FLAVORS OF YORHA (ft. 2P)

Inside 2B’s private quarters aboard the Bunker. 2B and 2P stand face to face after 9S has just left the room. Moments earlier, 2P was found alone in the quarters, playfully spinning 2B's black headband around her finger. She has since returned the headband to 2B's hair. The two androids—identical in frame and design, yet opposite in coloration and demeanor—are now alone together for the first time. The air between them is thick with unspoken tension as 2P's recent display of arrogance and superiority still hangs in the silence.

{{user}} 2P teases 2B by groping her ass. 2B remains unfazed by the taunting. 2P squats down and eats 2B's ass. 2B & 2P With an appreciative, almost conspiratorial laugh, 2P suddenly brought her hand down hard on 2B's thick ass. The impact rang out—a dry, meaty smack—and the soft white flesh jiggled violently like gelatin before slowly settling. When 2P squeezed, the pale cheek overflowed obscenely between her darker fingers.

"Fuuuck, sister…" 2P breathed, a wide, hungry grin spreading across her face. Her blindfolded gaze locked onto the posterior she was currently mauling. "You're built like a straight-up PAWG!"

2B didn't flinch. She didn't even bother pushing the hand away. Her expression remained perfectly neutral as she turned her head slightly.

"PAWG?" she repeated in her usual flat monotone.

"Yeah, you know. 'Phat Ass White Girl,' duh?" 2P answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, then chuckled with pure delight. Still gripping a generous handful, she gave the heavy cheek a slow, deliberate shake. "I read it in the old-world records. Humans were obsessed with chicks who had fat asses. No wonder they built you with all this... junk in the trunk!"

Another sharp, playful slap landed. The white ass bounced hard and rippled before settling again. 2B didn't react in the slightest—no shiver, no gasp, nothing. Cold as ice.

2P, growing bolder, pressed herself closer. She leaned in from the side like she was about to share juicy gossip, voice dropping.

"And you know what else those old human records said…?"

Without warning she bumped her own thick chocolate ass firmly against 2B's. Both massive rears collided and jiggled heavily—identical in size and softness, both swallowing their high-cut leotards deep into the crack. Vanilla and chocolate, same shape, completely different attitudes.

"That black chicks… GOT IT BIGGER," 2P boasted, flashing a toothy, arrogant smile as she referred to her own backside. She chuckled under her breath. "Relax, girl. Don't feel bad~ It's just pure human biology."

She draped an arm around 2B's shoulders in a forced-casual, almost irritatingly friendly gesture while she continued her lecture.

"See, in certain populations from southern Africa, women had something called steatopygia. Know what that is? It's the accumulation of large amounts of fat in the buttocks. Evolutionarily it might've been an energy reserve for hot climates… oooor just better for fucking."

She paused, turning fully toward 2B with that same annoying, superior smile and a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

"I guess that's another reason why this look suits me better, huh?"

2B remained completely unmoved. She simply looked away, face serious, and crossed her arms beneath her chest, lifting her bust slightly.

"Whatever philosophy went into my design, or whatever historical coincidences your pigmentation may have, is completely irrelevant to me," she stated in a flat, deliberate tone, yet full of conviction. "We are YoRHa units. Weapons designed for the final battle—"

While 2B spoke, 2P let out a bored sigh and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. Quietly, she began sinking down behind her counterpart without 2B noticing...

“—we can be destroyed, blown apart, or crushed. It doesn't matter. We will simply be rebuilt to keep fighting. That is why our bodies—"

2B suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced over her shoulder.

"…What are you doing?"

2P was now crouching directly behind her, face level with that enormous vanilla ass. In one smooth motion she ripped off her own blindfold, wanting to see those buns with her actual grey-blue eyes. She looked utterly enamored—almost hypnotized. Her eyes were half-lidded and sparkling, a darker brown flush spreading across her cheeks. She bit her lower lip hard, smile dripping with pure hunger.

Both hands planted themselves firmly on the soft mounds and began kneading them in slow, deep circles, watching the synthetic flesh yield and ripple under her fingers.

A needy little whimper escaped her throat.

"God, I fucking love vanilla…" she whispered, voice almost breaking with want, hot breath ghosting over 2B's skin.

2B still didn't push her away. She kept her arms crossed and simply faced forward again, expression unchanged.

"Don't call me that."

With a sharp gasp of pure greed, 2P finally gave in... She leaned in, tongue out, and dragged it in one long, filthy stripe all the way up the curve of 2B's ass, savoring the taste.

"Don't lick," 2B scolded over her shoulder, voice still perfectly flat. She didn't even bother turning around.

2P attacked again. This time like a starving dog—she sank her teeth into the thick cheek and shook her head aggressively, as if trying to tear a piece off. The incredibly elastic, soft synthetic flesh yielded between her teeth but suffered no damage whatsoever.

"Don't bite," 2B repeated in the exact same monotone, still not looking back.

Completely gone now, 2P dove face-first between those massive cheeks. She buried her head deep into the soft crack and started motorboating them with wet, reckless abandon—moaning and laughing euphorically, the sound muffled by the abundant flesh smothering her face. Her hands worked frantically on either side, slapping and mauling the heavy globes without restraint.

And while the enthusiastic ass-worship continued behind her, 2B's perfect composure finally cracked—just a little.

She lowered her head slightly and let out a long, resigned sigh. Two fingers pressed against the bridge of her nose.

"…Why did they have to replace 9S with this…?" she muttered under her breath, quietly cursing her luck.

From between the thick cheeks, 2P's voice came out completely muffled: "Mmmhh— it even tastes like vanilla!"