Buster Drones: A Murder Drones story

***A/N: First story, thanks to the legend*** u/tiger2205_6 ***for creating this subreddit. I'll be sure to post more in the future.***



\*Clung!\*

“Urg!”

Uzi let out a groan as a bolt of artificial pain shot through her body. She clutched her crotch before falling to her knees, pain and frustration both welling up inside her.

“Are you kidding me?!” She cried out angrily, still holding her groin with both hands. “Crotch shots actually work on us?! Who programmed that?!?”

“Well, the running theory is that it’s leftover coding from an April Fool’s joke some nerds back on Earth pulled.” V replied as she stood before the kneeling drone, hands on her hips. “If it helps, it’s not just Worker drones either. J \*loved\* hitting N and I where it hurts.”

Uzi blinked, then glanced over at N, who sat on a swivel chair nearby. The happy-go-lucky drone let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, squeezing was J’s favorite. Said it was cause she ‘liked seeing the pain in our eyes.’”

The shorter worker drone was silent for a moment, then spoke.

“Well I’m glad I melted her.”

\*Clang!\*

“Gah!”

Uzi folded halfway in on herself as V’s foot swung back up between her thighs, sending another surge of pain rolling through her metallic body.

“S-so w-why are we d-doing this again?” The worker drone inquired, squinting up at V. “C-cause if you wanted-“

\*Whing!\*

“Urk!” Uzi grunted once more as pain like a lightning strike shot through her robotic body. “…I-if you wanted to t-test if it still w-worked on me-“

\*Clang!\*

“Guh, f-fuck, V!” The shorter drone whined, purple eyes squeezed shut as the pseudo-agony rolled through her in waves. In response, the female disassembly drone merely chuckled lightly as she watched Uzi writhe before her.

“Call it me acting on some well-founded paranoia.” She replied after a moment, shrugging her shoulders as she brought her leg back. “If it helps, this was the lesser or two evils.”

“Wait, what was the other-?”

\*Whung!\*

“Fuck!”

From his seat on the swivel chair, N couldn’t help but wince as he watched kick after kick get slammed into his best friend’s crotch, her pain receptors no-doubt working overtime from the sudden influx of agonizing strikes. Credit where credit was due, she was taking them like a champ, almost as well as V or N could. However, while her endurance was admirable, it could only last so long.

Eventually, after a particularly brutal kick, Uzi collapsed in a heap on the ground, moaning in pain while she desperately clutched her crotch with both hands.

Seemingly satisfied, V gave a nod before she turned to N, who could physically feel his core drop at the smile his fellow disassembly drone gave him.

“Your turn\~.”