Day 6 - Chastity - Nier Automata

“Okay, everything looks normal. You’ve done great so far. There’s really only one more test we need to run, and then you can get back into action.”

“Alright.”

The medical unit, 3H, though whether she should have been called a technician unit or a mechanic unit was a fairly popular field of semantic debate, was relatively abnormal for a YoRHa officer in that she made no pretense of looking human. Her model had definitely looked standard at one point, but she had augmented and altered herself steadily over the years until she could only move sparingly from the center of the room, suspended and connected to her various monitors and machines like a spider at the center of a web she had built for herself. She smiled politely and several telescoping arms moved like octopi tendrils around the room. It was a discomforting sight at first, but after a while her smiles won you over. She also always smelled less like a hospital and more like a bakery.

9S himself looked less than fully human right now. Both front and back plating on his torso had been removed, leaving a hole fully visible through his stomach below his ribs interrupted only by framework scaffolding and a few artificial organs. Her wires reached inside of him like it was no major thing. Which was probably true for her.

“I understand you, as a field unit, will have been given relief and support functionality before deploying for the first time.”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose,” 9S tried to shrug, but movement wasn’t something that he was fully capable of yet, still too plugged into the doctor and her room, “I wasn’t so much given them as they were… activated. I always had the… hardware.”

“Of course,” The doctor prodded his penis with one of her tendrils, “Biological simulacra, even with nonfunctional parts, has always been part of the design process. Even units without the conventional ability to see will be given eye-surrogates. There’s been some debate about the use of it, but we are made in God’s image.”

“Right…” 9S tried to avoid glancing down at his open body.

“How has the experience been? Getting erections, using the mechanism for more than just venting waste coolant?” Her eyes flickered in her head, the telltale sign of making notes. “Have you used it to perform any relief services?”

“Ah… not… as such,” 9S suddenly became very aware of one of her tendrils rooting around inside his stomach, checking coolant reservoirs and connections.

“That isn’t surprising. Reports have indicated that almost no requests have been made regarding relief by those planetside in some time. Even 2B, who is rated at a maximum by those surveyed in terms of desirability,” She caught herself and cleared her throat, “I apologize, that was not information I was privileged to share or you were privileged to hear, please forget it.”

“Right…”

“Then you haven’t used the functionality since its installation?”

“Not outside of daily boot checking as I was instructed to perform.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I only ask because I’m going to need to perform cursory checks on all of the functionality involved.”

“Ah,” 9S felt a tinge of embarrassment he couldn’t quite explain but buried it, “That won’t be a problem.”

One of the tendrils in his gut interfaced with his lower nervous core while he allowed her to perform a port entry. There was a level of trust that he, by necessity, had to show her that he wouldn’t show anybody else. His ports were properly sanitized and foolproof, but if he actively lowered the gate, somebody could still walk in. She walked in and immediately started pressing buttons.

His cock hardened and swelled to full size in the span of about a second, the until-recently foreign sense of fullness and pleasant strain coming with it. 3H’s eyes flickered as she interfaced further and noted the results, causing his cock to jump in place and causing a small trickle of clear fluid to leak from the tip.

“Functionality is all as expected. I am going to perform some physical stimulation and simulate an orgasm.”

She didn’t wait for 9S to give the green light, one of her tendrils which opened at the tip like a mouth wrapping around his cock and enclosing it to the base. He flushed and let the sensation wash over him, a pleasant sort of pulling, suckling feeling which seemed to invite him to push deeper inside of the orifice, though he was as deep as he could possibly go. After a moment he felt her flip the switch inside of him for release and the extremely pleasant sensation of climax passed over him, strong enough to elicit a moaning vocalization from him. He felt the quick, staccato burst of fluid releasing from the tip of his penis, the jerking rhythmic spasm of his member and the entirely artificial testicles below.

“That’s odd,” The first thing he heard after it had abated was the doctor mumbling to herself and the steady whir of her note-taking servos.

“What’s odd?” He asked, his voice a little shaky.

“The orgasm protocol performed exactly as intended, but the stimulation registered as less effective than expected.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I’m not sure, partially because I’m not sure what may have caused it. All of the connections performed as expected, there are no errors in the code or in the mechanism of the thing. It may be something of a… ghost in the machine, if you will.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” 9S tried not to look anxious.

“It’s a phenomenon we encounter often but which our understanding of is limited. Some of the more pessimistic units theorize that it’s the result of continuous unobservable damages, others believe it may be a manifestation of practiced behaviors. For example, while it’s entirely possible that your lower stimulus response is the result of some uncaught bug or hack damage, it’s equally as possible that it simply comes as the result of not regularly using your relief functionality, your personal preferences and behaviors, or some combination of them. Have you been hacked recently?”

“Not that I’ve been able to detect.” 9S felt a small point of pride being challenged, “And if they were good enough to affect me without my knowing, I don’t know that anybody other than one of the AI cores could find the changes they made.”

“You’re likely correct.” The doctor whirred again, “My notes record it as likely being an issue purely of incidence or personal quirk. Similarly, 2B’s right breast is much more… I apologize, that was not information I was privileged to share.”

“It’s… fine,” 9S couldn’t help but blush slightly.

“I’ll test the other aspects of your relief functionality and see if the error recurs. If it’s as simple as core-level anhedonia-”

“Wait, what do you mean other aspects?”

“Surely you were told about them when you received your update for penile functionality?”

“I…” 9S realized he had likely failed to properly listen at the time, “I did, I just need a refresher.”

“You will have simulacra of standard human erogenous zones, such as the neck, upper legs, and nipples. This is part of the field-standard issue. As well, your rear access port will have had its functionality expanded and upgraded to also serve as an erogenous zone.”

“Why make… that place.. Be one I feel stuff in?”

“The same reason why the penis or breasts are given erogenous status for field androids. While the rear port of any android serves for an emergency relief zone, similar to the mouth, it is a good motivator toward serving relief duty for the android to be able to receive pleasure from it.”

“Right, but doesn’t having… male functionality mean I don’t need that?”

“Incorrect. Male functionality can be applied or revoked independent of the unit, but this does not take away the possibility of unit appeal to members of either gender. This is why 2B has access to several hundred different forms of… I apologize, that is not information I am privileged to share.”

“Wouldn’t all of the… males be attracted to 2B?”

The doctor’s servos hummed for a moment, then she loudly clicked.

“It may interest you to know that you rated higher among male participants than you did among females in some of the communities surveyed, and still performed similarly or to negligible difference in the rest.”

“I’m not sure I want to apply relief to males!” 9S’s blush had gotten seriously out of hand.

“It is standard practice. While I could enforce total anhedonia and remove the majority of relief functionality, this would not stop you from being expected to provide it, simply remove any physical stimulus to yourself. Please allow me to perform my test.”

9S realized he had been locking his ports as tightly as possible for the past few moments and released them with an internal groan. 3H didn’t so much flip a switch as toy with a few of them before one of her probing tentacles came up and prodded and suckled at his neck. He shuddered and tried his best not to pull away, but it was an almost involuntary action. When the same tentacle descended a moment later and checked one and then the other of his nipples, the reaction was much more of a shudder and a quick exhale. The feeling of having his nipples played with wasn’t like anywhere else on his body. It wasn’t so immediately urgent and demanding of his attention as a sexually intimate area, but it was still sharp, intense.

“Hmm, high end of normal bounds.” The doctor noted, “Maybe higher than I’d expect but within normal bounds. I’ll have to make a records request, but if I were to guess, the person who did your initial upgrades may have already known about your equivalent popularity with males.

He didn’t have time to respond, one of the doctor’s tendrils came probing around behind him, poking wetly against his ass. It was a completely alien sensation to him in a way that even the relative strangeness of everything else couldn’t compare. Even just being there pressed against his hole, not trying to enter, was a sort of intense pressure all its own. As the tendril writhed and smeared its wetness around his hole, his body started to relax and allow it in. When it suddenly and finally broke in fully, he gasped audibly. It wormed inside of him, seemingly far bigger than it had felt when coming in, and when it pressed against one of the interior walls it would elicit a whole new shockwave of sensations.

“Oh, interesting. Odd.” The doctor whirred for a moment, “Not only is the pleasure response back here higher than expected in proportion to the loss up front, it’s actually a good deal higher even than that. Your rear port here is the most sensitive part of you.”

“I don’t understand…” 9S tried to talk while the doctor’s tendril continued its cruel snaking, “What purpose would that serve?”

“Again, some of it is a ghost within the machine, and I can’t give a full and proper answer. But for what I could explain, really the relief programming could reward any response we wanted it to. It would be entirely possible for us to make it so one of our agents experienced the most intense pleasure possible for them when performing oral sex or hand stimulation. Even not going to that extreme, most of the field agents who are more subservient in their relief practices we give at least some pleasure process to their blowjobs and the like.”

9S’s cock had surged to full hard without any direct stimulation, possibly even harder than before. He could feel it pulsing outward each time the tentacle would flick forward toward it.

“Hmm, because the pleasure response to anal stimulation is so high and because the call for penile assistance has proven to be so low, we may be able to optimize you slightly. Pardon me for just a moment.”

The tentacle slid out of him, leaving a yawning void and his cock throbbing in the air. 9S struggled to catch his breath, surprised by how much the experience had been taking out of him, then his cock suddenly dropped fully flaccid. He could still feel the urge for release and the general pressure of arousal, but nothing showed physically on his body as a result.

“Hey!” He yelped.

One of the tendrils circled around him and stroked his cock a few times, then engulfed it entirely in its open end. 9S looked in horror, having to see that it was actually happening to be sure, because he couldn’t feel anything. It was like all sensation had gone from his penis, not even leaving an aching numbness where it had been. Simply nothing.

“See, having turned off all non-essential penile functions, I’ve freed up six points of memory which can be used for further combat and support optimization. Additionally, because of the increased sensitivity of anal stimulation, this has not removed your ability to achieve orgasm, nor seriously inhibited your ability to perform relief duties, seeing as your penis was not in high active use.”

The tendril crept back into his ass and brought with it the pressure, the neediness for release, even if his cock wouldn’t and couldn’t get hard to reflect it. It lashed continuously down toward his member, each time seeming to press against some sensitive bulb inside of him which made the sensation of nearing release surge like electricity. He couldn’t help himself, parting his lips and letting out a weak, keening sound, desperate for approaching orgasm and deeply uncomfortable at the prospect of it happening without his cock so much as being grazed.

When it came his fluid release didn’t come so much surging or shooting from his cock as it came weakly dribbling, dripping onto the ground between his legs as the tendril continued to piston inside of him. The feeling was a step up in intensity from the few previous orgasms he’d had, ridden out through its duration with the same churning, pressing strokes inside of him that sent little shocking pulses through his soft cock, pushing out continuous little dribbles and streams even when he’d thought it was done, making him shudder.

“Performance is exceptional within bounds. I fully believe that this will be a net positive to your battle performance while not dramatically affecting your ability to provide relief in the field.”

“Wait!” 9S gasped, “What if somebody wants to use my penis?”

“If that event arises, you can contact myself or anybody else up on the Bunker with port access and we can restore use of it to you, providing you have enough free memory for the facilities.”

“Why not… let me opt in or out of it, like smell or taste?”

“Relief functions are considered mission-critical, and it would not be your privilege to decide to decline them any more than it would be to decline combat. I assure you, you are unlikely to notice any serious negative change from this. There is actually an outside chance that this improves your relief duty performances, as isolating your attention to males may disabuse any notions they have of you not returning their attention.”

“But I don’t want to just give anal relief!” The tendrils withdrew from within him and his body started being put back in place, but he felt more helpless than before.

“Then you may either perform oral and hand-based relief without pleasure modification to find the process rewarding or you can opt-in to motivating pleasure programming. YoRHa policy dictates that you have total freedom of choice in that particular matter. Glory to Mankind.”

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