Chimaerical love
Author's Notes: This is the first story I have ever written for this site. It was a weird dream I had and afterward I felt like I had to write it down. I hope you guys enjoy it.
The story is ©Ara Elkins, 2008
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He kept screaming, over and over.
"What is left of me?"
"What have you done to me?"
Sometimes it was just an animal howl.
Sometimes it would crack, break down into broken sobbing, mumbled "God... Oh God..."s.
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She sashayed down the walkway, her metal hooves clanging on the pierced steel flooring. Her hydraulic limbs hissed and gleamed in the cascades of sparks that sometimes fell from the flickering lights. The pale flesh of her shapely buttocks transitioned into an angry red where it joined her metal hips. Stitches and scars wound upward across the skin of her torso past the hissing breathing ports stapled into her back. Red, raw, infected-looking flesh surrounding the smooth steel shoulder blades, the gleaming, hissing metal arms that also swayed seductively as she walked. Tubes and wires snaked out of her knobby spine, over the pale, taut flesh covering the back of her head into the mass of wires and machinery that obscured her face completely. The speaker beneath the iron grille set centrally into her face crackled as she hummed cheerfully.
The bulkhead door in front of her squealed and rained rust as it rose slowly into the ceiling. Sirens bellowed and yellow and red alarm lights swept over her body in alternating patterns as she placed one hoof, slowly, smoothly in front of the other, entering the tiny room.
The wall in front of her was a mass of tubes, clamps, wires, pistons, lights and gears. He was suspended in the center of it. He had no arms or legs. The bloody, sutured stumps were covered in a mass of wires, tubes and armatures as if he were slowly sinking into the chaos of the wall behind him. A heavy metal brace was riveted onto his muscular torso and thick, translucent tubes heavy with colorful fluids descended from holes punched into this abdomen, gurgling and belching as they passed fluids back and forth between his abdominal cavity and the wall behind him.
His gray fur, white under his muzzle and down his chest and belly, was stained in places with oil or blood, and had the dull, unhealthy cast of sickness. His golden eyes widened in terror as he saw her, a low whine escaping from his muzzle.
"I love you," her speaker hissed, "Oh, God, I love you!" Her speaker distorted and squeaked as her volume increased. The pressure plates on her left hand depressed with audible clicks as she pressed them into the yielding flesh of his torso.
He whimpered. "Oh god, oh god. What the fuck is this? Oh god..." His words trailed off into pitiful sobbing.
"Love me," she crooned, her speaker popping. She pressed painfully against him, rubbing her mismatched, sutured-on breasts against his fur. Blood trickled from beneath the rivets on his brace. He could only whimper. His urine was pumped out of his yielding bladder into the wall behind him.
"Love me." She raised her right arm, a chittering, whirring, tentacular mass of saws, clamps, hoses, and machinery, and propped it on the wall above his head with a heavy thump, resting her metal armpit against his furry shoulder. Tiny armatures drifted down from the bulk of the machinery and delicately caressed his ears and the top of his head.
"Love me," crackling, plaintive. He tried to escape that smell of metal, oil and organic decay that clung to her. He flattened his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He pressed his head sideways into the wall behind him, a constant whine he was no longer aware of escaping from his muzzle. He had no bowels to void.
"Oh, yes," that mechanical parody of organic speech. Her left hand grabbed his muzzle, clicking as the plates depressed. She used her thumb and index finger to pry his mouth open. "Yes! Yes!" her speaker popped and barked and she slammed the metal grille onto his open mouth. She twisted it painfully against him. He tasted blood and rust, felt the vibrations of her distorted screams rattle his teeth. His nose, lips and gums were bloody and raw in a matter of seconds.
"Mmmm..." it was a rusty purr. Thick metal tentacles from her right arm draped languidly across his muzzle, snaking around and over it, holding his head in place. It barely moved as he tried to close his mouth, turn his head away. She leaned away from him, easing the pressure on his chest, as her left hand trailed slowly down his throat, across his collarbone, descending over his chest, lower, lower, across his abdomen, tracing circles around one of his intake ports. He whimpered loudly.
"Let me get ready for you..." Her head canted sharply to the side with a thump as a tiny hydraulic ram inside her faceplate engaged hormone systems inside her brain. A few seconds later, there was a sharp tap as oily fluid slowly dripped onto the metal floor from between her legs.
Her left hand descended further. There was an involuntary shudder of horror from him as her hand caressed his unresponsive sheathe, his balls tucked tightly against his body. She slowly ran one finger up and down it, cupped and fondled his scrotum with her cold,
metal hands. His whine became a keening wail of terror.
"Love me!" she screeched. He could not press farther away from her. "Love me!" her movements became sharp, businesslike. A small hydraulic arm rose up from the mass of machinery that was her right arm and traced a circle with its laser around his left ear. There was the stench of burning fur and the smell of crisping flesh as a thin trail of smoke wafted upwards. He tried to scream, but the thicker tentacles in his mouth choked the sound out before it was truly formed. Clamps from another arm grasped the top of his ear, and with a sharp tug and a horrid, wet, rip tore it and the circle of hide around it free. His high-pitched keening wail was barely muffled. A trio of arms, each tipped by a small whirring drill bored into his skull. His wail rose in pitch, matching the scream of metal against bone.
"I will make you love me!" she screamed. Three tiny electrodes were inserted through the holes, into the soft tissue of his brain. He began to choke and sob. His penis stiffened. "Yes," she cooed, "Now you love me, yes." Her speech trailed off into crackling feedback. Her air intakes hissed sharply as she inhaled. There was a clang as she propped her right leg against the wall. The air intakes sighed, her speaker crackling in distorted pleasure, as she put his penis inside of her. He began sobbing. Snot dripped out of his bloody nose. She gyrated slowly against him. He began to cry. She began to move faster, more violently. He continued to sob. She thrashed and squirmed in ecstasy. A cacophony of wretched sobbing, distorted screeching, the grinding of metal on metal, and the wet, sucking sounds of organic pleasure echoed from the room.
"I'm ready!" she screamed. The probes buried in his brain writhed, her head jerked again as she initiated her climax. They both screamed, a mesh of pleasure and horror. Fluids spattered thickly onto the flooring. Her mechanical, broken sigh and his nasal whine both faded into a silence, punctuated only by small scrapes as she adjusted herself and the slow hiss of her breathing.
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Her head was pressed into the soft fur in the shallow of his neck. Several minutes had passed and neither had spoken. She moved off of him. More fluids splattered onto the flooring. "One day," she sighed, "one of them will love me." He did not respond. He hung there, slack, eyes glazed. More systems engaged, but did not seem to be aware of what was happening around him. She turned and left, the bulkhead door sliding down, slowly obscuring more and more of her body as she sauntered down the walkway, glistening, a series of metal clangs receding into the distance. After his encounter, there was nothing left for him. She had used him as she wished, and then he was a zombie.