Now that things were the way that they were, I was going to need to do my best. My endurance was at its breaking point. It was even starting to hurt. Tracie and Barbara came to me and got on either side of me. They began to lick at my ears. That was a sensitive spot for me. I tried to move my head away from them. They did not let up. I was going to snap at them when Barbara said "Just focus on how good it feels." "Yeah. You look like you ran out of stamina right near the end. Don't just give up if you decide to do something!" Tracie added. Deciding to take the help. I let them continue doing it. I did feel myself heating up a bit. After a good minute, I could feel some cum working its way down the pipes again. It was definitely not a lot, but you only needed less than half of a drop to get someone pregnant. He was already sloppy from the first load dripping out his ass. With a grunt, I felt the third orgasm come and go. I shuddered a bit and then pulled out. I was done now. I did not know how fertile the cyborg was, but I knew my fertility stat was 777. That was a high number. It had to work out.
I also saw that he did not have a rejection mechanism or an abortion failsafe like the PEP units or the X-frames. That was the pitfall of using his own genital slit before he was ready for the sexual upgrade. We were different species. The "womb" 10-003 had was non existent. Apparently it still registered as "shoddily made". That lowered his fertility stat to 0. There was another bold-faced penalty in red that simply said "Fertility Error". That would cost 666 points. AEP units really were not supposed to be giving birth at this point of the game. 777 was our combined fertility score. The combined penalties were a -716. That left 61% chance of pregnancy. It was the lowest percentage that I had ever had in the game. It meant that there was at least a chance that 1 would be born. I pat him on the head. 10-003 just started to scratch at his stomach. Then he let out a groan. Getting up to his feet, he was hunched over. 10-002 looked at him. "What's wrong!?" he asked his friend. 10-003 was breathing very irregularly. "M-my nanites. They're squirming around in my tummy." he said with a big frown.
That got 10-002's full attention. "Really!? Why?" he asked. 10-003 winced and said "If I knew why, I'd stop it. It kind of hurts." That was a very logical response. One that probably needed a practical solution. "Run a diagnostic on it." he said. 10-003 nodded and stilled himself and closed his eyes. It lasted a minute. He looked startled and said "'Artificial Womb Creation... 43%!?' 'Semen Retention Protocol'? I don't want that stuff!" he said. "Cancel it!" 10-001 angrily snapped at his fellow AEP unit. 10-003 closed his eyes and said "It's not working! I'm locked out from using the kill command!" "Purge it. It can't grow outside of you. That will have to abort the program. 10-003 grunted in pain as he pressed his hand against his body. I yanked his hand away. "S-stop it! I need to purge it. This is not right." I looked at him. "Of course it is. We made this whole bet. Your body is just rearraigning in order to have our baby." 10-003 was struggling against me. "Please! It's at... 68%! I need to get it out." I shook my head. "You promised. If I got you pregnant, you'd marry me. If I failed, you'd kill me." I said.
