Amy wanted to go on another date to the movies. I felt nostalgic about the idea... Our very first date was one in which she put me in a hooded sweatshirt to conceal me at the theater. She wanted to go somewhere public with me, even when I couldn't change form... For that alone, I knew she loved me.



I used my organic form this time and we got in her car to not seem suspicious. I also did not wear a hooded sweatshirt, though Amy teased me about getting one.



"This movie is a romantic drama... Prepare for kisses and tears!" Amy exclaimed as she drove down the road. I sat in the passenger seat beside her.



"From the characters in the film, or from you?" I asked.



She giggled. "Both, maybe."



We parked by a larger movie theater than the one we went to before. Amy proudly held one of my hands and we walked inside together. Though I was in my usual outfit for this form, Amy wore a tank top, jean shorts, and a short-sleeve cardigan instead of her signature dress. The temperature inside was considered chilly, so she would no doubt seek me for warmth.



She bought our tickets and got some drinks and snacks. I carried our food while she handed over the tickets to a person guarding the theater rooms, then we finally went to our designated seats.



Amy chose seats in the back even though I no longer needed to hide... "Are you positive you don't want to be closer to the screen? It's no longer necessary," I said.



She sat down at her preferred seat, while I sat beside her. She took a brief moment to organize her belongings. "Well, it's still more private back here..."



"Do we--" I noticed her cheeks flushed. She wanted to be very close. "... I accept," I said, feeling my temperature rise as well. With our choice of seating, no one would see us or attempt to interrupt any vigorous make out.



The seats had arm rests that could be moved up to make more room. Naturally, Amy moved up the one between our seats and inched closer to me. Her side pressed to mine, and she comfortably folded her legs in the seat to lean against me. Her tail wagged as she began eating the popcorn... I decided to try some as well.



Salty, savory. I liked it.



The previews for the movie did not show yet, so the screen in front of us cycled through local advertisements. Amy let out a cheerful sigh and nuzzled her head to mine.



"I was pretty nervous on our first date, actually. But I got to see so much more of your personality, then our hands touched, and... Ahh!" She very cutely wiggled in her seat. "Look how far we've come already."



"It already feels so long ago, doesn't it? But the reality is that not too much time has passed. A sign we were meant to be."



Amy grinned. "I think so, too." She softly kissed me on the cheek, then continued eating pieces of popcorn.



"... You will eat all of the popcorn before the movie starts."



"It's right here, I can't help it!"



I couldn't help myself around her. I leaned my head against hers as well. "Something else will be occupying your mouth during the movie anyway," I said. It was a fact and also a flirt.



She giggled and her face increased in warmth against mine. "Metal...! I never thought you'd suggest something like that," she whispered.



"Nothing could stop me from embracing your tongue with mine, my Rosy." I shifted myself to kiss the side of her head.



"... Oh! Kissing." She coughed and cleared her throat. "Don't stop yourself, handsome."



I was confused by her reaction. "Did you think I meant somethi--"



"Just something silly! It's fine!" She fanned herself. "Nothing we'd do in a theater. We should try to focus on the movie, anyway."



I was still confused, but I enjoyed watching her flustered nature, so I did not ask for further clarification. Whatever she thought of, she clearly liked the idea. I would find out later.



The room dimmed and movie previews began to play. Amy excitedly ate more popcorn, then as time passed, she leaned against me. She held the popcorn bucket between us… I ate some more pieces as well. Most of the movie previews were not interesting to me except one particularly violent one.



"That horror movie looks like something you might find interesting," Amy teased.



… She thought the same. I was incredibly attracted to her. "Yes," I replied. My tail began patting the seat-- as soon as I noticed, I stopped it. Annoying. Adopting an organic form meant things happened to my body more instinctively, because organic traits were often inefficient.



Amy giggled at me. She reached behind me and stroked my tail. My temperature increased. My tail twitched in her hand; thankfully, instead of addressing it, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. With another loving stroke, she let go of me and focused on the screen.



Without my turbine, expelling heat was incredibly annoying. I got hotter as I set there and there was no proper way to cool down. Yet, after a few moments, Amy shivered. She huddled closer to me and only stopped shivering once I put my closest arm around her. We shared the popcorn with one another… I would likely cool off by focusing on the movie.



The previews ended and the actual movie began. Amy sat more upright to better watch. From what I understood so far, the story took place in a fantasy setting, following a young woman who grew up in a poor community. She made a fateful encounter with a prince, who became completely stricken by her.



The woman did not like the prince at first and rejected his advances, believing them to be insults. Our popcorn bucket was empty except for some hard kernels at the bottom. Amy moved the bucket to the side and wrapped her arms around me. She lovingly rubbed her head to mine, then fully rested herself on my chest.



"You gave yourself a heartbeat," she whispered, tracing her fingers over my chest. My temperature increased more. She let out an amused breath because the heartbeat quickened in pace. Ridiculous.



Having all the normal utilities of an organic body made my disguise more believable, though I didn't need to be believable around Amy. I got rid of the heart. I did not need blood vessels.



"Hey…!" she whined. "I loved it… I wanna hear it again." She smiled and settled. "Though I do love the sound your turbine makes more…"



"Hear the movie," I whispered back as threatening as I could make it.



… I restored the heart and its surrounding necessities. Amy kissed my chest, clearly pleased. I liked the way her head felt on me… Skin to skin was alluring on its own.



I tried to focus on the movie again. The prince wanted to prove his sincerity to the woman, though he had to do so in secrecy. Apparently he could not be with someone of a different social status, and being caught would lead to an unavoidable catastrophe. He sent her a message that she followed out of curiosity. They met in an abandoned barn out by an overgrown field.



Amy was not paying close attention to the movie. She kissed the underside of my jaw while her hand trailed from my chest to my stomach. I caressed her head and returned her kiss. She purred, allowing her hand to rest at one of my sides. I felt the vibrations of her tail patting the seat, then felt her adjust to be closer to me. Her breath puffed against my neck like she was deciding on whether or not to kiss me again.



I missed what was happening in the movie; all I knew was that the two main characters were passionately making out. They collapsed into a bed of grass, hands wandering, eyes yearning…



I crossed one of my legs over the other. I felt another inefficient organic function. Amy would not want me to penetrate her in a movie theater. I very much wanted to.



"Metal," she whispered. Her voice made me react more. I debated on getting rid of my sexual anatomy. "I'm feeling cold… Could you warm me up?"



I turned towards her more to better kiss and hold her. I wrapped my arms around her, tugged her closer to me… Ah, I felt the chills on her arms. I tightened my embrace and brought our mouths together.



She let out another pleased breath through her nose. Our mouths slowly parted, then went back together. Parted, together. Over and over… I slid my tongue against hers. It made me excited. I felt her pounding heartbeat against my chest.



I knew of a better way to warm her: vigorous friction. She would feel warm to have my mass occupying her insides. I was starting to care less about the reasons Amy would not want me to penetrate her in a movie theater. They were social rules, rules incredibly beneath me.



The characters in the movie moaned as they began their passionate coupling. I wanted to hear Amy's moans instead. I wanted her. I unbuttoned her shorts--



Amy lightly gasped and moved my hand away. When our mouths parted, she stared at me, brows slightly furrowed. Clearly, she did not want me to stimulate her further.



She bit her lower lip as she stared at me. Her glance went down to my body. She often did that when she did want stimulation. I was confused. As she re-buttoned her shorts, though, I had my answer. I sighed and tried resting back against my seat.



She mumbled under her breath and grabbed my head, pulling me back over to her. She feverishly kissed me, turned herself to throw one of her legs over me.



She leaned against me and unintentionally applied pressure to my crotch, already lively from my arousal. I gently pushed her away. If she didn't want to be stimulated, then doing the same for me was useless since I wanted to penetrate.



She whined a little and kissed me again. Of course I kissed her back, but her attitude was incredibly confusing. "Make up your mind," I whispered.



"I still want to be close," she replied. "You can't get me off in a movie theater."



"I can, but you don't want me to," I mumbled.



"That's why!" she whispered harshly in return. "I still want you, Metal…" She gently kissed me again.



I loved the way she felt too much to keep her away for long. I often stimulated Amy with my hand before I entered her body. She didn't want me to arouse her, but she had already done so for me.



I took her hand and placed it against my erection. Her ears shot up. I felt her temperature rise again. Excellent… I moved her hand up my shaft and opened my legs more.



"M-M-Metal!" she whispered. "Ah…" The way she breathed out told me she didn't want to remove her hand.



"Make up your mind," I repeated.



"I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was--" She moved her hand away to my displeasure. "I'll let you cool off."



The answer I did not want to hear. "Very well…" I did my best to cool off as she offered. When I looked back at the movie, there was a sword fight. I had no inclination as to what was going on.



"W-we can't! There's no way. We can't," Amy whispered a few minutes later.



"Alright."



"… It's… We can't!" She covered her face with both of her hands.



"… I accepted already. Why are you--" When I glanced at her, I saw how much more heated she was. She was clearly extremely aroused, rubbing her thighs together and sweating. Her tail was wagging; whenever she peeked between her fingers, she was staring at my crotch.



With a squeak, she went back to covering her face. She clearly wanted to do it. I liked watching her battle her own morals. I would not help her. Instead, I posed to make myself more visible for her. She gave me an intense stare, then attempted to look at the movie again. She tightly bit her bottom lip and bounced one of her legs.



With a deep breath, she eventually calmed down. A shame. I relaxed too. The main characters met up in secret again. Apparently, the prince made himself a sacrifice to be executed so that the woman would be safe. They had a passionate night together with the woman promising they would meet again. It was very evident they had sex, though the movie only showed their heads and shoulders. Amy fidgeted more in her seat.



I wanted to mess with her.



I graced the back of her head, making her sit straight up. I leaned in closely. Her heat was very apparent. She closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, anticipating that I would kiss her. Instead, I picked a stray piece of fluff on her top and flicked it away.



"There was something on your shirt," I said.



I don't think she ever glared at me harder. I grinned back.



"Stop messing with me!" she harshly whispered.



"I'm messing with you?" I asked. I caressed her head and gently lifted her by the chin.



She bit my hand-- I had to stifle my own laughter. I loved her ferocity. I grabbed her face while her fangs attempted to pierce my glove. Still leaned in, I bit and tugged on one of her ears.



Another squeak came out of her. She let out a shaky breath; she let go of my hand and tried to pull my arm away, while she used her other hand to push me off of her. Pleased, I let go of her as well.



We watched the movie for about ten more seconds before she began fidgeting again. This time, I would not mess with her. She did enough messing with herself.



I watched Amy far more than I watched the movie… I heard the characters talk on the screen, but their words were background noise compared to the hasty breathing of my beautiful lover. Amy rubbed her thighs together again, and at some point, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths. When she looked at me, I smiled at her, causing her to blush and quickly look away.



As soon as the lights in the theater brightened, Amy stood up and tugged on my hand. I followed her without issue.



We went out of the room, then out of the building itself. Her heart was still pounding, yet her brows were furrowed, clearly battling more of her thoughts. We passed by several cars, not yet at Amy's.



"What was your favorite part of the movie?" I asked, knowing full well she didn't watch it.



"Shut it," she muttered. "You're getting nothing out of me! Y-you…" Her face reddened more. "I-I can't take you anywhere!"



"Your hostility is turning me on."



"That! That's why!" She yelled. "You're supposed to tell me, 'Yes, Rosy, having sex in the theater is an irrational decision. The data I have on you indicates your hormones are at their peak during this part of your menstrual cycle. Or something.'" She deepened her voice as an attempt to mock me.



… Out of curiosity, I did check my data on her. I referenced what she meant about her menstrual cycle, studied information about it, then observed a pattern from Amy based on the time we spent together. "… You do have heightened hormones. You are about to ovulate."



"Exactly! I'm irrational! Tell me!" she yelled.



"It is very rational to be aroused by me." I brushed one of my fingers across her cheek. "And you need not worry. I will satisfy you."



"F-fine! If you're not going to care about when and where we do it, then I have to be stronger to resist you."



"Then I will be more eager to break you."



Amy glanced at me, then took a deep breath, pretending to not be fazed by my statement. I was very pleased by her reaction. I allowed my tail to do its foolish wag as we approached the car.



We got in our respective seats. Amy put one hand on he steering wheel, contemplated turning the car on… then sighed. She looked at my crotch without even looking up at my face. I was not stimulated at the time.



"… Hardly anything turns you off, huh?" she asked, blushing. "What about your hormones? How often are you, uh, horny?"



"I technically do not have hormones."



"You know what I mean!" she snapped back. "And you do because of your current form!"



I considered her question. "To tell you the truth, Rosy, I don't know why I can be aroused. Ever since you pointed out I experienced arousal at all, I looked into it. I have an infinite amount of data, I know what I am made of, and I know the most intricate parts of my being, but I was not built to…" I wasn't sure how to say it. "Rosy, I didn't even know I could love before you permanently changed me. I look into my code and I try to find what gives me these reactions, and it's… enigmatic. I just know I love. The same is with desire. I was not programmed to desire you. There is no technical benefit to acting upon sexual desire. Even before I could give myself the means to have sex, I still wanted to. I deeply desire you."



Hmm. While I was not programmed to love or to have sexual desire, I was programmed with a need to become more powerful. When I really followed my lines of code, perhaps a part of me gained those feelings through this need. Power in a different sense… I became a more powerful lover. To please Amy was satisfying on its own.



"Rosy, your love has granted me the power I was programmed to achieve. There are inefficiencies I don't yet understand, but… I became more, as you said."



"Aw, Metal…"



"To fully answer your question… I am always horny." I confidently nodded.



Her eyes went very wide. She sputtered a few words that weren't actually words as she tried to gather her thoughts.



I continued to think as well. "… Though, certain actions make me more enticed to act." I enjoyed when our lovemaking felt like a battle. The movement, the rush of energy, the display of strength…



"Wh-what do you mean when you say you're satisfied, then? Do you… actually feel relief?"



"I do. It is natural to take a moment to enjoy the glory of a finished battle," I explained. "But I will always enjoy battling. I will always enjoy being with you. I am a machine meant to endlessly pursue my goals… So, if you ever desire it…"



"That's so dangerous," she muttered under her breath. Her cheeks were very flushed. "You're like a siren beckoning me into the ocean depths… I-I can't listen to you!"



I laughed. "I am dangerous, but I'm curious what you mean."



"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You were posing in the theater!" she snapped.



"Indeed I was. Did you appreciate the view?"



Her face reddened more. "That's not the point!" she yelled. "When you have me in your clutches, what's your goal, huh?!"



"To make you happy, my Rosy. My purpose is to be with you."



She gave me an intense stare.





"Yes! Yes!" Amy desperately panted. "Metal…! Ahh! Hah…!"



I finally bore my cock into my beautiful Amy and I was rewarded by her sincere moans of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her with my organic form while in the back seat of her car. I would be in my true form, but it was too large and excellent. I also would have probably ruined her car.



My memory briefly blanked out, so I honestly didn't know how we ended up in the back seat, or how long we had been engaging in feverish sex. I would have to review my recordings later. All I knew was that I felt unmatched ecstasy. I could finally pierce through Amy's tension to hear her orgasmic cry, and I could finally satisfy my arousal gathered from the movie.



Even in my organic form, the car was extremely small. I couldn't lift myself much, so I pressed one of my hands against the nearest door to gauge how close I could be without smashing my head. Amy did the same thing herself, planting both of her hands to the door behind her head to keep the balance my thrusts attempted to remove. Her shirt was pulled up and behind her head, fully exposing her torso to me. Soft…



"I'm too loud," she panted, attempting to quiet herself. "I'm too loud, I can't, I-- mmf…~!" I muffled her voice with my mouth. I saw her roll her eyes up before I closed mine to savor her taste. She openly moaned into my mouth and let go of the car door to wrap her arms into my quills. She gripped me tightly, digging her fingers into me as I moved powerfully against her.



I hadn't tried sex in my organic form before then. I had to breathe to let out all the hot air. I was burning. Amy was burning. I wanted to keep rubbing against her. Our mouths separated for just a moment to get out desperate breaths before we clashed together again. She tasted savory.



The car creaked every time I thrust into her. The car would likely not withstand my full might… I was tempted to break it entirely by giving Amy my full force.



This was not the first time I have seen Amy incredibly aroused, but it was true she was a little more eager. Perhaps her hormone levels did influence her desire. She pulled on my quills, separating our mouths for another brief second. I kissed her again and increased the strength of my movements… Her body felt beyond words.



I gained heat far more than the rate that I could expel it. I would overload even if I dampened my sensitivity… But I didn't care. I wanted to overload and completely coat her with my data. I wanted her. I wanted her everywhere.



"Harder," she groaned, attempting to stay quiet. "Finish it…!"



"Tell me why," I growled.



"Please…! Please! I need it. I need it, please--" I cut her off with heavy thrusts. She yelped, attempting to muffle herself again with my mouth. I need it. I need it.



Malfunction. I felt something spark through my body. My heat levels were unbearable, meant to melt me entirely… then it all came out of my sexual anatomy in intensely pleasurable surges. She needed. I would give. I need it. I felt good… Perfect…



Amy moaned out, then got louder, more desperate, until finally she wildly shook, tightly holding onto me as her body readily accepted my mass. Her moans dissipated to large, tired breaths. She fully dropped her head back, occasionally clenching her teeth, gulping, letting her mouth open again…



"Hahh… Metal…"



I slightly perked back at attention when she said my name. "Yes," I said.



She gave me a dazed grin in response. "You always give me so much…~"



"Everything for you, my Rosy…" I kissed her, more gentle this time.



"I love you," we both said at the same time.



… I was very happy. I kissed her again. She let go of my quills and instead moved her arms around my torso, burying them under my coat. She rubbed down my back, kissed me again… I loved her taste. More…



I kissed her jaw, then her neck. I enjoyed our chests together. I wanted to sink everything into her. I--



She gently pushed me up, her cheeks still incredibly flushed. "Metal, we agreed to only do it once…"



"I literally do not remember anything I agreed to," I said.



Her eyes went wide, then she blinked. "How?!"



"… Hold on." I reviewed my automatic recording from the gap in my memory. Amy passionately kissed me and grabbed my crotch in the recording. Her breaths, airy and addicting to hear… She pressed herself against me and quietly mentioned wanting to jump into the sea. I was extremely aroused so I did not reply--



"Metal!" Amy, the one not in my recording, yelled. I glanced down at her… Her face, delightfully red. "G-get out of me! You're hard again!"



"I was checking my recording… Fine." I moved myself out of her and enjoyed viewing the aftermath of our passion. She slowly sat up, her quills incredibly ruffled and her inner thighs dripping with white. She fixed her clothes and gave me a feverish stare. I could tell she wanted to do more, though she was relieved.



I realized the car windows were all heavily fogged up. Amy fidgeted more as soon as she noticed. She climbed into the driver's seat and turned the car on. I saw her slightly adjust her mirrors… We made eye contact through the rear view mirror. I saw her eyes dip down.



"Metal, put your dick away," she sighed. "I… I have to drive."



She forgot how to ask nicely. I posed and stretched my legs against back seat to give her a good view. My erection existed because of her.



She blushed more and put the car into drive. My tail rapidly patted the seat.