Faster and Stronger

“Dude, did you know that spaghetti is a plural, and one noodle is called a spaghetto?”

Bender sounded genuinely surprised. “What? That’s crazy.” 

“I know, right?!”

This was basically all Bender and Lucy had planned for the day. Bender was watching All My Circuits, Lucy laying on his lap and half-paying attention while they fiddled around on their eyePhone, the two making light chatter (and sometimes having the occasional make-out sesh) in between commercials. Not exactly the most exciting way to spend their Saturday, but it was certainly comfortable, and it was a routine the two had quickly gotten used to.

During a local commercial for Glugmo’s Home Installation Service, Bender felt a tap on his arm. He looked in Lucy’s direction and they turned their eyePhone screen around so he could see. “Is this real?”

“Uh,” It took Bender’s optics a moment to adjust to it, the brightness on their screen turned all the way up for some godforsaken reason. Squinting, his cheeks flushed when he realized what they were showing him - an ad for a generator, one specifically designed to pleasure robots. Just the association of Lucy and the device was immediately making dirty thoughts crop up but he shook them away. He coughed awkwardly, trying to collect himself. “Uh, yeah. I’m honestly surprised you’ve never heard of ‘em.”

“Wait, so like, what do they do?”

“What am I, a walking dictionary now?” 

“I’m just curious!” Lucy’s legs moved slightly, “It looks interesting.”

Bender was getting increasingly flustered the more he had to go into detail about this. “It, uh, produces electricity…and it works differently from a normal generator, ‘cause it disperses it throughout your body, not just directly to your power supply.” Explaining as quickly as he could, he fanned away the beginnings of a steaming fit before taking a sip of his beer, trying to distract himself. “I’ve never had one, though, so, I dunno.”

“Huh.” They replied. “Cool.”

Before Bender knew it he was being dragged to the sex store downtown at 4 PM in the afternoon. He doesn’t know how they keep getting him in these situations, but he couldn’t deny that this was exciting, the thought of currents going straight into his body...maybe he and Lucy were on the same wavelength after all. There was still one thing, though…

“Y’know those things are, like, a gajillion dollars, right?”

“It’ll be fiiiiiine,” Lucy drawled out, turning their body to look at him while walking backwards. “I’ll figure it out.”

“I could just steal it…” He casually pushed them to the side so they wouldn’t backwards-walk into a pedestrian. 

“Yeah, but that’s no fun-” Suddenly they were falling backwards and they yelped, landing square on their back with a loud clunk , having tripped on the uneven sidewalk. Bender damn near busted a piston at this, holding his stomach and cackling loudly before extending a hand, still snickering. “Okay, I shoulda predicted that,” They grabbed Bender’s hand and he helped them to their feet. “But, point being ,” Brushing dust off their chassis, they winked at him. “I’ve got somethin’ planned, so don’t worry about it.” They pushed open the door to the shop, the tinted windows making it stick out like a sore thumb in the rows of over-the-top, extravagant displays that lined the streets.

“Smooth,” Bender said sarcastically, following closely behind. Lucy didn’t have a snarky response to that, instead staring in awe at the rows of sex toys, each wall covered in them. They just stood there for a few seconds until Bender tapped their shoulder, snapping them out of their daze. “Uh, have you never been in a sex shop before?”

“Nnnot really,” They admitted, looking through their memory banks. “I mean, kinda, once, when I was younger, I wasn’t technically allowed in there but I was in it anyways ‘cause I thought it was a novelty shop?” They turned to look at Bender. “It was not a novelty shop.”

He chuckled. “That sounds like somethin’ you’d do.”

“Shut up,” They laughed, punching his arm lightly before interlocking their fingers with his. Hand in hand, moving to the section dedicated to robots, the two combed through the items before they found it - along with a price tag of $400.

“Welp.” Bender took out a piece of cartography paper and a pen. “If you wanna start doing recon, I can plan the heist for tonight-”

“We are not stealing it,” Lucy looked around. “Not in the traditional way, at least.”

Bender made a confused noise at that, and they just extended their hand halfway across the store, grabbing a shirt off the rack; it was hot pink and said ‘JUICY’ on the front in bright cyan letters with an arrow pointing to the crotch area. Lucy wouldn’t be caught dead with it, and they don’t know a single person who would ever wear it - nor do they want to - but it made for a suitable enough distraction, deliberately holding it in front of the generator in their hand. They waved to the tired-looking cashier. “Excuse me - is there a changing room?”

Looking markedly dead-inside, they slowly pointed to a back corner of the shop, and Lucy hastily thanked them before darting there, Bender in tow. Multiple rooms sat next to each other, each one (thankfully) empty. Giggling, they shoved their way into one near the back, Bender making sure to lock the door behind them. He sat in the middle of the long seat that jutted out of the wall then drummed his fingers against his knees. “Sooooooo…what now?”

Lucy scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious?” Tearing open the box to the generator, they then removed the plastic coil from the wires, grabbing the plug and extending their arm to prod around the wall, looking for an outlet. Bender gaped at them.

“Wait, but, what if someone hears us?”

“Good,” Lucy grinned evilly. “Besides, it’s a sex shop and, well, we’re shopping for sex, I guess.” Pretending that made any sense, they shrugged before motioning to that god awful garish shirt again. “Also, did you actually think I wanted that thing?”

Bender crossed his arms. “I thought you wanted it ironically!”

“...Now that you mention it, I kinda do,” Lucy hummed before they let out a soft ‘oh’ noise, finally finding an outlet. They quickly plugged it in before pulling their arm back, making a slight zzzip noise as it returned to its socket. “We can get back to that later.”

Unfolding a pamphlet, they scanned over the instructions before crumpling the paper and throwing it behind them, figuring they got the gist of it. Two plugs and a basic digital interface didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out. Opening their chest compartments and plugging the generator into they and Bender’s respective motherboards, they then moved their knees to either side of him, sitting in his lap. “You ready?”

Bender smirked, feeling brave. “Bet you $20 you’ll overload before me,”

Leaning in, they sneered. “You’re on.”

They pressed a button and Bender let out a raspy gasp, shivering, already feeling more sensitive. Maybe this was a bad idea. It sent bursts of electricity at a rate of 5 watts every 2 seconds, and the two dials controlled how strong or how fast they wanted it. The two shifted in place, neither of them used to the feeling of arousal being quite literally pumped into them. Fingers dancing on the dials, Lucy’s optics met Bender’s. “I could go faster. You?”

Bender did not have the demeanor of someone who could go faster already, jumping with every burst to his system, but he hummed a ‘mhm’ regardless and they upped it to 8 watts every second. A moan nearly tore its way out of Bender’s voicebox, but he managed to cover it up with an awkward-sounding cough while a tremble shook through his chassis.

“Christ, babe, isn’t this a bit much…?” He breathed out, gripping the seat tighter. 

“I’m just gettin’ started, love,” Arousal was starting to show through their voice which made him feel better, managing to slightly relax on the uncomfortable bench. That was until they set the speed to a constant stream of 8 watts and he jolted, footcups scraping the floor while a strained moan escaped his voice module. It was like his whole body was buzzing, vibrating, and he struggled to sit still at the constant stimulation. 

“Shit, that’s nice…” He groaned quietly, voice cracking, holding onto their waist.

“Yeah…” Legs shifting while their hands gripped his shoulders.

Bender wasn’t the type to lose a bet, but that was getting dangerously close to being the case. He could feel the static prickles of an overload forming in his core and antenna and this gave him an idea; clearly, he needed to play dirty. 

His digits found Lucy’s antenna and they gasped sharply, barely holding back a moan. “Hhhey, that’s cheating - ah, ” They buried themself in his chest when Bender started moving his hand, Lucy’s fingers practically boring through his shoulders. Shaking, they managed to collect themselves enough to inconspicuously sneak one hand being his head while they inched another towards the generator, suddenly gripping the top of his antenna and turning it up to a constant 20 watts, using their mouthplate to muffle the subsequent moan that rippled through the two of them. Stubby fingers grabbed desperately at the back of Lucy’s head and they pulled away, a smug look on their face. “Look at…look at you, Bender, you’re such a slut,” He cried at that, his body pushing into theirs. Shaking their head, Lucy tsked at him. “You’re even trying to grind on me, so cute…”

“It’s,” A tremble worked its way through his systems and he let out a shaky sound in between a sigh and a moan. It was getting harder to hold back, and his determination to win the bet was waning the closer he got to the edge. “Too much,” Bender panted out, limbs shaking and tears falling from his optics. Lucy used the back of their hand to wipe them away gently.

“Too bad.” Their touch on his antenna changed to hard, fast pumps and he slapped a hand over his mouthplate. A part of him not wanting them to have the upper hand, Bender mirrored them, moving his hand more deliberately along their antenna. It devolved into the two frantically stroking each other, trembling, trying to get the other to overload while more and more electricity poured into them moment by moment. Lucy began to lose their composure, their movements getting more unstable and uncoordinated.

Noticing this, “Let me- I need to,” Bender used his free hand to bring Lucy’s face closer, capturing them in a gentle kiss. They squeaked against his mouthplate, suddenly much closer to the edge. 

The metaphorical wires snapped and they both shuddered, optics squeezed shut, steam and sparks shooting off in all directions while metal digits pawed desperately at one another. Cracked moans reverberated through the small room, not caring about keeping quiet anymore. Finally, the two stiffened and collapsed into each other, systems powering down.

 

…

“Oww,” Lucy groaned. They held their side in pain before realizing someone had been kicking them. They looked behind them to see a human towering over them, not looking too pleased.

“It’s after hours, robots.”

“Oh.” Lucy stared blankly at them.

“That means you’ve gotta get outta here.”

“Oh!” Lucy scrambled to wake Bender up, nudging his side while they put the pieces together of how they got in this situation. They apologized to the human - presumably a night janitor or something, judging by the broom in their hand and hastily ran out of the store, Bender in hand and still half-asleep. The worker probably thought they were stoned or something. They kinda preferred it that way. At least that’d be an excuse. Bender’s ticking sped up as he woke up a little more. Rubbing their arm, they looked to the ground.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“-make us cum that hard?” Bender finished, his voice still carrying a tired inflection.

“Yeah, that.” They and Bender started to walk back home. “ Buuuut , if it makes you feel any better-” Opening their chest compartment, they pulled out the generator, as well as-

“Ugh, did you really hafta get that dumb shirt?” He groaned, facepalming, while Lucy giggled.

“Well, hey! Because of me, we saved-” They checked the tag on the shirt. “$430!”

“That thing costs $30?”

“Well, yeah,” They pulled the shirt over their frame. God, it was so stupid it looped back around to being charming. “You’ve gotta pay a lot for something this high quality. Craftsmanship and stuff.” They said sarcastically. The two then walked in silence for a few moments until Bender remembered something.

“Who won?” A confused look was directed at him and he elaborated, “The bet, I mean.”

“Oh!” They opened something on their visor. “When did you shut down?”

“Uhh,” He checked, “5:13:35.”

“5:13:38.” They smiled at him triumphantly. “I win.”

“Shoulda never brought it up…” He grumbled and Lucy tittered at that. Silence stretched between them before Lucy coughed awkwardly, catching Bender’s attention. 

“I, uh…” Trying to figure out how to phrase this was hard. “You’re okay, right?”

“Uh, yeah?” He ran a quick diagnostics check and got the all clear. “You didn’t break anythin’ in me-”

“No, wait, sorry, that’s not what I mean,” They were kicking themself mentally. “I mean, like, emotionally…?” Cringing, they hated how these words sounded coming out of their mouth and how they most certainly were not to Bender’s taste. Still, he answered.

“Yeah…?” He shook his head, confused. “What’s this about?”

“I guess,” Struggling to admit this, they knew Bender wasn’t helpless, and could take care of himself, but… “I guess I get kinda nervous when you cry, sometimes?” They looked down. “I just don’t wanna hurt you, y’know…?”

A soft feeling buzzed inside of Bender and he fidgeted, not used to being looked after so much. “You don’t hafta worry about that, babe, ‘s just me bein’ a drama queen.”

“I figured,” They breathed. “But I uh, I wanted to make sure.” Inconspicuously locking their fingers with Bender’s, they squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. “And, and you would tell me, right? If somethin’ I was doing was bothering you?”

Bender was about to retort with a “Nothing you do would bother me, babe” or a quip about how he could handle anything, but he guessed that wasn’t very constructive to the conversation at hand. He instead looked away, and mumbled a “I promise” under his breath. He felt a kiss on his cheek and a nuzzle into his arm. Still looking away, Bender spotted a nearby bar. He stopped in his tracks, Lucy doing the same, before pointing in the direction of it with his thumb. “Hey, how ’bout we forget about the $20 and go out for drinks instead? I’m payin’.”

Lucy grinned and leaned into his side, Bender coiling an arm around them. “Hell yeah.”