Pathfinder's New Attachment

The scrapyard always had all sorts of interesting things! At least, so Pathfinder thought. If it wasn't for dumpster diving, he wouldn't have found his best ex-girlfriend, Ash! And what was a scrapyard, if not a very big dumpster? Not to mention that ever since Olympus nearly fell onto Malta, there has been a lot more weird stuff. In the very pile Pathfinder was currently digging through, he had found: an antique video game console, the handlebars of what was probably a very cool motorcycle, some sort of computer chip, and some weird floppy thing.

Pathfinder's chest monitor changed to a series of question marks. The first two he could recognize, the third probably didn't matter with the damage it had taken, but the fourth... what was this? He dropped the rest and stood up, rotating the object. It was sort of rubbery, rather flexible and stretchable. Thick, leading to a base that had dual orbs attached. Those were squishy too, seemed hollow, and maybe had some sort of liquid inside them? He realized then that the thing had an opening at one end. But the more curious part was the base.

It had a socket. And not just any socket, but one that was compatible with him. It fit a rarely used data port that was seated between his legs; he'd only ever had to use it for diagnostics once or so. He just had to try it out. So he lined it up and plugged it in. Immediately, he could feel it. Rather than needing to configure drivers to make it work, the attachment was reconfiguring Pathfinder. He could feel it just as sensitively as any other part of his body.

No, it was even more somehow. It was like he had connected a wondrous fire directly to his body. The attachment suddenly stiffened up, all that flexible rubber becoming very solid. Strangely, he felt compelled to stick his hand into this fire. He just had to feel it with his actual hands. The second his hand made contact, he shuddered. A single shot of white liquid spurted out of it.

Really, this should've concerned Pathfinder. Despite that, he instead felt incomplete. He'd started a task without finishing it. So what was he to do? He touched it again. That same shiver of pleasure through his circuits. His chest monitor had switched to heart eyes, but even that felt inadequate. Nothing came out this time. So he dragged his hand down, rubbing across the attachment. That did the trick. He looked down at himself, still standing and now stroking his attachment back and forth.

It had grown into a long shaft, several inches by his estimate, although it seemed to be... increasing, somehow. Now that it was no longer so flaccid, Pathfinder could see it was also ribbed, with a faint blue light emanating between the ribs. Each valley separated segments that allowed for this further growth. Not only longer, but wider. He felt inclined to keep rubbing it, faster and faster. He was happy his body was so good at balancing, since this thing was growing to be almost as big as himself!

Finally, he felt it. Some indescribable surge of electricity coursing throughout his entire body. He felt the attachment's orbs squeeze hard, and then that white liquid shot out again. With much more force this time, it cleared several feet. Pathfinder's legs seemed to turn off entirely, and he fell to his knees as the second shot went out. He cried out a loud noise that sounded like his speakers were dying, all the while releasing more and more. His monitor went blank. Then he fell backwards.

Pathfinder's system downtime was 32.7 seconds. When he woke back up, he realized quickly that he was covered in something. Sitting up, he examined some of the fluid with his fingers. It was white, sticky, and viscous... still warm, even. From the trail he could see that it had come from his own attachment, which must've kept going while he was out. It was once again small and soft, which he figured must mean he accomplished his task successfully!

It was things like this that kept Pathfinder returning to scrapyards and the like. He was absolutely taking this home with him; he had to find out all about it!

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And find out he did! He couldn't find much about this attachment online, but he did discover it was pretty similar to a human penis! Although Pathfinder was pretty sure none of theirs could grow that large. The liquid inside wasn't exactly semen either, some synthetic substance that imitated it. He also discovered there were a lot of people online who would love to have intercourse with robots! He would message them back when he had more experience.

Experience was something that came easily to him over the following week. Almost every moment of privacy (he had quickly learned it was impolite to do it in the middle of Mirage's bar), he got more experience. It was so exciting for him each and every time, and he didn't pass out anymore! The only trouble was all the robot spunk ruining his room and the noises he kept making. He didn't quite figure out how to prevent those yet, but his helpful friend Mirage graciously gifted him a big pack of industrial-grade condoms. Instead of a mess, he now just had a lot of bags of cum that he wasn't quite sure how best to dispose of.

By the end of the week, Pathfinder had come an average of 7.2 times a day, according to his internal tracker. He was amazed his new attachment was capable of producing so much of the stuff, really! He would continue, but today he had an Apex Game to attend. There was part of him that wanted to just stay home and jerk off again, but he was a good friend and wanted to be there for his other good friends. So he suppressed his new desires and headed out to the arena.

Once he got there, he boarded the dropship and walked on over to his designated zone to meet his team. He was oblivious to the stares, just casually waving at everyone as they made eye contact with his exciting new part. When Pathfinder made it over to his section, he first saw Mirage, talking to someone else. Mirage made eye contact, then his eyes dropped down and he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"Path, why did you bring that with you??" He said, clearly flustered.

The person he was talking to turned around to reveal himself as being Octane, who immediately shifted his vision downwards. He then doubled over laughing before recovering enough to say, "Oh compadre, I didn't realize you were worried about..." and cackling more.

Pathfinder was unfazed by the exchange. "I didn't want to leave it behind and risk it getting lost!"

Mirage groaned again. "Well w-why not wear the pants I gave you?"

The robot demonstrated by jogging in place, making his junk swing around in the process. "It's easier to move if I don't wear clothes!" He didn't mention that he had also accidentally destroyed them when he became unexpectedly erect the day before.

Octane was starting to recover now, and Mirage looked away. "F-Fine, just don't, don't... Just don't move around more than you need to."

"Okay! Don't worry friends, we're going to do great today!" The timer sounded throughout the ship, telling them to get in position. "I can be the j--"

"I'll be jumpmaster," Mirage interrupted. He didn't want to see Pathfinder's junk swinging in the wind ahead of him. Today, the stage below them was the one known as 'Broken Moon.' When it was their turn to jump, he elected to head towards the Foundry, an often-unvisited corner of the place. He hoped to avoid ever being seen next to Pathfinder by another person. Fortunately, they did in fact land alone. Mirage immediately split off to loot as far away as possible.

Pathfinder didn't really notice how unusually uncomfortable Mirage was. He was always a little awkward! At least his friend Octane seemed to be enjoying himself, periodically glancing over in his direction and then laughing to himself. In the meantime, Pathfinder went about his business normally, looting and gearing up for the battles ahead. There was a mildly distracting itch from his 'cock' which he wanted to tend to, but he was pretty sure there wasn't much privacy in the Games. Not to mention, he didn't want to be caught off-guard, so it'd just have to wait. Not too long, if he was lucky.

The first ten minutes or so were uneventful. They slowly migrated uphill, Pathfinder cheerfully keeping up conversation like, "Do you guys like my new 'schlong'?", "Would you prefer if I said penis?", "Does it feel good when you touch yours?", "Do you want to feel mine?", and "I wonder if my package is on TV!"

"Hahahaha! Yeah amigo, I'm sure it's all over the Outlands, on every screen!"

"No, there's no way, it's in- ind- not right for TV."

Pathfinder's chest monitor changed to a sad face and he slumped over. "But it's not REAL frontal nudity, because I'm a robot and not a human!"

"...Doesn't exactly change anything, Path." Mirage felt a little bad given how innocently enthused his friend was, but that didn't change how improper it all was. Not to mention how he couldn't get Pathfinder's swinging dick out of his head.

Before Octane could add another quip, there was a loud CRACK and he fell to the ground. Pathfinder and Mirage immediately ducked, scampering to cover. Octane crawled over, drop-shield barely protecting him from being eliminated entirely. The three of them got behind cover, the side of a small building. The shots had come from uphill, leaving them in a pretty unfortunate situation. Mirage picked up Octane while Pathfinder peeked from the corner, catching a glimpse of their enemies. "Our friends are about two hundred meters away! And two of them are coming this way!"

While Octane recharged his shields Mirage replied, "Alright buddy, shoot us a zipline out of here?"

"You've got it!" He scanned their surroundings and noticed a different structure, a more defensible position sideways from their current one. Still downhill, but better than this. He shot the zipline out and hooked onto it the second it was established, riding away. Mirage followed afterwards, grimacing as he noticed Pathfinder's package once more. Octane followed last after finishing up recharging. Stray shots came from uphill, causing minor damage to each of their shields from weapons not designed for this distance.

Pathfinder arrived first, immediately taking cover by way of the far side of the roof. Mirage too, shortly thereafter. They watched as Octane rode over last, and then they watched as another sniper shot slammed into Octane's side, knocking him down a short distance outside the building. The other two of them slid down into the building, trying to rethink their moves now in safety. Octane would be able to crawl over eventually, but it would take a little while.

Mirage looked outside through a bulletproof window and started mumbling to himself. "Could run out and rez him invisibly, but... Run and respawn him...? But where..." Meanwhile, gears were turning in Pathfinder's head as well. He could probably swing out of there on his own, but he didn't want to leave his friends behind! He could take someone underarm, but only one person... Unless... He glanced down at his new attachment, remembering how large it could grow. Maybe he could fit his friends inside!

After a few more moments of thought, Mirage just sighed and turned to Pathfinder. "Buddy, I think we should just--" As soon as he noticed Pathfinder stroking himself, his words died and he just left his mouth agape. His face flushed red and he eventually sputtered out, "W-W-What are you doing?!"

Pathfinder turned to face him, the smile of his chest monitor beaming. "Don't worry friend, I'm going to get us out of here!" His cock was more than happy to quickly grow erect and large, seeming to throb as it expanded.

Flabbergasted, Mirage followed up with, "How in the WORLD is THAT going to help??"

"Just trust me!" His legs wobbled a little from the arousal and size, but he walked over to Mirage. "This may be a tight fit, but it will be okay, probably!"

"Wh--" was all he could get out before he felt Pathfinder's hands on the back of his head. He was then shoved face-first against and into the head of that robotic member. It was dark besides a faint blue glow, and everything smelled strongly of rubber and chemicals. Not to mention, almost crushingly tight. He shouted indistinctly, trying to pull backwards, but natural lubricant and Pathfinder himself made sure he only went forward and down.

And it felt so good. He didn't realize that there were ways to get even more pleasure! If it wasn't for his friend sliding down his shaft, he might've come right then and there. But no, he had a job to do, even if he enjoyed it on a personal level. He made sure to guide Mirage's body in, despite his resistance to the maneuver. Just as he'd hoped, his attachment expanded further to accommodate him. First a tight and distinct bulge on his length, then he became vague shifting lumps as he slowly deposited down into his balls.

In there, Mirage met the source of that chemical smell. He plunged into a white pool of thick and hot liquid, somehow semisweet despite the chemical musk. He resurfaced quickly, pushing out against the thin rubbery walls while the gunk clung to his body. "P-Path, let me out!" Losing would be better than this.

Pathfinder shuddered in relief and pleasure as he watched Mirage's feet slip into his cock and out of sight. He almost wanted to tend to it immediately, but by peeking out the window he could see he was on a time crunch. Fortunately, he just then heard Octane crawling into the building.

"Ugh, whoever's out there's a damn good shot! Let's get me up compadres, and then I can--" A large sack dropped in front of him suddenly, cutting him off. Then he saw imprints of limbs from inside, and he looked up to see a thick pipe blocking his vision of Pathfinder's face.

Pathfinder tilted to the side so he could see Octane past his massive member and waved. "Hi friend! I have a plan to get us out of here!" He pushed his cock down with some effort, lining it up with his friend on the ground.

"Hey wait wait wait, let's not MMMPHHH!" His sentence was cut short by the robot thrusting forward, a meaty schlk accompanying it. Hearts flickered onto Pathfinder's chest and he thrust forward again, slurping up Octane's shoulders. His dick tilted back up now, sending his friend onto a rather quick slip-and-slide. His skinnier frame went down easily, quicker than Mirage even if he struggled just as much. He soon felt the speedster deposited into his balls right next to their other friend. Things were undoubtedly tight in there, especially with his sack now sagging against the ground. But he felt better than ever!

Meanwhile, they were a tangle of limbs and synthetic spunk. It was downright boiling in there too, far hotter than either of them could've expected... not that they expected any of this. They pushed out against the walls trying to get Pathfinder to stop this, but instead they just felt his hand gently rub against the side of his sack. From outside, "Don't worry friends, I'll get you all to safety and then get you out!" Everything shifted for them as he stood up straight, just enough to lift them off the ground, and started walking.

As soon as he was outside the building, Pathfinder quickly scanned the surroundings again for his route. Finding it, he shot out his personal grapple hook from his arm and took to the air. An extra three hundred pounds wasn't too much for the over nine hundred pound robot. A single bullet whizzed by him during his flight, but no more than that. He wasn't sure why, but was grateful. The reason had been simple: upon noticing the robot's massive, squirmy balls, not to mention still erect cock, they were all stunned.

Shortly thereafter, he landed on the ground with a heavy thud and each of his friends exclaimed in pain. "Sorry, friends!"

Mirage had to spit some cum out before shouting back, "Okay, you got us to safety, now get us out!"

Pathfinder glanced back towards where he just came from, unsure. It was a good swing, but he was still not very far from the other squad. "Don't worry, I will let you both out soon! Just a little while more. And please do not move so much, it makes focusing very hard!" He grabbed onto a nearby rail and began to ride it, looking for a safe spot to release them.

While his sack dangling in the air gave them a little more space, they were still having a very bad time. Octane groaned weakly, "Amigo... Feels like I'm melting in here..."

Mirage shifted uncomfortably despite Pathfinder's instructions. "Yeah, it really is uh, hot, very hot in here! And this stuff is sticking all over me..." Despite his best attempts to wipe it off, it seemed insistent on thickly sticking to his body. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to wash out the smell... let alone the memory. He reached around to try and remove a clump on his back and felt... his skin? No, even then it felt weird. Sort of numb too. "O-Octane, you doing okay over there buddy?" He mumbled incomprehensibly.

Pathfinder rode along the rail's path while consulting his map. He had to think of a place to go that would be both safe and give him enough time to release his friends before the ring closed. However, it was pretty hard to think with them moving around in there, providing stimulation all the while. He felt compelled to gently rub his shaft with his free hand, keeping it satiated until he was free. It kept drooling lube too, across his hand and onto the ground below him. He hoped he wouldn't be followed that way, but it seemed too hard to see.

After a few minutes of this, and even another usage of his zipline once it recharged, Pathfinder found a safe house near the edge of the ring to hide in. He had a few minutes to spare. He grappled up to the second floor's balcony, landing with a crunch of his sack before heading inside. He cheerfully said, "Whew! Okay friends, time to let you out! ...Although I hope nobody's watching!" They had fortunately stopped moving so much, but now he was ready to focus exclusively on them.

Immediately, his cock was at full attention. He began to stroke while standing in the center of the room, using both hands. At this size it seemed optimal, and he loved the way it felt. Digitized grunts escaped him as he did, the other main noise being the sloshing from his nuts. Between crackling sounds of exertion Pathfinder said, "They're so full down there... I've never felt so... wow!" The servos in his legs started to give out again, forcing him towards a wall, one hand against it while the other remained on his shaft.

The position he was in was one a human panting from exhaustion might take, but really his processors were racing. Just like when he first found it, he never realized how intensely he could feel things. He wondered if this felt just as good for his friends; he'd have to ask them in a moment! And he'd have to do this again sometime. As he approached release, his body began to twitch, his hand moving faster. "Ohhh, ohhhhh," he let out, lower quality than his normal voice, "I'm gonna... c-come, friends!"

And the second after he said that, a gush of cum shot out and splattered onto the wall. He leaned harder against it, fighting his legs shutting down. His huge and heavy balls clenched tightly, letting out another crunch as the pressure peaked and he shot another rope into the wall. His audio output became an incomprehensible pleasured garble, coming again. He was absolutely repainting the wall, ruining photos that were left behind on it. But he didn't have the bandwidth to care about that. Instead, he managed, "FffffFUCK, I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!"

He thrust forward involuntarily as his load continued, spilling onto the floor. Finally, his legs couldn't manage it anymore. He fell down on his back, still holding his cock in his hand as it throbbed and shot hot across his chest, his face, the rest of the room. Heart eyes became just faintly visible beneath layers of milky ejaculate as he came more and more, it pooling over his monitor. His body shook and rocked all the while as his balls emptied all over.

Just before the end, he heard a clunk as something solid landed on his chest. And it occurred to him then, he was surprised he hadn't heard from his friends! He moaned as the pressure died down, ropes of hot cum turning to short spurts and then just a dribble. "Mmnh... mmnh... ohhhh... friends, that was great! Wasn't it?" He waited for a reply, but none came. He couldn't see with all the white covering his optic, so he wasn't sure what was going on. After recovering a moment more, he sat up and wiped his face off.

The first thing he saw was the wall he had been initially leaning on. It was absolutely drenched, robot jizz dripping down it. Every photo frame on the wall had been completely covered, some even having fallen off from the pressure. He felt embarrassment for a moment, but then his eye shifted down. In a puddle at the bottom of the wall, there was... a skull! A human skull! Goggles looking an awful lot like his friend Mirage's were beside it, cum pooling over each lens. "Oh dear," he said.

His gaze shifting further down, he found the object responsible for the clunk in his lap: some other bone that had survived, though it was far too degraded for him to guess which. His balls were back to a normal size, clearly done with everything that was once inside them. Pathfinder looked behind him now: his load had made a solid streak across the floor all the way to the other wall. And between him and that wall, there were two death boxes stacked on top of each other. Cum soaked those as well, with a familiar pair of small green goggles stuck to the side of the top one. Below that, another skull and twin leg prosthetics forming an X.

Pathfinder rose to his feet, accidentally crushing some bone that had ended up underfoot. "Whoops!" White mess dripped from his body as he turned and stepped over to the death boxes, taking a look at them. He had to wipe them off a bit, but indeed, these belonged to Mirage and Octane. He tried to grab their respawn banners, but it was simply met with "RESPAWN UNAVAILABLE." He knew not enough time had passed since the boxes manifested, so that could only mean one thing.

They were dead. Not in the usual ambiguous Apex Games way, just dead. His chest monitor changed to a sad, blue emoji, still barely visible behind his own juices on the screen. "Oh, friends, I'm sorry!" He knew they couldn't hear him but he continued, "I didn't mean to kill you. I just wanted to save and carry you in my balls and you both felt SO good..." The monitor flickered again, switching between sad, hearts, and question marks. "...Especially when I came! Oh my, we really made a mess in here!"

He stood there taking in the aftermath and his package twitched a little, even though it was soft and small once more. He felt like he should do something to remember them by. Perhaps at least wash off their skulls. Before he could think of anything, a loud buzzer sounded all around and a voice announced the ring was about to close. They were right on the edge, so he had to get moving! "Sorry friends, but I have to run! I hope you had as much fun as I did!"

Running out and swinging away without looking back, he thought about how it must have felt inside his balls. It was probably soft, and warm, and cozy. Like a sauna! With built-in massages too. Better than dying just from getting shot! He didn't especially remember the crunchy clenches or impacts they made each time he landed. He concluded that Octane and Mirage probably had just as good of a time as he did, even if they couldn't do it again. But he could, and he would! It would be selfish to keep all this enjoyment just to the three of them. All he had to do was find more friends to introduce his new attachment to.