k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Extant

You look down at the crumpled piece of paper in your hands one more time, the address scrawled across it barely legible. The scrap of information hastily given to you as you were decommissioned, done out of a guide-lined necessity over any ounce of compassion. You didn’t think anything of it during your departure but here you are, desperate. The door in front of you has however, stopped you in your tracks. A small barrier causing you to rethink this entire decision. On the one hand they might be able to help things like you, maybe they’ll know what you are now, what you need to do. On the other, what if they can’t, what if it doesn't get better than this...You try to push the thought from your mind as you will yourself forward, through the doorway, and into the unknown.

On the other side you slam into a wall of incomprehensible noise, the sound of dozens of conversations all happening at once around the room. The unfiltered cacophony painful in your ears. You desperately wish it was still being filtered by dozens of layers of sensors and electronic defence systems. Looking around the room does nothing to ease your feelings, groups of people sit scattered at several old looking tables, some playing what seems to be a type of card game, others just chatting and laughing between each other. The entire environment is completely foreign to you. You’ve never been in a room with this many people in it, unless you count the engineers in your hanger, but you were hardly ever separated from the isolation of your cockpit long enough to notice.

“Hey, are you new?” A cheery voice cuts through your thoughts and your eyes focus on the small framed girl in front of you.

“Uh…” Panic catches in your throat at suddenly being perceived and your mind empties of all rational responses.

“Wanna come with me? I’ll introduce you to some of us!” Her voice full of confidence as she turns and starts heading towards a small table to the side of the room, her face beaming back at you as she goes.

Looking around awkwardly you manage to push yourself into moving after her. Anxiety sitting like a stone in your stomach as you approach a table of compete strangers. The idle chatter of the table starts to die down as you catch up to the smaller girl.

“Hey guys, made a new friend! Be nice.” She stares with mock intensity at the group before giggling and sliding into one of the free seats around the table, the metal screeching against the floor as she gestures for you to do the same.

“H-hi” You manage to squeak out while you pull out the free chair and cautiously take a seat.

They all smile and offer gentle welcomes, you try your best to respond pleasantly but you haven't had this much social interaction since you were a child, before you were recruited.

“How’d you hear about this place?” You hear one of them ask.

“Oh um...they said there would be people like me here that could... help...”

They all nod and smile once again and the conversation continues on without you, occasionally flowing towards you as you offer a nod or a one word answer. All you can think about is how exposed you feel, surrounded by so many people with no armour or weapons. A constant stream of system data replaced by the overwhelming onslaught of social cues and irrelevant conversations.

“Oh hey!” one of them directs towards you, “What kinda rig did you have?”

You tilt your head in confusion, her question asked so excitedly you feel stupid for having not idea what it could mean. It must be clearly written across your face because she starts to clarify.

“Ya know like, us four here all ran pretty standard type seven movers but I know a few of the others got to fuck around with those fancy ship shunters they have at the space ports...” She finishes and they all turn to you expectantly.

“Oh right uh…well all combat mechs are custom built to the pilot, I think I heard the techs call her a Crimson class once though.” Your voice comes out weak, part of your brain desperately searching for details you know you don't have. You didn't need to know such things so they never told you, and for all you cared she was made of you, and you of her, nothing else mattered.

You look up, shaking the memories away only to be met with wide eyed stares from everyone at the table. “Y-you were a combat pilot?” one of them states more than asks. You nod cautiously, sensing the sudden mood shift around the table.

“Like with the neural ports and everything?” another one asks, curiosity mixed with another emotion you are unable to read plastered across each of their faces.

Instinctively you reach to the back of your neck, the circular holes in your flight suit leaving the cold metal open to your touch. The suit does its best to hide them from a casual glance at least.

“I thought it was too dangerous to let you guys out in public?” One of the girls mutters. “My friend told me combat pilots were all comatose.” Says another, more to herself then to you.

The one that had invited you to the table grabs them both aggressively by the arm and says something under her breath but you don’t hear it. You can feel yourself shutting down rapidly, social functions failing as you spiral. The looks on their faces burning into your memory. It was stupid to think they’d be any different, that they’d be able to help, to know what to do now. Instead they look at you the same way everyone does.

You excuse yourself from the table, voice catching in your throat as you stumble on the legs of your chair. None of the girls make any attempt to stop you past a few vague half-hearted protests. Quickly you make your way towards the exit, trying desperately not to crash into anyone in your haste. Bursting through the door the cold night air quickly fills your lungs, you can’t help but gasp for more. Everything is too much, your skin is too exposed, lacking the critical armour to protect you from the world. Without even thinking you turn the corner into the alley beside the building in search of a safe haven. You stumble past the dumpster before collapsing down, dragging your knees into your chest with your back wedged into the dirty corner formed by the brick wall and the cold metal of the dumpster. You try your best to wrap yourself up into your arms and legs, craving the safety of a cockpit. You can’t keep living like this, constantly shifting between too numb to experience the world and too stimulated to control yourself. What’s the point? Why did they even let you go out into the world like this.? How could they separate you from what you’d become? You feel like your entire system has been burnt out over and over again and the only thing that could hold you together is sitting in a hanger somewhere, waiting to be scrapped for parts so they can start again with some other child. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. Why couldn't they just let you keep her somehow? You can’t keep it down anymore and sobs rack through your body as you curl yourself tighter, hoping you would just disappear.

“You miss her huh?” A gentle voice cuts through your sobbing.

You freeze and dart your eyes up. Sitting across from you, her knees also pulled to her chest, you find the source of the voice. A woman with her hands clasped around her legs. The moon only illuminates the very edges of her person, making it hard to see many details beyond the gentle smile on her face. You’re sure you’ve never met this woman before, yet something about her seems oddly familiar. She tilts her head inquisitively and you realise she asked you a question.

“W-what?” you manage to stutter out while trying to wipe the tears off your face.

Her smile deepens and she leans further forward, “Your mech? You’re missing her right?”

“Wh- How did you…huh?” is all you can manage to get out in her direction before she giggles, her hand covering her mouth as she does.

Wordlessly she turns her head to the side and pulls her hair up and away revealing her neck. Sparkling in the moonlight you can clearly see the several data ports running down her neck and below her jacket. They look remarkably similar to the ones you have, although a few generations older. Your eyes grow wide as you instinctively reach up to touch your own in response. She lets her hair cascade back down to cover them and wraps her arms around her knees to once again mimic your posture. Seemingly satisfied in having quelled your confusion.

“How long have you been out?” her voice soft and gentle, a harsh contrast to the dark, damp alley surrounding the both of you.

“Oh uh…about a week I think, it all kinda blurs together” your voice a little stronger this time, the presence of someone like you a welcome distraction.

“Oh shit wow!” she blurts out before quickly covering her mouth. “Sorry it’s just, wow yea I figured you were freshly out but wow... one week? I’m so sorry.”

You try to smile back at her but you can’t stop the tears from building up, your vision quickly blurring. You don’t know what to feel, one week has already been a living hell but sitting right in front of you is proof that someone has survived much longer. Are you just uniquely useless or is she just stronger than you?

“It took my sister and I a long long time to get on our feet…” She stares off past you for a moment before continuing, “She was always a much better pilot than I was, which of course meant her body broke down way before mine did. So many nights spent just holding each other, wondering how to even exist anymore.”

Her voice wraps itself around you and gives you something to focus on, her words feel like a blanket around you. It’s almost enough to convince you that at this moment, nothing is wrong. How could she speak so calmly and confidently about something so horrible if everything isn’t going to turn out ok? Maybe you can let yourself think that, just for this moment.

“We even have our own place now!” She exclaims with a jolt of joy you weren't expecting, forcing you away from your thoughts. “Speaking of which, wanna crash at ours? It’s not far from here and I’m sure a warm apartment beats that shitty pilots shelter.” Her smile still unwavering.

“Oh no I couldn't possibly impose like that, and plus the shelter isn't all bad. We have bread this week!” You nervously chuckle, breaking eye contact with her and pulling yourself further into your protective ball.

She stands up with a grunt and takes a step closer to you, hand outstretched. “Sweetie that shelter is fucking awful and you wouldn't be imposing one bit. If anything, knowing a pretty pilot is all alone when she could have been warm and safe with us would be far far worse.”

You look up at her, a deep blush growing on your face at her words. “No point in arguing with someone that has clearly made up their mind!” you rationalise before grabbing her hand as she pulls you up off the dirty floor. Her arm immediately links into yours and she pulls you forwards out onto the sidewalk with her, the contact not helping the blush still visible on your face.

“Name’s Artemis by the way.”

You nod and whisper back to her, “I uh, don't have one yet…”

She smiles “I know sweetie, don’t worry you’ll get there.”

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A short walk later you find yourself standing in front of a door for the second time in a few hours. Artemis fumbles through a key chain trying to find the right one to give her access to the apartment and quietly cursing under her breath. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, hoping that going through this door goes a lot better than the last one.

“Ah there we go!” Artemis finally finds the right key as the door clicks open and she gestures for you to head inside.

You shuffle your way through the door and into the dimly lit room. Looking around the sparse area in front of you is comforting. A small living room with a couch against the far wall and a small table covered in various bowls and glasses greets you. The low warm lights a welcome change from the bright florescents of the last room you entered tonight.

“Home!” The woman behind you yells out into the apartment.

“Yay!” an excited voice calls back from what you assume is the bedroom.

Turning towards the noise in time you see a short woman come skipping through the doorway. Her long blonde hair bouncing everywhere as she collides with Artemis and wraps her into a deep hug.

“Missed you so much Arty.” She mumbles into Artemis’s chest, you blush and look away. The display of sisterly love something entirely foreign to you.

“Missed you too sis, sorry I took so long. Our games went a little long.” Artemis wraps her sister up in her arms, a smirk crossing her face as she makes eye contact with you. “I brought home a stray to make it up to you though.”

You don’t know why but being spoken about like this causes your face to heat up. You almost speak up to protest but the smaller woman beats you to it.

“Oh yea? You win her in a bet or something?” She giggles to herself, Artemis rolls her eyes.

“No you dork, She’s just been decommissioned.” her voice falling on a more gentle tone.

“Oh…”

The smaller woman untangles from the hug and hops over towards you, her oversized sweater bouncing as she does.

“Hi! I’m Chloe, really nice to meet you and...I’m sorry” Her voice is utterly sincere.

You don’t really know what you were expecting. A part of you is screaming to leave while you still can, you just met these people and you’re already in their home, it’s stupid to feel safe just because they’re like you. A larger part of you is just tired, tired and happy to be in a warm building for once. They’re both being so nice to you and you can’t tell if it’s some sort of ploy, all of your training is telling you it’s a trap. That the moment you let your guard down it’s over. You are frozen in between these thoughts, starring down at the floor wishing you could curl up and hide.

“She’s been staying at the shelter so I figured we could give her a warm bed, and maybe you can show her your setup?” Artemis’s gentle voice bounces around the mostly empty room.

“Yea?”

“Mhm, She’s like you.” Artemis smirks, her arms wrapping around Chloe from behind. “Misses her cockpit so much it hurts.”

She plants a kiss on her younger sisters cheek, a strange feeling bubbles up in your stomach and you try your best to look away. Blood rushing to your ears. Their actions feel entirely too intimate for you to be watching. It reminds you of the way some of the other pilots would blow of steam with each other, something you were never allowed to participate in. Instead you had to sit by and try to interpret the lingering looks and acts of affection between squad mates. But these two were sisters, it can’t be like that. You must be misinterpreting again, and it’s not like you really know how siblings are meant to interact anyway.

“C’mon cutie, bedroom’s through here.” Chloe gestures to one of the two doors.

“Oh uh, I’ll be ok on the couch.” You try and argue.

“No no you need a proper bed, we are not letting you sleep on that shitty couch.” She counters back, her tone more serious now.

“Seriously I’ll be fine, anything is better than those shelter beds.” You joke, trying to diffuse the tension you’re suddenly feeling.

“I could make her?” Artemis says casually to the both of you.

“Wah?” Is all you can manage in response.

Her comment catches you off guard, the words setting off some ingrained training deep within you. Adrenaline starting to surge through you as you try and decide between fight or flight. Artemis cracks a smile at you, her posture straightening up as she takes a few steps towards you.

“Attention pilot!” She barks at you.

The words immediately stop you in your tracks. The survival training instantly breaking away, your muscles tense and you stand as tall as you can. You know you don’t have to, only your handler could force you to obey but some part of you wants to listen. You could easily just ignore the command and turn around to leave, you’re pretty sure they wouldn't even stop you if you tried hard enough. But the warm building. The promise of a soft bed. People like you. It’s all too much to resist and so you let yourself fall back on your training. You give up your control and accept that maybe they do just want to help.

“Combat report came back pilot.” Her voice loud enough to command but still holding a gentle tone. “Your neural reactivity is all over the place and your sync is way down. Starting immediately you’re grounded until you get some proper rest.”

“B-but…” you stammer in response.

“This is not a request pilot. You will follow us to our quarters and you will rest until these readings improve, is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” You whisper.

Before anything else can be said Chloe grabs a hold of your arm and begins leading you towards the bedroom. Artemis follows up directly behind you both as you walk through the door. The room itself is tiny, a large bed is squished into one corner barely leaving enough space for the basket of clothes on the floor next to it. Thick curtains cover the tiny window and a string of lights trace around the four walls, a soft purple glow emitting from them. The bed is covered in blankets and plush toys, a small nest of them built up in the corner with an open laptop sitting there.

Chloe begins to move the laptop and clear a space on the bed while Artemis begins to search through the clothes in the basket. Satisfied with her work, Chloe craws back towards your side of the room and wordlessly slips behind you, grabbing the zipper at the back of your flight suit. You reach up in a panic but Artemis takes your hands in hers, a warm smile across her face as she tells you that it’s ok. The sound of the zipper being undone fills the room as your flight suit drops to the floor around you. Before you can really react to the warm air on your skin fabric is pulled over your head. Suddenly you are covered in an old band shirt that is way too big for you. It hangs off your form and extends down to your knees.

Artemis gestures for you to hop on the bed and you follow without complaint, climbing into the puddle of toys and blankets. She climbs in after you, squeezing herself against the wall while Chloe fiddles around under the bed. After a short pause she pops back up with something metal held in her hands.

“Arty said you missed being in a cockpit.” Her voice is gentle as she stares down at the object in her hand. “This really helps me when I’m missing Drifter…Do you trust me?”

You look up at her in the dimly lit room, her expression is tough to read, her eyes starring deep into yours as they look for an answer. You nod. She continues to stare into you for a moment before smiling, her posture relaxing slightly as she does. She crawls forward, kneels down onto the bed, and pulls you up into a sitting position in front of her. Artemis grabs your hair and pulls it off the back of your neck as Chloe reaches around you. You feel the cold touch of metal on your upper back for a brief moment before there is a heavy “click” and you feel your neural ports fill up, causing you to gasp and flinch. For a brief moment expect to be connected to another mind...but nothing happens. Looking up at Chloe in confusion you see her move her hands around to the front of your neck and hear another “click” as more metal clasps around your neck.

Reaching up to investigate you find a collar wrapped around your neck. Confusion evaporates from your body as you recognise the design as an older form of neural spike, the collar designed to keep the ports connected during the intensity of piloting. Later models of both mechs and spikes evolved past the need for such a thing.

“It doesn't connect to anything unfortunately but, it helps me when I’m missing her. I know it isn’t the same as what you would have had but I hope it helps... at least a little.” Chloe speaks almost away from you, her voice shaking slightly.

“It feels…” you take a long moment to concentrate on the feeling, a feeling you’ve been desperately missing. “…It feels really nice”

“Good, then lets both of you get some sleep ok?” Artemis speaks for the first time in a while from behind you.

Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you as Artemis pulls you under the blankets and firmly into a tight cuddle. Chloe fiddles around with a speaker for a brief moment before snuggling up into the front of you. Her hand resting on the back of your head as she gives you a few gentle pats. Muffled sounds begin to play out into the room, gentle and distant. It starts to envelop you, the loud engineering noises of a workshop dampened by the thick armour of a cockpit. The gentle breathing of the two sisters joins the symphony and for the first time in over a week sleep comes easy.

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A shifting disturbs you, movement across from you drawing you to consciousness. You open your eyes and find yourself still in the dimly lit room. Your back pressed tightly into the warm body behind you and your face resting gently against the chest of the girl in front of you. Blood rushed to your face as you become more aware of the situation. You remember falling asleep pressed between the two sisters. You attempt to wriggle slightly but you are only met with the arms around your waist holding you tighter with a sleepy groan.

“Morning pilot.” A gentle whisper comes from above you.

You look up to see Chloe’s face smiling down at you, her hair a mess and her eyelids half open.

“Enjoying the view?” She says with a giggle.

Your face heats up even more in response. You want to hide but the two bodies pressed against you have you trapped, leaving you with one option. You push your face further into her chest in a desperate attempt to hide from her gaze. Her giggles intensify as you do, her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to not wake up her sister.

“Fuck you are adorable.” She whispers between laughter.

You let out a half groan half whimper. It is far too early in the morning to be experiencing such an onslaught. Her arms move to wrap you up further in her embrace, her form enveloping most of you. Her sister sleepily holding the rest of you.

“Chloe…” you mumble into her chest.

“Yea?”

“You and Artemis are close right?” You pull your head from her chest to meet her eyes.

She stares back at you for a moment, considering the question. “Well yea, we spent years with our thoughts in each others brains. Can’t get much closer than that.”

“Right...I-Uh, What is that like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it just seems...I never really- I wasn’t like- I dont know, having a sister to look out for you seems really nice…” You barely manage to choke out the words, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

She doesn't respond for a moment. Her eyes scan up and down your face. You begin to worry you said something wrong, the intense expression scrawled across her face difficult for you to read. After what feels like forever the look breaks and her lips curl into a smile.

“I could show you.” Her voice barely a whisper.

She shuffles closer towards you, a feat you thought would be impossible. Her face close enough to yours you can feel the heat on your cheeks. Her eyes again scanning your face.

“Do you trust me...sis?” Her hot breath brushes against your lips.

Her eyes pierce through you as you let out a shaky breath, your stomach feels like it’s being flipped around a million times. Her body is pressed against yours, the warmth is so inviting. The warmth surrounding you has you feeling as safe as 100 tons of armour used to, it feels like nothing can go wrong. You nod.

She closes the remaining distance between you in an instant. Her lips collide with yours hard, the softest attack you’ve ever felt. Her hand reaches up to cup your face and you feel a strange warmth spreading through your body. You don't know how long it’s been when she finally pulls away, a gentle whine chasing her lips as they leave.

“How was that?” She teases.

Feeling confident for the first time in weeks you close the distance again, clumsily pressing your lips against hers. The warmth of her embrace something you’re beginning to crave. A small moan vibrates against your lips catching you by surprise. Your second ever kiss proving to be even better than the first, even though you have no idea what you’re doing. Movement stirs behind you, the hands wrapped around your stomach grab you tighter as you feel hot breath on your neck.

“Mmmm baby, are you playing with our pilot without me?” Artemis speaks up from behind you, her voice groggy.

You freeze for a moment, unsure how to respond. Pulling back you look towards Chloe, a grin growing across her face as she props herself up on her elbow.

“Oh hi sis. Our little pilot here wanted to know what having a sister was like.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Artemis giggles. “And so you stuck your tongue down her throat huh?”

“Geez sis it’s not like she’s actually related to me.” Chloe's eyes roll as she speaks.

“Not like that would ever stop you, freak.”

Artemis pushes you flat onto the bed, her strong arms holding you down as she leans over and kisses her sister. The two of them making out above you while you’re pinned to the bed, each of them moaning gently into the others mouth. You’re transfixed, starring at the two of them above you as a deep blush grows across you. Your heart pumping faster and faster. Their kiss finally breaks leaving them both out of breath. Both of their attentions now turning towards you.

“Arty, I think our pilot is feeling left out.” Chloe’s says with an exaggerated pout.

“Aw I think you’re right.” Artemis giggles.

They both descend on you, a pair of lips meeting with yours. A much more aggressive kiss than the first few. More lips land at your neck causing you to moan into the tongue currently exploring your mouth. Legs start to straddle your hips, a hand grabbing your hair as your mouth is mapped of every detail. A second body pulls in close to your side, her hands wandering under the baggy shirt you’re still wearing. The warm touch of fingers across your bare skin causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach. A hand starts to dance at the edge of your panties, teasing the fabric. You have no idea whose hand belongs to who and you don’t care. Something deep is bubbling up inside you, a burning desire you can’t help but feed.

“P-please.” You manage to squeak out.

Lips slam back into you preventing you from saying anything else. The hands roaming your body climb up towards your chest, teasing circles being drawn around your tits. Another hand finally dips below the line of your panties and between your thighs. Your hips buck and shake in response, the mass of sensory inputs overwhelming your system. Your hands grip the sheets around you in an attempt to ground yourself, the attacks against you only getting more intense.

“She looks so pretty like this.” A voice reaches your ears, you can’t tell whose.

“Fuck sis we might just have to keep her.”

More words are said but it all becomes just noise to you. Every touch and kiss and bite and pinch just pushes you further away from composure. You buck your hips further into the hand between your legs, begging for more friction. The hands against your chest squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin. A mouth planting rough kisses up your neck and across your jaw. The tongue dancing across your lips still conquering your mouth.

You feel a pressure building across your system. A feeling you’d only get after tearing apart an enemy with your claws. The pressure building as if you’re deploying countermeasures to perfectly counter an attack against you. You body vibrating like you just emptied a mag into an exposed cockpit. Noises you’d only make after tearing apart an entire squadron without a scratch on you. You feel stuck in a feedback look and nothing can save you, you’re burning up without a chance of being saved.

Teeth pierce the skin on your neck and a critical mass is reached. You tense and curl as something fires through you like plasma. Everything that had been building comes crashing down as you groan into the girl above you. A tidal wave of pleasure and agony coiling and crashing down upon you. Your body bucking wildly into the warm bodies holding you down.

Eventually the fire raging through you burns itself down into an ember. You take a breath for what feels like the first time in hours. You finally open your eyes again to see the sisters moving into more comfortable positions. Chloe pulls you towards her chest, her arms and legs wrapping you into a warm embrace. Artemis closes in from your front, closing the trap around you. Their hands gently caressing you as you come down from whatever was just done to you.

You smile and nuzzle your head as deep into the chest in front of you as you can. Tension that had been crushing you all but evaporated now as you feel the two bodies protecting you like armour. A gentle kiss is placed on your forehead and a voice vibrates through you.

“Rest up pilot, you’re safe here.”

You still don’t know what the future holds for you. You don’t know what you are or what you’ll do.

But right here right now, maybe you want to find out.

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[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Kintsugi

A particle beam slices through the air beside you. Your wings curling just out of its destructive path as you dive towards the battlefield, targeting systems locked on to the weapons platform currently reeking havoc on your formation. You just need to close the distance before it can bring its heavy weapons around to your position. The air burning through your jets as wings lock into position. Another particle beam is readied, the air condensing around the weapons platform as it prepares to tear through your chassis, but its too late. Colliding with the colossal steel beast and slamming your blades into its critical systems in the blink of an eye. Its thick but nimble crab like legs buckle and scream under the assault, the hulking mass driven hard into the earth. You adjust flaps and swing limbs fast around its centre, perfectly targeted bursts from your cannons rupturing its core as you push off its form. Your chassis drifting through the air as you slide to a stop in the mud. Your face expressionless as you begin targeting the platform’s escorts, now circling you. Faster than you can fully process you slam forward, ready to tear through the remaining forces closing in on you.

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A click and heavy thunk startles you awake, the soft glow of the TV filling your vision. Training kicks in before you fully process the sudden consciousness, reaching for your sidearm and sliding across the couch to brace yourself. Sitting ready, eyes locked on the door across the room, the grogginess of sleep slowly begins to fade from your brain. You focus on the keys turning in the door, but you slowly begin to make sense of the shadows dancing around your apartment.

Your apartment.

Your eyes falter from their steady focus, the door suddenly not as concerning to you as the outstretched empty hands in front of you. Their form perfectly mimicking the grip of a pistol. Realisation beginning to dawn on you as the door swings open across from you. Fluorescent light floods the tiny living room, forcing you to blink hard, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. Your roommate walks hastily through the door, slamming it hard behind her before slumping back against it and sliding to the floor, her hands dragging across her face in frustration. Your eyes scan her form, quickly noticing the dark purple colour surrounding one of her arms. Confusion turning to shock as the cogs turn in your brain and the robotic nature of her arm becomes obvious.

Roommate.

Memories flash rapidly in your mind as the past few years surge through your head. The last few years of your service and slow destruction of your body. The faster and harder you fought the more and more recovery they tried to make you take, and all the times you ignored them. The heightened bond you had with your mech and the rare receptiveness you had to drifting with a machine, how quickly it tore you apart. The addiction and self destruction eventually grew too much even for the heartless fucks at the heart of the program. They ripped you from your home at the heart of a war machine and forced you into the real world, a world you had never experienced.

The memories quickly become a blur after that. You remember the veterans program they put you in. A way for people to “adopt” a pilot and show them how to live in the world, teach them all the skills they should have learnt in the childhood they never had. Bitterness fills you as the you remember the first few homes they placed you in, the abuse and apathy of those that just wanted a broken pilot to play with.

“Fuck sorry, did I wake you?”

The exhausted voice of your roommate brings you back into the room, her arms now holding her knees tightly to her chest. Her eyes red but dry.

The tension quickly leaves your body and you cant help but smile at her. “Nah you’re good, was just resting my eyes.”

Scooting over you gently tap the couch next to you. “I take it the appointment didn't go well?”

She starts collecting herself off the floor and makes her way towards your spot on the couch with a groan. “Fucking fucked me around for hours before finally telling me the same thing every other place has told me.” her body slumps into the seat beside you, her head nestling into your shoulder. “Oh we cant know for sure blah blah it manifests differently for everyone blah blah no more than three years... Ugh, fucking ass holes.”

You can’t help but giggle at her awful impression of some sort of doctor or scientist. Her anger fades as your giggle fills the room and before long her husky laugh echoes around you as well. You sit in the that position for a while, a comfortable silence falling over the both of you. A thought comes to you in the silence, something you’ve been too scared to ask. The peacefulness of the moment the perfect catalyst.

“Can I...take a look?” You shift awkwardly as the question lingers between you. “Uh I, at your arm, I mean…”

Your roommate bolts up beside you, her bio arm gripping the mechanical defensively. “wh...um...” her voice unsteady and unsure.

“I mean just like you know, like I don’t know I just thought…” you stammer and stutter, pulling your hands away, desperately wishing you could unsay it.

A warm smile returns to her face after a moment, and she swings her legs and body around to face you. “Hey, it’s ok, you can take a look.”

You mimic her movements and cross your legs in front of you, your knees resting against hers. Hesitantly she loosens her grip on her arm, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she exhales and extends the dark metal limb towards you. You offer a gentle smile in return as you take her hand in yours, the heat of your palm quickly spreading through the metal as the colour darkens ever so slightly. The design and feel of the metal draw all of your attention in as you trace your fingers across the joints of her fingers. The entire arm covered in dents and scratches but you can’t tell from feel alone, the metal sleek and streamlined to the touch. Your fingers find several panels and edges, you gather they must contain connections and interfacing adaptors, the data ports down the back of your neck tingle and you try as hard as you can not to blush at the thought.

As you delicately pour over the intricate details of your roommates arm you can’t help but think back to when the technology first became available. You’d barely been in the program for a few years when talk of advanced prosthetics hit the news, limbs that were stronger and capable of more. They mostly went to extreme cases at first, soldiers that lost arms and legs or those rich enough that it didn't matter. Like most technologies it slowly become more available, more affordable. It only took a few years for the news stories to start emerging, early adopters getting sick, their bodies failing them rapidly. Something about the way they merged the technology with the nervous system was flawed, anyone that had received an augment in those early years was affected. For some they were able to remove the equipment from their bodies, any damage already done but preventing more fatal complications. For most though, the integration was too complicated and complete, the technology couldn't be removed and so thousands of people were doomed to just a few more years of life. And of course no one faced consequences for it, some companies went bankrupt and people were sued but no one was punished, no one faced justice for murdering so many vulnerable people.

You push the thoughts away, instead focusing on the hardware in front of you. Your hands follow the intricate design up along your roommates bicep and across her shoulder. The metal transitioning into flesh, a mess of scars and steel twisted together perfectly. You can’t help but follow the shoulder down as it slowly becomes flesh, your fingers lightly tracing down her chest. You cant help but admire how pretty it is. Like on autopilot you continue to trace inwards towards the centre of her chest, feeling the texture change and morph as your fingers glide over old, long since healed wounds. Your roommates weight shifts slightly beneath you, breaking your concentration. You look up and realise how far you’re leaning forward, how close your face is to hers, how you can feel the heat between you. Your eyes meet for a brief moment as a deep warmth spreads though your cheeks, almost certainly turning bright red.

“Ah I- uh I’m sorry.” You managed to say in a panic as you back away from her into the couch. “I’ll just um...I’ll uh, I should be getting to bed.”

Continuing to mutter “sorry” under your breath you quickly push up off the couch and hurry towards your room, desperately avoiding eye contact. You push through the door and dive onto the bed, groaning into your pillow “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Desperately hoping you can fall asleep and forget about the last ten minutes.

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Flipping your pillow and rolling over for the hundredth time you let out a frustrated groan. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been trying to get to sleep. Sitting up, you pull your knees towards your chest, the night light on your desk filling the room with its gentle glow. The colour almost identical to the lighting of the hardware you had in your cockpit, the familiar feeling of being safely encased in 50 tonnes of steel and weaponry never fails to ground you after a particularly bad nightmare. Your roommate spent days helping you find the right one, one that mimicked your mech as closely as you could get. You can’t help but smile as you remember how determined she was to find the right one, even after you protested, not wanting her to waste her time on something so stupid. Something shifts at the corner of your vision, you quickly turn your head around to see a figure move just beyond the entrance to your room.

“Hey um...are you up?” Your roommates voice calls gently out from over the threshold.

Instantly the rising panic inside you vanishes. “Y-yea, you ok?” You call back, concern now growing to replace the panic.

“Yea I’m fine I just...I don’t wanna be alone tonight, I think…” Her voice wavering slightly.

Your roommate takes a hesitant step into the purple glow of your room. An oversized baggy shirt covers most of her body, and you immediately recognise it as the one she wears whenever she’d rather not be reminded of it. You show her a smile and pat the bed next to you, leaning back against the wall behind you. Her shoulders relax and quickly she hops over onto the bed, leaning against the wall behind you, her head quickly finding comfort on your shoulder after a few subtle nuzzles. Both of you sit in silence, a safe comfort falling over the room, the only noise filling the space is soft, relaxed breathing.

“Thanks for calming me down earlier.” your roommate whispers, breaking the silence.

A small chuckle escapes your mouth as you lift your head and take your eyes off the ceiling to look at her. “Of course, I mean after everything you-”

The sentence is cut off by a hand on your cheek, swiftly followed by lips against yours. Your roommate pulls you into a shy but passionate kiss, your body frozen against hers. It takes you a moment to reciprocate, falling into a gentle rhythm mirroring her movements, the room melting away around you as you give in to your feelings. Your body feels on fire and you want more. You take her tongue dancing at the edge of your lips as a sign that she does as well, opening your mouth and deepening the kiss as you shift your weight onto her lap, your arms wrapping over her shoulders, pulling her into you more and more with each passing second. Your roommate slides down the wall, her form sinking into the bed, your body now completely on top of her, your thighs squeezing her hips, your arms finding a home beside her as your tongues continue to fight for dominance.

Finally one of you breaks the kiss, you’re not sure who as both of you are left panting, faces just inches apart. Both of you stay there for a while, your body hovering above hers, regaining your composure. A flash of fear shoots across your roommates face after a moment, her eyes darting across the both of you, as if noticing the situation for the first time.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” She blurts out, her voice filled with panic.

“...What?” The word escapes you before you can fully process what she meant.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me I’ll...I’ll leave. I’m sorry.” her eyes desperately avoiding yours as she tries to move out from under you.

Finally able to get a grasp on what she’s saying you sit up into her lap and push your hands down on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I just I...I can’t do this to you. I need to go.” She wiggles slightly under you in an attempt to free herself, you barely budge as she moves but you know if she really wanted to she could throw you across the room with one hand.

“Do what to me? Please stop, just talk to me.” You plead with her, you’ve never seen her like this before.

“I...we just can’t.” Her movements slowing but her gaze still looking anywhere but at you.

“Please just talk to me, I know we both felt that, I think we’ve both wanted to do that for a long time now, but then suddenly you can’t wait to get away?” You’re trying as hard as you can to stay calm but you can’t help but let your anxieties and frustrations creep into your voice. “And you won’t even talk to me? Please just...what’s going on?”

“Because I’ll die!” She yells back at you, finally turning to look you in the eyes, tears forming fast on her face.

Her voice instantly pierces through your frustration, the anger in your system draining as you release her shoulders and sit up, resting back on her thighs, unable to vocalise a response.

Your roommate continues, anger and fear still equally present in her voice. “I’ve barely got three fucking years left and only half of those will be good, this fucking arm will take me and it’s going to fucking hurt the whole time. I’m ready to take that, I know I cant escape it… But the least I can do is keep you away, you don't deserve one second of that pain and...it’s not fair, you deserve more than the fleeting moments of pain and misery I can give you.”

Her words hit you hard, reverberating in your head as you sit there, frozen, unable to find the response you need.

“It’s not worth it, lets just forget about tonight...I’m sorry.” the words weakly escape her mouth.

“No.” you finally managed to speak, barely a whisper.

“W-what?”

“No.” you say, louder this time, finding your voice again. “That’s bullshit, you don’t get to make that decision, to take that from me. You think I don’t understand? They had me piloting machines since I was six years old, they put me through so much... my body was destroying itself so fast... it made them uncomfortable! The same people that took a child from her home to fight a fucking war! God fucking knows how much time I have left, how irreversibly damaged I am. And after everything I had to deal with I finally find someone that actually gives a shit about me? Someone willing to save me from the edge of self destruction and she’s somehow “too damaged” for me? No. You don’t get to save me and then walk away after all that. That’s not what I want and I sure as hell know that’s not what you want. Don’t let those cunts get away with taking everything from you, fight back!”

You voice falters and something catches in your throat forcing you to pause. Your roommate still under you, her body completely still apart from the hastened rising and falling of her chest. All the anger and fear vanished from her face, replaced by an emotion you can’t quite place. Seeing her under you again softens your rage, you force yourself to take a deep breath.

“These last few years have been the best in my life. You’ve saved me from more than you could ever know. I’m sorry I can’t return the favour...but I won’t let you throw this away.” Your voice turns to a whisper as you lower yourself down and place your head on her chest, listening to the sound of her heart.

You pause for a response but none comes. You take another deep breath as you turn to look up at her from your new position, your voice barely a whisper now. “I’m already going to lose you, don’t make me lose you twice.”

Looking down at you with tears still filling her eyes you watch as she tries and fails to formulate a response. “I...I...um, b-but I-”

You sit up slightly, moving your face to be just above hers, your bodies almost back to where you started. “Don’t say anything, please just...please just kiss me.”

A moment of hesitation lingers as you meet each others gazes. The pause feeling like eternity, until finally she covers the distance between you, her lips meeting yours once more. The kiss slow and gentle but with the weight of everything you just said behind it. Warmth spreads throughout your body once more. Instead of a burning fire of lust and pleasure, it’s much more subtle and warm, spreading to every corner of your being.

It’s not long before the pace quickens, your roommate shifting under you, working her thigh in between yours and pressing it gently into you. A small moan escapes your lips and into hers as the light pressure sends a shudder through your body. You welcome the touch, pressing your hips down onto her thigh. She takes your signal and grinds her thigh up into you with more intent, your face flush at the sensation. These feelings familiar to you but alien at the same time, the pleasure centres of your brain working overtime to process everything, the feeling not too dissimilar to the first times piloting a machine. Your roommates hands start to move around your body, the warmth of her biohand gently dancing at the hem of your shirt, playfully threatening to slide under it. The cool metal of her other hand gently pushing its way through the hair at the back of your neck, her fingers gently playing with the data ports lining your spine. As the metal of her fingers makes contact with the ports in your neck, your body buckles. Your arms barely catch yourself as you let out a pathetically wet whimper at the hot burning sensation of your nerves on fire.

You manage to regain enough control to look down at your roommates face, her expression full of lust and her eyes begging you for more. “Can I?” she whispers, her fingers still playing at the edges of your ports.

“Please.” you manage to whimper out at her before burying your face into her neck, in a desperate attempt to hide your moans.

Your roommate wraps her arm around your waist, sitting up and pulling your body into hers all in one fluid motion. Both of you now upright with you in her lap, her arm keeping your bodies pressed together, her hot breath on your ear.

“My pretty pilot.”

She takes her hand and places the flat metal palm against the back of your neck. A slight click sounds as you feel multiple connection tendrils slither out from their compartment and onto your skin. They feel around for a moment before finding their desired targets, each of them slowly moving to fill your ports, one after another they clunk and click into place. A feeling you haven't felt for too long, your thoughts race as they interface with you, locking into you. Your brain floods with a host of chemicals, some synthetic and some organic; the pleasure is overwhelming. You cling hard to your roommates back, your nails digging into her skin as you remember how to handle the overload of sensory inputs. Reality seems to bend and shift slightly as a whole new stream of data is suddenly jacked into your nervous system. Your thoughts and feelings mixing with your roommates in a delicate dance, her arm is a crude replacement for what you’d need to fully drift with another person, but its connections are enough to give you a small taste of what its like, her emotions and thoughts dancing around in the peripheries of your brain.

Before you can get too lost in your minds you feel your roommates free hand weave its way between the two of you, her arm sneaking its way under your shirt and climbing up towards your chest, her palm coming to rest at your breast, eliciting another small moan from you. She starts to gently trail kisses up your neck before squeezing your chest hard, the pain surging through your body to mix with the myriad of other signals, the feedback shooting through your body and into hers, a grunt coming from her as she clearly felt part of what she’d done to you.

“Just making sure it works.” she whispers into your ear before gently biting your ear, her voice shaky now.

Continuing to leave gentle kisses and nibbles on your neck, her hand begins to move down your stomach, her fingers tracing patterns as she goes, the light touch driving you wild with anticipation as you try with all your might not to whimper again. Finally her fingers meet the edge of your panties, they gently dance and play with the seam, her lips smiling against your neck as she does.

“Pleaseeeeee.” You groan at her teasing.

As if waiting for you to ask she finally dips her hand into your panties, her fingers finding the small puddle you’ve been making for the last few minutes.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me, does my pilot need it that bad?”

Another whimper forces its way out of your body, unable to stop it. You can barely form words as you whine into her shoulder, the anticipation from both of you forcing any words from your mind. Her hand starts to move back and forth slowly against you, your excitement providing more than enough lube. The warmth of her hand against you like lighting, the pleasure pulsing up through your entire body. You can’t help but buck into her movements. She matches speed with you, providing the perfect resistance for you to grind desperately into, eliciting more and more whimpered sounds from deep within you. The sensations swarming your mind are almost too much to bare, you can feel every touch of her fingers, every inch of her body pressed against yours, every little twitch and spasm of your muscles. It all mixes and dances together along with everything she feels. You can feel the weight of a body in your lap, nails digging into your back, hips bucking into your hand. You fall deeper and deeper into the vast expanse of pleasure and pain and love and care, everything building together like a tidal wave on the edge of an abyss.

“Cum for us.” are the last words you hear as teeth bite hard into your neck.

You feel everything at once, every pain, every pleasure, every moment of fun and joy and misery and hurt all at once flooding your body. You feel the pain in your arm and ringing in your ears. You feel the stomach acid in your throat as you throw up after a flight. You feel the pain in your voice as the doctors tell you how much time you have left. You feel the agony inside you as yet another household refuses to feed you. You feel the love deep inside you as you fall asleep on the couch with your roommate. You feel pride and pure joy as you find the perfect night light in just the right shade of purple. You cant stop feeling, every memory flooding you with an impossible amount of sensation until everything collapses down on you all at once.

Your eyes flutter open and you feel warmth beneath you, without even needing to look you know where you are. The warm embrace of your roommate surrounds you, her gentle breathing fills your ears as your head rises and falls in time with it. With all the energy you can muster you glance up towards her, catching her eyes staring back down at you. Both of you now laying across your bed, the blankets pulled up over you. You smile up at her before nuzzling back into her chest, leaving a small kiss as you rub your face into her. You almost drift off to sleep as you feel another hand join the one behind your neck.

“Wait.” you managed to mutter, you voice full of exhaustion. “Not yet?” you plead.

“How could I say no to that?” Her voice filling you with warmth.

“I just wanna be us for a lil while longer.” You whisper.

You hear her voice echo into the room once more but its too quiet to make out, you smile to yourself, not needing to hear it to know what was said, you already feel it all around you, you’ve felt it for a long time now.

“I love you too.”

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The M3duS4 Protocol 

Part 1.0

Rubble shifts and slides under slender pointed feet. The dark haze of night shrouding her swift movements through the crumbling streets, the abandoned machine world silent around her as she darts from shadow to shadow. Her almost impossibly dark chassis perfectly suited for infiltration and stealth, reduced now to slinking around like an old world rat. Void pauses as she reaches a jagged opening in the floor in front of her, the edges of the pit’s yawning maw partially melted and gnarled. Void’s sensors begin to scan and calculate, she has no idea what weapon could have caused this damage but she does notice its trajectory, all the damage bent outwards, towards the sky. Whatever it was came from bellow and fired out, and hopefully, if she’s lucky, continued that way itself. She knows she has to decide quickly, spending as long as she has inside such an active zone without an encounter is a miracle, and she’ll need a few more if she’s gonna make it out intact.

A silent sigh escapes her body, she cant afford to stay out in the open any longer. Gingerly she starts her descent, every step carefully placed as to not create any noise, the pile of metal left over from whatever rampaged through here making a convenient staircase down into the dark under-city. Her sensors carefully scanning the room as the sky above her is replaced by thick metal. Her nimble body quickly swallowed by the total darkness of the streets below.

Without the natural moonlight lighting her path, and the thick machined walls insulating her from the world above, Void now relies solely on her other sensors to navigate. Her infrared scanners detecting nothing but the cold, lifeless metal all around her. She could easily get lost down here, with thousands of identical rooms and rundown corridors all it would take is one slip up. Void forces the thought from her CPU.

We need to focus

Continuing along her path she continues to scan each branching pathway for a potential exit, unsure what such an exit would look like, but remaining confident she would know it when she sees it. The dark corridors feel almost alien to her, the old world used to be so fascinating and incredible. She would spend hours studying everything about it. In the hopes that it would make her more capable, better at keeping everyone safe...

Just stay calm, we can alwa-

A loud clanging rings out from beneath her as her foot collides with something she hadn't noticed laying in her path. The sound reverberates off the walls, no doubt alerting anything nearby of her presence.

Fuck

Void freezes in the growing silence as the sounds bouncing around her fizzle out, every sensor in her body working overtime in a desperate attempt to detect any reactions to her fumble. Bitter memories rise up in her memory banks, flashes of a similar situation, decades ago, forever burnt into her core, pain and fear elevating throughout her system in equal measure. Distorted screams impossible to forget.

A heavy force slams into Void’s left side, distracted in the depths of her own memories she didn't sense it approaching until she was already halfway to the ground. Her light, metal frame slams hard into the cold, unforgiving floor as the force in her side crashes down with her. Scrambling under the weight above her, panicking as she gets her hands beneath her chassis, the lithe body of her assailant slowly coming into focus as her sensors turn towards it. A lightweight, civilian frame containing a mess of wires and rusted metal, two poorly connected arms on either side of its torso grasping and scratching desperately towards her.

“Get off me!” Void screamed, hoping in vain that it would understand.

The bot opened its mouth in what looked like an attempt at communication but all that escaped its throat was the sound of ancient parts grinding together, its voice module long since decayed. Not that communication would have helped her. The frenzied movements and ancient design indicated clearly what she feared, the bots core had already completely destabilised, its body acting on nothing more than instinct and impossibly faded memories.

Flailing desperately Void gives the bot a shove with all the strength she can muster. Despite the civilian design it doesn't budge, the four arms and angle of approach giving it a significant advantage.

Knife

Void scrambles to keep the clawing hands at bay as she reaches her free hand down to her thigh, a small click and the outer casing slides apart revealing a small compartment containing a dark metal rod. Clumsily she grasps at the bar, forcing it into her grip. Almost instantly, as if knowing the danger present, a slim blade slides out from within the dark steel. Quickly she takes the blade and thrusts it as hard as she can into the closest shoulder. Something bursts inside the bots body as the blade tears through it, a dark liquid spurting out of the wound and any gaps within the already damaged chassis. The bot, seemingly unbothered by this explosion, continues to grasp and claw into her armour. Void braces her other arm against the bots chest, remembering her training, and slams the knife back down. This time into the exposed wiring coiling up its neck. Almost instantly the bot buckles above her, both its right arms collapsing to the floor, its torso falling flat against Void’s chest.

Sensing her moment, Void pushes with all her might against the partially disabled bot, her body sliding out from underneath it. Clambering to her feet she breaks into a sprint down the corridor, her mind spinning as she desperately tries to escape the now dangerously noisy area.

Synthetic adrenaline surges through her system as she dismisses several warning alerts flashing across her visor. Her panicked movements desperately working to get her as far away as possible. Struggling in the dark she finally spots a branching corridor to duck down, her feet sliding and sparking against the floor as she drifts around the corner, almost slamming into the opposite wall.

Peaking back behind her as she runs, another warning burns through her system, this time a proximity warning. Confusion fills her core, quickly replaced by fear when she turns back to face a burning bolt of plasma rushing towards her, almost the width of the corridor. She dives to the ground, the impossibly scorching heat partially colliding with her left arm as she falls. Another flurry of warnings rocket through her as she once again slams into the hard metal flooring.

Looking up with a long, distorted moan, Void attempts to discern the source of the projectile. She suddenly makes out a large, hulking form limping its way towards her. Six crab like legs straining to hold up a heavy weapons platform, an incredibly ancient warbot. Its design so old it could only have been built during some human war, long ago lost to time.

Multiple targeting lasers circle the dark space, most of them slowly coming to focus on her centre mass, a few others pointing off in seemingly random directions. Void drags her limbs closer underneath her in a desperate attempt to stand and fight. Her servos screaming at her as they fail to give her what she wants. Void sighs, accepting her fate, letting herself think back to those deep, desperate memories. Her body failing her now as it did back then.

I’m sorry

Before Void is able to fall too far into her shame, the entire floor lurches beneath her, a deep rumbling pulses through her body. A deafening explosion roars from somewhere behind her and the entire space around her is shifted and distorted. Void is thrown from her prone position forcefully into the ceiling, before dropping back down onto the now rapidly collapsing floor, the structure disintegrating and warping around her faster than she can process. Watching as the ancient warbot across from her is sucked through the floor, its towering form swallowed by the darkness below.

Attempting to avoid a similar fate, Void thrusts her knife deep into the wall in front of her. Almost as quickly as the knife enters the wall does the floor crack and sunder beneath her, being torn away by whatever force propelled the explosion. Her entire body briefly suspended in the stale air. Gravity quickly takes hold, her form plummeting downwards before jolting to a stop, anchored to the wall by her blade. Her relief is short lived as her her arm is torn from its housing, shorn wires sparking, lighting up the darkness as she falls fast. Warnings and alerts fill her vision, her entire system screaming at her one final time as the impact ruptures something within her, sensors and servos lose power almost instantly, her consciousness only seconds behind. Her limp body pathetically falling through the dark before thudding into a metallic surface one last time.

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Target Practice

tw: robot injuries

CRACK 

Your sensors scramble as they track the small metal object speeding through the air towards you. You flinch against the thick metal cables binding your arms behind you as the bullet slams into a post mere inches from your shoulder. Splintered wood falls to the ground around you. A soft voice calls out towards you, the gentle but stern tone forcing its way into your processors. 

“C’mon love, look at me” 

Tilting your head up to meet the source of the voice, you lock eyes with the woman standing at the edge of the field. Your screen blurring slightly as you try to focus on her form. A simple stained white tank top clinging to her muscular form, with a blue jumpsuit resting on her waist, the sleeves tied around herself, preventing it from falling further down her torso. Your brief scan of her is interrupted as you notice the object held loosely in her grip, a rifle, old but barely used. The fans scattered throughout your chassis begin to spin faster as synthetic adrenaline is pumped into your system. A sadistic smirk creeps across her face as she raises the rifle up towards you.

Panic surges through you as she steadies herself across from you, every spark of electricity coursing through you, begging you to get out of the way, to fight against the restraints, to do something. But you can't, your entire system is frozen under her gaze. 

CRACK

Before your system can begin to calculate the trajectory of the object exploding out of the rifle you feel it slam hard into your shoulder. The harsh metal tears through your chassis, sending shards of your arm flying as it shatters inside you. Warnings flash across your vision as servos are damaged and connections are severed. 

CRACK

Before you can look back up another object collides into your thigh, easily punching through the outer metal and splintering inside. Jagged metal exploding out the otherside, the sudden dead weight of your leg collapsing out from under you as the bullet destroys any power you had over the limb. Falling towards the ground your body is jerked to a stop, caught by the restraints holding firm around your wrists, the sudden change in momentum causing the already damaged connections in your shoulder to tear and snap, the entire arm violently disconnecting from your body. What's left of your frame comes to a stop as you now sit firmly on the ground, one arm raised above your head and held tight to the post behind you. Alerts fill your vision, warnings of downed systems and needed repairs, you dismiss them quickly as you wait for the next impact, body tensed as you wonder where she’ll hit you next.

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK 

Quickly, one after another, three shots land across your body, two landing harshly in your abdomen. The shrapnel detonating and spreading deep into your body, ripping through your chassis as they puncture various internal systems. Purple liquid slowly begins to seep out of the entry wounds as warnings flash about a ruptured coolant unit. The third bullet slams home into your chest, instantly tearing its way through vital systems on its destructive path through you. Artefacts begin to form in your vision as the environment around you blurs and distorts. Footsteps approach your now slumped body as you struggle to focus on the figure walking towards you, her body distorted and shifting as your sensors continue losing power, your system burning through its remaining power as you struggle to maintain consciousness. Fingers grasp the underside of your faceplate, forcing you to look up, a sweet and gentle voice fills your ears as the last of the power drains from your body

“Adorable…” 

~~~

Warmth stirs in the centre of your being, a surging, sparking wave forcing its way into every aspect of you. Your fans begin to kick in and your systems slowly come online. Flickering gently, your sensors start up and begin to focus on your surroundings, the dimly lit room coming into view. As your pressure sensors come online, you find yourself lying on a large bed, covered with pillows and blankets. Looking down cautiously across your body to assess the damage, you notice the repair work done throughout your chassis, everything appears to be intact. You go to reach for the spot in your chest where the bullet tore through and…nothing happens. Startled, you look towards your left arm only to see it completely missing from the shoulder down, the wound seemingly cleaned up and all the jagged metal removed.

“You’re awake!” a voice pierces through the silence around you. 

With a start, you turn towards the voice to see a shape leaping towards you. Before you can react something slams into you with a squeal.

“Oh sweetie are you ok? You took a while to reboot, I was starting to get worried!” she blurts out almost faster than you can process.

You relax instantly into her embrace as she coils her arms around you, pulling your head into her chest as she holds you tight against her. You nuzzle into her as best you can and smile to yourself, your screen showing a gentle blush as you remember the events of the day.

“Your arm took a lot more damage than I expected from that fall, I haven't quite finished repairing it yet but I promise it won't be long!” She speaks slowly this time, more relaxed. 

You let out a small giggle as you let yourself fall further into her embrace.

 “Later” you whisper with a distorted voice.

Without needing another word, you both settle into each other with a contented sigh. A smile crawls across your face as you remember the scene, you can almost feel the impacts across your chassis now as you think back. Replaying the memories over and over again in your head as you feel the warmth of your mechanic pressed tightly against you. The feelings forever etched into your memory.

~~~

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[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

laying on your bed after a long day

memories of your date swirling inside you

how she held your hand for the first time

how you melted at her voice

how she pulled your arm as you ran around the museum together

the way her face lit up as you rambled over the exhibits

the way you couldn't stop looking at her when you were meant to be admiring the displays

how she gave you her hoodie when it got cold

the ache you felt when the day was over

burying your head into her hoodie still wrapped around you

cheeks sore from the smile you cant stop smiling

eyes closed as a phone buzzes beside you

one thought racing through you as you reach for it

"please be her"

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

my hand wrapped around hers

her hoodie clinging to my body

watching silly videos

hands around my hips

pulling me in

sitting nervously in her lap

my arms hanging off her shoulders

her hands fidgeting at the hem of my hoodie

gently asking for permission

a shy nod

her hands wander

exploring my skin like lightning

settling on my hips

cant tear my eyes away

her eyes keeping me locked in place

"can i kiss you"

we both ask at once

giggles erupt

her smile is all i see

our lips finally touch

i cant help but smile into her

...

i want to do this again

and again

and again

and again

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Biological Studies 2.0

this is a part 2 <3

tw: slight body horror, smut

A bolt of energy burns past you, barely missing your shoulder. Your body lurching as you twist out of its path. Quickly regaining composure, hanging suspended in the air above the battlefield, black skeletal wings shrouded in a purple mist spread as you search for a target. Amongst the desperate melee below you find your mark, a panicked humanoid preparing to sling another bolt towards you. Diving fast you make sure they won't get the chance. You’re on top of them within seconds, spreading your wings as you tear deep into the flesh of your prey in a frenzy, your claws unable to tell the difference between armour, flesh and bone; not that they care. The world around you begins to darken as you continue to rip into the humanoid below you, the sounds of battle dull and shrinking, everything slips away until you’re left in a pool of darkness. Alone. Your bloodlust fading as you frantically look around you, endless darkness, surrounding you, pulling you in, devouring you…

You bolt upright gasping and coughing, sweat pouring down your back, soaking your sheets and pillow. Ears ringing, eyes darting around the dark room. The dreams are getting more frequent. The alarm blaring next to you breaks you out of your panic, the structure slowly switching to morning mode, the warm lights in the room slowly growing in power. You sigh, loosening your grip on your own torso and climbing out of bed for another boring day listening to the silence of the universe. 

Slouching at your computer, you browse the logs from last night. Not a single disturbance or message received, typical. Yawning, you rise from your workstation, grabbing the tool box by your side on your way to do the morning maintenance. With people and supplies only coming out this far every five or so years, everyone running a listening post is required to be able to fully run the whole station the entire duration of their contract. Five months into your third year and it's all just muscle memory now.

As you make your rounds you can't help but think back to your encounter four months ago, the impossibly alien creature that had not only somehow found you all the way out here, but had actually managed to get on board. A blush creeps across your cheeks as you remember the encounter, how afraid you were…at first. The memories come flooding to you, how quickly it had all happened, how good it felt, the fuzzy feeling you couldn't ignore, and still feel whenever you recall those events. You can't help but think about the dreams that started that night, subtle at first. Visions of distant stars and alien structures, slowly you began to feature in them, but you weren't you, you were different, wrong. It was different each time, but there were always strange features, alien forms and impossible powers, and with each time came an inescapable pull, a tug towards something, an endless void. A shiver runs down your spine as you shake yourself back into the moment. Tossing a wrench into the tool box, you begin to walk back to the main hub, a slight feeling of unease settling inside you. 

As you cross the threshold into the hub something catches the corner of your eye. Your toolbox clashes to the ground with a cascade of metallic sounds as your body freezes up. Standing across from you, leaning against the wall, four arms folded across its chest, was the same robot that appeared here months ago, just standing there. Her impossibly alien metal frame sleek and dark, the faint purple glow escaping from under her plating and around her joints, her many vibrantly purple eyes all glancing in my direction.

“Hi, Pumpkin.” Her cold, metallic screech of a voice echoes through the room.

You start forwards, about to run towards it before stopping yourself. What are you doing? You freeze, unsure what to do as you stare at the being before you, that strange fuzzy feeling growing in the back of your skull. You feel that pull again, daring you to move closer, pulsing at you to push forward. But you’re afraid, you’re terrified, being tugged in opposite directions, and so you remain frozen. 

Effortlessly she pushes off the wall, striding towards you, utter confidence in every step, her towering form quickly right above you, two arms crossed, the others hanging free as she studies you once more. You feel it again, the pull, some invisible force dragging you towards the void, daring you to jump right in. You can’t ignore it anymore, it’s driving you wild, you have to jump. Before you can think any more you push yourself forward, your lips collide with hers, the feeling of her impossibly cold lips plunging you into a pool of desire as she grabs you with all her arms. 

Hoisted into the air, pressed against her chassis as her tongue dances against yours. A hand snaking its way against your chest, greedily tearing away your clothes, the remains falling around you as you’re left exposed against her. The strangely warming cool of her exterior is still so alien against your skin. Her lips pull away from yours as you’re pressed against the wall of the hub, her eyes searching your face intently, as if searching for something hidden. Without warning her mouth curls into a smirk before diving towards your chest, locking itself around an exposed nipple. A desperate whimper escapes your lips at the sudden pressure and sensation. A deep moan courses its way through your chest as fingertips brush against your straining cock, still contained in what remains of your jumpsuit. Tendrils that usually form the bulk of her tail begin to climb their way up your legs, tearing away at clothing as they move, coiling around your sensitive skin, sending shivers across your system. You can feel a familiar feeling building deep inside you, the growing desire for release, the pleasure begging to burn its way through your nerves. Just as you're getting lost in the imminent wave of pleasure you’re suddenly torn away from your upright position and swiftly planted on the floor as two robotic legs straddle your bare hips and a strong hand pressed against your chest keeps you pinned in place. 

“Do you want this?” the beautifully distorted voice oozes out “there’s no going back.” 

You don't understand the words but you somehow know their meaning, their pull begging you to follow. You’re desperate to dive into the abyss, to join her in the void; you’ve always wanted this. Needing nothing more, the impossibly alien bot lowers herself towards you, gripping your arms in two of hers, pinning them to the cool metal floor. The many tendrils cascading over her ass onto the ground begin to again coil themselves around your thighs, gently but firmly forcing them apart, exposing you completely under her eldritch form. You squirm under her touch as you feel a hand slowly inch its way down your stomach, eliciting a tiny pathetic moan as her mechanical fingers slowly wrap around your cock. You turn your head and shut your eyes to hide how affected you are by her movements, only for a strong metal hand to clamp down around your cheeks, demanding you look at her. 

You force your own eyes open, finding yourself staring directly up into the dozen or so dazzlingly purple eyes. You feel instantly drawn in, the blur at the edge of your vision grows as does the fuzziness dancing at the back of your brain. Completely captivated by the robot you can't help but notice how beautiful she is, her fangs barely peeking past her metal lips, the smooth plating of her face completely clean of any blemishes, her eyes drawing you deeper and deeper. She starts to slowly glide her hand between your legs, pumping your member as pleasure spills its way through your body. You moan and buck at the sudden burning passion between your thighs, you feel your entire vision tunnelling, the darkness at the edge of your sight closing in until all you can see is a small pinhole of glowing purple energy. 

A deep sharp pain pulls you back to the world as the mysterious bot sinks her fangs completely into the soft flesh of your neck. A gasp escaping your throat at the combination of pleasure and pain, you whimper as something hot and heavy fills the veins in your neck. A searingly pleasurable pain surging through your entire body. In an instant memories come flashing back, visions of strange worlds, visions of every nightmare you’ve felt in the past months all at once. You feel your grip on reality slipping further and further as you see yourself in the hub, writhing and moaning under the touch of the robot all across the room, multiple visions of the same moment, all happening at once. Realities crashing together in an instance of ecstasy and desire. 

You attempt to focus on one moment, one place. The desire building between your legs, the mouth biting at your tender neck, the cold metal hands keeping your wrists in place, the coils of tendrils groping at your thighs. Your consciousness begins to ground itself in this moment in time, along with a new sensation, a cold tingling forming in your hands and face. The machine's hand begins to move fast between your legs, seemingly determined to push you over the edge. Finally teeth unlatch from your neck, leaving a cold empty feeling in its wake. Before forming another thought her mouth meets yours again, the faint hint of blood still clinging to the cool metal. 

The building bliss reaches a tipping point, ready to send you over the edge, to make you buck and moan and cum desperately for her again. A sudden shift and click, the hand between your legs begins to vibrate, the final shove needed to topple you into a pit of pleasure, the wave cresting inside you as you let out a loud gasp, words choking in your throat. The cold burning in your limbs begins to grow and surge, pulsing deep inside your bones. Your skin starts to burn, as you feel bones cracking, the muscles in your arms breaking down and regrowing as bones tear through your skin. Sharp, dagger like talons digging their way out of your hands, becoming fingers. Dark feathers sprout across your arms. Your back cracking and reforming as bones burst from behind your shoulder blades, flesh growing and forming around them as more feathers spread across them. You let out a scream, not in pain but in pleasure and shock as your still bubbling orgasms continue to roll though your new body. The robot, still straddling you, unfazed, her tongue still dancing against yours. The pleasure twisting its way into your nerves becomes too much to bear, you let out a jumble of noises and gasps before you feel the edges of your vision go dark once more, your entire body going limp with it. 

You feel something pulling at your consciousness, a cord tugging you towards something, dragging you forward, through the void. You blink your eyes open, straining to focus on the room around you, the hub slowly pulling into focus as your brain begins to click into gear. That slight fuzz gently swirling in your skull again. Suddenly you are made aware of the four strong arms wrapped around your torso, glancing back you see the bot behind you, pressed against the wall with you in its lap. The eyes set into its head dim and powered down, the others floating softly as they look in your direction. The machine doesn’t react, seemingly asleep. You begin to speak before you notice your arm, still human, no sharp claws or extended bone and muscle. The only evidence of your visions, bird-like feathers lightly covering your arms, still small and growing. Smiling to yourself you snuggle your head into the mysterious bot holding you so gently, one last thought forming in your brain before you drift back off to sleep.

You should probably ask for her name…

~~~

If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

sitting on her bed

our backs to her wall

her head against mine

sharing music in a beautiful silence

lost in a moment of her company

pulled back as she brushes the hair off my face

facing each other

our foreheads gently pressed together

she's gorgeous

she smiles as if she reads my mind

"can i kiss you"

she almost whispers

my stomach flips

my brain desperately searching for an answer

"please"

i hope this feeling never ends

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

what if we went on a cute lil date, walking around town and looking at cute lil stores, nervously holding hands as we rush around together.

what if it started to rain and we had no way to avoid it, running back to ur house, you dragging me by the hand as you run faster than i do, im suddenly both more and less nervous to be holding ur hand.

what if we finally make it inside, collapsing in the doorway in a fit of laughter, our clothes drenched through, giggling we dont realise how close we are

what if time almost stopped as we suddenly notice where we are, after what feels like forever one of us finally takes the leap and our lips connect, everything else falls away.

what if

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

spending all day watching our favourite movies together, losing track of time as we laugh and cry and cuddle.

the sun goes down but neither of us want to move, silence hanging as we absorb the last moments of comfort.

"can we do this again tomorrow?"

"you have work"

"not if you say yes..."

goofy grins light up the room, you quickly start searching for another of your favourite movies, i hold you tight just to make it difficult.

we dont say it, but we both feel it.

we cant stop feeling it.

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Junkyard Love

(based vaguely on a conversation with @virtualgirladv)

You’ve always loved the scrapyard. The perfect graveyard of parts. The beauty of twisted metal and plastic. The towering walls of robotic corpses, most old chassis's thrown away after an upgrade, others, less fortunate. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve rebuilt yourself in a place like this, but today you’re not here for yourself.

You have most of this place mapped out by now, after decades of sifting you developed a general understanding of where certain parts tended to pile up. Today that system is really paying off as you speed through the narrow pathways between the monoliths of scrap surrounding you. Bursting into the sunlight of an open part of the yard, your optical sensors slowly adjust to the sudden increase in brightness. You look up, eyes wide as you stare at the mountain of corpses before you.

This is where they keep the newest arrivals, and the least likely to have been picked through. Not great for finding specific parts but perfect if you’re searching for something valuable. You know exactly what you’re here for but it's rare and you’re desperate, you don't care how long it takes.

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It's been hours, hours sitting under the sun combing through corpses, searching each of them for any parts not taken before they were disposed of. You’ve been through dozens so far, most of them the generic sleek form most people go for, the occasional decommissioned war bot and exotic chassis. You don't have the time to admire the work as you quickly check each one for what you need.  You can feel the heat bearing down on you, the darker parts of your chassis reaching dangerous temps. You can't help but let your mind wander as you continue to search, the oppressive heat sparking memories deep in your hard drives. Decades old memories pouring to the surface, it's been years since you thought about her. She built you in a place like this, she's part of the reason you know your way around here so well. A bittersweet smile crosses your face-plate. Her body is buried under one of these steel monuments. She was only flesh, but she always loved this place and you couldn't bear to see her moved.

You’re interrupted from your trip down memory lane when something catches your eye, across from you in a discarded chassis you haven't searched yet you spot something familiar, the obvious shape of an intact containment unit. You scramble across the metallic forms below you as you frantically grab hold of the unit, turning it rapidly in your hands, searching for any signs of damage. Having confirmed its integrity you don't hesitate, sliding down the mess of empty shells towards your goal.

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You practically tear the door out of its frame as you come rushing home, slamming your way through the house.

“Babe, I'm back!” You yell through the small apartment.

Darting into the bedroom excitedly, you glance around for a second, sensors still adjusting to the dark room. Across the room you spot her, splayed across your full-sized bed, her bulky form taking up most of the small bed, exposed wiring delicately laying across her beautiful steel body. Her chassis was an ancient design, old and primitive. You cant help but smile at her as she sleeps. She adores her design and wouldn't change it for the world, even if she could. You giggle gently as you carefully cross the room towards her, you love the way her chassis lays in your bed, the subtle whirr of her fans, the way her bulky armour sinks into the mattress, her face plate dimly lit as she rests, the screen simply displaying a sleeping emoticon.

Climbing onto the bed, you crawl your way onto her beautifully heavy form, straddling her hips as you gently press your weight into hers. Her monitor slowly lighting up as she awakens, the confused emote slowly growing excited. You feel her servos and motors kick up as she attempts to sit up into your arms, wincing as she does.

“Hey now, careful, love” you purr, placing a metallic hand on her chest with a clink.

“Bad pain day?” you gently enquire.

A small nod and frustrated sigh escape her speakers, her servos disengaging along with a defeated flash across her screen.

“I’ve got a surprise for you~” you blurt out, unable to contain your excitement.

Before she can respond you reveal the containment unit previously concealed behind your back, a look of recognition flashing on her screen. Her fans increasing speed as she looks into your eyes.

“W-where did you ev-” she stammers out before you cut her off.

“Don't worry about it, bot” you say quickly, trying to ease her worries. “I know it wont help with the pain...or much else unfortunately but...I was hoping it might help you just feel a little better.”

You pause, waiting for a reaction before continuing but she just waits patiently for you to explain.

“I know you cant get a new body…no-not that you would want to but just like, I don't know I thought maybe it would feel nice to get a shiny new...well kinda new...part ya know?” you ramble out, worried you’ve made a mistake.

Panicking at the lack of reaction you start to sit up. You fucked up, you need to get off and give her space, you need to do... something. But before you can escape, her entire body slams into yours, strong arms wrapping themselves around your form, heavy combat armour pressing hard against your sleek, simple chassis.

A small sound escapes her speakers, now pressed up against you. “T-thank you…”

You chuckle to yourself, you’re an idiot, of course you didn't fuck up, how could you with this amazing girlfriend? You gently lay her back down on the bed, careful not to cause too much movement through her system. A smirk curling across your lips.

“Want me to install it now?” you whisper in her ear.

A small whimper escapes her frame as she nods, embarrassed.

“Good girl” you whisper again before sitting upright.

You waste no time, quickly setting the unit down on the bed next to you before opening a small compartment in your abdomen. Pulling out all the tools you need and placing them on her chassis, watching her squirm as you do. You run your fingers under the thick plates covering her chest, fingers gliding until *click* a latch gives way and the armour is released from its seating. Gently lifting it from its position and placing it on the bed next to you, grabbing your tools and carefully reaching inside, stopping briefly at the breach, looking for consent to continue. A slow nod grants you access. You slowly begin unscrewing panels, removing the softer, thinner metal beneath her armour. As you expose more and more of her inner workings you notice her screen changing to a more crimson colour. You adore the way she blushes. She’d never let anyone else remove her armour, let alone get this deep in her internals. You smile at that thought.

*click*

The final piece of metal covering her small nuclear reactor is removed, you can finally begin work on replacing its containment unit. The technology is perfectly safe, with so many fail safes and precautions in place she could do anything in here and nothing would go wrong, but with an old and damaged unit it can limit ones ability to draw energy. You really hope this new one will help. With a small flick and bump you disconnect the old unit, watching as your girlfriends emotes go all fuzzy and warm, the lack of containment making her mind all blurry and hazy. Moving the new unit into place you try to be careful, which is only made more difficult but the squirms and shudders of the robot beneath you. Reaching out with your free hand you place it gently around her neck.

“Be still for me baby, I’m almost done, then we can take it for a spin, ok?” You speak with a hint of command in your tone.

Instantly her body goes still, obeying your every word as her emotes begin to blur into a blushing, whimpering mess. Finally you start to fit the unit into place around her reactor, her heart. Your tongue sticking out as you focus on the final pieces clicking into place, her fans speeding up as you have to put more of your arm into her body to complete the installation. Having everything where it needs to be you lock it into place, and begin to remove your hand before you hear a desperate whimper escape from the bot your currently deep inside.

“What’s that? Does pretty bot want more?” you say, a dangerous smile curling up your face plate.

A moan escapes her speakers, her screen glitching slightly before a desperate “Pleaaaase” finds its way out.

Without needing to hear any more you dive down to meet her body with yours, planting your cold synthetic lips on her screen, playing with her emote with your tongue. You feel the heat rushing into her system as her fans begin blasting warm air into the room, you feel her servos and motors desperately squirming under you, she could easily throw you across the room if she wanted, but she’s too high on your touch to ever try. You wrap your hands around some wires inside her chest, gently stroking them with your thumb, ever so slightly threatening to yank them out. You smile into her screen as she trembles under you, her whole body vibrating as you moan into her chassis.

“Fuck.” Her voice jolts through you, sending shivers down your spine.

You know she’s close, desperate for you to overload her system. Reaching your free hand down between her legs, you feel her cold smooth metal as you begin to rub her, fingers moving fast and rough as you try to push her body over the edge. You watch as her screen begins to glitch more and more, her entire system overloading with power as you stroke her internal wires. Her moaning becomes choked, her movements more erratic and desperate, her hand reaches up to hold your arm as her entire screen turns blue, an error message sprawled across it as her body goes limp beneath you.

You smile gently, looking down at the bulky, semi armoured form below you. It’ll take a few moments before her system is able to boot herself back up, so you get to work quickly, replacing her chassis, screwing parts back together as you close her chest back up and finally click her armoured plate back into place.

You lay yourself down, planting your head onto the bots chest. Holding her tight, you listen to her system slowly begin to power back up, and you smile to yourself.

You’ve always loved the scrapyard.

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If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

When you were 19

You had a fairly normal childhood. You had a good relationship with your parents. You did reasonably well in school. You struggled like everyone to figure yourself out, and for the most part you did. But as life continued, something felt off. You didn't enjoy the same parts of yourself as others did. You didn't find joy in the same activities as others did. You couldn't quite place it but something was wrong, there was something different.

When you were 19 you started reading about advancements in robotics, whispers of cybernetic upgrades, you were strangely filled with joy at the thought but also, a deep feeling of unease crept up your spine. When you were 20 you asked your friends how excited they were about breakthroughs in cybernetics, they barely showed an interest. You tried to bury it, convince yourself that it would never be possible. You lied.

When you were 24 the first person was given a robot body, that feeling returned. When you were 26 you made a friend. She was always talking about those people brave enough to undergo the process. You asked her if she wanted to, afraid. She said no. She said no but she understood. She understood why. She fought for them. For you. 

When you were 29 you broke. You couldn't take it anymore. The chronic pain was too much. The empty feeling in the mirror was too much. The envy was too much. You broke. 

When you were 29 you made a decision. You were done being broken. You were sick of being someone else. You became you. 

You were ready. 

What you weren't ready for were the looks. The whispers. The stares. Your parents pulled away, disagreeing with your “lifestyle”. Some of your friends withdrew, claiming you’d changed, you weren't yourself anymore. People rallied to stop the program. Governments labelled it “unnatural”. You weren't prepared. 

You weren't prepared for the friends that stayed. Those that rallied around you. The people fighting back when you couldn't. The love you found in yourself. The joy every new sensation brought. The new spark ignited within. You weren't ready for her. 

You were 31 when you met her. She was one of the first to transfer to a new body. A pioneer. You admired her strong personality. Her unapologetic self. You couldn't look away from her lazer engraved tattoos. Her ability to be who she was without fear. Your friends introduced you, knowing she’d understand. You were ready. 

She took you back to her place. She pushed you against her wall. She asked if you wanted this. You needed this. Her lips met yours. Her tongue danced across yours. You felt lightning through your artificial veins. She knew exactly how to melt you. How to undo you. How to make you feel. 

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You’re pulled back to your thoughts as she throws you onto her bed. Her visor barely displaying emotion, but you know what she’s feeling: hunger. You feel your fans kick up a gear as you're laid out under her gaze, her smirk causes coolant to desperately spread throughout your systems. You can feel your synthetic cock throb in your panties as she crawls across the bed towards you, excitement building deep inside you. Biting your lip in anticipation she begins to kiss her way up your thigh, her cold metal lips leaving the faintest of marks as she works her way towards her prize. Her metal fingers grasp at your hips as she curls them around your panties, threatening to pull them down.

“P-please…” you breathlessly whimper.

Having your consent she quickly and gently frees your half hard cock, licking her lips as she watches it grow slightly harder under her gaze. Before you have time to react she takes you completely into her mouth, sending sparks shooting up your body, synthetic nerves on fire as she holds you inside. Slowly working you up and down in her mouth you can barely think, every system in your body working overdrive to make sense of the fire spreading through your nerves and pathways. Minutes pass in what feels like hours, desperately holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Releasing your cock from her mouth she climbs up your body, bringing her face within inches of your own, her body draped over yours.

“I'm going to make you cum, pretty bot” she whispers, just inches from your lips.

You reach up, connecting your lips together, seeming confident as you come undone so completely inside. She takes the sign and deepens the kiss, her tongue so delicately dancing with your own. Her hand grabs ahold of your cock, gently stroking you between the warmth of your two bodies, the pressure of her bearing down on you only adding to the overwhelming surges rushing through every inch of software you’ve got, her deep kisses and low moans into your mouth driving you and your fans wild, the heat almost overwhelming you. It's not long before you feel something building, something deep and animal, but entirely new, the animal now made of metal and code as you feel it forcing its way through you. You start to cum into her hand as she practically vibrates on top of you, you feel her smiling into your kiss as you lose control, your mind goes blank as you are hit with waves of pleasure. You’ve completely lost control.

You begin to come back to your senses, you fans still working overtime to vent the heat created by the two of you, your stomach slick with your own artificial cum. Laying on her side next to you, looking gently into your visor, she smiles and your insides melt once more. You say nothing as you nuzzle wordlessly into her chest. You never want this moment to end.

You were 31 when you knew you were right. You were 31 when you knew you were safe. You were 31 when you found yourself. Truly. 

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If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Biological studies

It's been almost four years since you were assigned this post, four years stationed on this rock. A moon at the edge of the empire, watching and listening for threats from the deep dark. After all this time alone out here you’ve learnt one thing, one very important thing, space is fucking boring.

Today however, something happened. You woke up to an unscheduled transmission alarm, alerts blaring, designed to warn of anything unscheduled and new. 

 New. You leapt from your bed snatching your jump suit on the way to the comms room.

You didn't even bother to zip up your suit before you sat down at your console, immediately you pull open the alerts and scan the messages. A flashing alert immediately draws your eyes, a new transmission. It's in an alien language, not surprising. You quickly get to work, pulling the data and inputting it into all the translation and decryption softwares at your disposal, which is a lot when you have the support of a paranoid empire behind you. The programs go to work as you excitedly bounce your leg and wait, it should only be a few minutes.

It’s been hours. 

You’ve been sitting at your console for hours, spinning in your chair, waiting. You’ve often used this technology for fun, translating random messages, learning alien languages. It's never taken this long. 

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An alarm startles you awake. A warm light flashing on the screen across from you, a message blinking brightly.

“program complete” 

You jumped upright, frantically opening the program. You scan the screen, taking in the information as quickly as possible. A language not in any databases, explaining why it took so long. You briefly scan the rest of the data, all boring linguistic babble, you rush through it, desperate to uncover the message.  

ARE YOU BORED?

You stare at the message printed at the bottom of the report, squinting slightly as you whisper the words under your breath. 

“Well what the fuck does that mean?!” you blurt out loud to yourself. 

You run your hand through your messy hair, there's no other information in the report about where this came from or where it was going, apart from the message itself, nothing to go on. You sigh as you send the report on to command, you were really hoping for something fun. 

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An alarm startles you awake, you fell asleep at your desk again. You groggily rub the sleep from your eyes as you search for the source of the alarm. Another transmission alarm, second one in a few months. You pull up the message, your eyes quickly scanning the text, the same text you last saw almost a month ago. Your eyes widen as you recognise it, working fast to upload it to the software, it should work much faster this time.

I WANT TO STUDY IT

You stare at the message, it has to be the same origin as the last, but you still have no clue what it means. Study what? 

“You” a cold distorted voice rings out from behind you.

You jump up from your chair with a scream, scrambling to your feet, turning around in a panic to locate the source of the foreign voice. Your eyes dart around looking for the culprit. Your vision centres on the humanoid creature standing in the hallway across from you. Dark metallic skin, reflecting almost no light. Four powerful looking arms crossed across its chest, legs hovering ever so slightly off the dimly lit hallway floor. Multiple hypnotic purple eyes across the face, others impossibly floating around the head. A hungry smirk pointed towards you. 

You attempt to scream but it’s caught in your throat, not that anyone could help you out here. Your muscles freeze and you struggle to form thoughts, the powerful gaze making it difficult to move. 

“What's the matter, love? Afraid?” her metallic voice oozing confidence.

She hovers down, her metal feet quietly connecting with the ground. Small confident steps in your direction send a shiver up your neck. You back away, stumbling past your desk before your back meets the cold wall. She slowly inches towards you, a wicked grin across her face. Your heart racing faster and faster as she closes the distance, you close your eyes and prepare for the worst.

Cold metal wraps around your wrists as they’re slammed into the wall above you, more metal pushes your hips firmly in the same direction. Something cold forces itself between your thighs. 

Nothing happens, a long pause, your adrenaline filled muscles begin to lower their guard as the expected never comes. Still trapped against the wall you know you have to open your eyes, terrified of the machine before you. Your fear desperately wants you to hide away, to keep your eyes closed and hope it all goes away or ends swiftly. You know it won't.

Slowly you open your eyes, your vision greeted by deep purple eyes staring deep into yours. A curious look on the bot's face, almost like she's looking into and through you, a wash of calm falls over you, the look on her face, one you’ve seen a thousand times: scientific curiosity. She’s deep in thought, studying your expression, your body language, taking you all in. Only then do you get a decent look at her. Her chassis is impossibly alien, like nothing you’ve ever seen, certainly nothing the empire could have built, the metal is cold to the touch, unlike any regular cold, there's something almost comforting about it.

You’re pulled back to your senses, a cold shock hits your lips, a rough, passionate kiss spikes your heart rate once more, your eyes wide in shock. Many of her eyes closed but the ones orbiting her head fixed on your body, studying every aspect of your reaction. Her tongue invades your mouth, more of that comfortable cold, your shock begins to wear off as you lean into the kiss, you try to bring your hands to her face, forgetting for a moment they’re being held firmly in place. She pulls back, leaving you desperate for more, a line of your spit briefly connecting your flesh to her steel.

“Fascinating” her beautifully distorted voice rings out. 

You look away, a deep blush growing on your checks, too embarrassed to look at the robot you just made out with. You manage to get your blush under control, looking up towards the towering figure holding you down still. You go to speak but the look on her face gives you pause, the curiosity is still there but there’s something else, something gentle, something…tender.

Before you can comment she moves swiftly towards your neck, cold lips hit your sensitive flesh as you let out a small desperate moan. Her free arms go to work on your jump suit, making zero effort to keep it intact as she tears it off you, you try to protest as a sharp pain hits you, fangs you didn't know she had pierce your skin, eliciting another whimpered sound from deep within you. As your clothes fall to the ground around you she pushes her leg further between your thighs, mouth still latched to your neck. You try to get some words out, anything, but all you can manage is a few garbled sounds of pleasure as a thumb sends an electrifying chill through your body as it brushes against your nipple. Her lips finally disconnect from your skin, a small trickle of blood escaping after them. Hey eyes look you over all at once, studying you like a lab rat, you try to meet her gaze but the metal between your thighs is making it too difficult to focus, you’re desperate for more, more of that calming cold touch, more of that curious lust, more of her.

More 

More 

More 

Seconds pass but they feel like minutes, her glare only making you more desperate, you need her to keep touching you. As if almost reading your thoughts she drops to her knees, releasing your wrists from their capture, and looking up at you with a smirk.

“You’ll need those” she says nodding towards your hands.

“W-what for?” you manage to choke out.

With nothing more than an echoey giggle she takes your cock into her mouth, you gasp at the sudden sensation, an alien cold wrapped around your dick. She takes you fully into her mouth, the eyes embedded in her face focused completely on her task, the rest staring intently up at your expressions, still studying. Hands grab your ass and pull you further into her, two more reach up and grab your tits hard, squeezing roughly. You yelp in shock before bracing yourself against the wall, at least you know why you needed your hands. 

Your moans get more desperate as you get closer and closer, you know you can't hold it back much longer, she's trying her hardest to pull it from you, her hands playing with your tits and nipples, rubbing and squeezing your thigh, her tongue expertly working you. Your vision starts to blur as you begin to cum, no longer able to hold back the wave, it all comes crashing over you in an instant, you cum in the creature's mouth as you scream out, riding the wave all over your body, letting the pleasure take you completely and fully. She takes all you have.

The orgasm knocks you off your feet, against your best efforts you collapse down onto the robot below you, she doesn't flinch as your weight hits her, multiple arms gripping your exposed flesh soften the impact. You’re placed gently on the metal floor of the comms room, your heart racing, mind spinning, you can't believe what just happened. You feel more cold eldritch metal either side of your hips, her face looming into view.

“I need more, pumpkin” her scratchy distorted voice slips into your mind.

Her hand grasps your dick, fingers wrapping around the impossibly sensitive organ between your legs, you yelp in response but before you can wriggle free two arms come down once again trapping your wrists, a third hand gently placed around your neck, no intention to harm, a gentle reminder of who’s in charge.

Her hand begins moving slowly, reacting carefully to the desperate noises you begin to make, moving in just the ways you need, pulling more and more out of you. It doesn't take long before you’re on the edge again, ready to burst.

You let out a whimper signalling just how close you are, in an instant the three arms holding you prone are removed and cold lips slam into yours, her tongue dancing with yours as her hand jerking you off speeds up. You’re pushed far over the edge, a powerful orgasm rolling through your body, wrapping your arms around the dark steel above you, clinging desperately for support as your brain overloads with pleasure, cum spurting into the hand of the alien you’re so desperately grasping. You struggle to think, everything is too much, you feel yourself slipping, darkness creeping into your vision, and her eyes still studying you as you slip under. 

You jolt awake, a panicked shock surges through you, you frantically look up, eyes trying desperately to focus on anything. You lock onto the purple glow emanating from below you, eyes darting down you recognise the face of a familiar robot, gazing back up at you. Panic sets in before you quickly realise what's happening, you’re laying in her arms, her chassis against the floor under you, one of her hands idly tracing patterns across your back. She still feels cold against your skin, a comforting cold, the gentle embrace of the void. She hums gently as she continues to trace patterns across you, the sudden comfort and safety you feel overcoming you as you realise how exhausted you still are, sleep takes you before you can protest.

You wake up in your bed, unsure of how long you’ve been out. You glance around the empty bedroom with a frown, was it all a dream? You scoff, of course it wasn't, you felt it all, you know it was real. Sliding out of bed you head for the comms room, you know it was real…right?

The room looks like normal, nothing out of pace, no mess, no evidence that anything happened. A long sigh escapes your lips, maybe the isolation is finally getting to you. Climbing into your seat you browse the new notifications, nothing interesting…except, a new transmission message? The alarms didnt sound. You hastily open the document, it's not from the empire, its new, a document with countless unknown symbols and signs, impossible to decipher. You catch something at the bottom of the page, something in english.

CYA SOON, PET

if you wanna support me - Ko-fi

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Badly Damaged

Wrote a lil short story based on a post i made the other day, enjoy.

CAS3 slowly trudges towards the dimly lit warehouse, her limp becoming ever more obvious the closer she gets. Her servos and joints whining loudly as her damaged body barely manages to keep itself upright. She approaches the dark alleyway, her shattered leg scraping along the hard concrete, her visor solely focused on the sparsely lit doorway inching closer. It can feel its systems slowly shutting down, one by one losing power, her core must’ve been ruptured, she’s lucky she made it this far. More systems go offline, she's cascading now, not long left. She wonders if this’ll be it, if no one’s inside, it almost certainly will be, a cold smile crosses her face. Maybe this time.

“Sam!”

Its voice escapes her throat, distorted and mangled, not surprising considering her current state.

“Vic!” 

Another distorted name slips by her lips, unsure if it even wants a reply. Her vision starts to shut down, the sensors behind its visor losing power, its one good leg drops out from under it, her sundered body slams against the cold floor in the doorway, the last thing she sees is the bright interior lights of the workshop as her damaged core finally gives out.

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Initialising emergency boot protocol 

Booting safe mode

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The cold spark of life burns through CAS3’s body, sparking and surging through what remains of her systems and subsystems. The coarse energy of life pushes into every corner of her being, forcing its processors to engage, the bitter taste of consciousness forming in her artificial mouth. 

Her visor flickers on, CAS3 sullenly scans its surroundings unable to move its limbs, the consequences of being booted in safe mode. Laid out on a workbench, she is able to see the extent of the damage to her chassis for the first time. Her right foot completely shorn off, the connected metal ground down from dragging it so far. Her left arm missing from the elbow down, only a mass of wires and gnarled metal remains. Its entire body covered in slashed open jagged wounds, its metal twisted and malformed. A large hole sits covering most of her left breast plate, distorting metal through her entire chassis, probably what caused her core to rupture.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.” 

The noise startles her back to reality, her vision darts over towards a small desk, a small monitor flashing with bright lines of code but her eyes are drawn to the short human standing beside it. Arms crossed, a zipped down jumpsuit tied around their waist, a greasy white tank top sitting on their torso, but what she notices most of all is the furious expression plastered across their face.

“ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!?” they continue to yell 

“DO YOU EVER FUCKING THINK FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND!? YOU ARE SO FUCKING LUCKY I WAS WORKING LATE TONIGHT.” 

CAS3 looks forward, still only able to move her head, a sigh escapes her still damaged throat.

“Just unlock me, I'll find somewhere else,” a hint of shame still obvious in the broken voice.

The human takes a few angry steps forward, coming back into view of CAS3’s visor.

“I’m sorry let me get this straight, you go and almost get yourself killed….AGAIN, leaving me to find your fucking corpse on my doorstep, in the middle of the fucking night. I only just manage to repair that stupid fucking core of yours before you ran out of time. And now you want me to just let you go, back out into the world looking like this…is that right?” The humans anger still dripping with every word.

“Sam please…i don't need this,” CAS3 manages to croak out, still avoiding Sam’s gaze.

“Oh you don't need this?” Sam chuckles “you wanna know what i dont fucking need? I dont need your stupid fucking body on my repair table every week. Why do you keep doing this? What's the point?” 

“BECAUSE THERE IS NO FUCKING POINT,” CAS3 finally snaps back.

Sam steps back, shocked by the sudden explosion from the damaged bot below her.

“They built me for one fucking job and guess what, the war ended! it fucking ended. Wanna know what they gave me for my years of service? Fuck all, those cunts just tossed me into the world, Would have been decommissioned if they werent so fucking scared of me. I was built to fight and fight and fight and now what? Huh? I have nothing so why does it fucking matter. Who cares if this kills me, I'm barely alive anyway…” it trails off, finally looking towards the short human in front of her. 

“Cass I…I’m sorry, I didn't know” Sam gently speaks.

“Yeah well you humans rarely do,” the machine says bitterly, “you're all born into this world and told you can do anything, you can be whatever you want, follow your dreams, follow your heart. I was born into war, I was built to fight and win and fight more, my entire purpose was forced into me the second I was created, and now that's over, my life was war and now it's gone, so where does that leave me? How can you follow your dreams if you were never built to have them?”

Sam shifts uncomfortably, reaching into their pocket before pressing a small remote. CAS3 feels her motors release, the tension in her system relaxes, it can move its body again.

“I’ll have your chassis fixed up by tonight, just…don’t leave…please,” they speak gently, walking over to their tool rack. 

CAS3 sits up on the work table, stretching out what remains of her body, visor fixed on the same point, deep in thought. It's never told anyone that before, never allowed itself to be so open and raw with how it felt, especially not with a human. She's knocked out of her thoughts by the rustling of Sam beside her, calibrating their tools and preparing to fix her broken body.

“Why do you even care?” the distorted voice cuts through the silence.

Sam chuckles to themselves, “you really are an idiot you know.” 

Before the robot can respond Sam’s lips meet hers, their firm hands grasp her cold metal face. Her processors kick into overdrive, its body built to feel in order to be a more efficient killing machine now feeling something entirely new, something warm, something sparking inside her. She can't think, she’s lost in something she's never felt before, everything melts away as the warmth on her lips slows down before pulling away.

“W-what are you doing?” the machine stutters.

“Showing you that you don't have to be what you were built for,” Sam quickly pushes their body onto the workbench, mounting the mangled warbot, connecting their lips once more, and sparks fly through CAS3’s system. Sam pushes their tongue into the cold metal mouth of the short circuiting bot, determined to show them the world can be gentle. The bot grabs the back of their head, its other damaged arm trying to grip onto the bench. CAS3 feels something growing inside her, an energy its never felt before, firm hands move all across her body, touching every joint and piece of plating. The vulnerability of being so exposed, her chassis torn asunder, access to her core just a small hand movement away. Sam begins reaching inside the gaping hole in her chest, she tenses as they get dangerously close to her centre.

“Relax bot, I'm not gonna touch that,” Sam purrs. 

CAS3 releases the tension in its joints, trusting the mechanic once more. A jolt surges from her chest across her entire body, intense pleasure rushes to her receptors as she lets out a desperate robotic moan.

“Oh does someone like me playing with its wires?” Sam teases.

They keep playing with the exposed wires deep in the bots chest, forcing more distorted, mangled sounds out of her mouth. Her system is in overload, she cant think, she cant stop whatever is building deep in her system. It loses control of its body as something in her trips, her synthetic mind goes dark as her entire system explodes in pleasure before forcing itself to restart.

CAS3 shudders awake, jolting up on the workbench, unaware of how much time has passed, she frantically looks around before focusing again on the mechanic still sitting, legs either side of its hips, staring down at her, a warm smile greeting the bot.

“You were out for about sixty seconds there bot, how wa-mmghm,” They’re cut off.

CAS3 lurches forward, pushing the small human onto their back, her visor inches away from the mechanic's flushed face, lingering there for moments before darting down to their waist, pulling down the orange jumpsuit as best it can with only one hand.

Looking up with a smirk she whispers, “your turn.” 

Returning to the now naked human form below her, she places gentle metal kisses along their thighs, working closer and closer towards her goal. Each kiss elicits a small sound and it only encourages her as she reaches her robotic fingers towards their opening. A loud gasp escapes Sam’s mouth, the cold metal fingers sending a shock through them. A moment passes, the warbot, the cold machine built to kill without feeling, built to win a war without question, built to end lives without hesitation

A moment passes, the warbot, sending pleasure all through the mechanics body, using her cold body to bring warmth, feeling alive for the first time. 

If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Couple take in a vulnerable transbian

I've been kinda obsessing over this fantasy for a while now so thought id give writing it a shot.

Please feel free to reblog and comment whatever <3

TW: Mentions of alcohol, implied abuse, implied assault, brief wound mentions, hurt/comfort.

You and your partner have settled down for the night, watching tv and getting ready for bed. You hear a knock at the door, it's far too late and you can't help but wonder who it could possibly be at this hour. You open the door to be immediately greeted by the stench of alcohol and the small sight of me swaying gently on your doorstep, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that I'm wasted. “Are you ok?” you instinctually blurt out only to get a muffled “huh” in return from under my breath. You take a step forward to get a little closer but I back away with caution, I turn away to leave but you reach out and grab my wrist and I wince in pain. Your eyes adjusting to the dark night you start to notice why, the bruises and cuts covering most of my body, my clothing torn in places and my eyes almost vacantly staring desperately towards the ground. You realise I've had a horrible night and I probably don't even realise where I am or how I got here. Your partner sticks her head out from the front door “whats going on lov-” you both share a look before gently pulling me inside, i try to resist but i have no strength left, whether from the night i've had or the alcohol or both, I can't stop it. 

You pull me inside and lead me towards a bed, sitting me down trying to understand what happened, “are you ok? What happened to you sweetie, you look awful.” Ignoring the question i move to take off my shirt and fishnets muttering to myself “need out” in a slurred voice. Without words you move to help, removing my torn and slightly bloodied outfit as carefully as possible, your partner returning from another room with one of her sports jerseys way too large for me to possibly wear. Carefully, you help me remove my tattered and bloodied outfit. I wince as my arms stretch forward to take my shirt off. “Oh honey, I'm sorry, these are so dark already, what happened?” I hold my more injured arm and stare at the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but at you. You try to take my arm. I pull away protectively, instinctively. “Let me see girlie, you're safe, we’ve got you.” I slowly relent and you gently prod the giant bruise forming around my elbow. “I dont think it's broken, so that's good.” You solemnly chuckle, half to yourself. “S-s-so c-cold” I stammer out, shaking in front of you. Without thinking you quickly, but carefully, slide the oversize jersey over my head, grab my waist, careful not to touch any other injuries, and pull me into the bed with you. 

Wrapping your arms around me, you place my head into your chest, and your partner climbs in behind me. She presses her weight into me, and i'm trapped in a warm safe pocket between you both. I struggle, slightly panicked, it feels wrong, I shouldn't be between you two, I shouldn't be in your bed in such an intimate position, it isn't right, any minute now I'll be pushed out and punished for invading this sacred space. I brace for the inevitable.

Moments pass. It feels like an eternity. Your hand finds the back of my head, your partner's arm snakes around my waist, and the tension melts away like butter. “Goodnight” you whisper as you both relax into my exhausted body, stuck in your warmth. I can't help but fall asleep, your heartbeat the last thing I hear before the night finally takes me.

A piercing dull ache. I notice nothing else as I slowly awaken, my body feels like fire as I open my eyes to gain some insight on where I ended up last night. I'm pressed against something warm, I look up with sleep in my eyes to see your gently sleeping face above me, your body pressed into mine, my head snuggled deeply into your chest. In a panic I try to gingerly and quietly escape your grasp but I push into more warmth behind me, your partner wrapped around me. My eyes widen in shock as I desperately try to remember the events of last night. The searing hangover explains the memory loss, the pain and damage across my body explains the hangover but I have no idea how I got to be here. Fear and panic set in rapidly, laying in the middle of a relationship, I've ruined everything, I have to get out of here. In my panic your partner begins to stir, their groggy eyes meet mine, “mmmm hi love, d’ya sleep alright?” I try to speak but nothing happens, I'm completely lost, everything is wrong and I need to get out of here. Before I can move, your partner wraps her arms around me, she holds me tight before speaking into my shoulder “We don't have to talk about last night, you're safe here, we promise” I can't respond, my hungover brain still desperately trying to figure out what is happening. I feel you start to move next to me, and my eyes dart to see you propped up on your elbows. “You don't need to explain anything to us darling, you can stay here as long as you need.” The words sleepily leave your mouth, I barely have time to process before “oh can we keep her please can we keep her” your partner excitedly chirps beside me. Everything is so overwhelming and my ears are ringing, but the thought of being kept by you sends butterflies throughout my body. “Lets not overwhelm her love” you say gently. I can feel my skin heating up under the gaze of you both, the thought of something so impossible yet so suddenly possible. I sit up in your bed while staring at the both of you, my thoughts swimming with too much to comprehend. My body almost moves on its own as I lean forward and touch my lips to yours. It feels perfect. My entire body buzzes and vibrates as I forget all about the pain I'm in. I never want it to end.

After what feels like an eternity my mind and body come back down to earth and suddenly I realise what I've done, I open my eyes and pull away as fast as I can. “I-I’m sorry” I manage to choke out as I try to get up and quickly leave. Your hand grabs my shoulder but I pull away, your partner moves to block me. “hey woah it’s ok sweetie, you’ve done nothing wrong” she says looking towards you, “calm down darling, you’re ok, I promise you’re ok, why don't you come back over here” you say reaching your hand out to me. I hesitantly take it, and crawl across the bed towards you, unable to look you in the eye. “Look at me darling” you say gently as you pull my chin up with your soft fingers, the warmth in your eyes melts my insides and I'm putty in your hands as you lean in to continue the kiss I so abruptly ended.

I’m pulled back to reality by your partner reaching under the shirt she gave me, slowly pulling it over my head and revealing my naked form. I try to cover my damaged body with my arms but you grab them and hold them by my sides as you deepen the kiss. You push me down into the bed by my shoulders, your eyes hungrily taking in my body while your partner slowly kisses her way towards my hips, the sensation already driving me wild. You hold my face in your fingers, “You’re beautiful darling, let us show you,” you coo as you move towards my chest carefully placing kisses over my bruises and cuts, applying love to each and every one, not asking questions, only giving love.

 Your partner moves her mouth between my thighs, kissing the worst of my wounds before taking me into their mouth. I can't help but let out a weak moan as I’m overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure of it all. “gooooood girl” you quietly moan before sucking hard on my nipple, forcing a squeal to escape my lips. I can't help but buck my hips and squirm, the pleasure is all too much as it builds inside me. “hold on a little longer for me darling” you whisper into my ear, a whimper escapes my lips as I hold on as best I can, trying so hard not to disappoint either of you. You move quickly to straddle my waist before sticking your tongue into my mouth and down my throat, I can't help but moan into you which only drives you more wild and feral. You break the kiss and bring your mouth to my ear with a soft nibble, “can I leave a little mark pumpkin? I promise this’ll be one you’ll like.” All I can manage in response is a frantic nod. Having consent you latch onto my neck with your teeth, sucking and biting hard. The pleasure of your partner going down on me and the pain of being marked positively for once is too much to bear, I lose control of my body as my muscles contract and the pleasure explodes out of me, my mind blanks as I bask in the joy of everything.

Coming back down from my orgasm, you and your partner have snuggled up beside me, your partner stroking my hair while you trace your finger around the mark left on my neck. My mind is racing with thoughts, what does all this mean? Was this just a one time thing? Did we ruin our friendship? What do we do now? As if reading my mind you turn my head and gently kiss me, “we’ll talk about everything later pumpkin, get some more rest for now, no matter what you're safe here with us.” You both wrap me up tightly in your arms and I can't help but drift off. 

Safe. 

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

trying some more writing, pls be gentle

thanks @drowsy-siren for the inspiration

She swiftly makes her way through the cold water, bright beams of light emitting from her screen illuminating wide areas of dark ocean floor, her sleek metal chassis easily cutting through the cool liquid around her, searching for somewhere she's been dozens of times before. It's always a little hard to find, even with her robotic memory, but before long she notices a small opening in the rocks. She launches herself off the ocean floor, propelling into the cave as she dims her lights.

Dark green and purple sea grass coat the inside of the cave, the tight stone space somehow much warmer than the outside water. The dancing shadows dart around as her lights search the open space for something, if she didn't know better her fear programs would be working over time. A dark shadow moves behind her faster than the rest, lights following quickly behind but catching sight of nothing. Another dash behind her, lights too slow again.

A dark figure shoots from behind, her sensors picking up the swift movement, her chassis turning quickly in its direction just in time to feel the impact of it slam into her, sending them both flying into the cavern wall. Her optical sensors searching through the kicked up dirt and muck for the source of the attack, eyes locking onto the sharp claws around her neck. She follows up the smooth, scaled arm to see the grinning, violet creature pinning her chassis to the wall, a deep, tantalising voice escapes its lips, “Well look at this pretty little trinket I've caught.” Before the bot can respond, a sharp claw pierces the robot's chassis.

Her limbs go limp, her servos whirring but her arms don't move, the creature disconnecting everything in one movement. The bot’s screen flashes through panicked looks as her processors realise the reality of the situation, the creature grinning sinfully mere inches from her face plate. “You should really be more careful bot, wouldn't want someone to take advantage of you down here now would we?” A sharp, clawed finger drags down her chest leaving a deep groove in its wake, a high pitch staticky moan escaping the robot's mouth. “Such a precious droid.” Her tail snaking around the bot's leg, “Not a siren's usual prey but I think you'll do nicely darling.” Another claw tears across her metallic thigh, causing a jolt of synthetic pain and pleasure to surge through her system. A hand grabs her head and pulls her face forward, her lips finding the sirens mouth. The siren grins wickedly against the robot’s mouth before snaking a long slender tongue down her synthetic throat, muffled robotic moaning escaping from around its length. Another sharp scrape down her back tearing away more of her outer plating, unable to speak, her screen flickers before a message displays across it “f….u….c…k”. The sirens lips smile against the bots mouth again as she watches her struggle to process all the signals her system is sending: her cooling fans struggling to keep up, the warm water not able to dissipate the heat quickly enough, warning signals flickering inside her mind as she diverts more power away from her processors to her cooling fans desperately trying to avoid a system shut down.

“Is the pretty bot gonna shut down for me?” The siren coos, her tongue withdrawing as she presses herself into the metallic frame of her prey. “You’re so pretty when you’re about to overheat, Bot.” 

Five deep claws then pierce deep into the robots back, pulling the jagged metal down to her hip. Thousands of signals speed through her wires all reaching her centre at the same time, the electrical overload surging through her body, triggering all her failsafes at once. The last thing she sees before going dark is the smirking siren as her systems shut down to prevent permanent damage to her internals.

…

A spark. A spark is always the first thing she feels, something deep inside her beginning the boot process. Slowly, the warm feeling of her systems gaining power spreads throughout her chassis, her optical sensors begin to boot, her screen displaying a simple loading symbol. 

Dim light fills her vision, memories of the recent encounter replaying in her mind, blissful. A weight on her pelvis pulls her back to reality, eyes shooting down, she sees the siren straddling her hips, tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she focuses deeply on repairing the sharp cuts in her chassis. She pauses briefly, noticing the bot powering up.

 “Hi Baby, I'm almost done here, how ya feeling?” The robot tries to speak but nothing comes out, a series of symbols display her frustration. “$#@!%”

“It’s ok darling, speech is always the last one to reboot remember?” She puts her tools beside her and leans down, planting a gentle kiss on the robot's screen. 

“How about I finish fixing the damage we caused and then you tell me all about what you’ve been up to?” The bot smiles gently and nods, her screen lighting up displaying a symbol “<3”. The siren smiles deeply, leaning back up and grabbing her tools, “I missed you so much love, must have been what, twenty years since you were last here? Can't wait to hear everything.”

The robot rests her head back down onto the hard rock, smiling to herself. She has nowhere to call home, but the creature gently working on her chassis certainly feels like home….

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng]

Saw @cowgirlpolyamory 's post and wanted to take a shot at writing it from the robots perspective, one of my first attempts at writing so pls be nice, i will cry if ur mean to me <3

oh and @ceo-of-lesbians if u wanna read

Following a mechanic girl into their workshop, laying down on their workbench 

My screen watching intently as they slowly removed my external plating, my internals exposed under her gayze, everything exposed and laid out bare, the gentle humming of my fans slowly growing louder, my faceplate growing warmer at the vulnerability.

My limbs go limp as she swiftly disconnects the cables powering them, i watch carefully as she works to unfasten bolts one by one around one of my motors, placing them somewhere out of view, time passes slowly, my internal clock ticking as the minutes go by, more parts being removed slowly and gently with love and care.

As she works I feel more parts removed, my internals taken out and placed gently like she’s recreating my schematics. Slowly more and more parts are taken until I feel my sensors disconnect, unable to see her work but still feeling all of it as I'm laid bare on the workbench.

I feel her watching my parts as they hum and whir beneath her, she looks over my chassis for what feels like an eternity, my systems connected to some sort of cooling system but i feel the heat rising across my parts, impossibly flustered under her touch.

After what feels like forever, slowly cables begin to reconnect, wires find their homes and bolts tighten into place, my entire system being rebuilt perfectly, a soft tender touch to every movement, my motors sparking to life, my vision is the last system restored, light beaming into my screen as its slowly converted into signals my processors can understand. Staring down at my body, completely identical to how it was when I came in hours before. Running diagnostics reveals that I am running just as well as I was before, no changes, but something has changed. All my parts have been handled with love and care, my entire system taken, loved and cared for before being rebuilt from memory. The intimacy forever being written into my memory.