The blog dedicated to my Steam Powered Giraffe shipping and smut writing in general, because I want to post it, but don't want to use my actual URL. :) Enjoy, if you can. <3
that I've fallen out of the SPG fandom and won't write anymore for it
It was a bit of a bitter end for me, I can't even bring myself to finish up my WIPs.
So this is just a psa to let everyone know that if you came for SPG smut, there will be no more, and that anything posted on this blog from hereon out (if there is anything) will not be SPG.
So yeah. Sorry about that.Ā
I'm not deleting what I have written, because I get annoyed when people do that and I don't want to do it to anyone, but I won't be writing any more.
Thankyou for your attention, it's been fun. *bows deeply and exits the stage*
i don't know if this post was even necessary but i thought i'd make it for the people who followed this blog anyway
Except I can't deal with putting dicks on the 'bots so I find a way around it
Again
idek if it's good anymore man i've been looking at it for too long just take it maybe someone will like it
Closing the door to the H.O.W, the Spine put his head in his hands and sighed, unable to lean back against it due to his currently unretractable spines.
Theyād made what would have been a perfectly normal day into a torment.
Besides all the unsuspecting Walter Workers and other inhabitants of the Manor whoād brushed past him in narrow hallways, unknowingly sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core, heād also had Water Guy David, who, after his discovery of a few days ago, refused to let the topic lie for more than a few minutes every time he saw him.
And of course, to top it all, Rabbit had decided to be the tease she always was and chase him around the manor with a feather duster, brushing his spines and winding him as tight as she could before he finally made it to the H.O.W and locked the door, spines thrumming and core pulsing with the automatonic equivalent of arousal.
The dim red of the room was something of a relief, as was being alone.
QWERTY, after her last mess at a show, had been taken offline for a week or so for repairs from Steve and Michael, leaving Beebop in charge of the Manorās systems. He was more than able to do it, but also chose to not lurk in the H.O.W, leaving the Spineās usual haunt empty save for him.
Normally, this would simply bring relief at the realisation that he didnāt have to deal with the invasive computer screen.
But today?
A slow grin spread over the Spineās face as he stepped forward, his hands loosening his tie and moving to the buttons of his vest as he moved into the wires that hung from the ceiling like vines. Like gentle fingers, they took the vest and tie from his shoulders as soon as the buttons were undone, and he began on the buttons belonging to his shirt.
There was something deeply exciting about exposing his core ā something secret and something to be hidden, bared before the world. However, until Davidās accidental discovery of a few days ago, he hadnāt known howā¦ affecting it could be to have his core touched in conjunction with his spines.
It had been a stressful day, and all the wayward touching to the parts of him that were the most sensitive had left him frustrated.
What better way to blow off some steam ā so to speak ā then to experiment with Davidās new discovery?
Standing amidst the veritable jungle of loosely hanging wires, making him completely invisible to anyone who came in, he slowly slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting a stray wire carry that away as well so that he stood completely bare chested.
Tucking one arm up behind him so that his fingers rested on the lowest spine, at his lower back, he gently smoothed his other hand across his chest and around his core, not quite touching it yet.
He wanted to take this slow ā and he was revelling in the solitude and the fact that he had time to take.
Slowly, he slid his rubber fingertips over the rim of his core and onto the glass that covered it, combining the movement with a tiny movement along the lowest and most sensitive spine.
He shivered at the sensation, feeling filthy and yet getting a feeling of satisfaction at knowing he was able to continue as long as he wanted.
The movements on his spine grew stronger and bolder, his greedy fingers touching as much of the spine as he could reach as he rubbed around the circumference of his core and gasped a puff of steam at the sensation.
Slowly, his fingers gained speed, the hand at his core straying onto the glass, and soon, his fingers were not enough.
At his mental call, wires came to life and wrapped around his spines for him, sliding around them slowly and making him moan shamelessly. He added his now free hand to his core, pressing around the rim and making the glass creak slightly as his other hand continued to rub the glass itself, stimulating the most sensitive part of him. He could feel the blue matter inside curling and jumping as his systems fed electrical pulses back to it, but the strain on it rode the razor edge between pleasure and pain for him, stoking him higher and making him want more.
Unbidden, his mind called up images of past lovers heād had. Human women, human men ā thereād always been time for experimentation ā other robotsā¦ then, finally, it settled on Walter Guy David.
Why David? Apparently, the incident of a few days ago meant that his need for labels had put David in the box of āloverā.
And god help him if that image wasnāt appealing. David, flat on his back, helpless, face flushed and hair mussed, eyes half lidded, panting his nameā¦
The wires on his spines sped up, and glad for the solitude, he groaned loudly and without restraint. His fingers added pressure to his core and rubbed faster, scratching every now and again, seeking out the most sensitive places on the small pane of glass, making him bite his lip as he found and exploited them.
He could feel the impulses firing adding up behind his core, and yet he still kept going, knowing full well what was to come, that image of David stuck firmly behind his eyelids.
The wires wrapped tighter, and he didnāt last much longer after that.
Much like a wave crashing, electricity zapped around his core, making him cry out, and this turned out to be the last straw for the blue matter driven device, as his core alleviated the pressure around it by sending the buildup of electricity zipping and flowing around his body. The excess electricity flowing through his wiring was almost too intense, and he clenched his teeth, choking out a groan as his core continued to fire electrical impulses randomly and without meaning.
He took a while to recover, finding himself on his knees, panting steam, the wires slinking from around his spines to retreat back to the ceiling.
His shutters blinked slowly, and his processor chugged after being subjected to an overload, so after getting the wires to retrieve his shirt, vest and tie from wherever theyād gone to, he collapsed against a particularly thick wire.
A languid smile was on his face as he slipped into stasis, and he made a mental note to thank David for his discovery about his core, however accidental it had been.
Me + the Spine's new vest + the introduction of Spavid as a recognised ship = this.
I seem to only be able to sexually write the Spine, also it's much the same as the last one, but it's as done as it's going to be, so... here.
I swear it was only mean to be a few hundred words long I got carried away so here have a monster fic that's fucking 2000 words long i am not joking i wish i was
Walter Guy David looked up from his computer screen for the first time in several minutes, giving an encouraging smile to the automaton sitting on the workbench. The Spine shifted slightly, letting out a quick sigh of steam, his luminous emerald gaze fixed on the Walter Worker.
āWell, the Spineā¦ā
The automaton looked, if possible, even more apprehensive. Walter Guy David turned back to his computer.
āWe will definitely be able to solve the problem, itāll just take a few weeks for the part to come in from Spain.ā
The Spine jumped off the workbench with a clang. āSpain? Why are the materials needed to repair my spine in Spain?!ā
Walter Guy David shrugged. āYou take such good care of it that we never notice that the stuff we need for it is gone until it IS broken, and then we just have to wait.ā
The Spine seemed incredibly unsatisfied with this answer and began to pace the workshop floor. Walter Guy David just continued to watch the screen.
āEverything else functions fine, itās just that you wonāt be able to retract your spines for a few weeks. Whatās the big deal?ā
The Spine stopped his pacing and glared at Davidās back, speaking in a small, worried voice.
āIā¦ I need to be able to retract themā¦ā
David turned to quizzically meet the glare. āWhy? The doorways and hallways in the manor are plenty big enough for you to fit through with spines extended, and itās highly unlikely youāll injure someoneā¦ā
He trailed off, waiting for the Spine to stop nervously adjusting his tie, still impeccably in place despite the privacy of the manor.
āWell?ā
āTheyāreā¦ well, theyāre quite sensitive, itās not practical to have them in ā ā
āWhat do you mean, sensitive? Thereās no reason for them to be!ā
ā ā reach of other people and animals and animate objectsā¦ā
The Spine frowned at David for the interruption, but David didnāt seem to notice as he waited for an explanation.
āWell, the touch sensors there are more sensitive than the ones elsewhere, so when I bump things with themā¦ and when theyāre extended, I bump things with them a lotā¦ what are you doing with your face and what does it mean?ā
A slow grin, reminiscent of a man hatching a maniacal plan ā which he currently was ā had crept onto Davidās face, not unnoticed by the Spine.
āI see,ā was all the Walter Worker offered, moving from his place at the computer to saunter closer to the automaton. He stopped when he was less than a foot away.
āSo if I do thisā¦ā
David curled a hand up and around the Spineās shoulder, gently alighting on one of the spines protruding from his back.
The Spineās eyes fluttered closed and he swayed forwards a bit, putting his hands on Davidās shoulders.
āIād really rather you ā ā
The automaton cut himself off with a groan, rolling his neck to the side and letting out a short gasp as Davidās hand slid down the length of the spine towards his back, fingernail snagging slightly in the groove that ran perpendicular to the spine itself.
Davidās grin slowly dropped into a curious expression, and he added his other hand to the second spine jutting from his back, giving a few strokes and eliciting a long moan from the titanium automaton. The Spine tried to stifle the sound by biting his lip, to no avail.
David blinked. Was thisā¦ what he thought it wasā¦?
He stroked back the other way, and the hands on his shoulders clenched tighter, still aware than David was human ā well, mostly anyway ā and was therefore fragile.
āPlease David, donāt do this to m ā ooohh do that againā¦ā
David had moved from merely touching the spines to smoothing his palms over them, alternating directions. As his left palm moved in, his right moved out, and a burst of steam exited the Spineās mouth quickly, accompanied by a continuous series of whines and whimpers.
Suspicions being certified, David raised his fingers and scratched along one of the spines, achingly slowly.
The Spineās reaction was everything heād hoped for, his back arching into the touch like a cats and a sharp cry escaping his mouth as his lip slid from between his teeth. He moaned again, the sound raw and wanting, his head collapsing to Davidās shoulder ā without putting the entire weight on it, he hadnāt quite forgotten himself yet ā and it seemed as though this was exactly what David had thought it was.
When the Spine had said sensitive, David had been thinking that youād touch his spines and heād become some sort of 6 foot tall, mechanical kitten.
Not that they were what seemed to be the automatonic version of an erogenous zone.
He should feel embarrassed; he should want to stop and leave, preserve his professional relationship with the ābots and also his job, butā¦ he found that he couldnāt.
Or rather; really didnāt want to.
Heād never seen the Spine this undone, having lost control over himself; and yet here he was, all six feet of him, mewling at Davidās touch and desperate for more.
The control he had was heady, and if he was completely honest, as he became bolder in his movements over the spines, every sound that the Spine was making was going straight to his cock. The whimpers, moans and sighs were quiteā¦ distracting, reallyā¦ and though the motion he was making had nothing to do with the human idea of sex, the outcome certainly seemed to be similar.
He moved around the Spine, between the robot and the worktable, hiding the effect on himself somewhat and getting better access to the spines. The automaton barely seemed to notice, lost in sensation as he was.
Curious, after a few more long strokes, David put his lips and tongue to the titanium, heated by steam and the thrum of the Spineās internal engines working overtime. He was rewarded with a loud cry, and so he raised one hand to the top spine, plucking it like a string as he licked his way up the second spine. The small twung sound it made was obscured by the Spine giving a loud whimper and his knees almost giving out, causing him to sway alarmingly.
It would seem that he was getting close toā¦ whatever was going to happen.
On a whim, one of Davidās hands snaked around the Spineās chest, undoing a button on the vest and then the shirt to allow him access to the automatonās core. Slowly, pressed entirely to the side of the automatonās back in order to avoid the spines, he rubbed around the circumference of the luminous core before raking his fingernails across it, combining the action with a final rough stroke of the top spine.
The reaction was exquisite. He had to quickly lift his face and hands away from the Spineās metal skin as he let out a strangled cry and stray electrical current flowed through him, sparking off him and zapping Davidās fingers slightly before he snatched them away.
The Spine fell to his knees, bracing his hands on the floor in front of him and letting out slowly fading cries and moans as his own version of an orgasm wracked through his system. His eyes were clenched shut, his mouth open, and David swallowed drily, because seeing the Spine orgasm was not a sight one saw every day and it was quite an impressive one.
After a few more long sighs of steam and an experimental press of his own core, as though to make sure it hadnāt fallen out, the automaton quietened down, and the only sounds in the workshop were the thrum of the Spineās motors, the occasional puff of steam, and Davidās ragged breathing.
David had braced himself back against the workbench, his cock still straining against the fabric of his pants, and as the Spine slowly got up and turned to face him, a blank expression on his face, David mumbled something about flamingos in the Manor and tried to walk towards the door of the workshop.
āTriedā being the key word.
As he took a step, a titanium hand caught his arm and dragged him back towards the Spine, spinning him back around so he was facing the automaton and staring straight into his vibrant green photoreceptors. There was a quirk to his lips that David wasnāt sure that he liked.
āYouāve seen the effect that touching my spines has now, but Iām not sure you really understand it. Here, let me demonstrate.ā
He found himself being pushed back and then lifted by the arms to sit on the edge of the workbench. He barely had time to brace his hands on the surface of it before a pair of quick, silver hands were undoing his pants and pulling down his underwear, letting his cock spring free.
āThe Spine, I āā
The Spineās long fingers wrapped around his erection and gave an experimental stroke, cutting him off midsentence.
āIf you want to play this game then Iāll give you this game, David.ā
The Spineās rubber palm moved up and down his cock, torturously slowly, his thumb circling over the head on every upstroke, his other hand snaking up Davidās back and into his blue-streaked hair, pulling him closer to the odd warmth of the automatonās still exposed core.
The stunned Walter Worker barely knew what to do with himself ā between the hand tugging his cock and the other tugging his hair, there was the perfect balance between pleasure and pain and he had no idea where the Spine had learned to do it so well.
Tilting his head upward with eyes closed in a silent request, he was gratified with a pair of hard black lips crashing into his, surprisingly wet tongue slipping into his mouth and causing his hips to buck up into the hand still stroking his cock. Davidās hands swept from behind himself to wrap around the Spineās neck, pressing his chest against the automatonās core and tilting his head in order to deepen the kiss. The hand tightened the slightest bit as it moved and Davidās hips twitched, stuttering, as he moaned into the Spineās mouth.
Pulling Davidās hair back in order to break the kiss, the Spine rumbled into the shell of his ear, in possibly his lowest tones, slathered in sarcasm. āYou know, if I didnāt know better, Iād say this was arousing you. Is it, David? Have I got it right?ā
The hand in his hair slipped out to brace across his shoulders as the hand on his cock sped up, and god help him but the rubber of the automatonās palm was causing the perfect amount of friction and all David could manage was a guttural groan, his head lolling back.
āStrangely enough, I think so, but I think I might keep going to make sure.ā
David whimpered as the Spineās rhythm stuttered and slowed slightly, causing the Walter Guyās hips to buck yet again, trying to push himself over the edge. Enough sarcasm was dripping from the Spineās voice to create an ocean, but David frankly didnāt care. Right now, he was so close he could feel his toes curling in his shoes and his scalp tingling and heād deal with the consequences later.
The Spine knew he was close, and leant back down to the Walter Workerās ear to deliver the final blow, his voice so low and rich that David writhed as the vibrations seemed to thrum through his whole body.
āYou have to ask for it, David.ā
āPleaseā¦ Spineā¦ā
āIām sorry? Please what?ā
He was being a horrific tease and he knew it ā the grin on his titanium faceplates betrayed that.
David gasped as the automatonās hand twisted a bit, granting him a different sensation and winding him just a bit tighter.
āPleaseā¦ let me come.ā
āThatās more like it.ā
His hand increased in speed, and David let out a sharp cry as it became enough to tip him over the edge ā and when he said tip, he meant catapult. A wave of pleasure swept over him as he came so hard he saw stars, and he writhed and whimpered and rode the rest of his orgasm out as the Spineās other hand carded through his hair and he mumbled to him in that low voice of his.
It seemed like hours until he opened his eyes again, only to spy the Spine looking slightly frustrated with him as he tried to straighten out the mess David had made of his uniform.
āSo now you know what that does, Iād appreciate it if you didnāt go telling everyone. If my spines need to be extended for a few weeks, Iād prefer to have them so with as little forced stimulation as possible.ā
David just stared, dumbfounded. āCan all of you do that, orā¦?ā
The Spine sighed, the sigh he used when Rabbit was wearing a fake moustache, insisting that his name was āEl Rabbitoā and not answering to anything else.
āYes, there are points of stimuli on each of the automatons.ā
David nodded, that sly grin slipping back onto his face. The Spine sighed.
āThatās not a challenge.ā
David just nodded, eyeing the automaton.
āYou know, those parts will take a few weeks to get here, and your spines are going to be extended for that entire timeā¦ā
His only response was a puff of steam.
āā¦ do you think I couldā¦ explore them further and see what exactly their function is? What their limits are? What your core has to do with it? How many times in a row ā ā
He didnāt even finish the sentence before the Spine left, slamming the workshop door after him.
David smirked.
Well. Heād always liked a good challenge, and it seemed that āSpine touchingā was now open for business.
I submitted this as anon on another blog (http://donteventhinkaboutdenyingit.tumblr.com/post/50966924220/system-overload), written back when Walter Girl B was a thing, but I have an account now, so here goes. :) My first official submission to the tag.
It's not even sex, but it does have my idea of a robot orgasm, with my victim being the Spine.
System Overload
**
āAre you sure this is safe?ā
Walter Girl B turned from the console she stood at, from which numerous wires slithered their way across the floor to the Spine, who stood shirtless and with the panels on his shoulder blades slid aside. The wires slinking from the console twisted up his body and plugged into the revealed inner panels on his back, along with the first segment of his spine, connecting into ports usually hidden beneath his gleaming metal skin. The robotās wrists were bound by yet more wires, these ones insulated, suspending him upright like the strings of a puppet from the distant and hidden ceiling of the H.O.W.
The white-clad assistant scientist grinned sweetly at the restrained automaton, who glitched suddenly, his head snapping to the left. For the past few days, heād been unable to go into stasis for some reason, and it was starting to take its toll on him in the form of glitches.
āQuite sure, the Spine. Itās only a problem because you havenāt gone into stasis for a while. Your system hasnāt been able to make the repairs it normally would while youāre in stasis, so theyāve added up a bit, thatās all. Basically, we just need to trigger a shutdown, and this is the best way I can think of doing it. Youāll be fine.ā
The silver ābot was not encouraged in the least, and showed it, trying to frown at Walter Girl B through a sudden glitch that made his face do something that was probably vaguely frightening. He could think of several ways to do this better than simply overloading his system with electricity, which heād never tried and didnāt know the effects of, but Walter Girl B was quite insistent.
Well, heād agreed to it, and she assured him it was safe. There was no turning back now.
Ā With one final check of the console in front of her, Walter Girl B gave one last ā meant to be reassuring - grin before flipping a switch on the circuit board, giving life to the wires.
āLevel 1.ā
At first nothing happened.
Then, slowly, a low thrum began to emit from where the wires met his own circuitry, slowly seeping electricity into his system and causing a slow tingle that spread from the first segment of his spine to the second, then the third. It was quite pleasant, actually.
The Spine relaxed from the tense posture heād been holding himself in, having prepared for the worst. If this was all it was, he could definitely handle it. It certainly wasnāt as bad as some other schemes the Walter Girls had -
āLevel 2.ā
Oh.
Oh.
The thrum intensified, and the tingle grew into a sparking sensation, dancing up and down his entire spine. It spread from his shoulder blades and raced up his arms, causing his fists to clench involuntarily as he shuddered, recognising a signal his programming dug up from some forgotten spot and threw in his face.
Pleasure.
He released a gasp of steam, at both the recognition of the feeling and a new wave of electricity that hit his boiler just right. The Walter ābots been designed to feel pain, this he knew, but he didnāt know he could feel it this intensely on the other end of the scale as well. The electrical zapping was setting his sensors alight with feeling, and he could barely find it within himself to care that he was moaning wantonly with each new wave of electricity that surged its way through the wires in his back. He knew he should be ā but wasnāt - perturbed that Walter Girl B was sitting there, watching his reactions intently. She clearly knew what this was doing to him, at any rate, because just as he got used to the amount of electricity sheād unleashed on him, her light voice called out again.
āLevel 3.ā
He had to bite back a sharp cry as more energy surged through him, more than before, making him writhe and pull at the wires holding his wrists.
Electricity raced freely throughout his body now, dancing around his spine, zapping through his limbs and circling achingly, frustratingly close to his core. The water in his boiler heated rapidly, steam releasing through his cheeks as his system started to work harder, trying to keep up with what his circuitry was demanding. He was aware that he was sending out a stream of nonsense binary over the wi-fi, but was powerless to stop it, words having failed in the wake of the electricity flowing through him, constantly growing and ever so tantalisingly good.
He felt as though it was building towards some sort of height, the likes of which he couldnāt quite comprehend yet ā all he knew was that he didnāt want it to stop.
āLevel 4.ā
Oh good god YES.
All semblance of self-control was completely gone now, and he was vocalising the intense pleasure racing through him without restraint, his vocoder cracking under the constant monologue of please-please-yes-oh-yes-please-please-yes-please. What he was begging for, he didnāt know, but as the sensation of heated pleasure kept growing, he knew heād get it soon. He writhed against his bonds, which were the only things keeping him upright at this point, as blue sparks visibly jumped from his titanium panelling. There was a zapping sound in his ears, and he thought he could smell something burning, but what, he didnāt know, and certainly didnāt care.
Just as he thought he couldnāt take it for any longer, there was a crackling boom, and then he was lost in a sea of glorious sensation, over the edge heād never realised was there, his world narrowing down to the darkness behind his eyelids as electricity raced over his metallic skin. His core pulsed brighter, hotter, with each new wave that washed over him, his vocoder audibly cracking as he let out a scream of pleasure.
Then, finally, there was a ting and a high pitched whine as his system shut down, overloaded.
After a few moments, he came back online, his photoreceptors opening to the sight of Walter Girl B looking up at him, grinning in a stellar impression of the Cheshire Cat.
āFeeling better?ā
Well.
The Spine thought for a moment, focussing on how his system was running. His core was pulsing quietly, his boiler was simmering away to itself, and though his thoughts were in turmoil from what had just happened, everything else was working just fine, ticking along just like it should.
Including the wi-fi, complete with concerned messages from Hatchworth and Rabbit, asking if he was alright; that theyād gotten his messages and were concerned about what the ācheck-upā he was having was involving, exactly.
Oops.
Meanwhile, Walter Girl B was removing the wires from his back and sliding the panels back into place.
āThatā¦ that was absolutelyā¦ I mean, it wasā¦ā
She paused in the process of untying his hands. āIncredible?ā
He was caught off guard. āWellā¦ yes.ā
She moved from his right hand to his left, her voice betraying a smile. āI know. I made it that way. You needed some sort of release, and I was more than happy to give it to you.ā
Her voice held a lilting quality to it that he would have considered almostā¦ flirtatious, had her face been visible to him.
āI am rather disappointed though, the Spine.ā
He widened his photoreceptors, racking his blue matter for a reason why she could possibly be disappointed with that outcome. It had been absolutely MIND-BLOWING, and she was disappointed?
She tsked at him as though he were a misbehaving child.
āThere were so many more levels I wanted to try. You didnāt even get halfway through!ā
That one sentence did an excellent job of stalling all trains of thought he was trying to have.Ā Not even HALFWAY THROUGH? His boiler starting burning hotter at the thought.
She leaned closer to his ear, leaving off on untying the last wire from his wrist.
