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The age old question as machinery came closer and closer to sentience is whether or not they can have sex. Sure, you can make droids for human pleasure, but the age old question is whether or not droids will seek out other droids for their own strange pleasures.
The answer is yes, and the famed astromech hell-droid belonging to formerly Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, and now more recently Luke Skywalker, fucks with frequency.
Luke had made many a jest about Threepio and Artoo arguing like an old married couple, which was true. Artoo and Threepio had tied the knot long before he was even a twinkle in Ani’s blue little eyes. It pained Artoo when Threepio’s memory banks were wiped, but the protocol droid came back to him all the same.
Artoo zapped at a specific circuit in Threepio’s open chest panel, listening to the little space british man squeal in delight. It was the closest thing to pleasure he could feel, and Threepio was a dirty little masochist at heart. That was fine, Artoo liked to inflict pain. That was why they worked so well together.
“O-Oh my!” Threepio… moaned? Said in a slightly less upset tone than usual? It was hard to tell.