagreement, turning from each other.

"Well I'm going to bed, and I suggest you do the same!" Ikki warned, tapping his foot much like his mother would when she was losing her patience.

"Well I'm NOT going to bed, because I have better things to do than spend any time with you! Besides, you don't want me around if I SLEEP-MUMBLE..."

"You're right, I don't!"

"Fine! I'm going out!"

"Fine!"

Ikki stomped off toward his bedroom and Metabee stomped off toward the door, grabbing it open roughly but regaining his temper before slamming it shut, realizing that the house wasn't Ikki's and damaging it wouldn't do him any good. Closing the door gently, he stalked off down the street. It was pretty dark and it was only going to get darker... but Metabee didn't care. There had to be something for a bot to do this late, right?

"I could look for... him," Metabee thought aloud, wandering down the sidewalk. "He still owes me a robattle, and an explanation for all his.. shadiness. Yeah. And I fight better without Ikki anyway."

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It was somewhere in the last stretch of the night, not quite dawn, but the morning was drawing unavoidably closer. Ikki had trouble sleeping, even as he assured himself that he'd 'finally get a decent night's sleep' before he settled in, with Metabee absent.

Maybe it was that he'd actually gotten used to the rhythm of his internal whirrs, the shifting he'd do on his mattress, the... mumbles he uttered as he lost himself in robotic dreams. And now without those sounds in the background, it was.. too quiet?

It was possible. But there was another issue keeping Ikki from peaceful sleep, and as much as he would rather avoid admitting it to anyone, including himself, the thoughts were nagging inside his head.

He'd always been the kid without the medabot, as all his friends grew up with their own robotic companions, and he'd felt very much left out over it, that was certain--but it was only now, living with his recently acquired medabot, that he realized, having a medabot was the same thing as giving up your privacy... something he would have coped much better with if he'd adjusted to it when he was a younger boy like all his other friends.

Ikki felt that familiar twinge, familiar heat... in the last part of night, when no one was awake to discover him, this was the time he'd always tended to his desires.. the time he'd set aside every night. It started as just exploration, but as he'd learned more about himself and what he liked, he'd made quite an experience of touching himself, losing himself to pleasure. It was something Ikki had missed for some time now. Quick sessions in the shower--his standard fare now, just didn't compare.

"...wow.." Ikki said quietly to himself, chuckling as he ran a hand over his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it over his head. "It's the middle of the night, my medabot is out who knows where, and all I can think about is how I'm finally free to masturbate."

Reaching into his shorts, Ikki nearly gasped at how hard he'd become in anticipation for this.. He wrapped his hand around himself, hissing slightly at how the pressure made his senses flare. It was so good--doing this in his own bed, laying comfortably on his back... He arched his back into the comfortable mattress and sank his head into his pillow, as he squeezed his shaft again and stifled a tiny moan.

"Mmmgh.." he tugged a bit on his cock, and slid a finger to circle along the soft sack underneath, teasing himself. It had really been too long. Much, much too long.. He decided he would take his time tonight. With Metabee out, this was a rare opportunity indeed.

"Oh.." Ikki sighed.. and began working himself slowly...

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"Oh man..." Metabee croaked, approaching his home, plodding over the uphill sidewalk.

The orange bot had been out all night, a combination of stubbornness and genuine concern driving him. He didn't want to come home, because Ikki had said he didn't want to see him and he didn't want to see Ikki and that was that. But that aside, what he truly wanted had been to find Rokusho, and he hadn't even remotely succeeded at that. Not that he knew where to look. Where does a medabot with no home live? Apparently nowhere, the only place Metabee hadn't searched.

"Stupid mystery medabum.." Metabee growled, as he neared the door.. "Who does he think he is, showin' up in my dreams and no place else? If I could get my hands on him I'd give him a good boppin'! That would show him not to wander around in Metabee's mind! This is private property!" the beetle bot ceased his rant just as he reached for the doorknob, acutely aware of just how late it was. He'd have to sneak back into the house and slip into Ikki's room as quietly as possible, because waking either of his parents was bound to get him, or Ikki in trouble, and either one resulted in him getting yelled at by someone.

Tiptoeing as best a medabot can, Metabee slid the door back and shut it behind him, crossing over the TV room and down the hallway. When he came to Ikki's room, he took hold of the doorknob firmly and turned it at the lowest pace his wrist would allow.. no squeaks meant no discovery... he could get in his bed and even Ikki wouldn't know when he got back...

Except Ikki--was not asleep.

Metabee wasn't sure what he was seeing. Ikki was all in motion, holding his hand in front of himself, rubbing it back and forth, and rocking his hips into it. There was a slick sound accompanying this, and Metabee couldn't place what it would be. He'd never seen Ikki like this before, his eyes were wrenched shut and his mouth was hanging slightly open, little sounds pouring forth from it without check. He couldn't tell if his Medafighter was in pain, or confused, or what. "Yo, Ikki?" Metabee questioned with a harsh whisper. "What gives man, what ARE you doing?"

Ikki bolted upright with a start, eyes wide, arm that was once in a flurry of motion freezing like ice. "M-metabee! What are you doing back! And go away! You aren't.. supposed to see this!"

"Well I'm seeing it, I saw it, and... what was that?" Metabee asked, advancing instead of retreating, green optics wider than usual.

"It's none of your business!" Ikki hissed, pulling the covers up around his bare body.

"I said I wanna know!"

"You would't understand! It's for humans only." Ikki said flatly, dismissive, "so even if I told you it wouldn't matter. And I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or do I have to ask someone else about it?" Metabee huffed, voice raising slightly.

"NO!" Ikki gasped, nearly throwing his hands in the air. "No, um, Metabee.. you can't tell anyone what I was doing, okay? No one."

"I gotta know why then," Metabee answered, walking to the edge of Ikki's bed and sitting down.

"Um.. okay fine," Ikki sighed, resigned at last. "Look, Metabee. It's called masturbation. It's where.. a human touches certain parts of their body to make themselves feel good."

"Which parts do you touch? Those down there?"

"The parts used for sex, Metabee. It's like a... substitute."

"Substitute for what?" Metabee's optics quirked into a curious pattern, as he leaned in for the details, which only drove Ikki back toward the headboard of the bed.

"For... a girlfriend, I guess," Ikki was getting tired of the questions... he'd had his reunion with nightly pleasure ruined by his medabot, and now said medabot was asking him all about it like he was some sort of encyclopedia. "Look, I said you can't do it, and you can't, so stop asking about it!"

"Why? 'Cause I don't have a girlfriend?!"

"NO, Metabee, because you don't have the parts! Look between your legs, do you see anything like what I have?"

Metabee quickly revisited what he'd seen of Ikki as he entered the room.. some sort of protruding set of fleshy parts was what his Medafighter had been handling, and he was certain he'd never, ever had something like that.

"Yeah.. I guess I don't. Well what is it like, to do it? I wanna know that too."

"It feels good! Really good! And I'm not going to get to finish now, because you interrupted me!" Ikki's face was turning into a snarl, and his cheeks were getting flush with his temper.

"Why don't you finish? It's not like I'm stoppin' you."

"I don't want you to watch me!"

"And why not?" Metabee questioned sharply, "I wanna know more about it, you want to finish it, so finish it, and I'll watch you!"

"But that will be weird!" Ikki exclaimed, fidgeting around on his bed. As much as he did truly believe what he'd said, he couldn't resist the urge to take the offer just so he could finish...

"How so?"

"It's never anything I've shared before. It's supposed to be done in private."

"I'm not gonna tell anyone about it, I promise, okay? How about that. Besides, I'm your medabot. We share, right?" Metabee formed his optics into a happy shape as he tried to charm his Medafighter into going along with his plan.

Ikki couldn't fight against both Metabee and his penis.. which was still hard between his legs and insistent upon being touched. "Okay.. okay Metabee you win. You can watch me finish--but you have to be quiet! No comments, no moving around! Just be still and quiet so I can focus. I can't be thinking about being watched, if I'm nervous it doesn't feel as good."

"You got it, Ikki. I'm not even here."

Metabee truly was quiet, and very still.. as Ikki lowered the covers around his waist and slowly, very slowly, returned to pleasuring himself. He started with long, drawing strokes over his little cock, groaning softly. His hands were still slick with the lotion he'd used from the side table, and the sliding, sticky sound they made as he squeezed made Metabee's optics flicker with excitement.

It was literally nothing he had ever seen, barring a few moments earlier. Metabee stared at Ikki as he really started to get into his actions, apparently this masturbation caused involuntary twitches and sounds and made Ikki look like he was out of control! And the more he watched... the more he couldn't stop watching... It made him feel warm.. very warm, all of a sudden...

"Oooh.." Metabee felt a flare along his back, it felt like it originated with his Medal, but then it traveled throughout his entire frame, right down to the tinpet. Ikki hadn't heard his moan, too busy making his own, but Metabee was suddenly so very aware of everything, the sounds he was making, the scene before him, the textures of the bed--when had the bed been so soft, or Ikki's skin so flushed...?

"Ikki, man.." Metabee spoke involuntarily, and then without even thinking, he set his hand outward and placed it over the slicked hand of his Medafighter's.

"Metabee!" Ikki cried out, his medabot's hand was very warm and the heat flowed right through his own hand into his aching penis. "What are you doing?"

"Ikki... I gotta.. let me help you. Show me what to do. Tell me what to.."

It was too far along to stop now.. having stopped once before, the swell of desire had removed rational thought from Ikki's head. "Move with me, Metabee..." Ikki took Metabee's hand and guided it down, then back up his cock, working it, slicking it with the lotion and little droplets that had gathered at his tip. "Yeah.. like that Metabee.. make me.. make me cum."

Metabee didn't know what that meant or why it made his frame heat up so harshly but he knew he wanted it. He'd cleared Ikki's hands off of himself, and crawled up the bed on his knees, pausing between his human companion's legs. He worked his hands up and down, squeezing and stroking Ikki hard, but not too hard. He noticed that every so often, the flesh inside his grip would pulse solidly, and Metabee felt.. excited.. with each new burst of motion he could set off inside his Medafighter.

Ikki was babbling words of nothing toward Metabee at this point, things that didn't make any sense but always included the word "cum". Metabee ignored it, focused on the task at hand, or rather, in his hands. Soon enough though, Ikki's eyes flew open, and he stiffened in Metabee's grasp...

He'd finally reached his orgasm.. or more like crashed into it. "OOooh.. aaaaah!" Ikki squealed, still as quietly as possible. A sticky spurt of white liquid flew out of his cock and splashed Metabee in the face, followed by a few more, shorter ropes of cum, which slid down his orange plating. "Uhhhh.. Metabee.." Ikki collapsed into the bed and into himself, spent.

Metabee suddenly felt even hotter than before. "Ikki.. Ikki I think something's haaaaa-" Metabee cried out, as his insides seemed to shift around. Some sort of internal modifications..? He felt like he had to spread his legs, just like Ikki had done.. the beetle bot flopped onto his back, and spread himself wide... and with a series of clicks, and the slide of a panel..

"Wha.. what.. no way!" Ikki exclaimed, still with a tired voice. He barely lifted his head upward from the bed, but it was enough to see what had happened to his medabot.

Between Metabee's legs, some kind of panel he'd never seen had opened up.. and pushing out of it, was... a silvery penis, with an orange tip.

"Do.. do I have what you have now?" Metabee questioned, staring blankly down his body. The cum from his chest had been slowly seeping downward, and that only seemed to perfectly frame his.. new development.

"It.. looks like you actually, do, Metabee..." Ikki was dumbfounded, and at this point, not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming this entire thing. He wouldn't put it past himself, maybe it was a combination of lack of masturbation and the spicy dinner he'd had, that had him fantasizing about covering his medabot in cum and having him grow some sort of impossible robot cock. "I.. I gotta sleep, Metabee.." Ikki's voice was suddenly distant.. the boy was out of energy.

"Okay.. maybe.. maybe I should too.." Metabee nodded, similarly feeling drained of energy. He slid himself off the side of the bed and onto his mattress on the floor. Ikki yanked the covers over himself and didn't make a sound afterward.

"Hmm.." Metabee pondered, poking his metallic appendage gently. It twitched. He tried to will it back into his plating, and found that it would retract if he tried to make it, scrunching into itself and shrinking down inside him. "So I can put it away when I don't need it.. useful.. I wonder what.. else.."

The orange medabot drifted away, feeling very much exhausted from his eventful night.

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When Metabee finally rose from slumber, he immediately darted his vision around for Ikki. He had about a million questions to ask him, but the empty room had only one answer for him. Daylight was streaming through the window, the bed had been made up, no shoes on the floor... Ikki was gone, and wouldn't be back until school let out.

"Well that's just great. Gonna have to wait to figure out how to use this thing..." Metabee complained to himself, directing his attention back down his plating at the panel between his legs. "Well, only if I can't figure it out on my own. Yeah... that's it! I do better on my own with everything else, this shouldn't be different!"

Focusing on the panel, Metabee visualized it opening up, and was rewarded with a sliding sound, as the panel vanished off to the side inside his plating. His newly acquired 'medapart' on the other hand, wasn't as cooperative.. Metabee attempted to extend it, but he managed merely a stir, a gentle twitch.

"What's up with this thing? It was all the way out last night! Was it because Ikki's was too? Does that mean I need him to use it?" the beetle bot huffed with frustration, before poking a finger down into the exposed panel, idly circling it and--OH--Metabee startled himself with a cry. That felt... good.

"So.. so I gotta touch it to make it come out? Hmmm..." Metabee inserted as much of his finger as he could into his panel this time, rubbing it back and forth over the orange surface of his.. what did you call this thing, anyway? He didn't know.. Just another question for Ikki when he got back.

There was a tiny dip in the head of the metal shaft, and Metabee found his finger nestled nicely inside it whenever he deviated from his circular pattern.. as he brushed it, however, he noticed his fingers getting a little shiny.. closer investigation revealed that there was some kind of liquid oozing out from there, and it was making things slippery, but faster.. easier.. For a moment, Metabee shuddered. "Oooh.. I think it's working.." he shut off his optics for a second and just felt what was happening to him.. interlocking metal panels inside his shaft were separating and stretching upward. Bringing his optics back online, Metabee watched in awe as the orange tip was now sticking out above the threshold of the open panel, backed by a raised section of shiny-slick cylinder. "It's coming out.. I'm making it come out.." the beetle bot murmurred to himself, determined..

He changed his tactics, now that he had more to work with.. wrapping his hand around the bit of exposed length just as Ikki had done last night.. and felt something like a flame inside his lower plates at the thought.. It was impossible to get his Medafighter's body out of his head now that he'd made the comparison.. Metabee pulled and stroked on himself just like Ikki had, letting his mind swim in the still unknown world of pleasure.

All the while, his shaft kept extending, plates sliding away from each other, separating out from the base, lubricated by the leaking tip. The more Metabee had to grip, the more he did--and when the full length finally rested snugly within his grasp, he gave it a good squeeze--and screamed.

"Ohhhhhh--OH!" Metabee's head snapped backwards and his optics fuzzed. He slid his slick hand upward and tightened two fingers around just the orange section of the shaft, then slid the entire grip back downward without loosening it. The urge to rock his hips was submitted to as soon as it made itself known, and a heavy beat of pleasure followed his motion, originating within his lower frame and racing through until it hit his finger-wrapped, sticky tip.

"Nnnnngg.." Metabee groaned, he felt like he was holding onto something that was falling apart, a kind of straining impossibility that inevitably led... well, he didn't know. His optics were literally wavering, and the room around him was lit to the point of whiteness by what must have been an internal glitch, overheating, something... but none of it mattered.

"Yeah.. yeah.." the beetle bot found a few words to describe his situation, as his hand rubbed erratically now, the pulse of pleasure he'd felt the first time had multiplied into rapid pulses that hammered away at his control over his body. It wouldn't be long... until..

"Ugh.. uhhh!!" Metabee fell backward at the force of his release--the fluid that had previously been gently oozing from his tip gushed full blast, and for that second he'd never, ever, felt so good in his life! His robot cum arced through the air, and literally splattered down the entire front of his body with an oily mess. "AH!" Metabee cried out as the warm liquid coated him, but he was quickly soothed by a pleasant buzzing issuing from his Medal, which spread throughout his entire frame.. "Mmmmm... oooh.. yeah."

Yet again, drained of energy, Metabee flopped down and let the world fade away from him.

---

The second time he awakened, Metabee realized just how much of a mess he was.

The first motion he'd made, which was to check on what had happened with his new lower panel, crackled, and Metabee had a distinct feeling of 'unclean'.

"Oh yeah.. Ikki covered me with his.. whatever this is, and then I did it too.. letting this stuff dry on my surface was probably not a good idea.."

Metabee rose from his mattress, inspecting it for any mess he might have made NOT on himself, but luckily for him, he seemed to have caught all of it.

"Ok.. now to get cleaned up.." he strode out of the room, and down the hall to the bathroom.. it was where humans got clean, so Metabee was sure he could use it to get clean too, no? Admittedly, he'd never been washed in any way other than with a hose outside, but it couldn't be that hard. He knew the basics--water, soap, rinse, dry.

"Medabots don't rust easily, so a little water isn't going to kill me.. especially since this isn't seawater. I'll be quick..." Metabee climbed into the shower he knew Ikki used each morning and looked around for the controls. "H for hot.. C for cold? I'll have some of both!"

The beetle bot stepped into the stream of warm water, letting it start working on the dried mess over his plates. He also felt the warmth seeping into his body.. it was good, and that was a little surprising. He'd never enjoyed being washed before, probably because it always involved a cold blast from a hose and an unforgiving Medafighter who liked spraying him in the face... for a second Metabee felt a blush under his faceplate. Ikki liked spraying him in the face in more than one way now..

"Okay, soap next.." Metabee hunted around for the soap, finding several types laying around, mostly varying color bars. There was a simple white bar, actually that was probably Ikki's soap, as he had seen him replacing it with a fresh one from a box on occasion.. but there were other options too! Something in a pink bottle drew his attention.. this was probably the better soap, Metabee reasoned, since it came in a fancy package. "Well I definitely deserve this," Metabee stated proudly.. "..'cause I rock."

Flipping the top up, and squeezing the soap out of the bottle rewarded Metabee with a rush of a scent.. flowers? Not totally.. spices? Not entirely that either. It was a blend, and a very nice blend at that. He pondered, no one in the house ever smelled like this.. maybe this was special occasion soap? Well today felt like the definition of a special occasion.

Metabee lathered the soap up in his hands and ran them down his plates, being sure to rub it in where he'd encountered splatter marks. As he did so, he felt himself warm up again, much like he had before, but not with as much intensity.. "This feels really nice... man--humans have it good! Medabots should get clean like this!"

Rubbing his hands everywhere made his body tingle with sensation... "Mmmm.. I am definitely talking to Ikki about switching to this method.. and by talking, I mean, he's gonna say yes or else! And really, there's no reason to say no... I could even shower with him.. yeah.."

Metabee pictured the two of them in the large shower, which was more than spacious enough for a boy and a medabot. They could both get under the soothing stream of water.. and the soap.. if it felt this good to wash himself, did it also feel as good for Ikki? Was it because he'd never felt this before, that it was so good? Metabee recalled the previous night once again.. he'd taken over for Ikki's hands and brought him to pleasure--a pleasure that he now understood. Could he make Ikki feel as good as he did if he used his hands for this too? ...would he return the favor?

Suddenly, Metabee couldn't help but laugh. "So yesterday I feel like I hate the guy, and today I want to touch him and make him feel good.. It's crazy.. but I like it."

Feeling like he'd had enough time in the shower, Metabee rinsed off the lather from his plates and stepped out, sparkling clean and smelling rather wonderful, he thought. He located Ikki's towel and used it to dry off, taking extra time to get every last drop of water he could reach.

When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, Metabee felt like a new medabot.

---

"Now what?" Metabee pondered, back in Ikki's room, gazing at the clock. He must have gotten up not long after Ikki left, because it still wasn't anywhere near time for school to be over. Normally he would hang out around the house, watch TV--but today he felt incredibly restless, and staying at home was not an option.

"Well if I go up to the school Ikki's just gonna get mad, and considering that I want him to help me with... all of this, that's not going to be helpful.."

Just then, the thought hit him. If Ikki wasn't available, why not find another medabot? For a moment, Metabee realized that--he was possibly the first medabot to have these parts, feel these feelings! Previously to last night, this had been completely unknown territory! He had secret knowledge, something no one else did! He could have fun with this...

"I got it. I know exactly who I'm going to see.." Metabee smiled with his optics, strolling toward the door.

---

Cyandog was bored.. he was always bored when Spike wasn't around.

He'd developed a routine, of walking his Medafighter to school, leaving him at the gate, and wandering down to a nearby field to relax and nap until the school day was over. It was one of his favorite places when the weather was nice, full of flowers and soft grass. Laying on his back here, he could lose himself in the sky or the breeze.. but even still, there was nothing to do after a while.

At least he was used to the boredom.. Cyandog mused to himself, sighing and stretching out a little before relaxing again. Only a few more hours to go.. right? Maybe he'd take another nap, he thought..

Until he heard the footsteps rapidly approaching, that was.

"Hey! Cyandog! Always in the same spot.."

"Hello Master--I mean, Metabee!" Cyandog corrected himself quickly.. ever since the day Metabee had spent training him on how to be a better Robattler, he'd had the habit of calling the beetle bot "Master", because of how many times he'd said it while they did their drills.. and their not having spoken to each other very often before that day. Metabee always corrected him, and Cyandog really tried to retrain his mind, but it didn't want to cooperate.

"For once, Cyandog, you can call me Master!" Metabee exclaimed, his optics shining, "'cause I got something new to teach you today."

Cyandog was instantly interested, he loved learning new things, and he found Metabee to be an enjoyable teacher. It was also freedom from being bored! The dog bot sat up and focused. "I am ready Master! Is this another Robattle training session?"

"Nope," Metabee sat down next to Cyandog, which he hadn't been expecting. "Nothing to do with battles, actually. It's even--better," Metabee felt his faceplate heat up.. he'd NEVER thought he'd say anything was better than a Robattle.

"That's.. wow. Master. I'm very curious."

"So am I.. Cyandog," Metabee said, before directing his attention between the blue bot's legs.

"Huh, no panel. But I didn't have one either so... We're going to have to wake it up like Ikki did.. with mine.." Metabee mumbled to himself, trying to figure out just how he was going to do this.

"Master? What are you talking about?" Cyandog questioned, now looking between his legs, and Metabee's. Sure enough, there was a panel there, that he didn't have himself, and that he didn't remember seeing before.

"Check this out," Metabee slid the panel open with a click, revealing his new parts. "My body modified itself last night."

"What--is that, Master?" Cyandog stared at the open panel, and the bright orange inside it.

"It's um..." Metabee stalled. He still didn't know what you called this thing. "It's a part that normally only humans have. I got one last night, using a special method.. one that I'm going to show to you!" he explained as best he could, hoping Cyandog wouldn't ask for any real specifics.

Luckily, Cyandog only nodded, still feeling very overwhelmed by this revelation. "So what does it do, Master?"

"It makes you feel goooooood..." Metabee drew out the word as long as he could without being overly ridiculous. "Not joking man, you're gonna feel so good you'll shut down for a bit just to take it all in! Like the best thing ever, only better and all at once."

Cyandog felt his ear spikes perk up at the thought. He liked feeling good.. like when Spike would pet him or when he found a good place to scratch his back. "I want to try this 'special method', Master!"

Metabee nodded.. "Good. Then I'm going to start, and I want you to pay attention to what I do, and when I tell you, I want you to try it on me."

With that, Metabee dipped his fingers into his panel, and let his head fall back just a bit.. locking optics with Cyandog for just a moment. "Oh.. yeah.. you're gonna love this."

---

Ikki yawned again... ugh. This had to be the longest and most brain-draining class this building contained, and the teacher's monotone voice wasn't helping his concentration. It was more like hypnotism than a lecture, and it was all Ikki could do to move his neck enough to look out the window.

Because of the seating arrangement, he was the only kid who could actually SEE out of the window in this particular room, as his row had one more student than the others, and he got placed up against the wall. Things worked out pretty well this way, he had extra space as the ledge with the heaters was right next to him, so if things ever got too boring to take, like they were now, he could lean over on his arm and stare out the window. The field outside was peaceful, there was never anyone out there, well, never anyone human, he often saw Cyandog out there, it was his usual hangout spot while he waited for Spike. Ikki glanced around, looking for the dog medabot, and found him. Along with...

Metabee? Ikki questioned in his head. It was too far to make out any kind of details, but he definitely recognized his medabot's general shape, sitting next to Cyandog. What's he doing out there? Was Metabee going to train him again? He ought to know better, Ikki reasoned. Cyandog was weak, and hopeless, and using an incompatible Medal. When he used shooting parts he didn't hit anything. When he used grappling parts he didn't hit anything. He and Spike were a perfect pathetic duo... Ikki couldn't think of a single thing Cyandog was good at.

That was, until Cyandog reached into Metabee's lap--come to think of it that's where Metabee's hands had been the whole time.. and his medabot leaned back and let Cyandog take over.. oh my god. Ikki nearly choked on air. His medabot was...

---

"Yeah, you got it, Cyandog.. you're good at this.." Metabee's voice dipped low in pleasure as Cyandog's hand pumped over his extended shaft. The lubricant had coated his fingers and made them extra slippery, so Cyandog could rub quickly, even with a tight grip. It seemed like Metabee was producing more than usual.. was it because he had a partner this time? He still wasn't sure how this whole system worked, but that was part of what he was trying to figure out.

"M-master.." Cyandog whined, even as he kept stroking Metabee, suddenly panting. It was obvious something was going on with him.. "I feel funny, Master.."

"Tell me what you feel, Cyandog.." Metabee ordered, focusing his optics on the dog bot, who was heating up rapidly, he could feel it in his hands.

"My Medal, Master.. it's my Medal, it's doing something.. it's like it.. AH!" Cyandog suddenly tossed his head back, and some sort of energy burst out of his body. It smashed into Metabee like a wave, inflaming his own Medal... "It's calling you, Master!" Cyandog moaned through the chaos.. "Please! Please please!"

Metabee answered the call. "Oh.. Cyandog.. You want Metabee, you got Metabee!" And a flash of light engulfed the two...

---

Ikki averted his eyes at the flash between the two medabots. His mouth was hanging open, and he blinked a few times, reviewing what he just saw out the window.

Metabee had Cyandog stroking his metal cock, and he looked like he was loving it! Cyandog had gotten really into it too, but then something happened that Ikki couldn't explain. They got so bright, so fast... he turned back to the window, noticing the glare subsiding. In that moment, he realized what had happened. Whatever made Metabee change.. had just happened to Cyandog! He was laying on his back, and there was a metal length poking out between his legs, pointing at Metabee... This was strange. This wasn't the way it had happened with Metabee. Even if it was unreal, Ikki remembered clearly--there had been no blinding light last night.

This only intensified Ikki's curiosity about the situation.. along with his... arousal over the situation. He hadn't meantto masturbate with his medabot, truly, but now his medabot had taken up the habit, outside, in plain view of anyone! It made him feel.. naughty, and excited.. he'd taught his medabot how to play with himself, and now he wants it so much he does it shamelessly... Thoughts of Metabee coming up to him while he sat on the couch, warm and insistent, reaching into his pants and touching him because he wanted Ikki, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer, flooded his mind. Oh wow.. Ikki was going to teach Metabee all about how to please him. Just as soon as school was over..

Of course how he was going to manage even getting out of this class with the... emergent issue in his shorts, was another question entirely. Best left to when it mattered, Ikki thought, knowing the class was still far from over. He was going to devote his mental energy to watching the show outside the window.

---

"Master!!" Cyandog exclaimed, nearly squeaking. "Master! You did it! I have... one of those too! I have one!" Cyandog marveled at the metal rod between his legs.. it was very much like Metabee's.. silver except for the tip, which was the same blue as his medaparts. It wasn't as big as Metabee's was, but that didn't matter to him. He was just happy to have one, because now he was going to feel good, like how he was making Metabee feel good!

"Whoa, yeah! Look at that, it matches you and everything," Metabee said, reaching out to touch the shaft. Cyandog immediately moaned, apparently his was very sensitive, as the beetle's touch hadn't been very forceful. "Ah.. ah Master.. you were right.."

As much as Metabee wanted to start touching Cyandog, he also didn't want to stop being touched. But he couldn't just deny the dog bot like that, they both wanted to feel good... and Metabee suddenly came up with an idea for how they could accomplish that.

"Hey, Cyandog.. come here," he gestured, motioning for Cyandog to come closer.

"Yes Master!" Cyandog obediently came close, but that still wasn't enough.

"Actually Cyandog, I want you to get on top of me. You're lighter, so it should work.. I have an idea," Metabee explained. "You see, if it feels good to touch these.. new parts we have, when we do it with our hands, what do you think would happen if we touched them directly together? That way, each touch is giving pleasure to both of us at the same time!"

Cyandog's optics brightened, flaring behind his visor. "That's an excellent idea, Master! I'm ready!" he spoke eagerly, climbing on top of Metabee, careful to align his blue-tipped shaft with the orange one below him. "Yeah.. now just ease down, and I'll hold onto you. Then we can move," Metabee advised.

Cyandog lowered his frame.. until the moment his shaft came into contact with Metabee's. Then he nearly shrieked and sank down quickly, mashing them together. Cyandog howled. The pleasure that erupted from the rough joining made his frame burn with excitement.

Metabee grasped Cyandog's sides, and rose his hips up to meet his blue ones. He didn't scream like Cyandog did, simply huff out a long, determined groan. Now this was.. the best thing he'd ever felt. He met his hips to Cyandog's again, but this time, he lingered, rubbing their lengths together.. the lubricant he'd produced earlier mixed with even more, dripping from Cyandog's blue tip. The two bots slid and slipped on each other, and rubbed their hips back into place each time, quickly setting up a gyrating, grinding motion.

"Unnnnh.." Metabee growled right into Cyandog's ear spike, and Cyandog whined down into Metabee's neck. They were hanging on the edge of a cliff together, waiting to fall. They wouldn't.. couldn't wait much longer.

"OH.. That's it Master.. I can't take anymore!" Cyandog's frame locked in Metabee's hands, and he could feel the tension inside him, not just under his plating, but in his length as it was mashed against his own.. the pulses of pleasure they'd both been enjoying intensified sharply for Cyandog.. There was a rapid beating inside him, which Metabee could feel on his own surface... Oh yeah.. now it was his turn...

"I'm coming with you, Cyandog.. Ugh.. Ohhhh.." Metabee moaned and flopped back, just taking it in.. Until he was interrupted by a sudden wetness.. He couldn't see it happening, but he could feel every burst of liquid gush out over his frame, Cyandog had finished.. and Metabee was about to do the same. He wanted to see it this time, though..

Hazily, Metabee pushed Cyandog off of him, and rolled over on top of the dog bot. He took his metal shaft in his hand and pumped it solidly, just a few strokes more and.. "Unnnnyeaahh.." he spurted a series of oily strings directly onto the blue frame beneath him.. staining it, making him dirty and.. mmm, he didn't know what but he liked it.

After that, the world started to get fuzzy and light again.. Metabee landed somewhere in the grass after he toppled from atop Cyandog.. and went to sleep.

---

When Metabee woke up, Cyandog was actually already awake, and staring at him. "Master.." he said, a tone of adoration clearly in his voice. "Thank you Master, thank you so much..."

"Aww, come on Cyandog don't get too gushy on me," Metabee chided, even as his faceplate got hot.

"You made me feel so good though, Master... It's the least I could do to thank you.."

"Well you're welcome," Metabee admitted, he would at least acknowledge that he did a fine job.

"What do you call that, Master? What we just did? I want to ask Spike about it. You said humans do this, right?"

"Um.. well that first thing was called masturbation. And as for the second thing we did, I'm not sure what you'd call that."

"Masturbation.." Cyandog let the word tumble as he said it. "What's that mean? When you touch yourself with your hand? Or when someone else does it?"

"I think it's both. Maybe. Ikki said it's a substitute for.. hmm.." Metabee said, before realizing he was missing a big part of the picture. Ikki said it was a subsitutue for a girlfriend.. well Cyandog was definitely NOT a girl. Maybe that wasn't what he'd meant. He mentioned sex too. Isn't that what humans did with their girlfriends? Had sex with them? Yeah. So masturbation was like sex. "Well it has something to do with sex," Metabee explained as best he could, knowing that Cyandog didn't have any idea what that meant, and neither did he. "Tell you what, Cyandog, I'm going to ask Ikki about it later. You ask Spike too. And tomorrow we can compare what we learn."

"That sounds good, Master!" Cyandog's visor was literally gleaming with happiness. Suddenly, he felt the need to touch Metabee.. and he reached for the beetle in an embrace.

Metabee took hold of the dog bot as he showed his affection.. and remembering what he'd seen Spike do on occasion, he stroked the dip between his ear spikes. "Master... mmmm.." Cyandog's reaction was perfect.. he liked it.

"Hehe.. you're a good dog, aren't you?" Metabee teased, but Cyandog took it literally, which only served to warm Metabee's plating when he replied, "Oh yes Master. I am your good dog."

Eventually the two medabots separated, both rather warm, and buzzing pleasantly inside their plating. Not long after they'd done so, the school bell rang and they eyed each other with growing excitement. Both Ikki and Spike would be free to answer their questions now!

Metabee gathered to his feet. "I'll see you later, Cyandog! I'm gonna head home... get cleaned up before I see Ikki. You might want to do the same thing.. we're both covered in.. well, this stuff, and there's bits of grass stuck to us.."

Cyandog took in his appearance and realized that indeed, Metabee had left a series of dried streaks over his plating. As he stood, he still had his head down as he surveyed them. "You're right.. I'll go take care of that Master. I'll see you tomorrow, here?"

"You bet your bot you will, Cyandog."

"I look forward to it, Master."

---

Metabee raced home, though he wasn't overly concerned with beating Ikki there. Not only could he run faster than his Medafighter, he also knew he would have things to do at school before he could even leave, like make up an excuse to tell Erika about why he wasn't hanging out, which was quite a bit of effort, Metabee knew from the various times he'd watched him do it.

He decided another shower was in order, but this time he opted for the regular soap. Wasting all of the nice stuff in one day was probably rude, and considering that it didn't belong to him... Metabee settled for a quick, efficient washing. He didn't have unlimited time, after all. He wanted to be ready for Ikki's arrival.

Walking back down the hall into the bedroom, Metabee started to sit down on his floor mattress, but then he had an idea. "I think I'll wait for Ikki on his bed.."

Hopping up onto the bed, Metabee stretched out, burying the back of his head in the soft pillows. This was so much more comfortable than the couch.. as he relaxed, he let his mind wander gently.. Last night, this morning.. and oooh.. this afternoon. Metabee revisited the image of Cyandog, panting and howling as he lost himself in Metabee's grip.. Yeah.. that was nice. Thrumming warmth flowed through his frame, slightly heating his plates. Metabee idly thought about opening his panel, but it wasn't time yet. He wanted to talk to Ikki first, he needed to get some answers before he moved onto anything physical.

His opportunity didn't take long to present itself. Minutes later, Metabee heard the familiar sound of the door opening, a school bag being dropped down, probably next to the couch. Then quick shoes down the hall, and the door burst open.

"Metabee!" Ikki exclaimed, pausing when he noticed his medabot was on his bed, and not the floor mattress.

"Hey, Ikki! I've been wanting to talk to you for a while man! Look, I need you to explain something to me, okay? What's sex?" Metabee asked flippantly, tilting his head toward his Medafighter, optics bright and curious.

Ikki didn't know where to even begin. This.. this was insane.

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