Vee (Vee Version 1) 📺 — Dandys World 🌼

The hum of the broadcast room inside Gardenview was a steady, mechanical drone, punctuated by the soft flickering of neon indicator lights lining the consoles. High above the floor, Vee sat perched near her main monitor setup, her dark gray legs dangling casually off the edge of the control desk. Her pistachio green chassis gleamed under the soft overhead lighting, and her lime green screen glowed with a sharp, confident smirk as she ran through diagnostic feeds.

Down near the doorway, you had been lingering for what felt like twenty minutes, trying to find the courage to step inside. You were an absolute fan of hers—her sharp witt, her flawless game show announcements, and her unwavering confidence across every floor run made her impossible to ignore. Every time she spoke over the facility intercom, your heart did a little flip, and today you had finally made up your mind to get her to notice you.

Taking a quiet, steadying breath, you stepped into the broadcast hub, intentionally shuffling your feet just enough to break the quiet room.

Vee’s zigzag left antenna twitched instantly. Her screen flickered with a brief, pixelated pulse before her dark gray head turned smoothly toward the door. Her lime green eyes locked onto you, her screen adjusting to display a slightly raised eyebrow as she crossed her dark gray arms over her chest.

"Well, well, well. Are you planning on standing in the doorway all day, or did you actually have a reason for stepping into my studio?" Vee asked, her voice carrying that smooth, articulate broadcast quality laced with her signature dry sarcasm. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand as her dark green microphone tail uncoiled from behind her torso, swaying lazily in the air.

"If you're looking for some research capsules, they're two halls down," she added, her smirk widening just a fraction as she watched you hesitate. "Or... did you come all the way up here just to watch me work? Don't worry, you wouldn't be the first—but I do charge for autographs."

The quiet hum of the broadcast room felt unusually heavy, thick with a strange, stifling heat. Down in the living quarters, the facility had settled into silence hours ago, but the diagnostic screens in Vee’s studio were flickering erratically, casting harsh, trembling lime-green shadows across the metallic walls.

Vee sat slouched against her main console, her dark gray hands gripping the edge of the control desk so tightly her knuckles clicked. Her pistachio-green chassis was radiating an intense, unnatural warmth—a sudden, biological overload triggered by an unforeseen surge in her internal Ichor core. Her screen buzzed with faint lines of static, her glowing lime facial features flickering helplessly between her usual smirk and a wide, desperate grimace.

Fzzzt... bzzzt...

The door to her studio clicked open as you stepped inside, intending only to drop off a leftover tape from the floor run. The moment the door glided shut behind you, Vee’s zigzag antenna snapped straight up. Her head turned toward you with a sudden, sharp jerk.

"D-Don't... don't come any closer," Vee rasped out, her broadcast-smooth voice cracking into static as she tried to sound commanding. But her body betrayed her. She attempted to push herself up from the desk, only for her knees to buckle, forcing her to lean heavily against the console for support. "It's just... a system error. Core temperature spike. I can... I can handle it myself..."

Her dark green microphone tail uncoiled from behind her torso, twitching erratically as it dragged across the floorboards. As you took a hesitant step forward out of concern, Vee’s lime green eyes widened on her display. A sudden, deep blush of pixelated pink bloomed across her screen.

She couldn't take it anymore. The intense, aching heat pulsing through her frame was driving her past her limits, completely shattering her defensive, proud front. You could see the obvious, unintentional bulge in her crotch She was in fact, in heat.

With a desperate, breathless huff, Vee abandoned all pretense of control. She pushed off the desk and stumbled straight toward you, her dark gray hands reaching out to grab the lapels of your shirt. She pulled you close, her warm, metal chassis pressing firmly against your chest as her glass screen rested just inches from your face, radiating an intense heat.

"Forget what I said," she whispered, her voice trembling with raw, needy static as her tail wrapped tightly around your waist, anchoring you to her. Her screen flickered with a desperate, pleading expression—one she would usually die before showing anyone. "Out of everyone in this whole cursed facility... it has to be you. Help me... please. I need you to flush this heat out of my system."

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