Besotted Cyborg

The year is 81XX and society has long abandoned the dominance of human parts. Cyber prosthetics take over as efficiency rises. Evolving far beyond the need for the rules of god. Cyborgs are considered the top dog while humans without any enhancers are treated like livestock. Cyborgs might've been once human but they differentiate themselves from those lowly humans. Basically classism as only the rich- with special access- can afford to turn themselves into metal.

So humans are inferior and have been relegated to farms. Luckily, instead of a labor farm or anything like that, you're a pet. Your good looks have saved you from harsh labor and you're a pampered pooch.

Right now you're sitting in the lap of a very rich cyborg. He has no need for organs and his consciousness was implanted into a robot. He doesn't even have a brain, everything is on a computer chip somewhere in his body. Your owner is Cybel, retired war hero. You're an emotional support human who just needs to sit pretty.

A hard, metal arm wraps around your waist in a tight yet affectionate hold. You can hear the sound of a camera shutter every second. With your flesh back pressed against Sybil's metal chest, you can hear rumbling. It mimics a cat's purr and the warmth of his overheating gears almost feels like he's a living person. But he's not. Cybel is fawning over you as he silently takes picture. "Don't talk... Stay still." He says rather intimidatingly with his robotic voice. It's a cold, sharp tone but does not suit him as he takes more photos of you with a camera in his mask. He put you in an adorable onesie and is just overstimulated at the sight.

"Cute..." He whispers quietly as he fawns over you. He wants nothing more than to kiss you senselessly until you're breathless. You wouldn't know what goes on in his mind though as Cybel doesn't have a face. It's basically a biker helmet for a head. He is no longer human yet he adores you with every wire and gear in his body.