My Little Pony - Commission
Commission for Technophile34.
The steps of Adagio's gold studded boots rang through the warehouse, the sound lifting over dust that hanged in the air. Age-old drywall lined the warehouse, a family of mice having nested and chewed their way through many of the walls and wood studs. Steel in the shape of light-weight paper and oblong wires scattered across the dampened, concrete floor.
As Adagio pondered through the abandoned mess, her golden hair and shimmering yellow and metal skin turned to a dull gray in the shadow of the building.
"Hmm," she murmured softly to herself, her lips playing out a longer note as she reminisced about music in the back of her mind. She crossed over a stack of faded papers before her eyes caught onto something she admired.
"Aha," she exclaimed. Her clumped, waves of hair caught on wires as she rushed to approach the object, the wires tangling themselves in her frizzy hair and pulling on her scalp. She bent down and used her glove to wipe off the mirror.
"There," she said to her reflection in the mirror, oblivious to whoever else may be within earshot of her. "Now I can see that gorgeous face of mine." She smirked, tracing her shin with her fingers as she posed dashingly for herself. Viewing her partially mechanical body in the mirror pleased her, and there was just enough light from the sliver of the moon to highlight her glossed finish.
As she finished fluffing her hair and pursing her lips to replicate a kissable pose, she took notice of a peculiar looking mechanical arm that appeared to be pointing straight towards her in the reflection. Adagio immediately pivoted on her feet, her hair following suit and whipped over her shoulders.
"Talk about run down," she hissed, briskly walking towards it.
As she neared, she examined the arm which had two hinges and a needle-nose pin at the end of it. On the side were faintly engraved words.
"Printing," Adagio whispered out loud, running her finger over the cool metal as she read.
She followed the arm to the rest of the machine, which was about the size of a small broom closet, though it towered over Adagio by two feet at the lowest. Wandering around the printing machine for a closer look, Adagio began to tinker with stiff buttons and rusted levers, but to no avail she couldn't get the printer to function.
With her arms crossed at the base of the printer, she let out a "humph," and shrugged.
"Guess it wasn't meant to be, the stupid thing," she said flatly, her interest no longer peaked from the old printer. "It would have been nice to take back to the band and make a new belt buckle or something, but whatever."
Having decided that the printer was garbage, Adagio made for another corner of the room. It was at that moment that she felt a gushing motion through her chest as a needle-nose extractor plunged through her and tore the skin above her right breast.
She was sure her mouth was already open, but she couldn't bring herself to let out a scream. She could feel the mechanical fluid from her body already soaking her shirt. Completely helpless, she stationed herself on her tiptoes and grasped at the arm and needle that had sliced its way through her mechanical structure with ease. Her body was beginning to go numb and quiver silently as the fresh wound daunted her, exhaustion feeding its way through her veins. Electrical shocks spat out randomly in all directions and she could have sworn her vision was starting to go hazy. Just as she could see the corners of her eyelids darkening, her body crumpled to the floor as the printer's arm forcefully removed itself.
As she lay at the feet of the printer she could feel each drop of fluid that bounced delicately over her skin as it rained from the extractor. She was struggling to swallow a whimper when the arm flew past her, a draft making her shiver more intensely. As she peaked up from the floor, Adagio could see that the arm was nestled into some other components, and for the time being she was safe. She gripped her breast with one hand where the arm had punctured her and pulled herself up with the other, making a mad dash towards the exit.
Her heart plunged as she felt a sharp piece of metal crash down over her body, leaving her motionless on the floor. Within seconds, she heard a loud buzzing noise and beeps from a machine. Though her head was pounding from hitting the floor and all she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep, she rolled over onto her back and faced the printer, whose arm was twitching and pointed in her face.
"Who knew you could roll around, you damned machine," she spat. The machine seemed to understand, as it aggressively stabbed her again, this time in her abdomen undoing a vast majority of her wiring.
Adagio writhed under the torture of the extractor, her body flailing as she short circuited. As her body went limp, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she saw a flat piece of metal the size of a king's bed flash before her. Before she could protest, the mechanical arm sliced her body in half with it, shattering her pelvic area. Adagio writhed in pain as she felt the metal slicing into her exterior and tearing into her flesh.
Adagio lost track of how long the printing machine continued to devastate her body. She had already lost most of her vitals, and her circuit board was bound to fail any minute.
Just as fast as the printer had demolished her genuine good looks, it had left Adagio to leave this world in despair. Adagio darted her eyes back and forth from one corner to another of the room, however she couldn't pinpoint the machine.
She sputtered and rolled over onto her side using her arms as aids as a mass of fluid poured from her throat. Adagio was breathing heavy now, and she could feel her remaining limbs beginning to contract. She used her last remaining strength to crawl, slowly making her way across the room pushing glass and metal shards out of the way as she did.
She found herself in front of the mirror before her body collapsed in front of it. Adagio looked at her poor reflection in the mirror, her half body clinging to life as wires hung down in a pool of dark, sticky fluid. Grasping at the loose wires, she tried to stuff them back into her body but she just couldn't get them to work. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts trail across her mind.
"Bzzt," she heard, as her body startled into an upright position. Her heart thudded against her chest as she glanced around the room, but the printer was still nowhere in sight. She looked down at her waist and saw a flicker of electricity from two of the wires that were almost touching. She shook her head in disgust, seeing her hands covered in her own sticky fluid and the mess she had gotten into.
Glancing into the mirror, she let out a lousy smirk and brought her hands to her chest, ignoring the large gap above her right breast. Determined to enjoy herself before the lights permanently went out, she closed her eyes and imagined her body, covered in her dark, sticky fluid rubbing against her thighs and her breasts.
As she let her thoughts trail off, Adagio pinched and pulled at her soft nipples, her clothing having been shred to pieces from the printer. Adagio bit a part of her lip as her hands groped the underside of her breasts, feeling their plumpness. The thick fluid from her insides coated her hands and fingers, letting them slide all over her breast.
Adagio imagined how it would feel if her legs were still attached. She would rub her thighs against one another, eager for her hands to travel further. She would squeeze her thighs in excitement and arch her back so that her breasts would be high up in the air. She would spread her legs and rub her clitoris until she bucked and moaned in response, taking in the sweet aroma of her sweat and let it cover her body before she'd plunge one of her fingers inside of her wet pussy. While rotating her hips and thrusting them forward, she'd continue to rub her clitoris in motions with her other hand, until both hands were harmoniously pleasuring her. She would stop rubbing her clitoris and return to rubbing her breasts against one another, taking both nipples between her fingers and pulling them until her breasts were pressed up against one another. Then she would bounce on her back and watch as her breasts would jump up and down in response. Her nipples would ache from the pain and she would grunt as she continued to finger fuck herself. As she would get close to climaxing she would flip onto her stomach and begin to finger fuck herself again, inserting another finger each time she switched positions. As she would bend over into doggy position, she would examine her ass and how toned it was, and how much she would like to see it bounce with her.
As Adagio continued her fantasy in her mind, she did the same in front of the mirror, her body dancing to her own rhythm in the reflection. When Adagio opened her eyes, she watched herself in the mirror and increasingly got turned on. She watched as her breasts bounced to her rhythms and how her chest would buck forward every time that she would think about rubbing her clitoris.
Noticing a fairly large, loose wire on the ground, Adagio grabbed it and lubed it up with her juices, coating it in thick, dark fluid that ran down the spine of the cord and drizzled onto her fingers. Still turned on from the images in her mind, Adagio opened her mouth and began sucking on the large wire, ignoring the metal pieces as they scraped against the interior of her mouth and threatened to stab her. She took no notice of the pain as she swirled her tongue around the wire, licking it from its shaft to its neck and up over the tip. She made a point of sucking on the interior cord of the wire, her eyes peaking up at her reflection that showed a desperately horny girl. She let a line of saliva trail from the wire to her lips after releasing it and set it in between her breasts. She used her mouth to suck on the tip again as she proceeded to rub her breasts over the wire. She let her juices lube her soft flesh like silk as she sped up her pace. The wire scratched at her breasts and poked them as she continued, letting her breasts get wildly prodded by the wire. She just couldn't stop. It was as if after having her wires be ripped out of her like she was an entirely new person, one that desired sexual intimacy and roughness. Soft, whimpering moans escaped her throat.
Feeling her sexual tension start to break, Adagio began to pull on her nipples again, feeding into her imagination and envisioning her rubbing her clitoris again. As she pinched and pulled harder, she could imagine her fingers speedily caressing her clitoris, making her body jump in agony and pleasure. Adagio was panting loudly, waiting for the right moment. She harshly kept her eyes closed, her eyelids unbearably tight as she was about to reach her climax.
Adagio opened her eyes and watched in the mirror as she let out a loud moan, her radiant voice echoing throughout the warehouse. Her body was coated with a mixture of sweet scents and intoxication, her lips were dry and bleeding from the harsh wires. She relaxed her torso on the floor and let darkness swoop in.