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 It had been over a month since the Megaman Juno crisis on Kattelox Island.
During the commotion, the Bonnes made off with one of the largest
refractors ever discovered on the island, possibly anywhere else.  Soon,
they found themselves sitting pretty on a giant sum of zenny.  They could
afford pretty much anything they could ever want or need.  Tiesel decided
to start investing that money into making a department store so they could
have a steady income.  Tron was usually working on the robots they'd use on
the raids, and since they didn't need to use mechs in a department store
(for now, anyways), Tron and the forty Servbots were left with very little
to do.  There wasn't much of a point to spend money and other resources on
new mechs, since they were trying to go straight.

   Tron found herself simply lounging about their new ship, the
Panzerwagen, waiting for a time when Tiesel would call her and the Servbots
to action.  She was quickly growing restless, though, waiting for that
time. Since she had plenty of time for her mind to stray, she began to
think about "Blue Boy" Megaman Volnutt.  He left Kattelox Island without
even dropping by to say goodbye or even thanks for rescuing him after
Megaman Juno trapped him.  If she didn't, then the Carbon Reinitialization
Program would have wiped out everything on the island.  Granted, anyone
could interpret it being in her interests to save him, since she would have
been killed as well, but...  well, he didn't say thanks.

   Tron stood up suddenly, knocking over Servbot #35, whose head was
resting on her leg.

   "I'm going to my room!" she announced.  "Unless there's a major crisis,
I'm not to be disturbed!" and with that, she stormed off to her room on the
other side of the ship, slamming the door shut behind her.

   "What was that all about?" Servbot #2 asked.

   "I dunno.  I hope she didn't get mad that I rested my head on her leg."
Servbot #35 replied.

   "Ms.  Tron has been a bit on edge, lately." Servbot #23 pointed out.

   "We've all been on edge." Servbot #25 said.  "Master Tiesel hasn't
called us for anything, and we've been given explicit instructions to not
raid anything.  I spent the night moving boxes back and forth in the cargo
bay just to have something to do."

   "Maybe we can do something for Ms.  Tron?" Servbot #33 suggested.

   "What did you have in mind?" Servbot #23 asked.

   "I...  don't know."

   "First I moved the boxes from biggest to smallest." Servbot #25 rambled
on.  "Then I moved them smallest to biggest."

   "I wonder what Ms.  Tron is up to?" Servbot #29 thought to himself. 
Carefully, he climbed atop the book case and opened up the air vent.  None
of the other Servbots were watching as he disappeared into the air vent. 
He was very familiar with the layout of even this part of the ship, as he
diligently kept it clean to prevent dust and germs from spreading across
rooms.  In less than a minute, he was able to make his way to the air vent
leading into Tron's room.

   Inside, Tron was sitting on the bed, completely naked with her legs
spread far apart and one of her hands between them.  From his vantage
point, Servbot #29 was able to see exactly what she was doing.  She had a
strange, banana shaped device in her hand that she pushed into her pussy.
She moaned in a way that implied it felt good, but it also sounded slightly
distressed.  There was also a faint buzzing in the room that originated
from the device.

   "Mmnn, Megaman." she moaned softly, jostling the device around inside
her.  "Push deeper..." Servbot #29 watched with large, curious eyes at the
sight.  He never saw Ms.  Tron do such a thing before.  He was familiar
with human anatomy, as all the other Servbots were (save #40), but what
exactly she was doing, plugging that device into herself, he did not know.
Servbot #2 might know, though.  He was the smartest of all of them.

   "...and then I arranged them according to color." Servbot #25 continued
as Servbot #29 climbed out of the air vent.  He jumped off the book case
and hurried off to find Servbot #2, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee
in the mess hall.

   "Servbot #2, you know about human anatomy, right?" he asked.

   "Of course I do." Servbot #2 responded.  "What's up?"

   "You can't tell anyone about this, but I decided to see what Ms.  Tron
is up to.  She appears to be interfacing with some kind of device shaped
like a banana."

   "A banana-shaped device, you say?  Can you draw a picture of what it
looks like?" Servbot #2 asked.

   "Sure thing!" Servbot #29 hurried off and grabbed a pencil and piece of
paper.  Servbot #35 was the master of the art department of the ship, but
he was a pretty decent line artist as well.  In just a few minutes, he
sketched a perfect recreation of the scene that he witnessed in the air
vent.  Servbot #2's eyes widened with revelation.

   "Oh, I get it now!" he exclaimed.

   "What is she doing?" Servbot #29 asked.

   "It appears Ms.  Tron is trying to procreate!"

   "Procreate?  What's that?"

   "It's the human built-in method of manufacturing!  Ms.  Tron must be
trying to create another Servbot!"

   "You mean we'll finally have a Servbot #42?" Servbot #29 asked eagerly.

   "Not exactly.  Ms.  Tron needs to interface with a male human in order
to manufacture.  I don't exactly know how it works, but I know that's what
needs to happen in order to activate the manufacturing process."

   "She could interface with Master Tiesel."

   "No, it wouldn't work right.  For some reason, trying to activate the
manufacturing process with a relative causes errors to pop up.  Servbot #42
wouldn't come out right!"

   "Then for the sake of Ms.  Tron and Servbot #42 yet to be, we have to
find a suitable male she can interface with!"

   "Hmm?  What did you write down there?  Are these notes?" Servbot #2
looked down at the drawing again, and noticed a speech bubble above Ms. 
Tron's head.

   "She kept saying that over and over again." Servbot #29 explained. 
"Isn't that the name of that Blue Boy?"

   "Indeed it is.  Maybe Ms.  Tron wants to interface with Blue Boy?"

   "Imagine how powerful Servbot #42 would be if Blue Boy helped
manufacture him!"

   "Then we know what we have to do!  Call the Servbots into the conference
room!"

   They rallied together the other thirty eight Servbots together in the
conference room in the deck above the lounge.  Servbot #2 stood at the
front where Master Tiesel normally sat.

   "Alright, team, listen up!" he announced.  "We're about to undergo our
most dangerous mission yet!  Ms.  Tron and Master Tiesel don't know about
this, nor will they know about this until after the mission is complete! 
We will not come out of this unscathed!  Some of us may not come back at
all!  But those of us that remain will prevail and succeed in our mission,
and Master Tiesel and Ms.  Tron will praise us as the greatest Servbots
ever!"

   "Tell us what our mission is!" Servbot #7 said.  "We will succeed
whatever task you throw at us!"

   "I don't plan on dying!  I'm in!" Servbot #24 chimed in.

   "You may change your tone when you realize just what our objective is."
Servbot #2 pressed a button on the remote to the projector behind him, and
a profile image of Blue Boy Megaman Volnutt appeared.  There was a near
unanimous cry of anguish and dread from all the Servbots.

   "You're kidding!" Servbot #26 exclaimed.  "There's no way we can beat
him!"

   "We're not looking to beat him this time!  We're gonna capture him alive
and bring him to Miss.  Tron!"

   "But that's impossible!  Blue Boy has beaten us so many times already!"

   "That may be true, but he's only ever fought us three or four at a time!
He wouldn't stand a chance if all forty attack him at once!"

   "Wait, I though there forty one of us?" Servbot #21 pointed out.

   "#41 was an insurrector.  Ms.  Tron had to sack him!" Servbot #7
explained.

   "So there are no objectives to this plan?" Servbot #2 asked.  Each of
the Servbots looked to one another for confirmation.  Everyone was clearly
apprehensive and scared about their mission, but no one objected to it, at
least not openly.  "Alright, then!  We'll kidnap Blue Boy Megaman and make
Ms.  Tron proud!"

   "Roger~!"

   * * *

   Tron closed the door to her room and let out a heavy sigh.  She didn't
want to have these thoughts in the middle of the day, but there was nothing
else for her to focus her energies on, and idle hands were the Devil's
playthings.  She stripped off her clothes and folded them up neatly.  She
had a very petite, thin frame, and being only fourteen, her breasts were
still quite small.  Her pussy lips were still perfectly smooth as she had
yet to grow any hair down there.

   From her dresser, Tron obtained a pink vibrator.  Even for an adult, it
was pretty large.  The usable length was over seven inches.  The shaft was
almost completely smooth save for a few thick veins that ran along the
entire length, mainly for authenticity.  Tron sat back on her bed and
spread her legs out far apart.  She rubbed the tip against her tight
girlhood and tried to imagine him on top of her, his cock in the vibrator's
place and trying to push it in.  It was a bit difficult trying to imagine
him naked, since she only ever saw him in his combat armor, but eventually
her mind came up with a suitable stand-in.

   Tron angled the tip of the vibrator against her labia, spreading the
folds apart as she applied pressure and slowly pushed it into her.  She got
the head in before she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Megaman pushing
his cock into her.  As his image plunged into her pussy, she pushed the
vibrator in all the way to the hilt.

   "Mmnn...  Megaman..." she moaned, very glad nobody was around to
overhear that.  She laid back on the bed and spread her legs further apart.
The mirage was now on top of her, repeatedly thrusting his length into her.
It wasn't enough, however.  She never experienced it before, but Tron
longed to feel his body against hers, sharing each others' warmth in this
chilly air.  Without him, she'd have to do something else to keep herself
warm.

   Tron reached down and pressed a button on the vibrator, and the device
sprung to life inside her body.  Unlike normal vibrators which used
batteries, this one was powered by a tiny refractor shard, which generated
an enormous amount of energy for such a small device, and it whirred
violently inside Tron's body.  She gasped sharply and clutched the
bedsheets in her grip.  The oscillation was strong enough to make her pussy
lips and insides numb within a few seconds.

   Tron grabbed the vibrator with one hand and jostled it around inside her
while she fingered her clit.  The bliss was simply mind-numbing, and in
less than a minute, she was pushed to the brink of a powerful orgasm.  She
turned off the vibrator and removed it from her body while trying to pull
herself back from the edge.  She didn't want to cum just yet.  She found
that the buildup to the orgasm, riding that precarious apex of the wave for
as long as possible before hitting her sweet climax, was the best part of
it all.

   Once she calmed down a bit, Tron pumped the vibrator in and out of her,
doing it slowly so as not to over excite herself.  The feeling slowly
returned to her girlhood before her nerves lit up like a fireball.  She
paced herself so it was reduced to a nice controlled burn, like an
oversized candle flame.  Tron closed her eyes and continued to imagine
Megaman grinding into her.

   Tron continued this treatment until she felt her orgasm building up
again, she eased back a bit to let her body calm down.  She repeated this
cycle for well over an hour, driving herself to the very edge before
scaling back again.  She didn't keep count, but she was certain she
repeated this process about twenty times over the past hour.  By this
point, Tron could barely think straight with her body a glowing balloon of
pleasure, fit to burst at the slightest provocation; she was ready to
finish herself off.

   Tron grabbed a pillow from the head of her bed and straddled it between
her legs.  She lifted herself up slightly so she could push the vibrator
into her body.  When she sat down, the pillow pushed it even deeper, and
when she moved around, it rubbed against every tender spot inside her. 
With great anticipation, Tron turned on the vibrator to its maximum
setting.

   The sensation was indescribable.  The vibrator released a series of
powerful shockwaves and electrical currents that stimulated all the nerves
from her pussy to her womb all the way up to her breasts.  By definition,
she was being electrocuted by the device, but it was set to a frequency
where she would feel nothing but pleasure.  Tron's body spasmed violently
and she opened her mouth to let out a string of incomprehensible babble. 
The snowball of twenty orgasms detonated all at once, and Tron nearly lost
consciousness.  Her mind was flooded with a huge surge of endorphins that
made the walls of her room explode in a shower of iridescent sparks and
fireworks.  She lost concept of time and space in this state of euphoria,
and the endorphins made any degree of thought impossible.  She simply
existed in the atmosphere of pure bliss that she made for herself.

   Tron came to some time afterwards, the device's five minute stimulation
timer having long since run its course and now lay inert between her loving
folds.  She lay on her side, drool leaking down the side of her face.  Her
head was pounding with every heartbeat; if she knew what a hangover felt
like, she would have compared it to that.

   Once she had full control over her body, Tron checked the clock to see
what time it was.  Nearly half an hour had passed since she hit the roof.
How long of that she was actually cumming and how long she was unconscious,
she didn't know.  Tron sat up and stretched her limbs.  She felt much
better now after relieving some tension, so she hopped off the bed and
snuck off to the bathroom to clean up.

   * * *

   The Flutter was moored at the port of Koorong Island.  Megaman was about
to head off into town while Roll performed regular maintenance on the
Flutter.  Barrel took them by surprise, though, when he announced that he
was going away for a while.

   "What's up?" Megaman asked.

   "I need to go see an old friend of mine." the old man explained.  "Don't
worry.  You two are old enough that you can manage on your own."

   "It's not us we're worried about." Roll said.  "It's you, Gramps.  Are
you sure you'll be alright by yourself?"

   "Don't you worry about me.  In fact, it's my old age is the reason I
need to see my friend.  I don't have many years left in me, and I want to
put some old ghosts to rest before my time is up."

   "Okay.  Do keep in touch, though." Roll said.  She turned away to hide
the tears welling up in her eyes.  She didn't want to think about the only
surviving member of her family dying.  After they said their goodbyes,
Barrel followed Megaman into town, where he left to find another ship to
ferry him off to parts unknown.  Megaman went to the store to pick up food,
along with something to make for dinner.  He was the cook of the family, as
Barrel had issues with hand dexterity because of his arthritis, Roll was
busy enough maintaining and piloting the Flutter when she wasn't working on
his armor or developing equipment from the junk he brought to her, and Data
was a walking disaster in the kitchen.

   "Hmm, pasta would be good tonight." he said to himself as he browsed
through the store.  "I wonder if they have tomatoes here?" One of the most
difficult parts about travelling around from one island to another were the
variety in foodstuffs, and trying to create recipes from them.  Even
islands a few hundred miles apart could potentially have ecosystems worlds
different from each other.  As a result, Megaman had a section of the
bookshelf in his room dedicated entirely to cookbooks.

   Fortunately, today Megaman wouldn't need to add to it.  He found some
vegetables he was familiar with that he could make into an excellent pasta.
He finished his purchase after grabbing some sodas, then left to return to
the Flutter.  As he left the building, he had a strange premonition.  He
felt like someone was watching him, like a hammer was raised above his head
ready to strike him down.  Maybe it was just nerves; he didn't bother to
take his armor or Mega Buster this time.  It was a bit brazen of him,
especially when pirates could attack at any moment, but after the Kattelox
Island incident, he didn't want to feel like he was always bearing the
burden of protecting all the towns he went to.  Unless there was an
immediate crisis, there was no need to gear up for combat.

   * * *

   "I have a visual of Blue Boy!" Servbot #8 announced.  "And get this:
he's not armed at all!"

   All forty Servbots were crammed into an ice cream truck they "borrowed".
Servbot #8 was on top of the truck as the lookout while Servbots #23, #17
and #14 were at the driver's seat.

   "He's not armed?!" Servbot #2 exclaimed.  He was coordinating the group.
"We can move in immediately and take him by surprise!"

   "Roger~!" Servbot #17, who was manning the accelerator, pushed down on
it with all his might.  However, despite their expectations, the car did
not move forward as they expected it to.  The engine roared like it was
threatening to bust out of the hood, but they were literally going nowhere
fast.

   "Umm...  what's going on?" Servbot #23 asked.  "The gear's on N!  N for
Nitro!  We should be tearing asphalt right now!"

   "What?!  No!  N is Neutral!" Servbot #2 exclaimed.  He tugged on the
gear shift and pulled it down to D.  Since Servbot #17 still had the
accelerator pressed to the floor, the truck immediately took off at a
frightening speed for the narrow roads they were navigating.  They were
lucky the transmission didn't bust out through the floor.

   "Remember, just cut off the Blue Boy!" Servbot #2 instructed.  "We need
him alive!"

   * * *

   Megaman was about to round the corner when he heard the scream of a car
engine behind him.  He could only imagine Roll's look of anguish at the
abuse being dealt to it.  He turned around just in time to see an ice cream
truck bearing down at him.  When it got within fifty feet of him, it
suddenly jerked against the curb, which caused the vehicle to bounce away
into the street.  The driver attempted to compensate, but its momentum made
straightening its trajectory so quickly impossible, and sent the truck
spiralling end over end into the side of a building.  There was a sickening
crunch and concrete and bone chilling metal screeching against itself as
the truck came to a very immediate rest.  It knocked over a fire hydrant,
and a tower of gushing water shot into the air like a geyser.

   Megaman dropped his groceries and hurried over to the crash site. 
Whoever was driving still had the accelerator pushed to the floor, as the
engine was still roaring.  There was a rustling inside accompanied by some
muffled, frantic voices, and the engine slowly died down.

   "Are you okay in there?" Megaman asked.  He made a wide berth around the
vehicle; the gas tank wasn't ruptured, but he wasn't going to take any
chances.  Megaman moved to the front of the vehicle to peer into the
driver's seat, but to his surprise and curiosity, there was no one inside.
But that wasn't right; he heard some movement and voices inside.  Maybe
they were in the back, but why were they in there, and how was the truck
moving and steering on its own?

   Megaman went around to the back door.  When he moved to open up the
left-hand door, which was now on top, both doors swung open and a storm of
yellow and blue charged out at him.  He didn't have time to comprehend the
entity that bum rushed him before he was knocked unconscious from a barrage
of tiny fists.

   "Woah!  That was much easier than I thought it'd be!" Servbot #2 said.

   "We should have thought of this sooner!" Servbot #16 added in.

   "Come on!  Let's grab Blue Boy and get out of here before the police
show up!" Servbot #2 ordered.

   "Wait a minute!" Servbot #25 interrupted.  "Where's Servbot #8?"

   "He was on top of the truck when...  we..." Servbot #2 looked back at
the wreckage in horror.  The truck was on its side with the top firmly
lodged into the side of the building.  There was no way he could have
survived the impact.  "Awww!  And I thought we were going to complete this
mission without any casualties!"

   "What?!  Who died?!" The Servbots turned around to see #8 waddling up to
them.

   "Servbot #8!  You're alive!" they exclaimed.

   "Of course I'm alive." he said.  "I flew off the truck when you floored
it!"

   "Alright, everyone's accounted for!" Servbot #2 said.  "Now let's grab
Blue Boy and get back to the Panzerwagen!"

   "Roger~!"

   * * *

   "Hey, Tiesel!" Tron called out.  "Do you know where the Servbots are?"
She returned from her shower to find Tiesel back on the ship, but no
Servbots in sight.  Since there were forty of them around, it wasn't
difficult to overlook them, but there were none anywhere to be found, which
was odd.

   "No idea, Tron." her older brother replied.  "Maybe they went to buy
groceries?  I should call them and tell them to bring back a pizza.  I'm
gettin' hungry!"

   "So how did the purchase go?" she asked, plopping down on the other
couch in front of the TV.

   "I thought we could seal the deal this week, but the punk thinks he can
fleece me and hold out for more!  Claims he has other buyers willing to pay
twice the amount!"

   "How much is he demanding for the lot?  It can't be THAT much!"

   "Two hundred thousand Zenni!"

   "What?!  That's insane!  We bought the lot for Stripe Burger for barely
a quarter that amount!"

   "I'm calling his bluff!  Let's see if he changes his tone after a couple
of days!"

   "Well, I'm gonna go busy myself with something in the repair bay. 
Should be SOMETHING I can do around here!" Tron hopped off the couch and
headed down the stairwell to the far left of the room to the repair bay
several decks down.  It was a bit strange for the repair bay to be so
clean. Usually it was cluttered with mechanical parts, stray tools and
other bits and doodads since Tron was always working on some robot.  Since
there was nothing being built, and because Servbot #25 spent a lot of time
in here just to give his hands something to do, everything was neatly put
away, and even the cargo containers were perfectly organized.

   "Hmm...  maybe I could make a breathing apparatus?" she thought to
herself.  "Do we actually know what's at the bottom of the ocean?" Since it
wasn't anything too complex compared to the robots she built, Tron decided
to busy herself making some diving gear.

   Before she could even grab the first tool, the shuttle bay doors opened
and all forty Servbots piled into the deck.  Tron yelped and jumped away as
the mass of yellow and blue rolled out all over the floor, and on top of
them was the unconscious body of a young boy.

   "WOAH!  What's the big idea?!" Tron exclaimed as she scrambled on top of
one of the boxes so she didn't trip over the Servbots.

   "Ms.  Tron!  Ms.  Tron!  Look who we captured!" Servbot #2 proudly
announced.  "It's Blue Boy!"

   It took a moment for Tron to register who the boy was.  She never saw
him outside of his armor before now.

   "Wh-what?!  Umm...  uuhh!" Tron looked around frantically, trying to
think of what to say and do.  As Megaman stirred back into consciousness,
he found himself staring up at Tron standing over him, her arms folded
triumphantly.

   "Ah-hahahaha!" she cackled.  "It appears we finally beat you!"

   "You again?!" Megaman exclaimed.  "Dammit, why can't you just leave me
alone!?"

   "My brother may know when to admit defeat, but I say if you can't beat
'em, offer them to join you!"

   "Wait, join you?" Megaman asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically at her.
"Why would I want to join you?  You're a pirate!"

   "Not for long!  The piracy business clearly isn't working out too well
for us, but we hit it big on a recent dig, and I thought maybe we could go
straight for once.  Digging, after all, seems to work for you!"

   "And kidnapping me factors into this...  how?"

   "That's not important!  Point is, with my beauty, brains and your brawn,
we could make an excellent team!"

   "You could have just asked for my help!"

   "From where I'm standing, you're the one who is fit to gain from this
deal!"

   Megaman exasperatedly rolled his eyes.  She was going very far out of
her way to try and act like she didn't need his help, that was obvious by
now.  That being said, she might actually be telling the truth about trying
to go straight.  If that was really the case, he felt obligated to help her
become a successful Digger, if only to repay her for bailing him out of
Megaman Juno's prison.

   "Alright, alright.  I'll help you, for now." Megaman answered. 
Suddenly, there were cheers of joy from the forty Servbots, who he realized
at this point were all staring at them with wide eyes.  Some of them blew
party favors and tossed confetti into the air.  Where they even got these
things, he didn't know.

   "Huzzah!  We have Servbot #42 now!" they cheered.

   "No!  No no no!  I'm not Servbot anything!" Megaman insisted.  "I'm just
here to help out Tron!"

   "There, see?  I knew you'd see things my way!" Tron said smugly.  "Now,
it's late, you should get some sleep while you can.  Tomorrow, we're gonna
find some ruins, and we're gonna dig the crap out of it!"

   "Roger~!" The Servbots all said in unison.

   "Wait, where am I gonna sleep?!" Megaman asked.

   "Hmm, you can use the couch for now!  I'll bring you a blanket." Tron
replied.

   Later that night, the entire ship was sound asleep, even the Servbots,
which was rather confusing for Megaman to think about.  The couch was
somewhat comfortable, or at least by couch standards.  He had problems
getting to sleep, though.  He couldn't help but worry about Roll, all alone
on the Flutter.  She had Data for company, but she was already pretty upset
with Barrel leaving on his own personal mission.  If he had his armor with
him, he could easily contact her with the built-in communicator. 
Otherwise...  he was SOL.  She'd have to make do without him.

   * * *

   Tron woke up in the morning, feeling like everything that happened last
night was a strange dream.  It wouldn't be the first one where she was
nearly overrun by a swarm of Servbots.  She oozed out of bed and stumbled
her way to the shower.  She felt more awake by the end of it, and Tron
realized with surprise that last night really did happen, and Megaman was
really on the ship.  Most of her encounter with him was just trying to
cover up that surprise.  Then she blurted to him about becoming a Digger.
She barely even knew anything about digging!  All to make herself appear
unflappable to a boy she...

   Tron shook her head.  There was no backtracking on it.  She'd just have
to tell him that she decided that she didn't need him, give him the boot,
and go back to...  finding something to do.  She opened up her door to,
surprisingly, the smell of breakfast.  Neither she, Tiesel, nor any of the
Servbots knew how to cook, or at least cook effectively.  There wasn't any
smoke, much less panicking, flaming Servbots, so she investigated the
kitchen to see what was up.

   "Mmm!  Dish is pretty good shtuff!" Tiesel said between mouthfuls of
food.  He and several other Servbots sat around the table, eating pancakes.

   "What is all this?" Tron asked.

   "Oh hay, Tron!" Tiesel said.  "He's makin' another batch right now!"

   "Who?" Tron's answer was almost immediately answered when Megaman
entered the room, wearing an apron and carrying a plate stacked with
pancakes.

   "Oh, good morning.  I made breakfast." Megaman gestured with the plate
before setting it on the table.

   "Wait...  what!?  But I...  you...  breakfast?" Tron stuttered.  She
didn't imagine the deadly Blue Boy that destroyed all her robots to also be
a cook, much less make everyone breakfast!

   "It's the most important meal of the day.  If we're gonna go digging,
you should eat something so you have a lot of energy."

   Tron hesitated for a moment before sitting down and loading a plate with
a couple of pancakes.  Before she could even ask, one of the Servbots
pushed over the bottle of syrup to her.

   "So you already met him, I take it?" Tron asked her brother.

   "Yes, ma'am!" Servbot #2 answered.  "There was a brief scuffle when
Master Tiesel panicked."

   "We explained the situation to Master Tiesel before it escalated."
Servbot #15 added.

   "And then Blue Boy offered to make us pancakes!" Servbot #23 finished.

   "Hay, if he can make food dish good, den heesh welcome any time!" Tiesel
said.  Megaman removed the apron and tossed it over the back of the last
empty chair, next to Tron.  He grabbed a plate and helped himself to the
pancakes.  Tron blushed heavily and tried to avoid eye contact with him.

   "How are they?" he asked.

   "Huh?  Oh, fine.  Fine." Admittedly, it was actually very good, but
Tron's ego wouldn't allow her to compliment him so explicitly.

   "So do you have any personal weapons, or at the very least a knife?"
Megaman asked.  "I don't have my armor with me, so unless you know where my
ship is, I'm going to need a weapon if this dig is going to go off without
a hitch."

   "Weapons?  Sure, I could lend you a popgun." Tron smirked to herself,
but then, to her surprise, she actually felt bad about cracking such a
sarcastic remark to him!  She stuttered for a bit before quickly adding
"Um, we don't really use the personal weapons.  They're just there for
defense while on the ship, but we never have any raid problems.  Not sure
how serviceable they are, but I'll give it a once over, make sure it won't
blow up in your face."

   "Alright, thanks." Megaman said before returning his attention to his
pancakes.  After they finished, Tron went to the repair bay to run a
maintenance check on the weapon.  She exhumed it from a crate that hadn't
been opened in so long there were several bits and pieces of tech that were
several decades old at least that accompanied it.  The weapon was a sidearm
that used disposable power cells; an antique by today's standards, where
all weapons of all sizes used rechargeable power cells.  They didn't have
anything better, since, as she explained, they didn't need to worry about
personal defense when they were on the ship and they mainly used mounted
weapons on the robots during a mission.

   It took an hour to get it back in working order.  The power cell that
was still in the chamber had long since corroded and leaked battery acid on
the inside, ruining even more parts.  The emitter also needed replacement;
it was what made a focused energy weapon focused in the first place. 
Without it, the energy discharge would go all over the place, causing
collateral damage to nearby organics while completely unaffecting the
target Reaverbot.

   "Here you go." Tron said, handing Megaman the gun and a holster to keep
it in.  She also strapped several spare magazines to the belt holster.  "I
retrofitted the gun to take modern day rechargable power cells, but their
capacity is low.  You might not have that luxury if we get swarmed with
Reaverbots, so please try and...  be careful." Tron winced when she heard
those words come out of her mouth.  "Please" and "be careful"!?  She
sounded like she actually cared about him!  Well, she kind of did, but...

   NO!  What was happening to her today!?

   "Thanks.  Come on.  Let's check a map and find a good dig site nearby."

   'He must have poisoned those pancakes.' Tron thought to herself.  'No
wonder I'm feeling weird.'

   Megaman examined the map on the bridge and related it to their current
location.  They were about twenty miles away from Koorong, and,
conveniently, there was a dig site not too far from the city's outskirts.
As they went there, Megaman felt the need to check on the Flutter, and
specifically Roll.

   "Hey, Tron, do you mind if I make a call to the Flutter?" Megaman asked.
"I want to tell Roll I'm alright.  You kind of owe me this, since you were
the one to kidnap me."

   "Hmm...  alright, I'll allow it." Tron said dismissively, though when
she thought about Megaman and that other girl together...  was this
jealousy?!

   "Hey, Roll, it's Megaman." he said into a phone one of the Servbots
handed him.  "I'm just calling to let you know I'm alright.  I...  stumbled
upon something interesting and I'm investigating it.  Sorry about dinner
last night.  I'll make it up to you tonight.  Please keep Data away from
the kitchen.  Take care."

   Megaman handed the phone back to the Servbot and returned his attention
to the viewport.  He was standing next to Tron's seat, where he had the
best vantage point.  His hand rested on the back of the chair, next to
Tron's head.  She was aware of it, of course, but she wasn't going to order
him to remove his hand.  As she piloted the Panzerwagen, she wondered what
his touch would feel like?  When he grabbed her hands at the Old City back
on Kattelox Island, it sent strange tingles of anxiety up her back. 
Despite her ego, she kind of wished he wasn't such a gentleman.  Why
couldn't he act like he tripped and attempt to cop a feel like other boys
his age would do?  The curiosity and anxiety gripped at her.  She needed to
alleviate it somehow!

   "Ah!" Megaman instinctively recoiled his hand when he felt Tron's head
collide against it.  "S-sorry."

   "It's fine.  I glanced at a gauge and misread it." she explained
hastily. "We're fine.  We should be touching down in a few minutes." His
hand was quite soft and smooth, just like she imagined it.  Her curiosity
was sated, at least for now.

   They touched down in a clearing at the base of a cliff to their left. 
To the right, front and back was an expanse of roofed forests as far as the
eye could see.

   "About...  one hundred meters, is the entrance to the dig site." Megaman
explained.  "Hope you don't mind a little walking?"

   "I can manage it." Tron insisted.  That was minutes before she stepped
into a pothole that opened up right where her left foot landed.  She
stumbled and fell forward, causing her foot to briefly twist in a way it
was not supposed to.

   "AUUHH!  FUCK!" Tron hissed.  Megaman turned around and ran over to her,
hearing her cries of pain and distress.

   "Are you alright?" he asked, gingerly lifting up her foot to examine it.

   "Nhh!  No!  I think I broke something!" Tron exclaimed, wincing as he
felt along her leg just above her heel.  It then dawned on her, and her
heart started fluttering.  He was touching her leg.  He was touching her
leg!  HE WAS TOUCHING HER LEG!

   "It's just a minor sprain, but you shouldn't put any weight on it for a
while." Megaman said.  "Come on, let's head back to the ship."

   "No!  We were going to that dig site, and an ankle sprain isn't going to
stop me!" Tron scooted up against the tree to support herself.  "Find me a
good sized stick I can use as a crutch!"

   "Hmm, I have a better idea." Megaman turned around and pulled Tron
forward by her arms, wrapping them firmly around his neck.  He coiled his
arms around her legs and stood up, leaning forward slightly so her weight
applied on top of him.  Tron blushed heavily, but she didn't protest.  She
got to feel Megaman's touch and body this way.  He was surprisingly strong,
though being an artificial human might have had something to do with it. 
He continued to move as if he was unburdened by her.  Tron didn't weigh
much, but she thought the additional weight might at least put a damper in
his step.

   "How are you doing back there?" Megaman asked, feeling her arms tighten
slightly around his neck.

   "I-I'm fine." Tron answered.  His grip was very gentle, and she couldn't
help but wonder again what he was like in bed.  They got to the dig site
without any further incident, where Megaman set her down just inside the
entrance.

   "Think you'll be fine right here?" he asked.

   "Of course!" she replied, sitting up against the wall.  "And if I do get
attacked by a Reaverbot, I'll just blame you for it!  You're the one with
the gun, after all!"

   "Alright...  do you have Spotting experience?"

   "Naturally!  This isn't my first time on a dig!" Tron reached under her
coat and pulled out an earpiece.  "Here, I'll be able to keep in contact
with you through this!  I have a radar that's currently scanning the inside
of this installation.  By the time you enter a new room, I'll have details
on what's inside."

   "Alright.  Stay safe." he said, putting the earpiece into his ear before
heading into the site.

   "Maybe you should check if it works first!" she called out down the
hallway and into the earpiece.  Megaman winced from the volume, and
immediately tapped a small button on the side that lowered the volume.

   "It works, alright." he said.

   "Okay, good.  Check the room coming up to your right.  There's a few
small Reaverbot signals on the other side.  Blow 'em up!"

   Megaman saw the door right as she finished her detail.  He backed up
against the wall and tapped the door to open it.  Peering into the room,
dimly lit by a few flickering lights in the ceiling, he could see three
Reaverbots wandering around inside.  They looked in his direction on
sensing the door open.  Their interest was drawn for a few seconds before
returning to their programmed patrol.

   "Wish I test fired this before coming here." Megaman muttered to himself
as he drew out the gun.  He handled various types of weapons before, but
each one handled very differently.  Not to mention he normally handled
integrated weapons.  He was able to do that with his modular body, and
integrated weapons made it easier to manage the recoil.  If this thing
kicked like a horse, he'd require a second or two to align the next shot,
and that could be deadly in a fight.

   "I'll just have to make the first one count." He whipped around the
corner and fired the first bolt at the closest Reaverbot.  There was a deep
thud, and a thick green bolt fired from the gun.  As he prepared for, but
still didn't expect, was the enormous kickback.  The bolt hit its mark
across the Reaverbot's eye, punching right through it and going through the
other side.  The internal components were melted through, and the Reaverbot
fell over dead.

   The other two Reaverbots turned immediately to their fallen comrade, and
from there to Megaman's general direction.  He ducked behind the door again
for a few seconds.  After confirming there was no return fire, he popped
out and fired a second shot.  He ended up overcompensating for the recoil
for this shot, and aimed too low.  The shot was a glancing blow on the
second Reaverbot's side.  His Mega Buster would have just glanced off the
hull without causing any significant damage, but the gun's bolt still tore
through it.  Some vital mechanical components were damaged from the shot,
and the Reaverbot doubled over as redundant systems attempted to reroute
control to undamaged sections.

   Megaman backed away from the door and took aim with both hands to fire
the third bolt at the last Reaverbot.  He hit the joint where the legs
attached to the body.  The bolt split the entire Reaverbot in two, and both
halves collapsed on the ground.  It attempted to compensate, but the damage
was too great, and it self-destructed, destroying the second Reaverbot in
the process.

   "I just picked up weapons fire." Tron said into his earpiece.  "You
better not die on me.  You can't take me back to the Panzerwagen if you're
dead!"

   "I'm fine, Tron." Megaman replied.  "You didn't tell me just how much of
a punch this thing had!"

   "Oh, did I forget to tell you?" she said tauntingly.  "What'd you find?"

   "Three Reaverbots, and some Refractor Shards they left behind." he
explained as he scooped them up.

   "No no, leave the spare change!  Is there anything more valuable?"

   "That depends on what YOU define as valuable.  Refractor shards are
refractor shards.  Eventually they all add up to equal a whole refractor."

   "And there are billions of refractor shards out there!  What about
technology?  Scanners?  Generators?  Anything that we can use that you
can't find anywhere else?"

   "I'll look for something.  Can't guarantee I'll find anything
particularly unique!"

   With Tron's guidance, Megaman moved further into the installation.  He
burned out several of the mags in fights with Reaverbots, but thankfully,
they didn't appear to carry projectile weapons.  That was a blessing for
Megaman, since he wouldn't be able to take any hits like that without his
armor.  By the time he reached the last room, he had two mags left,
including the one loaded in the gun, and that was already halfway burned
out.

   "There better be something in there!" Tron said.  "I didn't come all the
way out here for nothing!"

   "Don't worry, I'll find something." Megaman checked around the room as
he entered.  There were no signs of Reaverbots, and Tron didn't tell him of
any.  This room appeared to be the control center for the entire
installation.  Usually these rooms were inaccessible due to cave-ins or
were damaged beyond repair.  It was rare to find one intact.

   "I think I found something worthwhile." Megaman said as he entered the
room.

   "Come on!  Out with the details!  What'd you find?"

   "The control room.  It's in good shape.  I see...  monitors showing
something, holograms detailing Reaverbot movements-"

   "Alright, come back and get me!  I need to see this for myself!

   "Wow, this is so cool!" Tron exclaimed as Megaman set her down after
carrying her all the way to the control center.  She limped over to one of
the holograms and fawned over it.  "I wonder where all the gadgetry is?  We
have to dismantle this thing!"

   "What?  Why?"

   "Why else?  We're gonna take the bits back to the ship and I can figure
out how these things work!" Tron slowly lowered herself to the ground, her
injured leg at an awkward angle, and she pulled out some tools and began
dismantling the console.

   "Again, why?"

   "Do you know nothing about technology?!  Have you ever seen holograms
outside of these installations?"

   "Ummm...  no...  I guess not." Megaman said sheepishly.

   "Exactly!  Who knows what you can do with holographic displays!  Come
on, you gotta think, Megaman!"

   "You don't expect me to carry all this stuff back to the ship by myself,
do you?" Megaman asked as the pile of parts got larger.

   "Of course not!  That's what the Servbots are for!  Completely useless
in combat without a mech to pilot, but they make very good hard laborers!"
Tron continued to dismantle the consoles until it was all in a heap of
parts on the floor.  She then tapped her earpiece.

   "Alright, Servbots!  Up and at 'em!" she ordered, then gestured for
Megaman to pick her up again.  As he left the room with Tron in tow, the
forty Servbots piled in like a swarm, making a berth around the two and
grabbing all the parts strewn about on the floor.  For appearing to be a
chaotic mass of Servbots, they were surprisingly coordinated.  Megaman
headed out of the installation ahead of them, with Tron mounted on his
back. The dig went off without a hitch.  That was especially good when he
didn't have his armor with him.  Actually, it was kind of dangerous.  Even
if normal Diggers did this regularly, Reaverbot could deal some serious
injuries.  He only got away with it because he was much more experienced
than the average Digger, but even then, there was almost no room for error
without his armor.  It was a good way to wind up dead if he wasn't careful.

   They went back to the Panzerwagen, where Megaman set her down on the
couch in the lounge room.  He sat down on the other couch after removing
the gun belt.

   "For some reason, I don't feel like that dig turned out so well."
Megaman said.

   "Nonsense!  I thought it went perfectly!" Tron protested.  "We killed a
few Reaverbots and found some awesome tech!  Isn't that what you're
supposed to do on a dig?"

   "Eehh, sort of.  Usually we get Refractors, since energy is always in
demand.  It sounds boring, but it's the easiest way to make money as a
digger.  It's not like you'll be able to constantly find new technology."

   "I guess." Tron flexed her injured foot.  She had a bit more control
over it, but it was still stiff and sore.  Megaman stood up from the couch.

   "Alright, well, if that's it, I'm heading back to the Flutter.  I'm sure
Roll is worried sick about me." He was at the door before he turned back to
her.  "And next time you want something from me, just...  call me, don't
send your Servbots to kidnap me."

   "Uh huh.  Bye bye, now!" Tron said dismissively, waving him off.  Of
course, it was only after he left that she sighed and laid her head back.
She loved him, and there was no way she could deny it to herself any
longer. The only thing that stood between them was Tron's own giant ego,
and it operated independently from her will.  As soon as she felt like
opening up to him, her need to feel bulletproof took dominance.

   Well no more, she decided!  She was going to do something about it, even
if it meant appearing vulnerable to a living being!

   * * *

   Megaman arrived back at the Flutter to a concerned Roll, who was
relieved to see he was unharmed.  He didn't tell her much about what had
gone on the previous night, and lying to her like that, but he didn't want
to worry her about being kidnapped by Tron in the middle of town.  He
immediately went to make dinner for her and Data, this time a nice pot
roast made from the meat of some beast whose name escaped him.  As he
worked on dinner, Data hopped on the counter next to him.

   "I know what you've been up to." He said cheerfully as he danced. 
Megaman paused for a moment before continuing the preparation.

   "Nothing happened." he said.  "She just wanted help with becoming a
digger."

   "Are you that dense?" Data asked.  "It's pretty clear she's into you."

   "Wait, what?"

   "Oh my, you really ARE that dense!" Data stopped dancing, a rare moment
for him.  "Remember we share the same memories, and I can tell by the way
she acts around you that she has a major crush on you!"

   "But...  how?  The only times we ever met before, she was trying to
shoot at me.  Unless..." Megaman flashed back to when he was caught in
Megaman Juno's suppression field.  The Bonnes came to his rescue.  He liked
to think that they wouldn't let the entire island die by stranding him in
the field, but was there some other motive underneath?

   "Sounds like something you'd need to discuss with her." Data said. 
"Roll won't be too happy about it, I think."

   "Why?  What does Roll have to do with this?"

   "THAT is something you'll have to figure out yourself." Data resumed
dancing after hopping off the counter.  "Love is a complicated thing.  I've
done many calculations on it.  It never adds up right."

   * * *

   Megaman, Roll and Data had a quiet dinner and night afterwards.  Roll
was a lot more calm knowing that he was safe, but still worried about
Barrel.  She was so anxious she couldn't even work on anything.  Most of
her night was spent twitching her legs restlessly on the couch or pacing
back and forth down the hallway.  Eventually her exhaustion took over and
she slumped over on the couch, drifting off to sleep.

   Megaman carried her to her room and tucked her into bed.  He couldn't
blame her for her anxiety.  Barrel was her only surviving family, and he
didn't have many more years to live.  They all knew this, but it wouldn't
make the coming event any easier to take.

   He returned to his room, as it was getting pretty late, anyways.  He
didn't tell Roll anything about Tron.  She didn't need to be bothered with
that information right now.  Still, he needed to tell her something,
eventually.  Until that time came, he could figure out what to say and how
to say it.

   "Your security system really needs work." a voice said as he closed the
door.  Megaman wheeled around and saw Tron sitting on his bed.

   "Tron!?  How did-" Megaman paused for a second, then lowered his voice,
realizing how loud he was speaking with Tron's room right next to his. 
"How did you get in the Flutter?"

   "Like I said, your security system needs work." She took a look around
the room.  "Can't say what I was expecting to find here.  Weapons? 
Trophies from fallen enemies?  Pictures of naked ladies?  Nope.  Just some
books on mechanics, some spare parts, a repair and first aid kit, and a
shelf full of books.  Just the collection of a very boring fourteen year
old boy."

   "Why are you here?" Megaman asked.

   "Because if I don't do this now, we're just going to go back and forth
forever, and who wants that?" Tron hopped off the bed and approached him.
Before he could react to it, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips,
holding onto his arms so he couldn't escape.  Her lips were very soft
against his.  Something about it made his chest tense up or feel hollow.

   "I like you, Megaman." she said as she pulled back.  "There, I said it,
and I broke the stalemate.  Guess I win!"

   "Win what?  I didn't even know this was a stalemate between us!"

   "You can play dumb all you want, but it's high time to face the facts!
You were too scared to admit your love for me, so I had to do it for you!"

   "But I don't have romantic feelings for you!" When she heard that,
Tron's eyes started welling up with tears.

   "What?  Are you saying you don't like me?" she asked, her voice cracking
up.

   "N-no!  I mean, I kinda like you, but we don't really know ea-"

   "That's good enough for me!" she interrupted, her eyes drying up almost
immediately.  "Strip and get on the bed!"

   "Huh!?  You can't be serious!  We-" Megaman caught himself raising his
voice again, then said in a harsh whisper.  "We barely know each other!"

   "Are you listening to yourself?" Tron asked.  "You're actually declining
hot sex with the hottest girl in the world!"

   "Well I don't kow about hottest, but..." Megaman muttered under his
breath.  Tron whipped around and grabbed him by the collar.

   "I heard that." she said, staring daggers into him.  "And you're gonna
pay for that." Tron pulled him over and threw him down on the bed.  For
having a very light build, she was surprisingly strong.

   She unbuckled Megaman's pants and pulled them down around his ankles,
along with his underwear.  As she had hoped, he was pretty well endowed
down there.  Not as much as she would have liked, but enough to make any
grown man jealous.  To her surprise, though he was uncut.  It looked a
little strange with the foreskin still drawn over the head.

   "Hey, I've never done this before, so-" Megaman started to say.  Tron
hopped up and leaned over him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

   "You're a virgin!?" she exclaimed.  "Even better!  I get to take the
virginity of Megaman!" Her hand moved down and grasped at his cock.  She
stroked it gently, testing the elasticity of his foreskin.  The sleeve was
a bit tight, but she managed to pull it back to reveal the head.  Her
vibrator, as detailed as it was, didn't truly capture the authenticity of a
real cock.  The veins, the way the skin folded and wrinkled; all the small
details that were difficult to emulate.

   Tron moved her head down and closed her lips around the tip of his dick.
She didn't know what taste to expect from it.  Honestly, it didn't taste
much different from any other part of the body like, say, a finger, but it
also emitted a powerful musky scent that made her mind cloudy and her heart
start racing.

   "Nhhh, Tro~n." Megaman moaned.  His legs tensed up underneath her.  It
was an unusual feeling to get sucked off.  Her mouth was hot and moist, and
her tongue flicked against seemingly every sensitive part of his member. 
This was his first time doing anything like this, but it felt very good. 
His cock and balls both tingled, which made his lower half twitch
repeatedly.

   Tron was getting into it.  She found it remarkably easy to draw her head
back and forth.  There was also a degree of euphoria to the act, as if
getting throat fucked was like massaging her pussy.  After a minute or two
of sucking him off, Tron removed him from her mouth and stood up.  She
wiped her mouth of the saliva that dribbled down her chin and began to pull
off her clothes.

   Megaman sat up and watched her undress.  Her clothes were skin tight,
especially her leggings, which left very little to the imagination. 
However, that didn't prepare him for seeing her without them.  As more of
her nude figure was revealed to him, Megaman decided to redact his comment
about her not being the hottest woman in the world.  Her skin was pure,
smooth and the color of cream.  Her breasts were still tiny, as puberty had
yet to give her a full rack, and her pussy lips were completely bald.

   "There!  What do you think?" she asked, presenting herself to her once
all her clothes had been tossed to the floor.

   "Impressive." Megaman replied.  He could feel his dick stiffen in his
lap.

   "Hmm, I'm glad you enjoy it.  It's only fair, now, that I get to see
yours!" Megaman hesitated for a moment, a bit embarrassed about exposing
himself to Tron, but then he figured that it didn't matter at this point,
since she already got a good look at - and taste of - his boy peen.

   Megaman kicked his pants off of his feet and removed his shirt.  He
wasn't built as much as he was toned and fit.  That being said, he was
still a scrawny fourteen year old.  "Megaman" was rather a misnomer.

   Tron grinned and climbed onto the bed alongside him.  Before she came
here, she was fretting over how this was going to go down.  Now that it was
actually happening, she found it very easy to proceed.  The barriers of
inhibitions and decency came tumbling down.

   Tron kissed and nibbled at Megaman's neck.  His touch was a bit nervous
at first, but spurred on by Tron's actions, he got more daring.  His hands
explored the contours of her body, snaking around her back and clutching
her tight ass.  It was small, but very firm like mutton.

   The room was silent save for their heavy breathing and the sounds of
shifting around on the bed.  Tron's hand found its way to his dick, where
it stroked him off to keep him hard.  Likewise, Megaman's hand moved around
to her front and cupped her soft pussy lips.  To his surprise, he could
feel an intense moist heat radiating from down there.  It was like holding
his hand to one of those hand drying devices in some public bathrooms.  He
knew enough about sex to know that's where his peen was supposed to go, in
that remarkably hot place.  The thought alone made his dick stiffen more.

   "Go on, give it a good rub." Tron whispered into his ear.  "You need to
get me all fired up first before you take the plunge!"

   "R-right." Megaman moved his middle finger back and forth along the
slit. Tron twitched in his grip as she worked at his cock as well.  She had
a heavy blush on her face as she did so, and her breath was shaking.  After
a minute or so of stimulating her, Tron's legs locked around his hand,
holding it there for a moment before her muscles relaxed.

   "Are you alright?" Megaman asked.

   "I-I'm fine." Tron replied, breathing heavily.  "I'm just...  getting
very close."

   "Close?  You mean..." It was now his turn to turn a deep shade of red.
He nearly brought her to an orgasm.  It was that above just about
everything else that really drove home what he was doing.  To say he was
excited was either an understatement or didn't accurately describe how he
felt.  Whatever the case may be, he was very aware of almost every movement
and action made between the two of them.

   "Yes, you almost made me cum." she whispered into his ear.  Taking
advantage of his stunned response, Tron climbed on top of him and sat down
on his lap.  His dick rubbed against her moist labia.

   "Or would you prefer to be on top for your first time?" she asked.

   "Uhhh, I don't know, you decide."

   "Hmm, well if that's the case, I hope you're buckled in," Tron said as
she reached down between her legs and guided his cock so it was pointed
directly at her entrance.  "'Cause I'm gonna take you for a ride!"

   With that, she sat down on the shaft, taking it into her folds on the
first attempt.  Both of them cried out with shock and delight.  For Tron,
she finally had the boy she unexpectedly developed a heavy crush on inside
of her, and even though he was smaller than her favorite toy with none of
its extra settings, the warmth of his body and the affection she had for
him elated the experience for her and ultimately felt better than the toy.
For Megaman, it was the experience of having his dick gripped by something
that felt unlike anything he ever had grip him down there.  He would be
lying if he said he never masturbated, but this was a different feeling
from that altogether.  Not only were her insides soft, warm and moist, but
she also seemed to conform to his size and grip him just enough to feel
good, but not enough to cause him pain.

   This close to her, Megaman could smell nothing else but the unique scent
about Tron.  It was the gentle scent of cherry blossoms.  On top of that,
he enjoyed the warmth of her body and her arms wrapping around his back,
holding the two of them close.  Tron learned in again and kissed him on the
lips.  This time, her tongue snuck past his lips and assaulted the inside
of his mouth.

   "Gmph!" he gasped.  He didn't know if it was even possible for him to
get harder, but his body seemed determined to push those limits.  How their
little tongue made him even more aroused than a normal kiss, he couldn't
explain, but he enjoyed it, even if it made him lose his breath faster and
left his mouth sore.

   Tron broke the kiss and immediately bounced up and down on his lap.  Now
that she opened herself to him, she felt no need to inhibit herself any
further around him.  Her moans and cries of joys were louder.  Her
expression of unbridled ecstasy was so adorable, Megaman's eyes locked on
that.  He was making her feel that good.  That thought went through his
mind over and over.  Were they still enemies?  Maybe, maybe not.  If they
were, this was going to end all too soon, but he'd cherish the memory until
the day he died.  If they weren't, he'd love to share this experience with
her over and over again.  Or maybe this is how they would extend an olive
branch to each other.

   Megaman's crotch felt like it was on fire as he neared his orgasm.  His
hips were thrusting up into her in timing with her bounces.  He didn't know
if it was safe to cum inside her or not, but in the heat of the moment, he
was unwilling to pull out of her until she was spent.  Based on her grip on
his body, he was pretty certain she wouldn't let him, anyways.

   Both of them came at the same time.  Tron hugged Megaman tightly as she
rode the orgasmic wave.  Her vaginal muscles tightened around him, which
seemed to prolong Megaman's orgasm.  It almost felt like she was milking
him of his cum!  He really hoped that she didn't get pregnant, if that was
the case.

   It ended almost as soon as it began, and even though it felt like it
lasted a lot longer than a few seconds, both of them wished it could have
lasted longer.  Tron slumped over on top of Megaman, her grip relaxing a
bit.  Megaman shifted both of them to a slightly more comfortable position,
but one where as much of their surface as possible was still touching each
other.  Tron smiled and nestled into Megaman's arms.  There wasn't anywhere
else she'd rather be than right here right now.  Based on how Megaman was
also holding her, he could say the same, even if neither of them didn't say
anything at all at the moment.

   Everything else seemed tertiary at the moment.  Tron didn't know what
was going to happen the next morning, but that didn't matter right now. 
Hell, she didn't know what she was going to do when she woke up.  Would she
snap out of some uncharacteristic reverie and things would return to the
way it was yesterday?  Truth be told, Tron didn't want that to happen.  She
liked these changes, she liked Megaman, and she liked that she finally came
out to him about it.
   She just hoped that she retained that sentiment in the morning.