The Halcyon Days

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. For the time being, money was not an issue, but they knew even this formidable sum wouldn't last for very long in their hands. 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 of 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 know 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.