MidReal Story
Metallic Misadventures: Luna's Arrested Night Out
Scenario: 20 year old cyborg woman named Luna with robotic booty is arrested for indecent exposure related to her robotic booty and drinking She really needs to pee during as she’s being arrested
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I’m the cyborg with the robotic booty.
And I’m getting arrested for indecent exposure and public intoxication.
I should’ve known better than to go out tonight.
I was already in a bad mood, and I didn’t feel like dealing with people.
But my best friend, Marcus, insisted that I go out with him and our friends, so I did.
And now I’m getting arrested.
I can’t help but laugh at the situation as the officer slaps the handcuffs on me.
“Is this really necessary?”
I ask him as he pulls my arms behind my back.
“You’re not going to run away, are you?”
He gives me a stern look but doesn’t say anything as he finishes cuffing me.
I roll my eyes at him and glance over at Marcus, who’s standing next to me with his hands up in the air.
He looks pissed, but there’s nothing he can do about it.
The officer is just doing his job, and he has to arrest me because I broke the law.
The officer is a big guy, even for a human, and he towers over me as he takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest.
He has a deep voice that matches his size, but there’s no malice in it as he says, “You’re under arrest.”
“Are you sure about that?”
I ask him with a grin.
I’m not the easiest person to arrest, even when I’m not in a good mood, and I can’t help but make a joke as I stand in front of him with my hands cuffed behind my back.
“I might be a cyborg, but I think these handcuffs are going to be a problem.”
He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything, so I take that as my cue to shut up and let him do his job.
I’m in enough trouble as it is, and I don’t want to make it worse by mouthing off to the officer who’s arresting me, even if I think the whole thing is ridiculous.
I should’ve known better than to go out tonight.
It was never a good idea to begin with, especially since I was already in a bad mood.
But I agreed to go out anyway because Marcus asked me to.
He’s my best friend, and I owe him for all the times he’s been there for me over the years.
So I went out with him and our friends, expecting it to be a fun night of drinking and partying to take my mind off of everything that’s been going on lately.
But somehow, things got out of hand, and now here I am in handcuffs, getting arrested for indecent exposure and public intoxication.
I shake my head at the ridiculousness of it all and let out a laugh as the officer turns to leave.
“Where are you taking me?”
I ask him, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
But he doesn’t buy it for a second.
He gives me a stern look and says, “You’re coming with me.”
“I don’t know about that,” I tell him with a grin.
“I don’t think I can go anywhere without my legs.”
I nod toward the two robotic enhancements that make up my lower legs, as well as the reason that the officer is arresting me in the first place.
It was the biggest reason I didn’t want to go out tonight, but Marcus wouldn’t take no for an answer.
And now, it’s gotten me into trouble.
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?”
I ask the man, even though I already know the answer.
“You were showing off your enhancements in public again,” he says, sounding annoyed.
“And you were drunk.”
“Not drunk,” I correct him.
“I was definitely buzzed, but I wasn’t drunk.”
“That’s not what the breathalyzer said,” he tells me as he leads me across the street toward the waiting police car.
“You blew a point one four.
That’s almost twice the legal limit for intoxication.”
“Well, sue me,” I say with a laugh.
I’d be lying if I said this whole thing wasn’t hilarious in its own way.
I mean, how often do you hear about a cyborg getting arrested for being too drunk?
I had to pee.
That was all it was, really.
I had to pee, so I went behind a dumpster to do my business.
And in the process, my robotic enhancements were exposed for the entire world to see.
Whoop-de-doo, right?
It’s not like it was the first time it’s happened, and it probably won’t be the last.
But for some reason, that’s enough for someone to call the cops on me and get me arrested for it.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
But still, it seems a little unfair to me.
After all, it’s not like anyone was complaining about it until some busybody decided to make it their business.
And let’s be real, here—people love to see my robotic booty in all its glory.
It happens all the time, and most of the time, people go out of their way to get a better look at it.
But for some reason, that was enough to get me arrested tonight.
As Officer John puts me in the back of his squad car, I can’t help but scowl at him.
“Do you have to use the handcuffs?”
I ask him, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
It doesn’t work, though, and he gives me another stern look before he closes the door behind me and walks around to the driver’s side of the car.
“It’s procedure,” he says as he gets behind the wheel.
“It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done—you’re getting cuffed when you’re in the back of my car.”
“My enhancements say differently,” I tell him with a smirk as I hold up my hands to show him the metal cuffs around my wrists.
“I might be a cyborg, but these things are like kryptonite for people like me.”
“Good thing I’m not made of kryptonite, then,” he says as he turns on the engine and pulls away from the curb.
I roll my eyes at his response and settle back into my seat as he drives us to the police station.
Marcus is riding in the front seat with him, and he looks pissed as hell.
He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, and he’s not saying anything to either of us.
I know he’s mad, but there’s not much he can do about it at this point.
He knows that as well as I do, which is why he hasn’t said anything to defend me.
It doesn’t stop me from being angry, though.
I’m a little buzzed, sure, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to be pissed off about the situation.
I should’ve known better than to go out tonight, and I should’ve listened to my gut when it told me not to go.
But I didn’t, and now I’m getting arrested for it.
I can’t help but scowl at the officer as he continues to drive us to the police station.
I don’t like being in the back of a police car, even if I know I’m not going to be here for long.
It still feels like I’m being locked up, and I don’t like the feeling of being trapped.
I know the officer is just doing his job, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it, either.
“Are the handcuffs really necessary?”
I don’t see the point in them, but if that’s what they want to do, then I guess there’s not much I can do about it.
“It’s procedure,” the officer repeats.
“Even cyborgs need to have their hands cuffed in the back of a squad car.
It’s the law.”
“You’re really following the letter of the law tonight, aren’t you?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.
The handcuffs are bad enough as they are, but I really don’t want to know what else he has to do to me before the night is over.
I don’t know what the protocol is for arresting a cyborg, but there’s no way the pat-down is going to be any fun.
It’s bad enough being frisked by some random dude at airport security; having an officer of the law put his hands all over me is another matter entirely.
We pull up to the police station a few minutes later, and the officer parks the car and gets out before he opens the back door.
“Okay,” he says as Marcus gets out of the car.
“Come with me, please.”
I follow him into the police station and down a long hallway until we reach a private room.
He closes the door behind me and gestures for me to take a seat at the table in the middle of the room.
“Place your hands on the table,” he tells me as he stands on the other side of it with his arms crossed over his chest.
“It’s time for us to have a little talk.”
I roll my eyes as I hold up my hands so he can unlock my cuffs.
As he does so, I can’t help but wonder how many times he’s had to do this with other people.
How many other women has he arrested for showing off their robotic enhancements?
Or is it just me that gets him so worked up?
I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just me; I’ve always had that effect on men.
They can’t help but stare at me when they see what I’m hiding beneath my clothes, and I guess some of them just can’t resist taking things further than they should go.
The officer certainly seems to be enjoying himself as he stands on the other side of the table and stares at me with that same stern expression as before, but I don’t think that’s all there is to it.
He keeps giving me these long, lingering looks as if he’s trying to figure me out, and I don’t know what it means.
The whole thing makes me uncomfortable, and I shift in my seat as I wait for him to get it over with.
It doesn’t help that there are a few other guys standing around outside the room and watching us through the window at the front of the door.
They’re not even pretending not to look away, either; they’re staring straight at us and don’t even try to look away when I meet their gazes.
I don’t know what they’re thinking or why they keep looking at me like that; it’s not like I did anything wrong.
I just went out with my friends like I always do, and then this happened.
It’s not my fault they’re so worked up about it, and it’s not like I’m trying to get their attention or anything like that.
I’m just sitting here, waiting for the officer to finish his job and let me go home again.
It’s not like I want them looking at me like that; I’d much rather they just give me some space and leave me alone.
