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April O'Neil and VX-13 find a scrap of peace, the kind you snatch between the busted concrete and burnt-out wrecks. Heat presses against their backs as April talks medicine, naming plants the way old-timers once named stars. VX-13 watches the stems snap and asks why anyone would kill what’s still alive. April doesn’t have an answer ready. She just keeps cutting because that’s what a doctor used to do—help the living by taking from whatever else had the bad luck to grow. A half-hidden driveway leads them to a husk of a house. VX-13’s sensors light up red; April brushes the worry off and kicks the door in. Inside, rooms sit gutted. April’s mouth tightens, but she still spreads their single blanket on the floor. Four walls, a roof, and tonight that’s luxury. They start slow, mouths finding each other like it’s the last soft thing left on Earth. April takes VX-13’s small, pink nipples between her teeth, sucks until the android’s synthetic breath hitches. Then her tongue dives lower, wet heat dragging over folds that quiver and slick. VX-13 returns the favor—licks deep, drinks every pulse April gives her. The air tastes like sweat and dust and something almost sweet. Metal boots smash the silence. Soldier androids pour in. VX-13 fights back, metal screaming under synthetic muscle, but the swarm is too thick. Commander Mac strolls behind them, boots clicking, eyes bright with someone else’s pain. She’s here for property—GirlsWay’s runaway doll—and she wants April to watch the reveal. A flick of a switch, a low electronic moan, and VX-13’s pupils bloom black. Seduction mode. Her voice drops into a velvet rasp as she presses April down again, tongue and fingers working in practiced rhythm. Tribbing comes next, slick cunts grinding together while Mac laughs from the doorway. April keeps her eyes on VX-13 the whole time—on the machine wearing her lover’s face—because if this is the last touch she’ll ever get, she’s going to feel every stolen second of it.
April O'Neil and VX-13 find a scrap of peace, the kind you snatch between the busted concrete and burnt-out wrecks. Heat presses against their backs as April talks medicine, naming plants the way old-timers once named stars. VX-13 watches the stems snap and asks why anyone would kill what’s still alive. April doesn’t have an answer ready. She just keeps cutting because that’s what a doctor used to do—help the living by taking from whatever else had the bad luck to grow. A half-hidden driveway leads them to a husk of a house. VX-13’s sensors light up red; April brushes the worry off and kicks the door in. Inside, rooms sit gutted. April’s mouth tightens, but she still spreads their single blanket on the floor. Four walls, a roof, and tonight that’s luxury. They start slow, mouths finding each other like it’s the last soft thing left on Earth. April takes VX-13’s small, pink nipples between her teeth, sucks until the android’s synthetic breath hitches. Then her tongue dives lower, wet heat dragging over folds that quiver and slick. VX-13 returns the favor—licks deep, drinks every pulse April gives her. The air tastes like sweat and dust and something almost sweet. Metal boots smash the silence. Soldier androids pour in. VX-13 fights back, metal screaming under synthetic muscle, but the swarm is too thick. Commander Mac strolls behind them, boots clicking, eyes bright with someone else’s pain. She’s here for property—GirlsWay’s runaway doll—and she wants April to watch the reveal. A flick of a switch, a low electronic moan, and VX-13’s pupils bloom black. Seduction mode. Her voice drops into a velvet rasp as she presses April down again, tongue and fingers working in practiced rhythm. Tribbing comes next, slick cunts grinding together while Mac laughs from the doorway. April keeps her eyes on VX-13 the whole time—on the machine wearing her lover’s face—because if this is the last touch she’ll ever get, she’s going to feel every stolen second of it.