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“I didn't expect that Athltea would have similar cities to my world. But I guess they are sort of just slightly more advanced than us. I mean, they have DAs instead of patrol vehicles!"

On a fine weekday, Kitt chooses to spend his time back in Athltea, the world of kinky yet versatile rubber robots and dangerous but enticing Lumixes. Kitt had been waiting for the opportunity to explore Athltea, not to go on any harrowing missions or have lewd encounters with Drive Armors but to simply appreciate the alien world and its beauty. And just like how Kitt described it, Athltea isn't too different from the depiction of the world in the 21st century except for the fact that there were rubber robots everywhere you looked. From working alongside delivery trucks to literally replacing police cruisers, DAs are deeply integrated into the world of Athltea, and they have all kinds of uses, not just to protect cities and combat the Lumix threat.

And so today, Kitt was in the city of Relo, a decently-sized urban city, not too big and not too small. Not only that, but it was also a walkable city, something Kitt had never experienced before. With Relo still being a city, there were lots of cars, but the traffic wasn't as bad as back home. There was, however, a lot of public transport. Most impressively, they had a bullet train built which hung above the road across Kitt. With all these sights, Kitt compared it to the Muropean countries of his world and their progressive stance in accessible and eco-friendly cities which would be a luxury for the cat. Kitt had taken the bus here but really wanted to take the bullet train. But unfortunately, he was already outside of his destination, which was the city's local mall.

“Woah… This place is huge! Oh wow! Haha! Why does everything seem like a parody of my world?!”

Entering the mall, Kitt experienced culture shock when he recognized stores that were actually completely named differently. They all sold the same items, served the same food, but their names and color scheme was different. The usual Solarbucks was now a Starbucks and the infamous furniture maze of a store, MeowKEA, was now an IKEA. Luckily, the world miraculously shared Kitt's international language, so there was no need for some sort of on-the-fly translator.

“It feels so odd… Hmm… I wonder what the toys of this world are?”

Being an adult doesn't stop anyone from enjoying some pretty pieces of plastic so Kitt made his way to the upper floors of the mall to look for the toy store. Once again, just like the stores he saw when Kitt first arrived, the toy store was named and colored differently but still sold the same items. The toys sold inside also followed the same differences, but one aisle immediately caught Kitt's attention. Kitt wasn't sure what to make of it, but he had found a section of the store that sold Drive Armor plushies. Drac Tech basically ran the world due to everyone's reliance on their DAs for their protection but Kitt didn't expect they would have merchandise. Not only that, they had gacha capsule machines too!

“Is that a damn DA gashapon machine? God… Does the public even know… Nevermind. I think it's for the best if they don't know. Only those who know… shivers”

Strangely enough, there were toys and merchandise of Drive Armors in the store which Kitt finds hard to approve of when he knows how they work. But since DAs are a common sight in Athltea, it's not too far fetched that children would be amazed by the robot animals that protect them and would adore them for their service. There were lots of toys; plastic toys, plush toys, DA masks, and figures made up a small corner of the store. And so with this interesting find of Drac Tech toys and merchandise, Kitt returned his attention to the gacha machine to try his luck. Obviously, Kitt wouldn't be buying big plastic toys for himself so he opted to get mini figures of DAs to maybe place on his desk back home. On the little percentage table pasted on the plastic surface, the machine was able to dispense the figures of miniature DAs and their many variants.

The common rarity were DDA Type Rangers and other DAs that were frequently seen in public while the rarest one was an XDA. The XDA took the shape of a mechanical worm, but it seemed as if the rarest drop was incomplete as there wasn't any other information aside from its name. Still, wanting to get the best of the best, Kitt spent a lot of money on the gacha machine, only to come out with four colorful yet common rarity DDA Type Rangers and one single rare rarity of an NDA Type Manta Ray. At least Kitt finally had a souvenir from Athlea that wasn't traumatic memories, a latex suit in disguise, or a loose asshole which he could give to some friends.

“Now, where to next? I think I saw a Drive Armor-themed café across the street. I wonder what they would even serve there…*

After Kitt's little souvenir shopping trip, he leaves the mall for the nearby plaza. This time, the quality of the plaza was finally on par with Kitt's home world, being decorated with lots of greenery and fountains and a small open space for a small band to perform. Restaurants and all kinds of luxury stores littered the plaza, with Kitt even finding a sex shop in one corner of the plaza. The sight of a sex shop immediately drew Kitt in like a month to a flame but he knew he shouldn't be thinking of sex again and only took a little peak. The small peak that Kitt did take made him pitch a tent when he saw the sex toys inside were also DA themed.

“No, no, no, no! You're supposed to eat! Not… browse for sex toys!”

The sight of Kitt's own reflection quickly snapped him out of his lewd trance, shaking his head before returning on his way to the DA café. A few stores later and Kitt did finally find the place. The café had a cozy cottage theme with the breakthroughs of Drac Tech printed and framed on brown crumbling paper like old scrolls despite the usual connection that people have with DAs being that they were robots and were the peak of Drac Tech engineering. But once Kitt made his way inside, he was greeted by the sight of a PDA Type Raptor colored like a wooden puppet carrying people's meals. This sight of a PDA working not as a hunter of the Lumixes but as an efficient waiter reminded Kitt that DAs weren't just to fight alongside and have sex with but also robots that help in many aspects of the lives of Athltean citizens.

“‘Ey there, sir! Welcome to Dino Cottage! May I take your order?”

"(Wow! How does the PDA have such a deep and manly voice!) I… Uhh… Would like the Wyvern Cloud Pancakes, please! And with the side of… uhhh… the Grape-flavored Cyan Lumix Shake?”

“Cash or card?"

“Uhh… This?"

“My! That is a Drac Tech VIP card! I'll have your order with you lickity split!”

Nepotism, am I right? That would be what would have been in Kitt's mind if he didn't grow up learning to humble himself and was actually embarrassed to get special treatment just because of his VIP credit card. Unfortunately, the PDA waiter had already gone away to prepare Kitt's order, leaving Kitt groaning in shame that he'd benefit from the special card. And of course, Kitt it would be even more embarrassing to refuse to refuse the pancakes and shake once it was served to him and just gave the waiter a sorry smile before he began to chow down.

“Wow… It's so fluffy, and cooked to perfection. The shake as well… The taste is so fruity!”

At least Kitt was still able to make his experience enjoyable thanks to the delicious food. Just imagine eating a stack of pancakes shaped like a wyvern along with a swirly and colorful shake. The closest thing Kitt had to such novelty were cat maid cafés where every single item was themed around cats and their different coat patterns. But as Kitt continued to enjoy his meal, he caught sight of another DA in public use. This time, it was a DDA Type Scout, an agile variant of Dragon Drive Armors usually used for scouting missions. But now, here in the city of Relo, it seemed to have taken the place of police motorcycles as a white Scout DDA with a blue and white checkered pattern followed a parking enforcement officer on their patrol.

Sipping the last drops of his shake, Kitt watched the police-colored Scout DDA follow the PEO around with great curiosity. Kitt had seen that police cars still exist in the city from some parked ones he passed by. But when the police use DAs, do they ride on their backs or pilot them from the inside? Judging from the clothing of the PEO, Kitt innocently hoped that they rode their DAs on their backs. And what about their energy needs? Were police precincts loaded with spare sperm to fuel their DAs? Or do police officers masturbate to fuel their DAs. Milked inside or jerking off outside? It was just so hard to assume the most logical truth without asking but Kitt wouldn't dare ask out of embarrassment.

“I wonder if there are firefighting Drive Armors like Dess… Hmmm… Huh. That scout is kind of wobbling. It doesn't seem to be walking straight. Has the officer noticed them? I wonder if it's been fueled recently.”

After tidying up his table, Kitt picked up his bags of souvenirs and left to inspect the police Scout DDA and their partner further, basically stalking them as they did their patrol. Since Kitt had experience with Drive Armors, especially now that he was an intermediate-ranki Drac Tech hunter, he got the gist of how DAs would act under certain conditions. For example, when a DA moves too robotically, it may indicate rusty or unlubricated joints. Or if a DA is exhibiting the behavior of forgetfulness, it may be a sign of an ineffective CPU. And with this wobbling Scout DDA, Kitt knew they were undoubtedly low on power.

“Smaller models usually operate perfectly for a week after refueling, and another week until they shut down. It looks like this DA hasn’t had a meal in a long time. Had they forgotten to fuel it? I have to warn the officer.”

Once he made his not-so-expert diagnosis of the DDA’s wobbling, Kitt took a deep breath and approached the officer, tapping them on their back to get their attention.

“Uhh… Hello there, officer! I was just wondering if your DDA is doing alright. He seems quite wobbly, like a totally accurate battle horse.”

“Oh, this guy? Well… We got him three months ago. He’s been a great help, but he’s been refusing his… Ahem! Designated fuel… Something about finding it disgusting. We’ve been slipping a few syringes into his versa port, but he keeps scrambling away. At least he doesn’t kick us in the face when we try to. Wait, why am I even telling you this, citizen?”

“I can help with that! I am an off-duty Drac Tech pilot!”

“Y-You are? Wow… Hmm… I guess I could let you take a look. Since it’s an uneventful day today, I guess you can take himhere back to the station to check on him. Tell him Officer Rost suggested you take a look as well as present your ID.”

“Alright, I’ll make sure to do my best to help your police DDA!”

With a directing nod, the police officer ordered the DDA to follow Kitt, and the two made their way to the police station. And once the officer was out of view, Kitt turned to the DDA next to him and immediately struck up a conversation.

“Hey, buddy! What’s your name?”

“M-M-M-My name? Err… I-It’s Sam. Dragon Drive Armor T-Type Scout or DDA-4100S for s-short.”

“My, aren’t you jittery? Is everything alright?”

“Alright? W-What’s your definition of alright? Functioning? Yes. Functioning well? Definitely not.”

To Kitt’s surprise, Sam, the Scout DDA for police purposes, sounded like ayoung adult with an incredibly meek and timid. All DAs come with an assortment of voices, some had female voices with a sweet motherly tone or ones with a manly middle-aged voice. But with Sam, it seemed as if an introvert projected themselves onto the DDA. Kitt knew all DAs were unique, but he didn’t think he’d ever meet one that ground him as much as a stuttering young-sounding DDA that reminded him of a few classmates back home.

“From what I heard from the officer, you haven’t been taking your fuel. Why is that? Has the fuel gone bad? They are usually stored in frozen containers and could easily last half a century.”

“H-Have you heard of what my fuel is?! They come from you humans, either the sperm of a male or the milk and fluids of a female. A-And I’m supposed to let people ride inside me? And I have to use my tentacles to milk them? Have you seen their private parts? They look so weird, so I’m not doing any of that! It’s so horrible! So there’s no way I’m going to milk someone and drink their fluids, or any bodily fluids, even if it’s my source of energy, not even when I was first activated!”

“When were you first activated?”

“T-Three months ago…”

“And you haven’t refueled since?”

“Yes?”

“How about alternative fuel?”

“That’s the only fuel I take now, but I still feel quite drowsy all the time.”

Kitt never thought in his life that he would also meet a DA that seemed like it didn’t want to be a DA. As Sam rambled on about how he found the process of extracting cum for fuel and the look of naked bodies disgusting, the disgusted DA’s problem finally struck Kitt. He was suffering from erotophobia, the fear of sex. A machine… built to accept reproductive fluids along with having the tools to extract it… afraid to exercise its capabilities… If Kitt’s paws could grow, he would have made the biggest facepalm of irony in his life.

Like, Kitt knew that every DA’s Neo AI had a unique personality, but it was insane to know that they were given enough freedom that they could develop a phobia that went against the way they had to power themselves. However, like all phobias, Kitt knew he could show Sam that it was normal for DAs to use sperm as fuel and use their given tools to squeeze a pilot dry for them. The cat just hoped that Sam wouldn’t shut down from shock or fright when the DDA would try to overcome their fear of sex.

“A-Alright, here we are in the station. I t-think we should be free to go to the garage… But I don’t think you should waste your time trying to help me. I still work with alternative energy sources, see?”

“Sam, although you can remain powered with alternate biofuel, you can’t rely on it forever. And who knows? What if the alternative biofuel you’ve been taking also came from humans? Or beasts. Humans and beasts live together in this world.”

“Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! I’m emptying my fuel tank then!”

“What? Hey, don’t do that!”

The two eventually arrive at the police station and head to the garage where Kitt is confronted by police officers. He quickly explains himself to be a Drac Tech pilot looking to fix Sam’s problems and is easily allowed access to the entire place along with a big lightly furnished room where Sam rested when he wasn’t needed. And so Kitt set his souvenirs aside on a table before sitting down with Sam in the DDA’s resting room; Kitt confidently cross-legged on a stool while Sam sat down like a loafing cat, very hesitant to talk about his fuel situation.

“So, with your fear of cum and naked people, you don’t take in sperm or female fluids to revitalize fuel systems. Raw, fresh seed is like oil for your filter chamber. It makes your filter chamber run smoother and efficiently. But if you don’t take in reproductive fluids, your filter chamber could ‘dry out’ in a sense, becoming less effective when synthesizing fuel.”

“T-That’s impossible! You’re just making stuff up!”

“And I heard that when a DA’s filter chamber only synthesizes alternative biofuel and have their filter chamber dry out, they DIE!”

“Eek! Stop! That’s n-not true at all!”

“Do you want to find out then?”

“I-I-I don’t! But I still won’t synthesize sperm!”

“Come on, buddy, you’re built to serve while also being quite a good partner in… other facets of life… What do you say? Want to give your fun side a try? I promise, sex isn’t a bad thing, especially since it’s how you extract your fuel and bond with your future pilots, if police officers are allowed to pilot you that is.”

“No way!”

“Tell me, have you even, tried to use your latex on someone? That cockpit of yours must be really dusty.”

“I-I haven’t… B-But that’s because the other DA’s told me about it and how you cover a pilot in latex and plug their holes! Just thinking about it makes me imagine how painful and uncomfortable that must be for someone! I can’t subject someone to that sort of torture!”

“How do you know it’s torture? Have you let someone pilot you?”

“N-No… But that’s b-because I know to be careful and–”

“Sam, everything you’ve heard about was something you haven’t tried before. How about you give caring for a pilot a proper shot? I promise you, it’s not as scary or as disgusting as it sounds.”

“But one thing I will never forget is the ugly look of the naked body!”

“Then would exploring with my underwear on be alright?”

“I-I guess?”

In the moment Sam finally yielded, Kitt suddenly remembered that he swore he wasn’t going to get into any lewd shenanigans with DAs again but here he was, coaxing one to try sex for the first time as if they literally weren’t built for it. And now that Kitt was too deep to go back and honor his vow, he began to undress, discarding his sweater and shirt and unbuckling his belt, allowing his pants to fall and show a clean pair of gray boxers. It didn’t take long for a tent to grow either thanks to Kitt’s mind filling with lewd thoughts on how he was once again about to have another time of his life, this time with a DA who thought they could remain pure while being a robot specifically designed to have a piloting feature that involved sex. Meanwhile, Sam swallowed hard, and if he had pores, he would likely have been sweating bullets as Kitt strode toward him, circling the DDA with a mix of a lewd and curious expression.

“So… From the day you were activated, nobody has piloted you?”

“Nope. A-And I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want to touch naked people.”

“Interesting… How about pleasure? Have your exterior points been rubbed before?”

“What’s that?”

“You really don’t know?”

Then, Kitt paused just behind Sam as he stood before running a furry hand down the DDA’s tail, causing it to stand stiff from the sudden sensation and making Sam blush internally. Sam wouldn’t comment, though, and allowed Kitt to continue caressing his body. Not only had Sam never experienced the feeling of having a pilot inside of him, but he had never been petted thoroughly before. Even when police officers tried to feel Sam’s rubber hide or scratch his chin, the introverted DDA turned and walked away like a disgusted Golden Retriever with a ball in its mouth. Sam was about to give Kitt the same treatment until the cat tapped their claws on the crotch plate that hid their lengthy DA cock.

“H-Hey! That’s my special area!”

“Have you used your special area before?”

“No… but it’s for discharging dirty latex. I haven’t changed my latex yet since I rarely get them dirty.”

“I know! We should start your sex conditioning by exploring your own body!”

“You’re not a real mechanic or a scientist! Maybe you’re a criminal posing as a Drac Tech hunter! I-I’m not just a fidgety Drive Armor! I can subdue you with my latex easily! So even though you have an ID, I want proof, knowledge that only Drac Tech employees know about!”

At that moment, Sam seemingly escaped his shell of awkwardness, standing up against Kitt and knocking the cat over. Sam’s cockpit then opened slightly to deploy his blue latex tentacles which the scout DA quickly used to threaten Kitt, looming over the now-sitting cat menacingly.

“Gulp! C-Calm down now, Sam. There’s no need to use your tentacles on me!”

“Station, do you copy? I have a potential 10-60 here. The cat who came with me said they were a Drac Tech hunter. Be on standby as I question him.”

“Woah! What’s with the police code? I’m not a criminal, I swear!”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me three things that only a Drac Tech employee would know!”

Under the threat of Sam’s interrogation, Kitt gulped down hard as the DA’s tentacles made wavy shadows against the light in the room, accentuating the sudden change of the now serious atmosphere in the room. But Kitt, after coming face-to-face with all kinds of trouble by now, did not waver and stood up to give the DA the answers they were looking for.

“So you want to know three things that only Drac Tech employees know? Then here’s one!”

“Hmm? I’m waiting, criminal…”

“Uhh…”

However, Kitt immediately froze up, unable to answer with simple things like how DAs all have unique personalities or how Lumix goo is actually synthesized to make certain parts of a Drac Tech equipment and their DAs. Just from Kitt’s body language alone, Sam already knew that he had the cat on the ropes, preparing a pair of handcuffs hidden in his cockpit until Kitt blurted out something that Sam only heard a handful of times due to it being quite controversial and enigmatic.

“Ahhh! I know about Agent Omega!”

“Time is almost up, and you– H-huh? You… You know about the legendary DA?”

“Ah! There! See? I know something!”

“I heard you the first time… H-How do you know about them? Ahem! Unless you are not only the real deal but someone who knows more than the average employee… Now, speak! Tell me what you know about Agent Omega!”

“I don't know anything! You told me to just say anything that only Drac Tech employees would know so there!"

“That's understandable… But you're still missing two!"

“Okay, okay! What if we just give my ID a scan or Drac Tech a phone call so you don't fill every hole in my body with your tentacles?"

“Hmph! Give me that!"

Snatching the ID, Sam quickly scans it, his small camera eyes that were barely noticeable scanning the piece of plastic. If Kitt was actually a phony, he probably would have spent the night in jail or worse, especially with the unique methods of punishment Athltea gives to their criminals. It was something about doing community service with Drac Tech but Kitt knew that it definitely wouldn’t be something like picking up trash or doing unpaid work. Thankfully, Kitt was legitimate, breathing a sight of relief as Sam retracted his tentacles back in his body.

“Hmph. S-Still, I don’t trust you… There’s no way you can change my mind with what I feel about sex and nudity.”

“But it has become detrimental to you, specifically with how you refuse to take our… male milk~”

“Hngh… I said I will be fine with alternative fuel…”

“And when you suddenly break down? They’ll still fill your tank while you’re blacked out. There’s no escaping the fueling routine. Learning to accept this routine is better than giving your teammates a hassle when you suddenly run out of fuel.”

“F-Fine! But make it quick. There are creme-filled donuts waiting for me.”

Now that the matter of whether Kitt was a fake Drac Tech employee was over, Sam loosened up and allowed the cat to inspect his body. Returning to what he had his eyes on earlier, Kitt crouched down behind Sam’s rear and inspected the metal crotch plate. Just like those DAs Kitt had seen before, it was incredibly sturdy with no way to force it open. But of course, there was a special way to open it if the DA wasn’t cooperating. By gently brushing the back of his furry palm, Kitt began teasing the surrounding rubber of Sam’s crotch, hoping to arouse the DDA into releasing their thick member.

However, no matter how Kitt brushed his palm against the surrounding rubber, there was no reaction from Sam. Compared to someone like Riot, Kitt’s Paleo Drive Armor Type Raptor friend, a few light strokes of his palm were enough for the crotch plate to slide open. But in this case, there wasn’t even a twitch coming from the DDA as if they could feel nothing at all. Lightly scratching Sam’s thigh still made the DDA turn in Kitt’s direction, however, so Sam’s sense of touch didn’t seem to have any problems.

“You didn’t feel anything when I rubbed around your crotch?”

“No?”

“Then… what if I stick my hand in your versa port?”

“D-Don’t do that. It just feels extremely weird to me.”

“Make a latex glove for me, and let's start a colonoscopy!”

“What– Y-You know what, whatever, you’re the expert.”

With a quick thought, Sam controlled a tentacle to drip blue goo on Kitt’s paw, turning it into a sterile latex glove as if the cat was actually going to make a real inspection. Sam’s versa port (asshole) was quite big to accommodate fueling pumps and other DA cocks which allows Kitt’s entire hand to slip in. The DDA did wince, confirming their experience of awkwardness. However, when Kitt began slowly wiggling his fingers around the slightly moist canal, there was once again no reaction from Sam despite the abundance of artificial pleasure nerves in the rectum.

“You seriously didn’t feel anything?”

“No… I-Is that a problem? Is that normal?”

“Definitely not normal… Yet your sense of touch still works. As far as I can see it, you seem to be unable to feel any pleasure.”

“How does that relate to my disgust of sex?”

“Maybe some code in you hadn’t activated yet because you have never felt pleasure before?”

“T-That can’t be right…”

“In any case, if you could feel pleasure, I wonder if you’d like it or not and if that would finally change your mind or not.”

“Maybe… Maybe you could try tinkering with my Neo AI? However, there aren’t any tools for DA tinkering here. We’ll need to go to the nearest base for proper repairs which is… an hour from here, halved if my boosters weren’t removed.”

“Then take some natural fuel~?”

“No way! Cum and sex is overrated!”

“Jeez, you’re so stubborn… Fine, I’ll give someone a call, wait here.”

Kitt almost had Sam to willingly refill with sperm but the DDA’s cooperativeness seemed to have snapped the moment Kitt mentioned refueling with sperm again. And so Kitt pulled up his pants, pulled out his phone, and went outside to call someone. The door was left open with a small crack, and being the curious newly-activated DA he was, Sam peered through the opening to hear who Kitt was talking to.

“Hey! Thank you so much for answering the call! How’s the trip to Relo? It’s been wonderful! I really loved the DA-themed café you recommended. Anyway, I ran into a smaaaall problem. I was trying to help a DA who had lost or didn’t have their sense of pleasure but since I have absolutely no engineering knowledge, I thought you might have a solution. Without making a trip to a Drac Tech base, preferably. This is a special case as the DA has problems refueling… and is a puritan…”

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