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Another day of searching. Another city found. Another primal detected.

This one lurked - or rather, flew - around the ruins of a massive juncture of power lines. Old electrical towers, consumed by centuries of weather and rust and many of them broken, dotted the area that would become the golem's next theater of war. Most that were intact were as tall as the golem, although considerably less sturdy.

Some of the broken power lines along the ground still bled intermittent sparks of electricity, a sign of some freak irregularity within their source. And up above them the primal soared, its body consuming the jolting power of any electricity it came across. The golem observed it "consuming" a chain of energy that leaped out to it from a dangling power line on the rim of one of the towers.

An electricity eater. Quite the anomaly.

This primal had the shape of a gryphon, albeit with his head and wings more closely resembling a vulture than an eagle. His wings were, however, of an unusual shade - or rather, series of shades - with the plumage varying from bright blue on the parts nearest the creature's core to dark green at the farthest tips. Every feathery tuft in between lay on a spectrum between those extremes, with shades of teal and turquoise in abundance. His body conspicuously lacked hair, with his leonine underbelly and hindquarters taking a golden color with areas of pinkish blush, presumably from bloodflow. His talonous front feet were rough and scaly like a bird's foot, but their color was a putrid green still different from any color on the spectrum of his wings. The vulture head had a brown flesh-tone but no feathers, and the brown extended down the top of the creature's neck and back, all the way to the tip of its hairless and tuftless tail. His balls hung where the golem could see, the orbs dangling low within a lengthy scrotum, while the cock hid unassumingly within its fleshy, naked sheath.

The gryphon had no idea who or what this golem was, nor did the golem understand him, but the Golem's power cores looked like food to the monster, and the monster identified as a primal to the golem's sensors. This immediately created an irreconcilable difference between them - one which would lead to battle very soon.

The golem stared hard at the circling gryphon before examining its current surroundings in greater detail, looking for something it could use to get at the gryphon without overcommitting to a high-speed jump. Throwing an electrical tower as a projectile seemed viable, although of only limited odds of success unless his flight pattern could be predicted with high accuracy, which thus far the golem lacked sufficient data to do. As a result, it continued its bird watching for some time, with the gryphon continuing to circle out of reach.

In the end, the gryphon struck first, flying smoothly by over the golem's head and letting out a screech that heralded the coming of an intense blast of electricity. The bolt fell like lightning from near the gryphon's body and crackled with great, jolting vibrations over the surface of Unit D's armored shell.

Unit D's armor possessed failsafes for grounding off unexpected surges of electricity from outside the golem's body, and so for the time being these lightning blasts served only to put a brief pause in the golem's behavior. However, the armor was already cracked in some places, and further damage sustained during this fight could predictably result in the primal injecting its electrical blasts into the less-protected parts of the golem's system with much greater ease. Unit D therefore concluded that a ranged combat approach was the most logical unless high speed could be activated to dispatch the beast quickly.

Further complication came mere moments later when the gryphon's flight path accelerated to quadruple its previous speed in the expanse of less than two seconds. Unit D's sensors tried to follow its movements but found this impossible without turning on its own high-speed combat mode, and before Unit D concluded that it had sufficient data to choose to do so, the gryphon barreled past it and ripped a deep gash in its chest armor.

A new site of damage. No - not a new site of damage. The gryphon had apparently had both the visual acuity and the physical accuracy necessary to pass its claw precisely through an already-damaged location. Unit D's chest armor now contained a vulnerability deep enough for a powerful enough electrical contact to be an issue, and as the gryphon wheeled around for another pass, more bolts of energy began to erupt from the sky, from the creature's wings, and even from the overhanging power lines on which it so often fed.

Unit D now entered high speed mode with what seemed like no other choice: it had to outmaneuver the gryphon somehow and execute some form of attack. With these goal-steps in mind, it dashed over to a rusty tower and unhinged it with ease before leaning back and heaving it forward, with the wide mesh of its base open toward the gryphon.

The bolts missed, but so did Unit D - not for want of accuracy in the latter case, but because the gryphon outmaneuvered the thrown object with such seamless agility. The rusty old tower landed several hundred meters away and broke into multiple pieces as it crashed down on the rubble of an old building.

Unit D's fast motion ended, and the golem settled into its relatively helpless role as a sitting duck for the gryphon's next pass. The claws swept by again at blinding speed, and it was all that Unit D could do to cover its clawed-open armor in self protection. To the frustration of the golem's objectives, the gryphon didn't used this defense as just another kind of attack opportunity: it swept abruptly around the golem's body as if turning on a dime, and dug its claws into the other side of the armor in a fresh spot. Unit D did not bother swinging one of its great fists, being perfectly capable of deducing that it would not have time to connect.

This pattern continued brutally for the next minute, with Unit D sustaining blow after blow to its plating - fending off some of the more critical hits, but usually suffering some lesser wound in return. It could do little to avoid the energy strikes besides holding its head or arms high and deliberately drawing the current in ways that favored its system's ability to cope with overload.

The next time high-speed came available, Unit D used it immediately to attempt a desperate leaping punch at the gryphon's genitals. The gryphon unsurprisingly evaded, being one of the only primals with a good enough reaction time to cope with Unit D's high-speed mode well at all. Fully aware that the attack had failed, Unit D made a second desperate attack against the gryphon's genitals by angling itself in such a way that it could vent a blast from its reactors toward the creature's crotch.

This attack struck only a glancing blow against the general area of the gryphon's loins, with most of the force dissipating against the inner thigh of the gryphon's left hind leg. The blast had come so near to connecting in the first place only because the beast was already swooping toward Unit D for another attack. Predictably, the blow from the blast dealt no damage at all, as the precise weak point had not been affected.

The near-miss on its genitals did however trigger a strange behavioral reaction in the gryphon, who flew far off into the distance and left Unit D to deal with recovering from what turned out to be an awkward and ungraceful fall onto the ruins below. Landing amidst building rubble and toppling a few power-towers like dominoes along the way, Unit D found itself in another compromised position... yet for the moment the gryphon was not capitalizing on it at all?

Behavior hypothesis: caution.

Was the gryphon afraid? No, perhaps not, but it definitely took Unit D more seriously now. It swooped back around to attack again after a short time of deliberation, but it seemed far less confident, committing less to its efforts and performing fewer daring feint-and-switch maneuvers just for the sake of getting hits in. Its attacks also came less frequently in general.

Unit D recovered its high speed option and prepared itself to make a fast-motion counterattack during the gryphon's next pass - this time keeping its feet planted firmly on the ground.

Yet again, however, the gryphon's evasion overcame the golem's best efforts. Though it had no time to conjure a storm of electrical bolts on this pass, the gryphon got away with only a course-misdirecting punch to its invulnerable left buttock, rather than the intended strike against its nethers. Unit D was fast running out of good options, and as its high speed winked off again, it assessed the battlefield once again to identify more objects to throw at the beast.

Unit D would not get time to put any of this information to use.

The gryphon swept down hard upon sensing that the golem's energy cores had once again burned themselves down to a level of low stability. The creature's attunement to electricity and this repeated boom-and-bust pattern of the Unit D's power core activity had unfortunately made Unit D a victim of the same kind of trial-and-error combat at which that the golem was so effective. Even if he didn't know what a power core was, the gryphon now understood that those electrical sources were making its opponent move fast, and he reacted with hunger and vengeance.

Kreening out another loud vocalization, the gryphon swept down to Unit D's chest armor in an unexpected pattern - and discharged a shocking bolt directly from one of his wings into one of the many large cracks that now littered its surface.

The electricity made contact with a power management circuit. The golem's already unstable "A" reactor core took a brutal assault from the energy surge, and did not survive. It fried like an egg in a skillet. This was a devastating blow to Unit D's functionality, and one which would change the flow of the battle considerably.

However - at the very moment that this was electrical strike was happening - Unit D had already made the decision to attempt a slow swing against the gryphon's loins, for the simple reason that the action would likely come as a surprise to the gryphon because the golem had not until this point in the fight made many offensive attempts during that part of their martial dance unless fast motion was ready. That the gryphon might get sloppy, or accidentally direct its crotch into the path of Unit D's fist because of expecting Unit D to continue focusing hard on defending itself, was a non-trivial possibility that had become more attractive as the golem's other options dwindled.

While the "A" reactor core melted into worthlessness, the golem's fist struck the gryphon's crotch very near to the sheathed cocktip. So near, in fact, that some of the overloading electricity from the blast managed to arc its way back out of the crack in Unit D's torso, down the golem's arm, and into the sensitive rim of the creature's sheath.

The electricity arcing into the gryphon's vulnerable cockflesh triggered a cascading reaction of muscle spasms that would soon thereafter lead to arousal... and erection. Though the gryphon wrested itself from Unit D's attack and sped away before the golem could get a grip, the electrified member soon exposed itself to see what all the fuss was about.

So it was that, even though the flighty gryphon had kept its penile shaft fully sheathed until this moment, in overloading the golem's reactor he had created a chain of events that would, ironically, seal his fate.

The shaft's proportions seemed... off, by the standards of the feline biology that the gryphon's hindquarters appeared to mimic. The shaft ran far longer than wide, stretching to a ludicrous half of the gryphon's body length, yet having a girth only around a ninth of that, resulting in a slender, twiggy appearance. Most of its length was pristinely smooth, with a sickly dark pink skin color and purple venation; the tip's coloration and texture differed only a little from the rest of the shaft and bore only a slight glans shape, with numerous narrow barbs ringing it as would indeed be expected on a feline. Some of the shaft's features, length, and curvature suggested hybridization from the supposed avian heritage of its head.

EIther way, the golem's analysis here was simple to conclude: the shaft looked entirely breakable if struck with sufficient blunt force, which Unit D would be more than able to provide if the creature ever got close - though with the "A" core in its present state, doing so might prove impossible.

The vulture-headed monstrosity's "hunger" to eat the energy from Unit D's failing reactor core increased, spurred to new heights by the shifts in thinking that its arousal brought on. It swept in for another round of attacks, diving toward Unit D with great haste.

...The golem, meanwhile, found its systems faltering. Although the damage from the surge had been successfully contained to the "A" core, that whole core was now toast, and that was that: the core would not be functional again without repairs, which were impossible to come by in this bleak and thoroughly post-apocalyptic world. While the "B" core had enough energy alone to keep up most system processes, using high speed would be a much less frequent treat now, and more likely to result in severe destabilization of the core if held onto for as long as the golem had typically been keeping it active.

Unit D now acknowledged the loss of the "A" core as a mathematical truth and recalculated how best to destroy the gryphon's exposed genitals with the consideration that there would be far less spare power than usual. After reviewing data from the previous fights and acknowledging its present lack of ranged offensive capabilities, the answer came up in a hurry.

Unit D must lie down and appear defeated.

It did so. It collapsed, physically reenacting most of the same motion senses it had recorded during the moment that the hellhound first tackled it. While its A core really had failed, the golem now feigned an appearance of having failed entirely, allowing its electrical activity to drop to a minimum. This drop would not have been low enough to fool a magnetic scanner... but the enemy it was dealing with was not a magnetic scanner - it was a monster, and that made all the difference.

The gryphon aborted his attack, circling around cautiously and watching the golem with curious interest as it fell abruptly to the ground, paying special attention to the confusingly dwindling energy signature..

Various automated alerts about the body's horizontal position being a bad thing rolled through Unit D's processors and tried to force the golem to resume standing - this was for the golem what might be likened to an instinct in a living creature - but its objective-analysis circuits suppressed these requests, demanding that time be given for the gryphon to take the bait.

And take the bait he did. The vulture-headed amalgam screeched in triumph as it swooped back down again toward the golem's fallen "corpse." Though cautious and cowardly, it could not resist its equally strong instinct to scavenge - to gobble that electricity up before it all faded. Its mostly-hard member remained plumply visible, its simple barbs held back in reservation.

The gryphon stalled its wings and then lifted them high as it neared the ground, beginning the slow maneuver of landing atop its downed prey. Its genital member bobbed and dangled with mathematically predictable speed and location, and down below, Unit D calculated an awful lot of math awfully quickly.

The moment the penis came within reach, the golem forced its B core beyond its usual stability limits to activate fast motion one more time. In the expanse of two seconds the golem grasped the monster's ample scrotum in its left hand and delivered four devastating punches to the cock with the other.

The initial grabbing and the first blow were coordinated so seamlessly that the gryphon had no time to react. The first punch left multiple bloody grooves on the underside of the shaft, in the shape of the golem's knuckles. The gryphon instinctively tried to pull back but stopped himself from jerking too hard when he felt his balls in a threat of being yanked off.

Unit D gave the gryphon no time to resolve this indecision, delivering the second and third punches with deadly speed, breaking into the corpus with the second and then crushing through the urethra with the third. The fourth blow hammered the cock the rest of the way through, breaking the long member in half. The engorged upper portion fell to the ground and rapidly lost its turgidity as the cockblood throbbed out wildly in a puddle.

The golem's left hand clamped down harder in the meantime, squeezing the balls and rupturing their tissues and tubings under the pressure. Blood and testicular juices blended together in a paste, with much of it initially forced further up into the creature's urogenital system by the crushing force. Another moment of crushing passed, and the balls finished breaking beyond repair, totally consumed in the robot's grasp and leaking some of their juices from tears created by the blocky edges of the golem's fingers. A final ripping motion and the balls came off entirely.

With that, Unit D's remaining reactor triggered its failsafes and sent the golem's body into a mechanically enforced "sleep" mode - not a permanent one, but one that would last for at least ten or fifteen minutes while the remaining core stabilized itself fully. It was a timely nap, though, because the golem's work here was as good as done.

While Unit D's body froze in place, the gryphon could only shriek pathetically, pulling away from the robot's grasp neutered, nullified, and doomed. His cry pierced the air while he beat his wings in a desperate attempt to reach a good altitude again, but found this impossible. Blood spurted liberally from his sundered member, with its rate accelerating with every passing second, as if some arcane law of nature demanded that the gryphon expel every bit of his body's blood and other hydration through this wound. The flesh of the gryphon's body sucked inward from desiccation; his feathers began falling out and the storage of electricity in his wings began to falter. Unable to be contained, the electrical power on which he had feasted for so long began whirring through his body looking for a ground...

His strength gave out; he lost what remained of his altitude, waved his limbs feebly, and struck the ground in a sideways heap. At that point his wings emitted current like a gigantic, powerful battery. The insides of his body began to sizzle from the electricity, and what remained of the base of his cock got caught in the energy's path. The stump of cockflesh turned first a bright red, then a savory golden brown, and then finally a charred, blackened color. Likewise, the rest of the gryphon's insides burned and smoldered until smoke rolled out of his nostrils.

After several minutes the current stopped, and the gryphon lay there dead. Yet, despite all the internal destruction, dehydration, and electrocution, his carcass remained perfectly intact across the vast majority of its surface, as if he had merely thirsted to death under some desert's heat, and then had his genitals taken out by a hunter in search of a trophy.

That was the end for the gryphon, but for the golem, it was only the close of a chapter. Significantly damaged but nonetheless triumphant, Unit D slept in safety a few hundred meters from its enemy's corpse, until its core had sufficiently stabilized to resume its journey.

Story (C) 2013 dolphinsanity and was anonymously commissioned.