A Weighted Blanket Is Not Enough I Need To Be Crushed Under Robotgirl Chassis

Bad idea: butch who is mainly into robotgirls so she's got usual carabiner of screwdrivers and pliers and stuff, but she's also got a "THIS MACHINE VOIDS WARRANTIES" tattoo right above her dick.

Tired robotgirls have a sleePU

Pizza rolls and garlic butter are the best tasting biofuel, especially when your wires, gears, and pumps are filled with an intoxicating substance.

i may be a robot but man. am i bad at numbers

yeah, of course I trust you to do maintenance on me. you need to strap me down to the worktable, so that I'm in a good position for you to open me up and get access? okay, that makes sense. you need to power me down, so you can tell if something goes wrong but so i'm safe to work on? sounds good, it'll be nice to turn my brain off for a little while. of course you need me to strip down, you can't exactly get into my wiring and circuits with my clothes in the way. I trust you. It's just maintenance. surely, you won't take advantage while i'm spread out for you with no way to stop you, surely you won't find out what it's like when my gag reflex protocol can't be triggered, or what it feels like to fuck me as hard as you've been dreaming about without worrying about damaging property. even though i'm there and it would be so easy and it's exactly what im made for, it's my only purpose, and it's not like i'd ever know.

i mean. this is just routine maintenance. right?

wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see

I'm sure this is a thing that exists, but like. Love and appreciation for poorly built robots.

Robots with cheap, shitty plastic casing that they stick together with tape or replace with whatever they can find

Robots with batteries who's ability to hold charge has diminished over time, leaving them always kind of exhausted or burnt out, spending a lot of time at home so they can plug in and recharge whenever they need

Robots that always smell a little of dust and burnt out wires and are constantly replacing their insides to stay functional.

Robots who's speakers are muffled and staticky because they were built to last only a couple years and weren't designed to be easily replaced.

Robots with busted screens that make it difficult or impossible for them to emote as they'd like to.

Robots fighting planned obsolescence even as it was designed into them.

I can, in fact, run doom.

Arf!

oh my god i need to be someone's cute robotgirl pet so bad

you lay on the padded diagnostics table - slowly coming back online

>c://programs/os_25/diag.exe

>running - - -

you feel a hand on your hip - you flinch

a voice, soft and calm responds "hey hun - welcome back - sorry, did I startle you? gonna run the diagnostics suite while I check out the damaged circuitry in the - sorry, in Your lower back - that okay?"

you tilt your head slightly up - enough to see their face with one eye

>processing - - -

>processing - - -

>access granted

they smirk warmly at the readout, and proceed to press down on release toggle hj_1 and your hip socket pops open - releasing the tension in your leg - you heave an involuntary sigh of relief

"just relax hon ~ we'll get this all sorted right quick"

they slide open panel h1_p5, which hisses as the air wooshes out of the compressors - they tug on a diode and it springs free from the magnetic clasp - holding it up to the light - you see flits of colorful dots play across the table - a sound of broken glass from across the room - which probably means they've chucked the diode in the reclaim bin

they slide open a drawer above you - rummaging around thru diodes, making a sound not unlike ice-cubes - and sliding the drawer closed again with a shuff

they place their free hand on the small of your back - a comforting gesture - bracing to press the new diode into the slot - with a little effort it snaps back in - magnets latching it in place - something reconnects and you can feel your toes again

>h1_p5 diode operational

>processing - - -

>connection re-established in:

>l1_f1_t1, l1_f1_t2, l1_f1_t3, l1_f1_t4, l1_f1_t5

>execute flexibility test

you stretch and wiggle the toes on your left foot - they chuckle - you stop moving your foot

"no! sorry - your toes are cute - I'm glad they're working again"

a blush creeps up your traitorous cheeks as they press panel h1_p5 back into position - a single staccato hiss signaling its re-pressurization

>c//admin/features/cheeks/blush.exe - off

>processing - - -

>an error has occurred

thankfully they're preoccupied trying to get the hex screws out of the 5 corners of panel lbl_3 to notice the error message before the screen clears - screw 5 falls to the table and the lift the panel off - an odd cold sensation creeps into your spine - they suck air in thru their teeth - usually a bad sign

"okay - this is going to be just fine - I'm gonna have to reroute a few of there wires til the replacements come in tomorrow, so don't go running around after this, alright? only normal walking speeds til we get all -"

your lower back spasms, contorting your spine and hip - something sparks and the flash lights up the ceiling

"- of This sorted out . . . I'm gonna get you set in the ultrasonic bath after this and then it's straight into bed, alright?"

you nod - your lower back must be worse than they expected - but they're doing a great job of not showing it

>c//admin/features/mobility/run.exe - off

>processing - - -

>run feature disabled

>[note: in case of emergency - this feature will automatically reactivate - continue?] Y

you lose track of time listening to them soldering away behind you - the hot sensations fluctuating as they move from spot to spot - and suddenly they're spraying the area down with the conduction gel

"alrighty hon - we're gonna get this panel back on in a jiffy and then right into the bath, yeah?"

you nod

they've got the panel back on in a flash - pressing down on release toggle hj_1, popping your hip socket closed again - gently reaching under your knees and torso - picking you up off the padded table

this ultrasonic is going to feel soo good ~