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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…

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If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

#amity's writing #smut #robots #eldritch horror

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 1 month

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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

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 1 month

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I can tell when you look me up and down and silently judge me for dressing fem.

I can tell when you talk to me less while I'm obviously dressed like a girl.

I can tell how much you hate me casually mentioning my being trans.

I can tell how much you wish this had never happened.

Voting against me isn't support.

Jokes about hating anyone like me isn't support.

Saying you support me but not "my ideology" isn't support.

Sometimes I wish you'd just disown me...

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 2 months

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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

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 2 months

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there's a mini golf course near me that's inside a botanical gardens and i really wanna take a pretty girl there one day.

goofing around playing mini golf, talking shit and laughing at anything and everything.

admiring all the beautiful plants and the gorgeous scenery, seeing all the lil bugs and critters just hanging out.

being super fake competitive while i try my hardest to make her laugh.

finishing at the cute lil restaurant they have at the end, going to get something else if its no good.

finish the night by heading to the beach to watch the sunset over the water, stare up at the stars as we fall back onto the sand.

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 2 months

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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.

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 3 months

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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

#amity's writing #smut #robots #chronic pain #lovey dovey

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 3 months

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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

#amity's writing #smut #robots #t4t #transgender

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl-wr1t1ng · 4 months

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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.

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

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hehe thanks cutie <3

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.

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Badly Damaged

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

“Sam!”

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

“Vic!”

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Initialising emergency boot protocol

Booting safe mode

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“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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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.

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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….

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