Prompt Post Round 1
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The robot whizzed around to glare at her stouter companion, who was busy attempting to balance one of the four-legged contraptions that were so common in the abandoned offices of Aperture on top of his head. She turned back to the assortment of papers that she had been rifling through. GLaDOS had dumped them both here whilst she oversaw some upgrades to the dissassembely machine. The constant rebuilding had, apparently, driven it to the robotic equivalent of rocking back and forth in a corner whilst weeping. In the meantime, they under strict instructions not to die. Having been unable to follow those instructions, they were now being kept away from the bottomless pits, crushers, lasers, turrets...
Another clang made her jump, again. Atlas threw out an apologetic whir, and P-body threw a book at him. It hit him squarely in the optic intake and fell open at his feet.
She turned back to the box of papers and was surprised to find a face staring up at her.
“Gesturing wildly, she pulled Atlas over to the box and pointed at the face. Was it a human? It looked a little similar to the Dangerous Mute Lunatic they had seen on the elevator, though it wasn’t wearing a jumpsuit or a labcoat like all of the other human pictures they had seen. Atlas gave the glossy paper a cautious poke.
The publication, centuries old by now, tore beneath his finger. P-body whined in disapproval, and pointed from Atlas to the floor. He sat obediently.
And so, they began looking through the box in an odd kind of show and tell. There were brightly coloured images, scenes showing the world outside of the labs, and lots and lots of pictures of people. P-body would hold a picture up, and Atlas mimicked it. A picture of a woman and a baby, he cradled a computer keyboard in his arms. P-body chuckled. A picture of a sunset, he grabbed the orange Portal Device and repeatedly shot the yellow portal into her face until she snatched it back. Sometimes there would be a picture of more than one person, and they would collaborate.
The box was almost empty. P-Body held up a picture of a child sitting on top of some kind of squat, hairy creature. Gleefully, Atlas ran back to the four legged contraption and attempted to get it to balance on his head again. P-Body’s amber eye narrowed. She dropped the picture and fished out the last sheet of paper.
This was an odd one. She held it at arms length and rotated it, burbling curiously. These humans had forgotten their pretend-skins. Odd.
She beckoned Atlas over and handed the delicate material to him. He squinted at it.
“Ouuu?”
“Perbehreh.”
“Ouuuuuuuhhmm...”
Atlas pointed to the laying-down human, and then to P-Body. She took the hint, lowering herself to the floor and spreading her legs. Atlas knelt between them.
Well, this was boring. The humans looked like they were enjoying it, though. Maybe they were doing it wrong? Atlas peered back at the page, which had now settled on the floor. The on-top person was gripping the bottom-person’s legs. Maybe...
He slipped his hands beneath P-body’s metallic thighs and pulled her closer. Their chassis’ collided with a loud clang.
Nothing. Atlas shrugged.
P-body giggled at the noise, clutching her midsection and vibrating a little, which only made them clang louder. She giggled harder, caught in a feedback loop. Atlas watched quizzically.
“Huuuuuu!” He pulled her chassis closer again and held it against himself as she exploded into shuddering, robotic laughter. He hadn’t seen her laugh like that before. Faulty wiring, maybe.
His hand slipped on her thigh as she squirmed, and collided with the inner workings of her hip joint. All laughter stopped. She stared up and him, wide eyed, and he jerked his hand away with an apologetic murmur.
She just stared. It was a little disconcerting. He rolled his main body around in it’s frame, attempting to provoke a response.
Slowly, she reached out a slender hand and took his wrist. Guided it back to her hip joint. He beeped curiously.
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He brushed his finger over them, causing them to bend a little.
P-Body stiffened beneath him. Her back arched, and she let out a soft purr.
“Hoooou?”
“Praaahnah!” She pulled him closer and grabbed his arm, jerking it downwards to tough that spot again. Her ocular shutter closed and she whirred lowly in a way that could only be described as a moan.
Atlas gently touched her again. She mewled and thrusted into his hand, desperate for more. Atlas kindly obliged before curiously reaching down to touch himself in the same place, unable to stop watching his partner squirm. His efforts were rewarded with a clang. The positioning of the leg joints apparently made it impossible to do to himself.
Well, they were nothing if not quick learners. He took P-Body’s hand (she didn’t seem to notice) and shoved it into his joint.
His vision distorted as his processors became overloaded with sensory input. It was more pleasurable than the artificial happiness administered when they completed a test. More intense than being dismantled. He could only beep as any concerns for the wellbeing of his circuitry paled into the background of this new sensation.
P-Body noticed his slowed movements and now watched her friend, shuddering and vulnerable in her hand. She twisted the wires between her fingers, and he completely stiffened up, causing him to touch her more roughly. She whined loud enough that it echoed throughout the abandoned office and grabbed him by the elbow with her free hand, forcing him to thrust in and out of the joint whilst her other hand did the same to his. The sensory input built between them until there was nothing else, only two friends and the euphoria of stimulation.
Atlas cracked an eye open and looked down to her, and she gazed back. He trailed his free hand down her side, from eye level to the other joint in her hip. She moaned again. He stuck his hand in.
“Nyaaaaaah...” She cried shrilly, and convulsed beneath him. This was different, this was- she stuck her other hand into his free joint and suddenly his vision completely disappeared with a loud ping.
There was only the feeling, like floating through an excursion funnel of pure bliss and warmth. Their systems peaked, and one by one their functions overloaded with data and shut off.
When P-Body rebooted, Atlas was still powered down and kneeling between her legs. She sat up sluggishly and waited for her body to warm up.
It didn’t take long for Atlas to join her. He began to whir as his body kicked back into life and blue pooled back into his ocular input. He blinked a few times. She waved at him.
Slowly and deliberately, Atlas reached out to embrace her. For once, she hugged him back.
GLaDOS was not very happy when they attempted a repeat experiment on the testing track, but they didn’t really mind.
(I've never written porn before, let alone robot porn so this is kinda terrible... Haha. But Atlas and P-Body need more love.)
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