Haruka will, reluctantly, sit in her captain's lap.

Working up her nerve, Haruka took a deep breath, stiffened her lip, then climbed over the attractive cyborg ambassador on her way into the taxi cab. The only tool at her disposal to hide any of the most explicit bits of her remarkably humanoid and remarkably bare body was speed. "Rebecca, there is no way all four of us can fit in this for a ride all the way to Earth."

"C'mon, hurry up and get your big ass out of the ambassador's face," Rebecca rolled her eyes, as though her ensign was the one being unreasonable.

Still blushing beet red, Haruka hurried to do as she was asked, hearing the ambassador shut the door behind her when she got her legs clear and feeling like she'd just missed her last chance to hop off of a particularly horrifying roller coaster. She felt her hips brush against the ambassador's shirt as she crawled over his lap. "Captain Astara... There is not enough room for me to sit in a dignified position."

"You're so silly today, Haruka! Use that spacial computing of yours and figure it out."

Grumbling, Haruka did as she was told. It was true... There might not be any way for an ordinary human to sit in this seat without incredible discomfort and a massive leg cramp, but she was no human. With precise motions, the android gingerly moved into Rebecca's lap and began shifting her lap. The main obstacle was the lack of legroom. To get past this, Haruka adopted a pose with her legs spread to either side that would have looked preposterously uncomfortable for a human...

... Even for an android, though, it looked completely disgraceful. Haruka was **** to cross both of her hands over her lap in order to avoid giving everyone in the car besides Rebecca an eyeful of the fruits of advanced robotics and, specifically, how well that science could recreate human vaginas and assholes. In this position, even if they were polite enough to look away from the shameful grimace on her face or the small mounds of her bare breasts, each of her pretty (pretty inhumanly disjointed!) legs was in one of the ambassador's laps. Even the nervous sweat she had broken out in was exactly like a human's. "Rebecca... Please..."

"Huh?" Rebecca asked, craning her head around Haruka's in close proximity and yet somehow not seeming affected by the same heat that was burning her android ally up. "Did you need something?"

"... C-can you... My breasts, are, um..."

"Small?"

"Naked!" Haruka snapped back, no longer able to restrain her anger at her captain's attitude. "Can you please cover my bare breasts so the ambassadors are not **** to look at them?!"

"Woah! Someone's a little testy." Sighing, Rebecca crossed her hands over her friend's breasts lackadaisically, like she didn't understand why she was being asked to. "Does an android with tiny boobs like these really need them covered?"

"... Rebecca, enough is enough. I would like to lodge a formal complaint that, ever since earlier today, you have been acting with strange and unprovoked taunting of my body and, frankly, sentiest undertones towards my status as an android, unbecoming of your station as Squadron leadership."

"Wow, you want an apology? Okay, fine... You're right, Haruka, I'm sorry. You flagged down this taxi for us, so I should be grateful for such a handy android-"

"There! You said it again," Haruka pointed out, no longer bothering with her usual politeness as she interrupted her captain. "You keep calling me 'handy,' which I needn't point out is gross under-appreciation of the duties I have carried out and my role in your recent victory."

"Okay, sheesh, I take back my apology! Sorry, ambassadors, my android is really testy today. She must have a screwdriver up her floppy drive, if you know what I mean, ha ha."

"Your offensively sentiest joke will not be overlooked and will be reported upon- h-h-hey! What are you doing?!" Haruka was reminded that she, unfortunately, was not in a position with a lot of leverage over Rebecca. Her captain, on the other hand, held quite a lot of power over her body, and was exercising it by kneading the smooth skin of the boobs she was supposed to be covering.

"I figured I owe you a thank you, so I'd give you a relaxing massage! They say this helps your boobs get bigger, you know? Although maybe that only works on humans, ha ha ha!"

"I-it does not even work on h-humans! Ah~!" The android bit her lip, the only thing she could think to do to keep herself from letting out embarrassing gasps in response to the stimulus. "P-please, Rebecca! The ambassadors-"

"Please, do not mind us, "Ambassador Galkin responded with his same stoic and even expression. "I find your android's capacity to experience stimulation fascinating."

"E-everyone stop calling me 'your android!' An android at m-my level of human sentience is n-n-not something you can own! Nggh! Rebecca...!"

"Haha, I guess I'd better stop, after all." Rebecca spoke facing the ambassador. "Haruka's a little like one of those dolls with 'realistic functions,' if you catch my meaning."

Haruka gasped in a humiliating mixture of exhaustion and arousal as her captain wound down her teasing, hesitant to say anything else to defend herself in light of what Rebecca might say or do to her next. "What did I do to deserve this...? If dreams truly do represent the subconscious feelings of humans who experience them, the real Haruka Goshin needs to have a long talk with the real Rebecca Astara about her deep-seated prejudices and moral failings..."

Thankfully, it looked like the **** was almost over. A destination was coming into view. "Far too quickly... We were farther from Earth than any human has ever traveled. There is no way this vehicle closed that distance in that amount of time with its technical specifications..."