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Uzi, clad in her maroon business-casual work suit, was walking home from work, the hustle and bustle of the city walking with her. Drones of both Worker, Disassembly, and Eldritch kind milled about. Some were returning from work, others were teenagers hanging out, and a few were probably homeless.
But Uzi didn’t mind. She’s so used to it all by now, having lived her entire life here. And it isn’t a bad one, in all honesty. Decent job, pretty alright bosses and coworkers, not too much crime, stable home life, a dream come true for most she assumes.
Walking by the many tall office buildings in the evening sun, Uzi took a bored glance at a giant poster posted on the wall just beside her. It made Uzi pause, her lavender purple eye lights going wide and her CPU halting for but a moment.
The poster depicted a pretty female Disassembly Drone, clad in a sparkly red dress and a tiara. Next to her was another pretty woman, with high pigtails and wearing a longer, blue, satin dress.
Their beauty made Uzi a bit self-conscious. She’s been seeing all these beauty ads for a while now, and seeing all the women around her with their pimped frames, silky hair, shiny plating, curvy bodies, and expensive clothing has really been taking a toll on her CPU.
Uzi tries not to let it get to her, really. But sometimes, like moments like these where it seems tonight is World Date Night, Uzi wishes she had a more attractive frame.
‘Just… Something a little curvier, maybe supple?’ Uzi questioned in her CPU as she resumed walking. ‘Something that would make me pretty, too.’ Her gaze was stuck on the concrete ground.
Uzi wouldn’t be able to shake these sort of thoughts all the way home.
The front door to the sizable apartment opened up. Uzi stepped inside, taking off her small black heels and setting her work purse on the kitchen counter by the wall as she walked further in. A sigh blew past her lips, digital brows creased in stress and somberness.
“Is everything alright, Biscuit?” A monotonous male voice asked.
Uzi turned her head, seeing her husband Nephtali hovering behind her. He was an Eldritch Drone, with only half a head, a fleshy, centipede-like body, and large pincers for hands on his thin arms.
Nephtali wore an apron over his front by his head, the chest being printed with a puppy head. In one of his pincer hands, he held a ladle. And on his head was a yellow kerchief, keeping his messy white hair from getting dirty from cooking.
“You look sad.” Nephtali noted.
“I’m fine.” Uzi replied, turning for the fridge.
“Are you sure?” Her husband spoke, crawling a little closer. “You are usually pretty happy and relieved when you come home, [worried eyebrow crease].” Nephtali added.
“Just one of those days, Neph.” Uzi told him, pulling out a chilled bottle of anti-freeze.
“Whenever it’s ‘one of those days’ you’re usually pretty angry, not sad.” A slightly different male voice said.
Turning once more, Uzi spotted her second husband, Neo. A nice Disassembly Drone, he wore a green turtleneck sweater and simple black leggings. Uzi could see his tail wave in worry over her.
“Well, sometimes ‘one of those days’ can make me more sad than angry.” Uzi retorted, walking past her other husband and to their bedroom.
Getting inside, she set down her now opened anti-freeze bottle and started taking off her stuffy suit. It was all fine and dandy until she got down to her underwear, of which she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Uzi’s frame was so petite in comparison to those of other Workers, and especially the Disassembly Drones. Pretty legs? Nope. Shaped plating? Barely. Silky-soft hair? Not quite. Curves for days? Are you kidding?
Another downtrodden sigh escaped her vents, Uzi setting down her button-up on the bed. One of her hands trailed up her side, measuring her lack of curves.
‘Not even an hourglass…’ Uzi thought, seeing more of a pear, if anything. ‘Don’t guys like hourglasses, not pears?’
“I can’t help but agree with my brothers when they say there’s something bugging you when you have that expression on your face plates, Biscuit.” One more voice, almost identical to Neo’s and Nephtali’s, spoke from behind just as a pair of worker arms wrapped around her waist.
Uzi startled, whipping her head to stare at her third and final husband, Noble. A Worker Drone like her, he wore his own suit. Though, it seems he’s already taken off his blazer and tie.
“I’ve told all of you, I’m fine.” Uzi reiterated, getting more fed up with each questioning of her mood.
“How you’re looking at yourself in the mirror says otherwise.” Noble said back.
Uzi didn’t say anything in return, though she really wanted to. She opted to break free from his loose grasp, going over to sit on the large bed. Noble joined her, and soon after, Neo and Nephtali poked their heads in.
“Were you two eavesdropping?” Uzi asked with a small glare.
“A-A little bit.” Neo chuckled nervously.
“We want to make sure you are okay.” Nephtali told her as he entered the room.
“Yup! Don’t want our beautiful wifey being all sad!” Neo chimed in again, skipping over jovially. “But seriously, are you alright, darling?” His tone turned serious in that kind way again, even giving his said wife a concerned look.
His triplet siblings were much the same, now surrounding her on all sides. Each and every one of them held a look of worry, all over her of all drones.
“Come on, guys. You can’t be that worried about me.” Uzi said, averting all their gazes.
“Of course we can!” Noble refuted. “You’re our wife! How would we not worry when you’re so obviously upset about something?!” He asked her, taking one of her hands.
“Exactly!” Neo said next, taking her other hand. “As your husbands, we have to make sure you’re as happy as a-! Uh- I-I don’t know what the happiest thing in the world is, but probably a puppy!” He almost fumbled, trying to save himself quick.
“They are right, Uzi.” Nephtali chimed in, his pincers sitting in support on her bare shoulders. “We want to make sure nothing is bothering you, and today, something is very well bothering you.” His monotonous voice held the slightest bit of concern, as much as he could muster.
Uzi blinked, taking in their voices of worry. She then sighed for the umpteenth time this evening, conceding and giving in to their demands to voice her problems.
“Okay.” Uzi nodded. Her husbands all took seats around her on the bed. “When I was coming home from work today, I saw a big advertisement on a building wall.” She started.
“It had these two really pretty Disassembly Drones on it, wearing nice dresses and looking all beautiful. They were like-…” Uzi paused. “They’re like the female drones of your dreams.” She said bluntly.
Her three husbands’ digital eyebrows blinked onto their visors and creased in worry. Neo and Noble started thumbing the backs of her hands, with Nephtali giving her a careful massage.
“Not to mention that lately, all the ads I’ve been getting on my phone, laptop, even the TV sometimes-!” She paused again, taking a calming vent. “They’ve all been beauty ads. And I have to wonder…” A trail as Uzi thought.
“Am I… Really all that pretty?” She finally spoke.
Neo, Noble, and Nephtali were shocked! How could she think that?! How could she question herself?! Her attractiveness?!
“I mean, I’m really not all that special.” Uzi spoke again, catching her spouses’ attention. “I’m just a tiny Worker Drone, not even any curves. The only place that has squish is my butt, and no guy cares about that.” She said, voice small.
“A-And even then… Ev-en then-n…” Tears sprung to her optics, hands grasping onto her two husbands’. “I don’t get how you, any of you, can think and say I’m ‘pretty’ or ‘perfect’ or ‘beautiful’ everyday when there’s so many other gorgeous women out there.” She admitted, the pixel tears falling.
“Oh, Biscuit…” Neo cooed, hugging her on one side.
“Don’t say that about yourself.” Noble added, embracing her other side.
“That is not true at all.” Nephtali said, moving his pincers to her waist to also hug her.
“How can you all say that?” Uzi asked them. “I’m nowhere near as pretty as those modeling drones in ads or posters or even just walking about outside.” Her voice was almost staticky in her sadness.
“Because,” Neo spoke as he peeked an optic open to look at her. “Would us triplets be married to you if we didn’t love you?” He asked her.
“And even if you weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, we’d still marry you.” Noble told her, nuzzling into her neck.
“Those ads are all wrong. You are even more gorgeous than the ladies posing for pictures for products you do not need, [nuzzle].” Nephtali said right after, cuddling into her tresses.
Uzi’s tears kept falling, though she admits their praise was making her feel better. Not by much, but she was glad that they loved her and would always love her no matter what she looked like.
“And you know, if you still don’t believe us, we can always prove it to you. Right, guys?” Noble suggested, sending a particular look his siblings’ ways.
Neo and Nephtali caught on quick, changing tactics just like their Worker Drone triplet.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” Neo chuckled, moving his face to bury into the side of Uzi’s neck.
“It is only appropriate to show our Biscuit how much we love her.” Nephtali spoke, moving his pincers lower.
“’P-Prove it to me’…?” Uzi questioned, eye lights wider but still teary. “How…?” She then asked them.
Noble smirked, lifting up her hand above her head. Neo did the same with her other hand, keeping it there so Nephtali could bring a fleshy tendril down and wrap it around Uzi’s wrists.
Scooting their shared wife to the middle of the bed for more space, Neo and Noble helped to unclip her bra. Slinking it off and tossing it to the floor, their hands returned to their wife’s hips.
“G-Guys?” Uzi called, a sweat drop on her visor.
Neo and Noble kept silent, simply rubbing their hands on her hips, rubbing soothingly along her sides and outer thighs. One of their hands smoothed down to her silicone butt, slipping their fingers under Uzi’s panties.
“You are the most beautiful drone the three of us have ever had the pleasure of meeting, Uzi.” Noble told her, whispering right into her audial.
“Exactly. The utmost pleasure.” Neo added, starting to slide down her panties.
“Honestly, how could you say you are not pretty when you look so sexy in that lacy black underwear? [Eyebrow quirk]” Nephtali asked her right back, holding her face with the sides of his pincer hands.
Being freed of her underwear, Neo and Noble reeled back so they could quickly strip down themselves. Nephtali used a mechanical-fleshy limb to take off his apron and kerchief. Once all of them were naked -for as much as Nephtali could be-, Neo and Noble took their spots at Uzi’s front and back respectively.
“Is it alright if we prove to you that you’re beautiful?” Neo asked as one of his hands slid up and down on the front of her waistband.
Uzi blinked at him. She turned her head to glance at Noble and Nephtali. She couldn’t help the shift of her hips, the startings of a growing need between her thighs, the bubbling whine in the back of her voice box.
“Please…” She begged, turning her gaze down to the mattress.
There wasn’t another word that needed to be exchanged, Neo and Noble carefully sandwiching her in a hug. They ran their hands along her hips and waist for a minute, Nephtali running two clawed, monster-looking hands down her arms.
The said hands gently gripped her silicone breasts, squeezing lightly and methodically. Uzi let a muffled moan squeak behind her lips, shifting her hips more. Noble and Neo leaned in, the latter’s hands going down to her legs and spreading them.
Once there was room, Noble ran his hands down Uzi’s sides, all the way to the front of her pelvic plating. He started to rub and massage her folds, beginning to get her wet. Uzi moaned open-mouthed this time, breathy and soft.
Neo started to press soft kisses to her neck, Noble smooching her shoulders. Nephtali lowered his head, whispering praises and compliments in her audials. Uzi moaned a little louder, her visor flushed and her frame wriggling.
“You have always been such a spitfire, Uzi.” Nephtali spoke. “Always so blunt and spunky. We love that about you.” He told her.
A nip at her neck by Neo made Uzi squeak. Another love bite was made between her shoulders by Noble, who also kept rubbing pleasurably at her moistening folds.
“We love how you do not let others get in your way, no matter what they say, [lusty voice tilt].” The Eldritch Drone went on. “And your creativity and craftsmanship knows no bounds. We all are quite jealous of it.” He confessed.
“Let’s not forget her beautiful frame, guys.” Noble chimed in, breaking from the tender kisses. “She doesn’t need a large bust or wide hips to make a drone fall head over heels for her. Right~?” He asked, looking to his brothers and slipping his fingers under his wife’s vulva.
“Of course not!” Neo exclaimed. “And the fact that we’re all married to you proves this, Biscuit~” He said, close to Uzi’s audial.
She made another breathy moan, louder with Noble’s fingers running along the edge of her inner entrance. Neo took that step further, dipping a hand between her thighs and slipping one of his fingers into her vagina.
Uzi almost squealed a little at feeling the finger. Noble wanted that same reaction, so he slipped one in, too. Uzi had to bite her lip so she wouldn’t be too loud. Nephtali wasn’t a big fan of that, so he used a pincer to open her mouth and kiss her. Although oddly, with the many mandibles and the teeny-tiny, thin tongue hidden under his half-head.
Neo and Noble took turns pumping their fingers inside her, like two pistons working in tandem. It sent pleasured shivers up Uzi’s spinal ridge, even more vents and short sighs escaping her lips.
“Are you ready, Uzi~? [Sexy voice tilt]” Nephtali asked as he broke away from her lips.
“Uh-... Uh-h-huh~” Uzi nodded, unable to say too much.
The Eldritch Drone used a couple more tendrils to wrap around her waist. Lifting her up and off his two brothers’ fingers, they licked her lubricant off and scooted closer. It took a little maneuvering around before they could get into a comfortable position.
Once settled, Nephtali lowered Uzi once again. Neo and Noble held their shafts up, keeping them steady as their wife was lowered into them. Uzi moaned loudly as their cocks slipped inside her. Nephtali made sure to be slow with her, so that she could get used to his brothers’ lengths.
Such a tight and constrained space had forced Neo and Noble’s dicks closer, pressing against each other and making a small bulge in Uzi’s waistband. As she took in the rest of their length and was set on their thighs, they all panted -Save for Nephtali.
“Y-You know,” Noble started, grinning. “Despite how weird it is feeling my brother’s dick, this is still super hot, haha~” He chuckled, holding onto Uzi’s sides to help steady her.
“I’ve personally always liked how tight it makes her feel~” Neo replied, burying his face plates in her breasts, still held by his fleshy-mechanical brother.
“This is unfair, [eyebrow furrow].” Nephtali chimed in, catching his triplets’ attention. “I do not get to have sex with her like you two do.” He pointed out.
“Have you tried?” Noble asked with a slight cock of his head.
“Yes.” Nephtali replied simply.
“Then just do what you did then.” Neo told him. “Obviously it must’ve worked to some degree if you two still come in here all alone and lock the door.” He pointed out.
A more thoughtful look crossed Nephtali’s half-face. He nodded, starting to lift Uzi up and down to please her.
It worked as Uzi started moaning again, her hips starting to shift and wriggle once more. Neo and Noble had blushes pop up on their visors, neon yellow and silver respectively. Neo held more securely onto his wife, wrapping his arms around her back. Noble held tighter onto her hips and bit his lip.
The Worker and Disassembly Drones were quick to get hard, no additional support needed as Uzi was hoisted on and off them again and again. She arched her back to get their dicks to press further into her, angling herself in such a way that accentuated the bulge on her waistband.
Nephtali took the fleshy hands from Uzi’s boobs, using them to push his siblings and wife down. With Neo on the bottom and Noble on the top, Uzi still square in the middle pressed between the two, the Worker and Disassembly Drones started to thrust into their wife.
Uzi moaned louder, throwing her head up as she panted. Her wrists were still tied together by Nephtali’s one tendril, her waist also still securely wrapped up for additional support. Her eldritch husband took the prime opportunity to stuff his own cock right down her throat.
Thick, tentacle-like, and stripey, the slimy tentacle spared no mercy in the mouth it pumped in and out of. Uzi moaned more at the thrusting and pumping, squeezing her eye lights shut and feeling a growing knot of circuitry.
“You’v-ve always been the best drone to fuck silly, Uzi~” Neo spoke, voice low and stuttering from his thrusts, hands holding tightly onto her ass.
“You alm-most say that as if she isn’t the most fuckable drone out there, haha~!” Noble retorted, on his knees as he slammed his hips to Uzi’s, his hold on her waist firm.
“You cannot forget to mention how durable she is.” Nephtali chimed in, thrusting his dick into her mouth harder. “I do not know any other drone who can take on three other men at once.” He pointed out.
“That’s right!” Neo chuckled through his pants. “Our little Biscuit here is so damn sturdy to be able to do that! If that isn’t super fucking hot, I don’t know what is~!” He praised, squeezing an eye light shut from the growing throb in his shaft.
“You hear that, Uzi? You’re a tough and smart little beauty.” Noble told her, leaning over her back to speak into her audial.
All the praise only turned Uzi on more, the thrusting of her three husbands making her let out a muffled yell. Her hips writhed as she was nearing her climax, her restrained hands grasping tightly onto the tendril holding them.
“You really do not need to have a curvy frame to be pretty, Uzi.” Nephtali spoke, coming a little closer to the said drone’s face. “Your small breasts and butt are perfect for us just as they are [blush].” He stroked her cheek with a pincer.
Their praises really struck her core, making her tear up. Or maybe that was her husbands getting rougher with her, smacking and plowing into her. Their movements shook the bed, making the springs squeak and Uzi’s natural lubricant to slowly glide down between her thighs.
It was admittedly a little overwhelming, yet not entirely unwelcome. If they did this more often, having this kind of foursome, maybe she’d get used to it and not feel like her systems may glitch.
“Don’t let anyone think you’re not perfect, Biscuit~” Neo said.
“And anyone who tries is just jealous of you, because you’ve got three men here who love you with all their c-cores~!!” Noble added, shutting his eye lights tight and finally releasing.
Uzi screamed through the tentacle dick in her mouth. Neo was a little startled, feeling the warm liquid code suddenly burst. It was hard to keep himself from cumming when he was already so close.
Nephtali, never liking being left out, stuffed his cock as deep down into Uzi’s throat as he could. His wife was startled by it, but was quickly distracted by the continued thrusting of the limb. That, combined with the continued thrusts from Neo and Noble, had Uzi following her latter two husbands not long after.
But her eldritch one whined, muttering out a note about creasing eyebrows as he tried to get himself to release. It was getting a little too rough and overwhelming for Uzi, a warning popping up on her HUD about it.
Uzi wriggled her hands free from the Eldritch Drone’s grasp. She held Nephtali’s face, stirring him from his rougher thrusts into her throat and catching his attention. Smiling through the tentacle cock still idly squirming in her mouth and throat, Uzi gave Nephtali a message via her visor.
{I think you’re perfect too}
Nephtali paused, taking in the words. In the very next moment, he finally came, the burst of code spurting out with quite the bit of force. Uzi choked on it for a second, some of the milky-grey fluid leaking from the corners of her mouth. Neo had to move his head out of the way before it fell on him.
But Uzi did her best to swallow it down. Doing so was made far easier when Noble and Neo sat themselves back up, still inside their wife. Their own mixed code sluggishly oozed from her entrance, dripping onto the bed and staining the sheets.
Once Uzi had gulped all of Nephtali’s code down, he slinked and slithered his cock from her mouth lazily. Seeing the resulting strings of saliva-code mix from their love-making turned him on all over again.
“M-Mm…” Uzi hummed as she swallowed down the last drops of liquid code. “Tha-at was… Someth-ing, hehe…” She giggled, out of breath.
“You can say that again.” Noble grinned, carefully exiting his wife, even making her moan again.
“But darn it if that wasn’t so hot.” Neo said, also sliding himself out.
“Am I… Really perfect, too?” Nephtali asked his wife, tapping his pincers together bashfully.
“Mhm.” Uzi nodded, stroking his cheek. “You all are.” She added with a small smile.
“And, uhm, thank you. Really.” She continued, turning her gaze to the bed. “You didn’t-... You didn’t have to do all that just to tell me I was pretty…”
“Nonsense!” Neo said, lifting her face to look at him. “We’d do anything to convince you that you’re as beautiful as any model out there.” He told her, a gentle and genuine look on his face plates.
“I’d gladly do this again if you still aren’t convinced~” Noble spoke, hugging her from behind.
Uzi laughed, soft but genuine. She took another couple of minutes to catch her vents and come down from her high. As she did so, Nephtali got a couple of damp rags to wipe themselves off, and a fresh bedsheet.
Neo and Noble helped to get their wife to stand, her legs still shaking and feeling like jelly. The two wiped up their love-mess as Nephtali used his many and various limbs to put on the clean sheet. Just as Uzi sat back down and her husbands were going to clean themselves up, she spoke.
“S-Since you guys helped me, why don’t I help you…?” She suggested, averting her gaze as her visor went flush again.
Her three husbands stared at her quizzically for a moment. Taking the initiative, Uzi took Nephtali’s rag and started to wipe his tentacle-like cock off for him. He mumbled a note about blushing, wringing his pincers as Uzi worked.
Neo and Noble waited patiently for their shared wife to finish. It allowed them to go placid and calm down from their recent session.
“Okay. Who’s next?” Uzi asked with a small smile, having finished cleaning up Nephtali.
“Me!” Noble said, almost lunging from his spot next to her.
“Heck no! I’m going next!” Neo argued, pushing his brother’s face away.
“Before you two start arguing, remember that I have two hands.” Uzi said, not wanting to deal with a petty feud.
Neo and Noble stared at her with narrow looks. They then turned their optics to each other, then right back to Uzi. The two adjusted themselves on the bed, giving her their dampened rags and waiting for their share of the aftercare.
Uzi carefully cleaned them off, being a little slower with having to multitask. Her Worker and Disassembly Drone husbands were very into the stroking, getting hard again as they were wiped off. Uzi could only sigh and roll her optics.
Once all of them were squeaky clean -ish- and no longer at risk of getting the fresh set of bedsheets ruined, the four married drones lied down. They got comfy, curling up at their wife’s sides, with Nephtali taking Uzi’s front to his two brothers’ chagrins.
“Did I please you well, Biscuit?” Nephtali asked, always needing reassurance.
“Yes you did, Nephtali.” Uzi nodded, her optics closed as she combed her fingers through his messy locks.
“[Giggle, blush]” Nephtali spoke, his centipede-ish frame wriggling in giddiness. “And you liked having my tentacle in your mouth?” He questioned next.
“Mhm. It was a little surprising when you suddenly pushed it in there, but it was very enjoyable.” Uzi agreed again, explaining it so her husband would be extra sure she indeed liked it.
“And you did not mind me cumming inside your mouth? It did not hurt?” He went on, snuggling further into his wife’s chest.
“I didn’t mind, Nephtali.” Uzi sighed, peeking an optic open to look at him. “A bit sudden, but not bad.”
“What about us?” Noble asked, pouting and getting jealous that Nephtali was the only one getting the praise.
“Yeah! Did we please you, too?” Neo butt in as well, tail swishing in his own pout.
Uzi sighed, smiling a tiny bit once more.
“Yes, you all pleased me very much.” She told them. “I really loved having you all compliment and praise me, all while trying to pleasure me.” Her visor went flush again, that feeling of tender happiness returning from remembering their kind words.
“Does that mean you’d be willing to do it again?” Noble asked, his pout gone.
“I wouldn’t mind.” Uzi smiled at him.
Her three husbands all squealed excitedly, crushing her in a bearhug. She wanted to wriggle free, but decided not to. It felt nice, being loved like this.
Of course, with her lovey-dovey husbands, the hug soon turned into soft and saccharine kisses, being placed all along her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. Uzi giggled at them, letting her husbands give her more attention.
“You all are so-! Overbearing, haha!” Uzi laughed.
“Only because we love you!” Neo returned with a grin.
“And because you deserve it!” Noble added, pressing more kisses to the female Worker Drone’s cheek.
“And because we want to return all the love you give to us [happy smile].” Nephtali chimed in, squeezing her tight in another hug.
Uzi giggled again, letting her husbands get the rest of their afterglow-jitters out on her. Within a few minutes, they all were lying peacefully and contentedly on the bed. Neo, Noble, and Nephtali all held their wife securely and lovingly in their arms as they slept.
Their said wife stared at the ceiling for a little bit more, the sun having long-gone down while they had been getting it on. The recent experience made Uzi huff a faint laugh and smile, absentmindedly combing through Nephtali’s locks again.
‘It really is something, being married to these three goobers.’ She thought lovingly.