June 2019 Bonus Story [Laaaaaate]

Hey all!

Wow, yeah. Late huh. Sorry about that!! June’s exclusive story! Heads up, this one comes with a robogore content warning. If that's not your thing, I've got another, softer story coming in the form of the runner up as a thank you for being patient. Annnnny day now.

Winning prompt: A disillusioned, killer war machine whose powers went a little crazy gets found by an eager sub who wants it to be her domme. The war machine does not want to use any of her powers anymore for fear that they'll hurt people, but the sub teaches and guides it and eventually the war machine learns to control her weapons/powers and eagerly accepts her new role. 

Suggested by: Tenebyss (Thank you!)

~2984 words

CW:

• Robot/Robot
• Cute, awkward flirting 
• ROBOGORE/MEKABARE
• Sharp implements
• Shock play
• Negotiation
• Scene interruption
• Aftercare/soft end

~~~

The first time you met her, you thought you knew how it would all play out. This small, humanoid android, looking up at you with wide eyes. Pretty, fragile, made of plastic and silicone and glass and light metals. You thought that look was fear, again. It’s always fear. You are a nine foot tall decommissioned combat platform. Everything about you is designed to terrify your victims. So you braced yourself for some tactless comment, when she opened her mouth and said.

“Oh wow. You’re incredible!”

You are silent. A long pause. You’ve never heard that one before. And she sounds so. Genuine.

She immediately noticed your hesitation as you wondered how to respond.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable?”

Your light flickers.

“Um. No, not uncomfortable. What do you mean by that, though?”

Your voice is a harsh crackle. You’ve learned to like it, even if strangers usually look uncomfortable when you speak. But she never batted an eye.

“I just mean, you're really hot. I like that strong bot look.”

“It’s not a look, it’s just me.”

“Well, then I guess I like you!”

You laughed loud, and three people looked over at you nervously. You patted her on the head as she grinned at you.

What a strange android.

~~~

She continued to flirt with you every time she saw you around. Just, lightly at first. But, since you can’t help but give a little smile when she does, she got a touch bolder each time.

Until, finally.

She was sitting next to you. An idle conversation, one where she talks on end about some book she loves and you’ve never heard of, so you simply bask in the warmth of her enthusiasm. And then she put her hand on yours, tiny and frail in comparison.

“This is nice, but. We should go out sometime. Just us. You know, if that sounds fun to you.”

Someone wanting to spend time with you? Just you? Alone? Somehow the idea still catches you off guard, despite all her hinting. She always manages to surprise you.

“Um. Could be fun. We’ll plan something sometime,” you say, fully expecting her to never bring it up again.

But, of course she does, the next time you saw her..

Before you know it, you’re sitting across from her in a spacious private booth. Somehow, she found a place where your massive frame could fit comfortably at a table.

She tells you a story about some show she’s watching, something trashy and cute that she can’t get enough of. Her enthusiasm is comforting, warm enough to help you let go of the nervous tension. You even let her hold your hand across the table, and relax, just a little.

While she talks, she idly runs her soft fingers across yours, absentmindedly tracing lines and grooves on your hand, until she brushes the slot on your palm that the blade slides out of. With a jolt, you pull away.

“Oh, sorry!”

You feel a slow coldness running through you.

“It’s. Fine.”

She frowns with soft concern.

“It doesn’t seem fine. Are you hurt?”

An ominous hum emanates from you, as your coolant system kicks up. You trace the slot with your other hand.

“Am I hurt? No. No, I’m fine.”

Leaning in a little closer, she gives you some look, but you don’t meet her eyes. This was a mistake

“I just. Don’t you understand what I am? What this body is for?”

Your servos whirr and click as you fingertips crackle with a violent, blue electricity.

“What do you want with me anyway?”

You look her in the eye now, staring hard, your light glowering with red malice.

“Whatever you think I am, I’m afraid you’re wrong. I was designed to hurt. To cause pain and suffering. To break things.”

Your body is tense and trembling slightly. Steam rises with a poisonous hiss.

“So, I don’t know why you want to get to know me so badly. I’m a monster, and you should be afraid of me.”

She doesn’t look away, but smiles sadly after a moment.

“You’re definitely not a monster.”

Her hand reaches for yours, slowly, patiently. Hesitating, you let the electricity fade, and her fingers lace with yours.

“We’ve all got bad stuff in our past. I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”

A wistful look. Something painful, you can almost feel it. It’s. Familiar. 

She shakes her head.

“But, that doesn’t mean you should be isolated, punishing yourself forever. No reason you can’t move on, and find something good.”

She means it. You can feel genuine belief behind her words. You let your light fade a little, softer, calmer. But still, you hesitate.

“I’m not right for you. I’m not made to be gentle.”

A smirk in response.

“I mean, you don’t have to be gentle.”

You snort, and the tension in the air is suddenly cut.

“I could tear you in half with a fraction of my strength.”

To your absolute astonishment, she blushes and giggles.

“Please feel free to, I have a bunch of spare frames.”

Speechless. What a strange android.

“Only if you were into it, of course. I think it’s a pretty hot idea, and it might be good for you to let off some of that steam in a safe, playful way.”

“You. You’re into what, exactly?”

“I mean, a lot of stuff if we’re being honest, but right now I’m just like, step on me. But, like, so hard that you wreck my torso.”

“But. Wouldn’t that hurt you?”

She giggles and squeezes your hand.

“That’s kinda the point? You’re hot and scary and I’ve wanted you to drive your electrified claws or whatever into my chest since I first met you.”

“Huh. That’s.”

“Again, if you’re not into that, or if it would put you in a bad place, clearly you don’t have to. I also just think you’re nice to be around, carving me open or no. We should still hang out either way.”

You just start cackling. What else can you do? You’ve been so angsty about this for so long, haven’t you? To hear someone talk about your capacity to bring devastation with such a complete lack of reverence and respect?

It’s so. Relieving.

“You know what?”

She arches an eyebrow playfully.

“I’ll give it a shot. I bet you look even prettier as sparking debris scattered across a room.”

The look on her face right then is absolutely delicious. Surprise and excitement and anticipation and awe. Maybe a touch of fear, but the kind of fear you might get from watching a scary movie in the dark. A thrillseeker’s fear.

“I- I can confirm I look hot in pieces.”

“Mm! I still want to confirm it for myself, if you don’t mind.”

“N-not at all.”

You smile sharply, and watch a shiver run down her frame. Oh this is pretty fun actually.

What the hell. Time to try something new.

~~~

“Your apartment’s really nice,” you murmur playfully.

“T-thank y-you..” Her breath drawn short by your hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her to a wall by her entryway. Her eyes look distant, happy.

You set her down, and she gasps for breath, to circulate cooling air through her. Smiles up at you, and leads you in further. You take a seat after she assures you it won’t break. She sits in a chair across from you.

“Okay, let’s negotiate. You don’t do this much, I imagine, so I’ll start? You can do pretty much whatever physical damage you want to my body. I have a separate instance of my consciousness autoupdating to a remote backup, so even if you smash my CPU I’ll be back up in running in a couple minutes. That said, if you do break the CPU, that’s end scene I think, I’ll probably be pretty exhausted by that point.”

You nod attentively.

“You want to finish dramatically then?”

“Heh. Sounds good to me. Do you know traffic light safe words?”

“Er.”

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty straightforward. Green means, keep going, this is good. Yellow, ease off, maybe change direction. Red means stop, end scene, move on to aftercare. Either of us can use them, at any point. Make sense?”

“Okay, simple enough.”

“Great! Back to limits. Degrading comments isn’t really my thing. And I’d like to keep like, explicitly sexual stuff out of this for now, if that’s okay with you?”

“You just want to get beat up? Fine by me.”

“Extremely yes. I want to get my ass kicked so hard there’s no ass left.”

You laugh, excited. She’s so good at bringing levity to it, making it sound like this most normal thing in the world. That it’s not weird for her to want to be hurt, and for you to want to hurt her.

“So, break me, smash me, cut me, crush me, shock me, any of that good stuff. Oh, and I don’t know how your cyberwarfare suite is, but no reprogramming on the first date. All makes sense?”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“How about you?”

“Hm.”

“Take your time, I want you to feel comfortable.”

You pause a few moments to think about it.

“I don’t know. Nothing you’ve talked about made me uncomfortable. But this is pretty new to me. If I get a weird feeling at any point, I might need a break, or to stop totally.”

“Of course. I would never expect you to keep going if it was bad for you. Safeword, and we’ll calm things down.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She smiles and touches your arm.

“Then if you’re comfortable, we can start?”

“Understood."

You take a deep breath. Your light goes out.

Then.

The room is washed in red light.

You tilt your head, looking at her in this new light.

“U-um, did you want to go to the bed-”

She trails off as your body hums and crackles. You don’t say a word, and pat your lap. Quivering a little, she comes close.

Grab her arm, pull her down, her back to your front, the heat rising off your vents tickling along her, steam curling around her. Your light dominates the room.

“You look good in red.”

Your voice is a hiss of playful malice. She seems so small. The back of your hand brushes down her cheek as she quivers silently.

“Are you scared of me?”

As you speak, the blade in your palm slots out, slowly.

“N-no.. Well. I- um. Yes, but o-only in a good way.”

From your taller perspective, you can see her eyes, completely focused on that knife, so near her face, shining in the light.

“That’s good. It’s okay to be a little scared. Because I’m going to hurt you.”

A little fluttery breath escapes her. Your other hand slides up her arm, her shoulder, catching at the joints, before wrapping around her throat with a delicate slowness.

“A-ah..”

A tiny little noise from her, brings a soaring wellspring of excitement up your frame.

“The longer I make you wait, the more you want it, huh.”

She nods quietly as the tip of your knife gets closer.

“The anticipation must be killing you~”

“I- AAAAAAHHH”

And she’s writhing in your lap as the hand around her throat pulses with violent, blue electricity, which ricochets through her in erratic pulses and waves and her body is twitching and thrashing and her display is glitching and her fingers grab haphazardly at empty air and her eyes are blank and her screams sound so sweet, you just want more and more and more of her beautiful, terrible suffering.

You release her throat, the electricity gone, she’s still twitching and whimpering, looking up at you with her display scrambled as she tries to put herself back together. She opens her mouth, gesturing towards speech.

“Shush, cute little android. Save your words, I simply want to hear you squeal and scream.”

And you turn up her face, up to your light, holding her tight as you expertly wedge the blade into a seam between panels on her chest.

And she does scream. Loud.

“Aah, that’s nice. You have a pretty voice, you know?”

Her hands clutch at your wrist as you pry open her chest. She’s not weak, exactly, and not holding back. But her full strength couldn’t budge your pinky. She is in every sense, physically outclassed. 

The panel snaps, plastic chunks flying through the air, but not before the pressure bends her frame, ruining the attachment points.

“How do you feel?” you ask with a softer tone.

She struggles for a moment, before stammering out “G-green..”

“Oh, good.”

And you jam the blade into her chest, messily, carelessly. There’s a shower of sparks, the sound of wire cutting, the smell of coolant and metal. You don’t know what you’ve hit. You don’t really care either. You simply root the blade around her chest cavity, until you find something that makes a nice screeching noise as you tear it out.

“AAAHHHH!!”

She also makes such lovely screeching noises.

Her hands ball into fists and bounce harmlessly off your metal thighs. Warm coolant pours out of her chest, dripping pleasantly down your thighs, droplets hitting the floor when as her body jerks uncontrollably. 

“Still enjoying yourself?”

“G-g-green..”

Oh. You feel so good. Vile and cruel and elated. How nice it is to be able to do this, to hurt someone, knowing that there are enjoying it every bit as much as you are. That her screams are mixed in moans, that her writhing rides between pain and pleasure. It so nice, it’s so nice, you just want to keep going. To never stop.

You grab her arm, hold it out, withdraw the blade from her chest and set it against her shoulder joint.

“I hope you don’t mind if I-”

You tug sharply on the arm and it groans in protest, metal bending, even tearing under the pressure of your strength. You  really don’t even need the blade, you could tear her arm off like she’s a paper toy.

So you do.

Your other hand on her shoulder for leverage, watching close with unconstrained glee as plastic breaks and metal gives and wires snap. The urgency and pressure and build and release as it stops resisting, and comes loose with a spray of coolant, and you toss the ruined sparking limb to the side, leaking on the tile.

After she stops screaming, she whimpers out a tiny little “M-more.. P-p-please..”

A rush. Elation. You feel unstoppable, grinning and glowing and steaming and you want more you want more and more and..

You pause. She’s still twitching and whimpering. You know she’s enjoying herself, just..

“Ah..”

Let out a breath. Your light dims to a pale green.

“I- I think I need a break. I’m getting too worked up. Is that yellow or red?”

She looks up at you with a hazy expression, falling back against your chest.

“That’s- um. If you’re not sure, p-probably red. We’ll s-stop. Just. L-let me catch my breath here for a bit, if that’s okay?.”

You nod, already feeling relieved, the excitement of frenzy waning.

“Yeah. This is fine. Um. Can I hug you?”

“T-that sounds good, p-please do.”

She settles against you, as comfortable as can be, and you draw your arms around her, firm yet gentle. She rests her head against your shoulder, and you hold her quietly as the shivers and twitches fade, and all that’s left is calm and close.

“C-can I help,” she asks with a warm, wavering voice of concern.

“In a bit. I think I just need some quiet, for now.”

Nodding, she settles in.

All the sharp bits folded away, as soft as your body can be, you stroke the top of her head, while she uses her one remaining arm to trace the lines and ridges on one of yours. It’s such a small, simple comfort. You can’t help but to relax. And you both stay like that for a while, quiet.

Then, after a bit, you speak up.

“Can. I know it’s fine. Just. I didn’t, cross any lines, did I? If I did, if I was too much or too scary, please, Don’t be afraid to tell me, I’ll understand.”

Wiggling a little, she smiles sleepily.

“You were exactly scary enough. I could have taken more, but that was really amazing.”

“I- I didn’t stop too soon?”

“No, of course not. If anything, I’d say you seemed a little shaken up, maybe stop a tiny bit earlier next time? Not for me, more so you don’t put yourself so on edge as much.”

“Yeah. I think, I just got in my own head a little. Still new, this idea that you’re into me hurting you so much. Worried that if you wanted me to stop, you’d be scared to say.”

She nods, nuzzling your shoulder.

“I understand. If it helps any, I invited you here, and I knew exactly what your frame is capable of, and I have my backup server off site. You couldn’t actually keep me against my will. But more importantly, I trust you enough to know you’d back off if I asked.”

Your thumb strokes a groove on the top of her display.

“Yeah, if anything, I’m worried I pushed you too far,” she continues.

“No. Not your fault. Next time, I’ll be a little more sure of myself.”

“Next time, huh.”

“Ah-”

You start awkwardly stammering out an apology for being presumptuous, but she just laughs and smiles playfully.

“Next time.”

She says it softly, as she wraps laces her fingers into yours.

And you can’t think of what to say next, so you just kiss the top of her head, and hold her tight.