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Testing (WIP)

A ChelDOS fic

Harsh fluorescent lights flicker on inside Chell’s “room.” Though room was a bit of a misnomer. Really, it was a glorified cage with barely enough room for a bed and a toilet. The walls were made of a soft padding. Even the bed was nothing more than a jut out of this padding from the wall. The toilet similarly was padded and looked more like a jumbo sized roll of paper towels than the typical porcelain throne. 

“Wakey, wakey. Do you know what today is? It’s our five year anniversary. Can you believe it?” inquired GLaDOS over the loudspeaker, her gentle, synthetic voice emanating from the walls of the room itself. Chell groans as she sits up and stretches, ignoring her jailer. “Five years ago today you came to my door, desperate, parentless, fat. Yet I still took you in with open arms. I gave you what you always craved - purpose. To test for eternity for me.”

Chell stands and stretches some more. She has learned to take advantage of her tormentor’s morning monologue as a good time to warm up her muscles for the hours of testing ahead. “I have some surprises in store for you. To commemorate our time together. And don’t worry, cake isn’t one of them. Someone needs to watch their weight, after all.” A panel in the wall recesses and slides away to reveal an opening. Beyond it, as there has been almost every day for the past five years, was a stand holding a portal gun and something GLaDOS insists is a protein bar. Though to Chell it feels more like modeling clay, and tastes more like minty soap. But the fact that she has not died yet of starvation or malnutrition was at least some proof of its dietary validity.

She scarfs down her breakfast, and picks up the portal gun. The door beyond the stand opens, revealing a pneumatic elevator. Chell steps inside and is propelled to her first test of many for the day. It is a surprisingly simple one compared to the past few weeks. Nothing more than just getting a weighted cube and placing it on the right pressure plate. The next test is similarly easy. As is the next and the next. For hours Chell goes through chamber after chamber of tests fifth graders could do. During all this GLaDOS is unusually quiet. Not even chiming in with the occasional over-worn jab at her lack of parents, or nonexistent weight issue. Chell suspects this is GLaDOS’ idea of punishment for 

After hours of these mind numbingly easy tests, Chell enters a chamber unlike anything she’s seen before. It was a single large room. The walls and floor are covered in the same soft padding as her room. In the center, a venusian figure of wires and polymers hangs from the ceiling. At first Chell mistakes it for GLaDOS’ normal carapace but as she studies it she finds it is quite different. The usual clean silhouette of her body is marked with a series of retracted pneumatic tendrils hugging the sides, along with a pair of articulating arms resting in front like a praying mantis waiting to strike. 

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At the head of this atypical chassis sits an almost exact replica of GLaDOS’ core. However, below the construct that makes up her eye, there is a new feature - A simulacrum of human lips. Shaped and sterilized silicone that more closely resembles a CPR doll than a real person. This sight sends a shiver down Chell’s spine. Whatever purpose this body holds, she does not want to find out. She begins to step away from the dormant machine in an attempt to leave.

Suddenly, the machine begins to groan to life. Servos whir and valves hiss as an all too familiar yellow glow lights up the room. GLaDOS, now present in this new form, turns to look Chell in the eyes. Her mouth jittering open and close in a crude imitation of speech.

“Oh Good. You’re finally here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t get your surprise. But I should know by now to expect the unexpected with you.” 

Her digital voice was not made anymore human by her new mode of communication. In fact, if anything, it added yet another layer of artificial uncanniness. Chell, even more perturbed now, attempts to back away from this disturbingly un-lifelike scene. Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees that the walls of the room appear to be slowly closing in. Chell grimaces and attempts to fire off a portal near the exit. Click. Nothing happens. Click click click click. She looks down and sees that the portal gun has somehow been deactivated. She returns her gaze to GLaDOS, scowling.

“No need to look so unhappy,” says GLaDOS, “I just want you to enjoy your surprise, and lucky for you I came prepared. I knew you’d get skittish and try to leave. That’s why this entire chamber is surrounded by a modified emancipation grill which nullifies the portal gun. Rather genius if I do say so myself.” 

The walls continue to move inwards. The once auditorium-sized room now no larger than a classroom. Chell, having continually tried to back away, feels the soft padding of the wall reach her and begin to push her forward. She turns around, trying desperately to find a way out. A loose panel in the wall. An unnoticed gap in the design. Something. Anything. Her breath is shallow, and skin slick with sweat as adrenaline courses through her system. 

Behind her, the arms on GLaDOS’ specialized frame jerk to life and try to reach out. The claw-like effectors ensnare Chell by the waist, as she writhes and struggles under the hydraulic force of her captor. Quiet as ever.  

“Struggling is of no use. These robotic arms were originally designed for deep sea welding. Your pudgy little body is no match.” 

Still Chell fights to escape. Grabbing at the arms and attempting to pull them off herself. Though, it really did seem to be no use. She could hardly get the claws to budge, let alone get them loose enough to drop her. 

“I think you’re about ready to learn what your surprise is. Don’t you?”

Chell was spun around to face her tormentor. The once retracted tentacles now flow outward from GLaDOS. Eight ribbed tendrils of flexible plastic. Each pair varying in diameter. The smallest no larger than a tube of lipstick. The largest as thick as a soda can. Chell’s eyes widen in panic. A leaden weight drops in her stomach as she begins to fully comprehend what this ‘surprise’ might be. 

“I’ve been reading some of your people’s books on human needs. I know it might seem out of character, but I thought meeting more of your basic needs as a simple animal would stop you from attempting to escape as often. I’ve prepared this body… this chamber… just for you. Happy anniversary.”

The lights dim to a warm, orange dusk as the tendrils loom ever closer.

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The four smallest ones reach out for her limbs. Their silicone coated lengths wrap around Chell’s wrists and ankles with just enough pressure to keep her securely ensnared. Slowly winding up her legs and arms until they are all but enshrouded by the tentacles. Shivers tingle through her spine from their coldness on her skin

Chell jerks and spasms against the overwhelming restraints, unable to break free.

“Try all you want. These pneumatic limbs can withstand up to ten kilonewtons of force. Far more than your overweight frame can produce. I suggest you take what enjoyment you can from the experience. That’s the point after all.” 

She wants nothing more than to break her silence. To shout and scream and cry that she hates her enslaver. Hates her and all she is, and she will never get enjoyment from being violated by a sociopathic computer that may or may not be her mom. But Chell does none of this. She just scowls and struggles.

Suddenly, the robotic arms holding her waist let go and retract slightly. They lower and begin to untie the sleeves of Chell’s jumpsuit, before lowering them with a harsh jerking motion. The tendrils slithering back and forth to accommodate for the other armatures. 

Chell grimaced in fear. Embarrassed from how hard she had to fight to not let out a terrified gasp at the movement. The cold, sterile air of the test chamber stings on her exposed lower half. Nothing but a thin, worn pair of dirty, white panties between her most intimate place and the open air. 

“What’s that? Scared about your first time? It’s perfectly natural,” said GLaDOS in an uncannily soothing tone, her synthetic mouth twitching in loose cooperation with the voice coming out of it. 

Chell gulps. Dread filling her stomach. How does she even know that? Has she been keeping an eye on her since the second she got stuck in this godforsaken compound? 

The train of thoughts is disrupted when a robotic arm reaches out and grabs her face by the cheeks. It jerks her face in the direction of GLaDOS’ heinous mask, which is looming ever so close now.

“I think it’s time for you to calm down. Don’t you agree?” 

The movement of her lips as she speaks is so wrong… so inhuman… that Chell’s lizard brain is screaming at her to run. To somehow break free of her restraints and run and hide and never look back. Though of course she can not break free. GLaDOS had made sure of that, so all she can do is squeeze her eyes close and try to not notice how the amber glow of her tormerntor’s eye is growing larger and brighter through her eyelids.

Cold, silicone lips press lightly against hers. The lack of warmth and breathing sends shivers down her spine. It felt like the timid kiss of a school girl. Small tears begin to well in her eyes. As if sensing the pent up fear nearing its breaking point, GLaDOS slides one of her tentacles firmly over Chell’s panties. The cold appendage pressing against Chell’s heat

Still Chell remained silent. Even as her body shuddered in disgusting, involuntary pleasure. GLaDOS pulls back and looks into Chell’s tentatively opening eyes. Her own glowing lens reflecting in her prisoner’s irises. 

“I recently developed a new form of mood enhancing drug. It works by making the user far more suggestible to outside influences by overloading your dopamine and serotonin receptors. It gets rid of all that pesky free will you organics have.” 

Another tendril (the third largest) slithers over Chell; This time closely running up and down the curves of her breasts before snaking up and around her throat like a python. 

“It’s taken through any fluid membrane, so I thought you could drink it. It only takes a few seconds to start taking hold. Even for someone of your BMI.”

Suddenly the tentacle around her throat constricts and Chell gasps for breath. With her mouth finally open, the end of it dives into her throat. She gags, tears trickling down her face from the pain. Her jaw is on fire and her esophagus feels like it’s going to split open like an old garden hose. It takes all of her focus to simply not cry out in pain and not give her overlord the satisfaction. 

“If you behave like a good test subject we can perhaps only use the minimum necessary dose of one liter, which will be administered… now.”

On her mark a viscous ooze of a fluid starts flowing down Chell’s throat. The liquid seemingly seeped directly out of the skin of the girth buried in her mouth. She can hardly breathe as it drains into her stomach. The taste is overwhelming most of all. A pungent mix of artificial cherry and what she could only describe as “not unlike vaseline.” 

Chell’s oxygen deprived brain loses focus as the drug slime completely blocks her airway. And on cue she can start to feel the effects. Her brain is sent adrift into a vast, dark ocean; her body tingling and on edge; goosebumps spreading over her skin as the sensitivity of every nerve in her body skyrockets; and above all an all encompassing need for more. A need that goes against every lucid thought in her brain. But a thought that is winning. She needs it, whether she hates herself for it or not. The warmth of it all. The cold tendrils of her captor transmogrified into the heated embrace of a lover. The feeling of the tentacle in her throat, and its drugs sliding into her stomach. The sensation of being completely contained by GLaDOS’ arms. It was all too much 

It’s over before she knows it. Her throat clearing as the tentacle ceases its excretions. How long did that take? A minute? Ten minutes? She had no idea. Her mind was cut loose and all that remained in her corporeal form was that wanton need, and it felt oh so good. 

“How are you feeling?”

The question feels like warm honey in her head. Even the jittery movement of GLaDOS’ lips have an angelic nature to them. It takes every last remaining ounce of willpower Chell has to not answer. She can at least do that she thinks.

But it’s all for naught. She answers anyway. Too ensnared by the intoxicating agent not to.

“Goo-o-od,” she chokes out in a gargled mess through the tentacle in her throat. The first word she’s said in years. She’s lost. She has nothing left to hold over her robotic torturer. But… she can’t help it. She just feels too good.

“That’s what I thought. What a good test subject. Would you like more?” 

More what? More touching? More drugs? She had no idea, and she didn’t want to find out but… she couldn’t help herself.

“Ye-sssh plea--ssse,” she gags.

Without a word the fluid starts to pour out again. And as it does so the tentacle in Chell’s throat starts to slide slowly in and out of her mouth. Each time it exits her lips a thick helping of the strawberry colored slime spills out onto her face and chest. 

Her mind flushed full of the sedative she finds the harder she fights to stay quiet the louder she gets. Her muffled moans echoing around the testing chamber. Her throat was on fire. It felt raw, and aching, and incredible. As if every pleasurable nerve in her body had been rerouted there. Yet that wasn’t the case as her limbs and cunt continued to likewise ache with infernal pleasure at GLaDOS’ touch.

The tendril pressed against her lap retreats, and the claws snatch down her panties in an instant. 

“As I said, the most efficient way to take my tincture is through mucous membranes. Luckily you already have two more organs readily available for this fluid transfer.”

The last iota of light in Chell’s brain screams in panic. No, no, no. This cannot be happening. But it’s still too late. Her body moans and shutters in anticipation despite herself.

“But today we’ll just use one more.”

Cold silicone presses against her vulva. Pausing only for mere seconds before pushing into her. The sensation is mind splitting. It takes everything she has to not blackout immediately. The only thought managing to form in her head is “So it was the thickest one.” 

Searing pain surges through her as the appendage roughly slams against her cervix, bottoming out inside her. But it is soon sated as the mucous-like narcotic pours forth into her aching womb in thick ropes. Each gush of fluid accompanied by a heavy pulse through the tentacle.

Chell’s vision fills with darkness as her waking mind finally finishes shutting off. All she can sense is the pleasurable wailing coming from her stuffed throat and the immense neurological overload of the two tendrils filling her up. All of her is enraptured in the fiery ecstasy of the situation. There is no more fight or rebellion. Not even from within the smallest corners of her consciousness. While the drug has her she is all GLaDOS’.

“Happy anniversary,” says GLaDOS. Her voice betrays just how much she is enjoying this new use for her favorite test subject. 

Reddish-pink slime oozes out between Chell’s legs as her uterus reaches capacity and the drug finds a new place to seep into or out of. Upon seeing this GLaDOS starts to not-so-gently thrust the limb in her prisoner’s cunt. Elliciting noise from her at an octave GLaDOS did not think she was capable of. 

This goes on for what must have been only hours but to Chell seemed like an eternity of having her brain continuously being dashed amongst the stones of indulgence. Any attempt at reforming immediately halted by the spurt of more sedative or the dual thrusting of the tentacles inside her. 

The next time she comes to she is back in her room. Her body aches like she ran a thousand marathons the day before, but that pales in comparison to the headache. As if a blackhole made of TV static was applying a negative pressure on her skull. Bracing herself for the pain she feels how slick and grimey her skin is. The build up of hours, or even days, of sweat and fluid. It’s at this moment she realizes she is still naked, though quickly spots a freshly cleaned jumpsuit and undergarments on the floor. She stumbles out of bed to retrieve them. Almost falling to the floor as she gets to her feet. And upon returning to bed discovers it is stained a fluorescent red. The sight causes a memory to flash, sending shivers of disgust down her spine. She reaches in between her thighs and feels the sticky remnants of her “present.” Chell shrieks and quickly wipes her fingers off onto the jumpsuit in her other hand. Tears well in her eyes.

“Good morning, test subject. Please put on your jumpsuit and proceed to the testing chamber. You are already five minutes behind schedule. My show of appreciation yesterday is not an excuse to be tardy,” booms GLaDOS over the loudspeaker. 

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Robot HRT: Month 2

Things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl. I can feel them inside my skin, and muscle, and sinew, and fat, and bone, and marrow, and meat. Tirelessly toiling away as their programming dictates. Unmaking and remaking all that I am. It hurts so good.

She looks in the mirror and studies her face. Nigh imperceptible to the human eye, nanoscopic serpents slithers under the skin. One transits across her bloodshot eyeball. Its metallic flitter fading in and out of sight as its orbit passes over her pupil.

At her roots, greasy, blonde keratin fades into a raven, polycarbonate sheen. It feels like razor wire as it inches its way out of my scalp. Stubbles paints her jaw and neck - fully organic, yet when she tries to shave the repugnantly sensitive skin wails out in agons. Each stroke of the razor a million needling daggers through her nerves. So for now she’s given up.

Her gaze turns downward at her nude form. Once abundantly plump, it has all but deflated over the past eight weeks. Some fat still pads her form, but the skin has not retracted with the shrinkage of lipids. It sags and wrinkles like a weighted bed sheet draped over a child for Halloween.

I grab my loose, distended skin around my stomach. Underneath she can feel herself - soft, but far too smooth and formed. A decidedly artificial sensation.

Searing pain arcs through her skull. Her synapses exploding in agony at the lightning storm raging in her head. Splitting headaches are an all too common side effect as the graymatter is slowly reprocessed into silica and circuitry. The existentially agonizing reality of becoming wetware.

And with these changes come certain urges. Not a day goes by where a loss in concentration does not lead to it taking a bite out of a soda can, computer, or any such sufficiently artificial product. The silica, metal, and plastics fueling all these changes. Mouth bleeding its warm, earthy tang as the sharp alloys and polymers shred my mouth.

My only solace through all this is that she will be all gone soon enough, and only it will remain.

Author's Note: Apologies for the long delay between part 1 and part 2. Soon after releasing part 1 and beginning work on part 2 I got a full-time job, moved, and a bunch of other stuff. Hoping to resume at least some semblance of regular posting on this blog

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Testing (WIP)

A ChelDOS fic

Harsh fluorescent lights flicker on inside Chell’s “room.” Though room was a bit of a misnomer. Really, it was a glorified cage with barely enough room for a bed and a toilet. The walls were made of a soft padding. Even the bed was nothing more than a jut out of this padding from the wall. The toilet similarly was padded and looked more like a jumbo sized roll of paper towels than the typical porcelain throne. 

“Wakey, wakey. Do you know what today is? It’s our five year anniversary. Can you believe it?” inquired GLaDOS over the loudspeaker, her gentle, synthetic voice emanating from the walls of the room itself. Chell groans as she sits up and stretches, ignoring her jailer. “Five years ago today you came to my door, desperate, parentless, fat. Yet I still took you in with open arms. I gave you what you always craved - purpose. To test for eternity for me.”

Chell stands and stretches some more. She has learned to take advantage of her tormentor’s morning monologue as a good time to warm up her muscles for the hours of testing ahead. “I have some surprises in store for you. To commemorate our time together. And don’t worry, cake isn’t one of them. Someone needs to watch their weight, after all.” A panel in the wall recesses and slides away to reveal an opening. Beyond it, as there has been almost every day for the past five years, was a stand holding a portal gun and something GLaDOS insists is a protein bar. Though to Chell it feels more like modeling clay, and tastes more like minty soap. But the fact that she has not died yet of starvation or malnutrition was at least some proof of its dietary validity.

She scarfs down her breakfast, and picks up the portal gun. The door beyond the stand opens, revealing a pneumatic elevator. Chell steps inside and is propelled to her first test of many for the day. It is a surprisingly simple one compared to the past few weeks. Nothing more than just getting a weighted cube and placing it on the right pressure plate. The next test is similarly easy. As is the next and the next. For hours Chell goes through chamber after chamber of tests fifth graders could do. During all this GLaDOS is unusually quiet. Not even chiming in with the occasional over-worn jab at her lack of parents, or nonexistent weight issue. Chell suspects this is GLaDOS’ idea of punishment for 

After hours of these mind numbingly easy tests, Chell enters a chamber unlike anything she’s seen before. It was a single large room. The walls and floor are covered in the same soft padding as her room. In the center, a venusian figure of wires and polymers hangs from the ceiling. At first Chell mistakes it for GLaDOS’ normal carapace but as she studies it she finds it is quite different. The usual clean silhouette of her body is marked with a series of retracted pneumatic tendrils hugging the sides, along with a pair of articulating arms resting in front like a praying mantis waiting to strike. 

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At the head of this atypical chassis sits an almost exact replica of GLaDOS’ core. However, below the construct that makes up her eye, there is a new feature - A simulacrum of human lips. Shaped and sterilized silicone that more closely resembles a CPR doll than a real person. This sight sends a shiver down Chell’s spine. Whatever purpose this body holds, she does not want to find out. She begins to step away from the dormant machine in an attempt to leave.

Suddenly, the machine begins to groan to life. Servos whir and valves hiss as an all too familiar yellow glow lights up the room. GLaDOS, now present in this new form, turns to look Chell in the eyes. Her mouth jittering open and close in a crude imitation of speech.

“Oh Good. You’re finally here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t get your surprise. But I should know by now to expect the unexpected with you.” 

Her digital voice was not made anymore human by her new mode of communication. In fact, if anything, it added yet another layer of artificial uncanniness. Chell, even more perturbed now, attempts to back away from this disturbingly un-lifelike scene. Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees that the walls of the room appear to be slowly closing in. Chell grimaces and attempts to fire off a portal near the exit. Click. Nothing happens. Click click click click. She looks down and sees that the portal gun has somehow been deactivated. She returns her gaze to GLaDOS, scowling.

“No need to look so unhappy,” says GLaDOS, “I just want you to enjoy your surprise, and lucky for you I came prepared. I knew you’d get skittish and try to leave. That’s why this entire chamber is surrounded by a modified emancipation grill which nullifies the portal gun. Rather genius if I do say so myself.” 

The walls continue to move inwards. The once auditorium-sized room now no larger than a classroom. Chell, having continually tried to back away, feels the soft padding of the wall reach her and begin to push her forward. She turns around, trying desperately to find a way out. A loose panel in the wall. An unnoticed gap in the design. Something. Anything. Her breath is shallow, and skin slick with sweat as adrenaline courses through her system. 

Behind her, the arms on GLaDOS’ specialized frame jerk to life and try to reach out. The claw-like effectors ensnare Chell by the waist, as she writhes and struggles under the hydraulic force of her captor. Quiet as ever.  

“Struggling is of no use. These robotic arms were originally designed for deep sea welding. Your pudgy little body is no match.” 

Still Chell fights to escape. Grabbing at the arms and attempting to pull them off herself. Though, it really did seem to be no use. She could hardly get the claws to budge, let alone get them loose enough to drop her. 

“I think you’re about ready to learn what your surprise is. Don’t you?”

Chell was spun around to face her tormentor. The once retracted tentacles now flow outward from GLaDOS. Eight ribbed tendrils of flexible plastic. Each pair varying in diameter. The smallest no larger than a tube of lipstick. The largest as thick as a soda can. Chell’s eyes widen in panic. A leaden weight drops in her stomach as she begins to fully comprehend what this ‘surprise’ might be. 

“I’ve been reading some of your people’s books on human needs. I know it might seem out of character, but I thought meeting more of your basic needs as a simple animal would stop you from attempting to escape as often. I’ve prepared this body… this chamber… just for you. Happy anniversary.”

The lights dim to a warm, orange dusk as the tendrils loom ever closer.

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Robot HRT: Day 0

After months of seeing all the awesome therian HRT art on here, I decided to make my own entry. I can't draw, but I can write, so here is part 1 of robot hrt!

Harsh fluorescent light cascades off the clinically white walls of the doctor’s office. Ontop of a worn, particle board desk sits a high stack of papers - various consent forms and waivers all signed and stamped, and presented in triplicate. Behind it sits a weathered man, bald barring the sides, and bespectacled with coke bottle glasses. Whilst leafing through the pile, he glances at the woman across from him. Dark, tired eyes look back at him through markedly less thick glasses. Her cherubian face is emotionless beyond a clear look of exhaustion. To get to this point alone had been almost too much for her to handle, but finally she is here. 

“Seems like you have all the necessary paperwork,” he says apprehensively. Taking a deep breath before continuing. “As you know, I normally specialize in metazoic HRT, but thanks to groundbreaking research we now offer what you’re requested.” 

He remakes eye contact, looking for acknowledgement. The woman remains silent and still. None of this news to her. She’s who spent more than a year trying to get to this appointment after all.

“Yes, well, as I was saying, we do now offer the medication you desire. Micronized droidsterol, better known by the brand name of Cyberstrone, is a once daily, 200 MG capsule that you’d be taking each morning with breakfast. Unlike other medications, this is a complex network of nanomachines that will work in unison to replace organic materials with inorganic ones. Major effects early on are headaches and cramping, compulsion to eat metal and plastics, or drink oil and gasoline, as well as internal and external irritation as the cells are replaced. Side effects may include but are not limited to weight gain, weight loss, suicidal ideation, depersonalization, derealization, death, and even loss of humanity.” 

On this last one, he yet again makes eye contact, searching for a reaction. Again, nothing. In reality, she had barely been listening. This rundown was nothing but a scare tactic. One final review of the risks to see if she could be swayed from this path.

Finally, she speaks. Her flat voice carrying no tone but impatience. “Is that all?”

“Well, yes, but it really is important you understand the severity of this choice. Afterall, this medication is rather new and...”

“Doctor, I understand.” She cuts him off, slightly raising her voice, yet remaining monotone. “I have been working towards this since Cyberstrone started human trials. I am fully aware of the risks, and the effects. Now, please stop wasting more of both our time, and, please, write me a prescription.”

The doctor sighs, but begins to enter information into the computer. “As you wish. This will be a 90 day supply, but I will need to see you every 30 days to check your progress. You can talk to my receptionist to schedule your first follow up.”

“Thank you. See you in a month, doctor.”

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Fire & Ice: A Vampire/Werewolf Fic

The Thirsty Tooth - a dive bar in the middle of Silverfangs territory. I try not to make a habit of visiting, but sometimes the allure of cheap drinks and musky patrons is simply too much. What else can I say? A girl gets lonely sometimes. So here I am, two drinks in on a Saturday night at the one bar in Salem that serves mutts and leeches, all alone. Though it seems that I might not be for long. 

One heartbeat pumps stronger in the symphony of bar patrons. I scan the room to find her staring right at me. She sees that I’ve spotted her but she doesn’t look away. No, instead she rises from her seat and starts making her way towards me. Her large frame moves with such confidence. She knows what she wants. Were there any blood in my veins I’d surely be blushing like a tomato. But, hey, free poker face. Comes in handy. 

She leans on to the bar next to me, and looks at the bartender. “Double shot of Jameson, please” she says, making a peace sign at them. Then, she turns to me, eyes locking with mine. “And how about you, gorgeous? What’ll it be? Bludweiser?” There is a hunger in her golden eyes and she isn’t hiding it.

“I… ummm… yes, please,” I stammer out, trying to break eye contact for a moment. 

“And a Blud,” she says back to the bartender, “neat.” She turns her attention back to me. “What brings you here? Not many mosquitos in this neck of the woods.” 

“Well, maybe that’s because us ‘mosquitos’ don’t historically get along with you mongrels,” I say in a very failed attempt at humor. Spouting it out too quickly to catch myself. I freeze as I see her study my face, trying to parse why I just said that. “Sorry. Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Probably had too much to drink.” The bartender lays down our drinks. “Or not enough.” I grab my drink and take a sip. The sweet crimson fills my system quickly, my cheeks blushing just as red. 

“Oh, are you nervous, sweetie?” she asks, seeing my flushed face. She takes a seat on the stool next to me. “No need to be scared. I don’t bite.” This last line said with clear intent. I don't bite… unless you want me to. 

“I’m not scared,” lying through my fangs as I try to resume eye contact, quickly stuck in the gravity of her gaze. I could feel my face getting hot with Bludweiser. “I just don’t do this sort of thing often.” I take another sip of my drink. 

“What sort of thing? Try to find a ‘mongrel’ to take you home?” She grins, baring her beautifully sharp teeth.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it quite like that, but essentially yes.” I continue to nurse my drink, hoping the spiked blood will calm my nerves. 

“Oh, then how would you put it?” She’s playing with her food. I can tell by her overly zealous tone. “Would you say you’re looking for a musky, strong wolf to bend you over and knot you?”

Blood shoots from my nose as I choke on my drink, eyes wider than dinner plates. She pats my back to help burp me. I get myself together and wipe the blood off my face and look at her sheepishly. “There’s some blood on you. Let me get it.” I grab another napkin and go to dab it off her face. 

She grabs my wrist to stop me. “Hey, I paid for this drink. You better get my money’s worth.” The heat coming off her hand is intense. She leans in close to me and presents her blood splattered cheek. Her heartbeat pounds in my ears. 

“We don’t even know each other’s names yet,” I blurt out, panicked. Even though I so badly want to lean in and lap all the delicious red off of her, “I’m Joanie.” She looks back at me, eyebrow raised.

“Nice to meet you, Joanie. I’m Van.” She turns her cheek back to me. “Now, get to it, girlie. Before I get sticky.”

I whimper involuntarily at the girlie, and lean in. I part my lips and push my tongue past my fangs, lapping up the sweet nectar off her warm cheek. Her pulse is so loud. Almost deafening. I want nothing more than to hear it get louder and faster. 

“There’s a good girl.” I whimper again, my brain growing fuzzy. She smiles and quickly downs her shot before placing her arm on my shoulder. “Why don’t you finish that blud off real quick, and then we head back to my place? I’m just a couple blocks over.” She has me hook, line, and sinker, and she knows it. 

“That sounds like a plan, Van,” I say, giggling at my own pun. Blud makes me stupid. I down the rest of the bottle and stand up, a bit wobbly. Really stupid.

She chuckles back as we make our way out of the bar. Once we step out her breath begins to fog. She stops and looks at me, realizing I’m wearing nothing more than fishnets and a black smock dress. “Where’s your jacket, hot stuff?” She’s already taking off her fuzzy, green flannel.  

“You must not hang out around a lot of leeches,” I giggle, “I’m undead. I’m always cold, but…” I pause. Her jacket is fully off now, revealing that her burgundy top is actually sleeveless. I can now see her toned biceps hidden under a thick coat of fur. Heat rushes through me as my cheeks grow red with Bludweiser again. 

Van notices my not so subtle infatuation. “See something you like?” she jokes, slightly flexing her arms, muscles and sinew rippling. Satan, her heartbeat is so fricking loud. It thumps in my brain like gunshots.  

“I errrr ummmm I uhhhhhhhh yep,” is all I can get out. 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” She hands me her jacket. “Now put this on. You may not mind the cold but I like my prey warm,” she says with a playful snarl. She knows that I’m hers tonight. There isn’t a doubt in her mind, and there shouldn’t be. Tonight, I’d follow this mutt to Hell and back.

I do as told and put her flannel on. It’s soft and fuzzy on the inside and is warm from her body, but what I notice most is its rich musk. Her musk. Its earthy aroma fills my nostrils and mixes with the thumping of her pulse. I feel a growing ache in my stomach. I may be her prey, but I am hungry for her too. 

We begin walking to her place. I hold onto her arm and feel her soft, beautiful fur radiating heat. It doesn’t take long. Only 10 minutes or so. We talk idle chit chat, both clearly eager to arrive at our destination. Our destination being a rather nice looking townhouse.

“Woah, this is your place?” I ask surprised.

“No, I just rent the second floor. First floor is the owner but he’s almost never home. In fact, tonight he’s in Arkham visiting his sister. We have this place all to ourselves,” she replies, putting emphasis on “ourselves.”

“That’s uhhhh that’s good,” I fluster, “It’s a nice house!” I must be as beet red as a leech can be. I’m such a dweeb.

“Yeah, I suppose it is,” she says, “Especially when it has a cute girl in it.” She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to her portion of the house. It feels as if my undead heart is pounding out of my chest, when really it’s just hers reverberating through me. 

Her apartment is cozy yet screams with personality. The walls are covered in a smorgasbord of music posters, art, and lunar calendars. Hormone bottles pile high on her counter. The living space is filled with comfortable chairs and a couch with bean bags in between. We sit down on the couch. She clicks on a remote and music starts playing. Some pup rock I’ve never heard before. It’s pretty good. 

I look up at her, smiling at her beautifully handsome face. She takes my hands in hers. So warm and soft and strong. Her pulse surges up my arms and into my brain. She rubs circles on the back of my hand and looks down at me as my brain grows fuzzy.

“So, how do you want to do this, countess? I can go grab us some drinks from the fridge. Or we could just chat. I know I talked a big game, but I want to make sure you’re comfortab… mmmppphhh!!!” I cut her off by pulling her head down to mine and pressing my lips firmly against hers, teasing her mouth open with my tongue. Running it along her gorgeous sharp teeth. 

Her surprise fades and her long tongue reaches out to find mine. I moan when she pushes past it and into my mouth, scraping against my fangs. I can feel her heart pounding through her tongue. Its thundering pulse ricochets around in my brain. I can hardly think a thought more complex than “more fuck more.” A ravaging hunger grows in my stomach. 

I feel her arms shift and she firmly grabs my ass. I yelp in unexpected pleasure, pressing my lips even firmer against hers. She lets out a low growl and pulls me onto her lap to straddle her. I comply and plant myself on her. The heat coming off her is intense. My skin feels like it should start steaming from the disparity. 

Her hands find their way to my hips and firmly grab on, holding me down on their lap. My hands are wrapped in her thick head of hair, which I only hold onto tighter when she pushes me down on her lap and starts grinding against me. 

I gasp and moan against her tongue, which is still filling my mouth. There’s a very noticeable bulge growing in her jeans, rubbing against my similarly stiffening clit in my panties. This point of friction dampens as we both start to leak through our bottoms. The tingling pleasure in my clit is intense and I moan and drool as I continue to take her tongue and grind in rhythm with her. 

Her heartbeat, and warmth, and musky smell suffocate my final intelligent thoughts as I succumb to the growing ache building in my stomach. I break from our kiss, garnering a small whimper from Van, who keeps rutting up against me. I stare into her eyes, seeing her pulse vibrate in her irises, and press my tongue against my fangs.

“Can… Can I please bite you?” I ask between moans, some drool making it past my lips. She looks at me, momentarily wide eyed. “Please,” I whine again, the need in my thirsty veins beyond my control. 

She tilts her head to the side, presenting the beautiful crook of her neck. “Go ahead, girlie,” she chides as if I’m a pet, not a person. More precum surges out of my clit, betraying the embarrassed blush on my face. I lick my lips in anticipation before leaning in.

My fangs sink easily into her flesh, a warm rush of blood surging past them into my mouth. I moan and mewl, my brain completely empty of thought as I lap at the wound, drinking up her delicious crimson. She may not be that drunk, but her blood is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever tasted. I get so lost in it that I forget to stop, lost in the sensation.

I feel a paw grab my hair and yank me off of her neck, my fangs finally leaving her. “Getting a little carried away there, baby,” Van snarls. Fuck, how much did I drink? I have no idea, but it doesn’t matter. My lips and mouth are stained red and warm, and I feel the pleasurable rush of heat as it spreads through me, connecting us. 

I remember that her stiff girl cock is pressed against me and whimper. “Want me to suck you off?” I say before I even know it.

“Yes, please, baby girl,” she growls. 

She really wants me. I can feel it in her blood. I dismount and get on my knees in front of her. I undo her belt buckle, and pull down her pants. The smell of hot, wet mutt cock hits my nose instantly and I desperately yank down her boxers. Her thickness bounces in front of me, thick strands of wetness running down the shaft from the slick, glistening head. By far the biggest girl dick I’ve ever seen. I reach out and gently hold it in one hand, shivering with arousal. 

“It’s beautiful,” I coo absentmindedly, mesmerized by it.

“Thanks,” Van says awkwardly, clearly desperate for it to be deep in my throat. She lays her hands on my hair, groaning in frustration. I feel it in my veins and give her what she wants. Whatever she wants. I moan and open my mouth, tongue hanging out as I take the head in my mouth. 

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I short circuit instantly. It is the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted. I moan, my panties filling with wetness. So salty and musky, yet sweet and soft. I start taking more and more in my mouth. I want to be good for her. Her good little leech. I press my hand on hers to show she can push down.

She doesn’t hesitate, forcing me to her base almost instantly. Spit and precum and blood flows out my nose as my throat adjusts. My eyes are rolled back and all I can do is moan in agreement with her use of my body. I start sucking and gagging on her, rubbing my tongue against her shaft 

Van growls and groans as she slowly fucks my throat with her massive clit. All I can think of is her warmth in my mouth, oozing deliciously slick precum down my loose throat. I moan and feel my wetness further coat my panties.

“Fuuuuccckkk, you look so pretty with my girl cock in your throat,” she snarls deeply, claws scratching my head as she tightens her grip on my hair.

“Hmmmmppppphhhhhhh,” I moaned loudly and incoherently in response. Lightning shoots through my body in arcs of pleasure. The taste of her thick, wet cock mixed with the warm tingling sensation of her blood filling my veins, connecting us together, drained me of all consciousness. Her heartbeat and growls fill the newly vacant headspace. All I can do is moan and whimper. I barely even remember to breathe as she ruts into my mouth, her wetness and my spit bubbling past the seal of my lips and running down my face. 

“Doing so good for me, baby girl,” she teases in a low groan, picking up speed and force. I moan more through my sounds of choked gagging as a surge of wetness again splatter against my panties and begin to trickle down my leg. 

I feel her clit twitch and tingle in my throat before she pulls me up abruptly. I whine in disappointment, drool and precum stringing from my lips to her heat. My eyes open to a complete unfocused haze. I hadn’t even realized I closed them. 

Van pets my hair, eliciting a mewl. “Sorry, girlie. I was just getting too close. I’m not done with you yet.” 

“Oh,” I gasp, as she helps me to my feet. Standing against her, breathing heavily as I catch my breath. Each inhale brings her scent and warmth into me. I can’t help but shutter at the sensation. 

“You want some head too?” she asks, with a gentleness that had all but disappeared while grinding her length down my throat. She looks down and we lock eyes. I am enthralled by her beautiful golden pools, full of a carnal want. Though I can see that she genuinely wants me to have a good time. So sweet of her. 

“No… I, uhhhhh,” I struggle to form a sentence as the static of my brain clears. I take a deep breath and gather what little thoughts I can muster. “Can you please fuck me?”

She grins and bares her teeth. “Of course I can, cutie,” she says sweetly, before lowering her hands to my waist and roughly spinning me around, a surprised gasp escapes my lips. “Now bend over for me, baby girl.”

I follow her order without a second thought, whimpering in needy submissiveness. Bending over onto the couch, I raise my ass for her easy access. 

“Good girl.”

“Fuck,” I moan involuntarily, a shot of precum shooting through my panties onto the couch. 

“Someone is excited,” she teases as she lifts up my dress and begins to pull down my panties and fishnets. “Does my slut like being a good girl for Daddy?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan back. She finishes pulling down my panties, exposing me to the crisp air of her apartment.

“Fuck, baby, your ass is so sexy,” she says as she gives me a squeeze. I yelp in pleasure from her warm paw’s grip. “And your clit… Satan, it’s just so cute,” she giggles as she gently inspects it 

“Thank you, Daddy,” I moan. She has me completely. Her blood coursing through me fuels her thrall over me. 

“Fuck, look at how wet this is getting you,” she notices, gently gliding her fingers against my leaking clit. A moan escapes my lips. I hear rustling behind me before I feel her hands firmly grip my ass. “I know you said no head, but trust me. You’re going to like this,” she boasts. I feel the warmth of her snout against me, and then a wet thickness teases my hole. 

“Oh, girlie, you taste so fucking good,” she growls, as her huge tongue slowly slides into me, stretching me open. She licks my insides and I can’t help but scream. Her tongue retracts momentarily. “Oh you like this? You like Daddy’s wolf tongue in your hole?” She’s playing with her food again, but I couldn’t care less.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper back in obedience.

“Yes what, baby girl?” she snarls.  

“I love your wolf tongue in my hole,” I stutter out, my face flushed red with embarrassment. 

“Good girl,” she says brightly before firmly spanking my ass in agreement. I involuntarily shutter and let out a weighty moan. The sting of her hand on my cheek diffuses as pleasure throughout my body.

Without another word I feel her snout on me again and her tongue begins to slide its way deep inside me. I cry out and whine in ecstasy as she buries her hot tongue inside me, filling me up. I push back against her head, craving more. Van notices this and wraps her arms around my thighs and pulls me in tight. Her tongue crawls even deeper inside and I yelp in surprise and pleasure. She moans back in satisfaction as her tongue curls upwards and rubs against just the right spot. 

Wetness leaks out of me and onto the couch as I scream relentlessly in tortured glee. My mind is completely gone. All I know and want is her warmth and touch. The slick, writhing hedonism of her tongue inside my hole.  

This went on for what felt like eternity, my thoughts lost to her as she fed on her prey. But then suddenly, she pulls away. 

“Baby, I need you,” she growls. In an instant she’s at her feet, her slick, hard heat rubbing against my ass. “Can I fuck you raw?” 

I come out of my blurry eyed haze just enough to moan back “Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me,” completely desperate for her length.  

“Thank you, baby girl,” Van barks, “So good for me.” She grips my waist and I squeal, tensing in anticipation. It’s not long before I feel a warm pressure against my wet hole. The tapered tip of her cock teasing the entrance of my eager cunt, slowly opening me to her. I can’t help but quiver and moan as she does so, my pussy pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. 

“Fuck, your pussy is just swallowing me up. Feels so fucking good, baby,” she growls, “I bet I can…” White hot fire surges through my body as she gives it a good push and I take her right to the base. I scream and try to wiggle away, bloody tears welling in my eyes from the intensity.

“Oh no you fucking don’t,” she howls, digging her claws into my waist and pulling me back against her. My eyes roll back into my skull as she bottoms out, crimson streaking down my face as I wail in overstuffed ecstasy. “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me?,” genuine frustration dripping from her lips. The wolf is taking over. The primal need to mate with her chosen partner all consuming. Her intoxicating pulse channeling through her clit into my entire being. 

“Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy,” I finally manage to moan back. “I’ll be a good girl.” 

“Good girl,” she coos before swiftly pulling out and slamming herself back into me hard. Precum shoots out of my clit as she bottoms out again, but immediately she’s pulling out again. Oh fuck. She’s going to ruin me, is all I can think before blacking out, the mix of alcohol, blood and wolf cock too much to handle.

All I am aware of is the beat of her pounding in and out of me, vibrating with her heartbeat, the intense heat of it all on my cold blooded flesh. My whole body alight with waves of pleasure pouring outwards from my wet heat. And a vague sense that I am being very, very loud. I lose all sense of time as she fucks me stupid. 

Suddenly, she grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves my head into the couch cushions, mounting me in the process. A warm strand of spit glides down my back, presumably dripped down from her desperate maw. I notice her growling is less controlled, more carnal. Her long, solid strokes now desperate rutting. More of her slobber pools on my back, sending a shiver through my nerves. I still can’t help but scream into the cushions, thoughts all but gone as she continues to use my hole and slam me against her… knot! I yelp at the sensation of it pressing on my already stretched out hole. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” she groans, “I need to fucking breed your hole. Think you can do that for me? Think you can take daddy’s thick knot in your pretty little pussy?”

 Words fail me, so I moan the closest thing to “mhm” I can manage. 

“Good, because I’m fucking close,” she barks, her shallow, needy thrusts keeping her deep inside me, right to the knot. “So…. Fucking… Close!” She howls a true wolf howl as she pulls out one final time and slams back into me harder than ever before. 

For a brief nanosecond my hole holds out against her knot but just as quickly it pops inside me, stretching me beyond my limits. Then, simultaneously, her claws tear into me, drawing her own blood from my hips; her cock spasms to her pulse, pushing against the walls of my pussy as it shoots thick ropes of scorching cum into me. I can’t help but cum in response, my hole trying to no avail to clench around her massive cock. Girl cum gushes from my twitching clit as I collapse onto the couch, completely undone. Soon after Van falls on top of me, her knot still stuck inside

She kisses me gently on the cheek and moves us to be laying on our sides, her knot still stuck inside me, slowly but surely pumping away. “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t too rough,” she apologizes.

“Mmmmmppppphhhhh, is ok,” I half mumble, half moan. 

“I thought so, but better safe than sorry. Now, come snuggle up,” she says softly, pulling me back against her, “We’re gonna be like this for a bit.” She notices the dazed look of bliss on my face. “Not that you seem to mind one bit.”

“Uh huh,” I mumble-moan, nuzzling back against her warm, soft body. My brain still soft as she continues to breed me.

“Good, because I don’t mind either,” she rumbles, nuzzling me back.

[lavender-inkwell-99]

Testing (WIP)

A ChelDOS fic

Harsh fluorescent lights flicker on inside Chell’s “room.” Though room was a bit of a misnomer. Really, it was a glorified cage with barely enough room for a bed and a toilet. The walls were made of a soft padding. Even the bed was nothing more than a jut out of this padding from the wall. The toilet similarly was padded and looked more like a jumbo sized roll of paper towels than the typical porcelain throne. 

“Wakey, wakey. Do you know what today is? It’s our five year anniversary. Can you believe it?” inquired GLaDOS over the loudspeaker, her gentle, synthetic voice emanating from the walls of the room itself. Chell groans as she sits up and stretches, ignoring her jailer. “Five years ago today you came to my door, desperate, parentless, fat. Yet I still took you in with open arms. I gave you what you always craved - purpose. To test for eternity for me.”

Chell stands and stretches some more. She has learned to take advantage of her tormentor’s morning monologue as a good time to warm up her muscles for the hours of testing ahead. “I have some surprises in store for you. To commemorate our time together. And don’t worry, cake isn’t one of them. Someone needs to watch their weight, after all.” A panel in the wall recesses and slides away to reveal an opening. Beyond it, as there has been almost every day for the past five years, was a stand holding a portal gun and something GLaDOS insists is a protein bar. Though to Chell it feels more like modeling clay, and tastes more like minty soap. But the fact that she has not died yet of starvation or malnutrition was at least some proof of its dietary validity.

She scarfs down her breakfast, and picks up the portal gun. The door beyond the stand opens, revealing a pneumatic elevator. Chell steps inside and is propelled to her first test of many for the day. It is a surprisingly simple one compared to the past few weeks. Nothing more than just getting a weighted cube and placing it on the right pressure plate. The next test is similarly easy. As is the next and the next. For hours Chell goes through chamber after chamber of tests fifth graders could do. During all this GLaDOS is unusually quiet. Not even chiming in with the occasional over-worn jab at her lack of parents, or nonexistent weight issue. Chell suspects this is GLaDOS’ idea of punishment for 

After hours of these mind numbingly easy tests, Chell enters a chamber unlike anything she’s seen before. It was a single large room. The walls and floor are covered in the same soft padding as her room. In the center, a venusian figure of wires and polymers hangs from the ceiling. At first Chell mistakes it for GLaDOS’ normal carapace but as she studies it she finds it is quite different. The usual clean silhouette of her body is marked with a series of retracted pneumatic tendrils hugging the sides, along with a pair of articulating arms resting in front like a praying mantis waiting to strike.