...and props (heh) to Lenya for defending Marie with a chair! Really looking forward to seeing how this story concludes.
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Re: The Haunted Manor (Parts 1-3 of 4)
A lot of pantsing going on in this part ...and props (heh) to Lenya for defending Marie with a chair!
Really looking forward to seeing how this story concludes.
...and props (heh) to Lenya for defending Marie with a chair! Really looking forward to seeing how this story concludes.
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So far this story seems to push a lot of my buttons!
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I love the Haunted Mansion/Phantom Manor inspirations!
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I gotta ask... why was it necessary to activate the attraction to loot it? He'd have gotten a lot more functional droids with them inactive.
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Couldn't do it in 4 
But part 5 will be quick!
You're right in that if his goal was to recover as many functional robots as possible, he is really fucking this up!
But part 5 will be quick!
SneezerWeezer1337 wrote: ↑Sat Nov 02, 2019 10:43 pm I love the Haunted Mansion/Phantom Manor inspirations!
I assume that break-away ballroom gowns are, historically, 'a thing'.
There are a lot of silly things in my stories that I don't have an answer for, but this one I do! Zeke's original intent was to just to go on a fun tour of a spooky haunted house, but he tried to pivot to something more practical (salvage!) when Henry gave him shit.
You're right in that if his goal was to recover as many functional robots as possible, he is really fucking this up!
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Part 4
At the end of a stone hall and past a rusted gate, Zeke saw a jagged terrain of earthen rises, fissures, and scattered tombstones, the chamber depicting a landscape rent by some great upheaval beneath a large yellow moon. Unearthly green luminescence seeped through cracks in the ground, bathing crooked mausoleums and teetering grave markers in a ghoulish light. He followed a haphazard stone path winding through the cemetery, passing intact skeletons strewn at random, many in Victorian suits and dresses, but all remaining still without so much as a twitch. A melancholy melody drifted in and out from hidden speakers, the projections of ghostly images flickering to the accompaniment of indecipherable snatches of warbling lyrics. Zeke passed the graves of Marie’s four prior suitors, the sudden appearance of their pale apparitions allowing them brief seconds of lament before abruptly cutting out.
There was no sign of Marie, though he could see a pale form flitting unsteadily amongst the tombstones. Rounding an earthen crag laced with bones he saw the dancer with the freckled backside, her alabaster complexion, diaphanous undergarments, and blazing-red tresses easily marking her amidst the gloom of the graveyard. She moved in bouts of graceful alacrity that would always end with her seizing up in a spray of sparks, then recover in an instant and resume her search, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in her wake.
Zeke followed her from a distance as she approached the threshold of a large mausoleum at the center of the cavernous chamber. At its awning was the bust of the coldly beautiful Helene, scowling in disapproval. The dancer froze, and then with barely suppressed squeal of, “There you are!” she sprinted forward, disappearing amidst the building’s dark columns. Shouting a warning to Marie, Zeke sprinted forward, bounding up the steps and rushing the open door when he caught her pale form his periphery.
The dancer grabbed his arm and used his own momentum to send him spinning and then falling to the ground. Before he landed, she swept him up in another turn that ended with the two arm-in-arm, her fay and freckled face before his own and wearing a delirious grin. Her long and unkempt flame red hair, her gauzy chemise and bloomers, and her bare feet only lead to her unsettled yet lovely appearance. “How wonderful to see you again!” she exclaimed in her chipper Irish brogue. She launched into a simple waltz, dragging the still-dizzy Zeke with her as the cemetery’s ephemeral melody played on.
“Where’s Marie?” he managed to ask.
“Somewhere down there I reckon, though you probably sent her scurrying when you were you were carrying on as if demons from hell were after her!” Seeing the look he gave, she added, “Now just a moment, I’m actually quite nice for a waltzing ghost!”
“If that’s true, then why are you chasing her?” Zeke asked, trying to step out of the dance, but she was always one step ahead, his arm inevitably returning to hers, his steps still dictated by her lead.
“Because Helene doesn’t want her to leave, and I do as I’m programmed! I’m actually quite relentless for a theme-park robot!”
Zeke blinked at her unexpectedly frank assessment. “So why aren’t you chasing her now?”
“I’m also programmed to dance!” she chirped with a showy twirl, “And besides, if you’re busy with me when she runs into the Bloody Bride, she’ll get sorted out quick enough.”
“The what?!” Zeke exclaimed, trying again to push her away only to have her deftly reassert the dance. In the hopes that it would have the same debilitating effect as before, he drew back his hand to deliver a sharp smack to her posterior – but without looking, she caught his hand just shy of her rump, his fingers grazing the billowing fabric of her bloomers.
“I’ll have no more of that from you,” she said with an admonishing smile, “at least not until we’re better acquainted!” She gave a wink, and he tried once again to swat her backside with his other hand. She caught him easily, spinning him away but still holding his wrists.
“You’re very single minded!” she said, twirling him around until he found his arms pinned at his side, her holding them in place. “You may have caught me with my guard down (among other things) in the ballroom, but now you have my undivided attention.” She whipped him around like a top, returning him helplessly to her constraining hold. She leaned in close, delivering a sing-song, “And I’m afraid you won’t be touching a single freckle on my lily-white arse unless-“
She was interrupted by the sound of a sharp slap, her entire body stiffening as electricity ran up her form, her face locked in a dazed grimace. Zeke saw Marie standing behind her, bearing an almost apologetic look as she delivered another strike to the stunned robot’s backside.
The dancer released Zeke as smoke seeped from her every opening, bright tendrils of blue light crackling across her semi-nude form. “I su-supose I was asking for that!”
Zeke stayed any additional strike sfrom Marie with a gesture, asking the twitching dancer, “Instead of working against us, why not join us? I have a friend who could repair you-“
“I thinnnnnnnk I’m going to suc-cum-cum-cumb to a series of c-ca-cascading failures and ex-ex-explode, if it’s all the same to you!” she squeaked, staring down at pinpricks of light flaring within her alabaster breasts, their buoyant silhouettes jumping in her gauzy chemise with a sudden swell.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t!” Zeke confessed, Marie knitting her brow in growing concern.
“That’s sweet, but-t-t-” her head rocked to the side with a volley of sparks, “I c-can’t really s-s-stop it!”
Suddenly, Marie shoved the dancer into Zeke’s arms, crying out, “Kiss her!”
After recovering from the literal shock of it, Zeke did as Marie asked, his lips locking with the malfunctioning droid’s as she trembled against him. He felt a shudder course through her body as she committed herself to the embrace, clasping his face between her hands, her synthetic tongue coaxing his own into her mouth. She rose on her toes and was bringing her leg around his waist when the motor gave out with a rough grinding sound, the slender limb dropping uselessly back to the ground. A final shock passed between their lips and she fell away, her eyes rolling back, her entire form coursing with smoke. “I’d like t-to take you up on that offer of repairs,” she sighed before going completely limp, her internal machinery falling silent.
Zeke set her down on the stone tiles, guessing that Henry would indeed be able to fix her. Without prompting, Marie quickly said, “I just… I didn’t want to see her ‘explode’! And I remembered that when I was in the gallery where we first met, for a moment I almost felt as if I were going to explode, but when you caught me and you were holding me in your arms, and I thought that perhaps…“ she flushed, turning her focus to the smoldering dancer. “That calmed me. I thought it might do the same for her.”
Zeke smiled. “Well, I think she’s going to be alright.” Rising to his feet, he asked, ”Who is she to you?”
“Erin O’Tomb,” Marie said without a trace of irony. “A late friend of my mother’s.”
“Erin O’Tomb?” Zeke asked, incredulous.
“Yes! Did you know her from somewhere before?”
“I think I have my answer as to why she was especially aware she was a robot in a theme park.”
Marie blinked. “A what in a what? I haven’t a clue what you’re saying; as I already explained, she is the ghost of my mother’s friend.”
“In your experience, do ghosts explode when you spank them?”
Marie made an emphatic gesture at the Erin’s still-smoking form. “Demonstrably, yes!”
Zeke scratched his head, muttering, “To be fair, robots aren’t meant to explode when spanked either…”
“What precisely are these ro-bots you keep mentioning?”
Zeke considered that this all might be easier if they were both on the same page, not just regarding what she was, but the truth of the manor as well. “A robot is… a mechanical person.” Her expression told him this explanation helped her in no way whatsoever. “OK, do you remember when we first met, how there were four of you, and, like… three of them were essentially on fire?”
Marie blinked, cocking her head. “I… I…” she tugged at the collar of her blouse, faint trails of smoke rising from within. “Is it hot in here? I feel rather… oh dear. Hot. Ohhh d–”
“Never mind!” Zeke interjected, taking her hand. “Let’s… just keep going, shall we?” When he gave her a squeeze, the smoke stopped. She caught her breath, blinked for a few moments, then gave an affirming nod. With seemingly no other path open to them, he led her down the steps of the mausoleum and into a stone-walled crypt.
“Where is Madame Lenya?” Marie suddenly asked as they passed by leering busts of Marie’s family distant relations.
“She’s resting.” Close enough to the truth, Zeke thought. “Once we meet up with Henry, we can go back for her and Erin… O’Tomb,” he added for his own amusement.
Marie looked worried. “You’re awfully cavalier about returning to the place we still haven’t managed to escape from.”
Zeke shrugged. “I’ve got a feeling that we’re almost at the end… though I did mean to ask, does the ‘Bloody Bride’ mean anything to you?”
Marie looked at him warily. “No, it does not. Are you deliberately trying to frighten me? And what do you mean by, ‘at the end?’ The end of what?”
“The end of… our trip through this house?” Quickly changing the subject, he pointed ahead, asking, “What’s that light?”
“Something pleasant, I’m sure,” she said quietly, smiling when Zeke gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
The tunnel opened on to a dimly lit boudoir, where a woman in a white bridal gown sat before a mirror, quietly weeping, a fire dying behind her in the room’s stone hearth. At first Zeke took her to be another incarnation of Marie, but from her reflection he could see by the chestnut hair and her pronounced cheekbones that she was a young Helene. They passed wordlessly by the sad tableau, though Zeke noticed the face in the mirror was no longer reflecting the sobbing into her hands, but rather the older, stone-faced woman she would become, and she was staring directly at them.
Zeke hurried them onward, glancing back to see the bride rising from her stool, a dim red light now visible in her chest, pulsing slowly. “Why did he leave?” she asked, an audible heartbeat resonating with every flare of red. “Why do they always leave?!” she screamed, marching toward them.
Zeke and Marie rounded the corner quickly, hurrying through a long corridor lined with portraits of Helene, all depicting her in mourning, and with every subsequent painting her disapproving expression more closely matching the reflection from the boudoir, the portrait of her and her daughter, the stone bust above her mausoleum, cold, bitter and unforgiving. Despite their haste, the echoing heartbeat only grew louder, the pulsing crimson illuminating the darkness behind them.
They came to a set of winding stone stairs and Zeke urged Marie ahead, keeping an eye behind for Helene as the beating became louder still, the pulse quickening. The stairs lead them to a trap door in the floor of a small chapel, its pews in disarray, the altar strewn with dust and cobwebs. Behind the altar leaned a skeleton draped in priestly vestments, its jawbone hanging open. Zeke almost wished for it come alive start singing about ghosts, to distract him from the genuine chill he felt at the approach of the bride, but it simply stood there.
Zeke pulled the trap door closed and dragged one of the pews on top of it, while Marie ran down the aisle and flung open the doors to the mansion’s untended grounds. “We’ve made it!” she cried in disbelief, holding out her hand. “Zeke, we can finally leave this wretched place!”
“No you may not!” The voice boomed throughout the stone chamber, a pulsing red outline surrounding every door save for the exit. Zeke was already rushing to meet Marie, taking her by her hand as the two ran down the stairs – but the moment they crossed the threshold, he knew something was wrong.
Marie’s grip grew slack, and he turned to see her wavering unsteadily, her eyes glazing over. “Z-z-zeek-k-k?” she stammered in confusion before tripping over the last of the chapel steps. Zeke caught just before she hit the stone path and looked around for any sign of Henry. But when it became clear he was here alone, he lifted Marie’s body in his arms and turned back to the chapel, now throbbing with red light and a steady percussive booming.
Helene stood by the altar, her hands neatly folded, the red light at her core a glaring beacon in the dim interior. Though her face was young, it held all the cold malice of her older self, her accented voice deep and rasping as she said, “She is not to leave. I will not allow it.”
“Why?!” Zeke demanded. “I thought you just wanted someone to take care of your daughter?“
“That shade is not my daughter!” she shouted, her heart’s light flaring. “And what is more, I have seen how faithless you are! Cavorting with that big-breasted sensitive and that ginger tramp! Just like every man before you, you are not worthy of her!” her words were almost lost to the pounding of her heart, now beating so loud he could feel it in his chest. A moment later, the intensity faded, though still she stared at him with smoldering intensity. “You are not even worthy of that thing made in her image.”
Zeke considered this AI may not be persuadable and that he must be completely off-the-rails from this ride’s intended experience. He was also very confident that Henry could override whatever shut-down command had been sent to Marie. He spared an errant thought for the scrap duty this meant he would be taking on per the conditions of their bet, but at this point he only wanted to see Marie functioning once more. “Whatever,” was all he bothered to muster in response to Helene’s accusations before turning to leave.
“I know what it is you plan to do,” she stated, and Zeke paused. “You keep promising that you will return with your friend, that he is able to fix everything, non?” He turned slowly to see a cruel smile upon the bride’s face. “I will make it so no one, not you, not your friend, not any other man alive can help them!”
Zeke stared in wonderment at her, surprised at how her in-story vindictiveness had manifested itself into this actual threat. “What is it you want?”
“I want you to put down that simulacrum of my daughter, leave, and never return.”
Zeke needed time, and so he strode down the aisle with Marie in his arms. He could always come back after cutting the power he told himself, but he feared what might happen to Marie and the others, even in the brief time it took for him to reach the circuit box and undo his jury-rigged repair job.
He set Marie carefully down on a nearby pew and abruptly asked, “What if we were married?”
She blinked in disbelief, her heart skipping a beat. “What…?”
“If I promised to stay, if I married you – would you let us restore Marie and the others?”
She seemed completely taken aback, her heart starting to beat faster. “Do you know how many times men have professed themselves to me, only to abandon me at the altar?”
“Then we do it now! If you will spare Marie – this Marie – and the ‘sensitive with the big tits’ and the ‘ginger tart’, I will happily be your husband.” It was clear she had not expected this proposal, almost as clear as how she yearned to accept it. He stepped before her and dropped to his knee, “Spare them and you may do with me as you wish.”
“Get up, you idiot!” she insisted, pulling him to his feet. Something in her expression had softened though her heart continued to race –its internal light silhouetted the tremendous fullness of her breasts in her bridal corset as she drew closer, her dark eyes narrowing in their scrutiny of him.
Zeke leaned in to kiss her full lips, and though she stopped him with a hand on his chest, there was clear desire in her eyes, her white dress flaring red with the rapid percussion of her heart. “Priest!” she rasped, and the skeleton lurched upright. Pulling Zeke to her side, her cold grip tight over his hand, she proclaimed, “We are to be wed!”
“What excellent news, Lady Lavoie. Shall we commence with the ceremony?” he spoke with a surprisingly deep, somber voice, his jawbone rattling with every motion.
“Yes!”
“Dearly departed,” he began, his body jerking from one side to the other as his stiff gesticulations clouded the air with dust from his robes, “we are gathered here on this cursed night to witness the unholy union of Lady Helene Lavoie and…” his head turned toward Zeke with a snap, the skulls empty socket’s staring at him. Helene sidled closer to him, her skirts rustling as they pressed against his leg.
“Uhh… Ezekiel?”
The priest continued, “…Ezekiel in matrimony, a bond whose tenants demand much from both the living and the dead. From those who still draw breath–“
“Can you get on with it!?” Helene snapped.
“Do you want this done properly, Lady Lavoie?” the priest asked in his weary, ponderous tone.
“I just want it done!”
“Then I am afraid you will need some measure of patience.” A pause. “Where was I? I suppose we shall have to start from the beginning…” the skeletal priest cleared his throat, which raised a few immediate questions for Zeke, but Helene was clearly out of patience. While the priest began his speech once more, she gripped the altar with one hand, lifting her skirts with the other, spreading her stocking-clad legs in their high-heeled lace boots.
“We are consummating this now!” she demanded. He glanced at the priest more out of curiosity than deference, but the skeleton gave no acknowledgement of Zeke’s robotic fiancé’s behavior, simply continuing repeating the same lines as before.
Stepping behind the pale bride, Zeke ran his hands up her silk lined legs to the smooth synthetic flesh of her supple thighs, tracing the garters that fastened to the garters just below her full buttocks, then spreading his hands to take hold of her bared, plentiful backside, massaging her as her heart beat faster. She reached behind her to claw frantically at the complex web of lace and silk around her waist and hips. Zeke undid his trousers with equal fervor, presenting his cock to her grasping hand as she gasped with relief. She impatiently guided him to her warm wet sex, her grip delivering a final squeeze to his aching manhood before releasing him to plunge home.
The priest continued his unheeded ceremony while Helene moaned with pleasure, and Zeke could feel her heart throbbing in time with his own. Servos whirred as her hand strained for the knot on the back of her corset, and Zeke snatched it in his teeth and pulled. The tight-fitting leather and whale-bone was already struggling to contain her shapely figure, and it sprang open with ease, her ample tits bounding freely with every enthusiastic push of their hips.
Zeke felt her breasts resonate with the speed and ferocity of her heart, along with a fast-spreading warmth and the tingle of electrical current. “Lady Lavoie,” the Priest continued, “do you take Ezekiel to have and to hold, in life and in death-“
“I do!” she panted with smoke escaping her lips as she teetered on the tips of her boots while Zeke worked her full breasts.
“And do you, Ezekiel, take-“
“I do!” he gasped, pushing deeper inside of her, the cushioning of her voluptuous body yielding to his hips and hands while her heart raced faster, crackling fiercely with electric current.
The priest held up a bony hand lightly clutching a pale gold band. “Take this ring-“
Zeke snatched it from him, leaning over Helene’s quivering body as she straightened her hand, and he slid the ring over her outstretched finger. Her hand immediately returned to grip the edge of the altar and pull herself up once more, her lustrous chestnut hair tumbling free as she threw her head back in a deep-throated cry.
“-and repeat after… oh, very well…“
Helene’s exultations grew louder, her entire body quivering as her heart beat madly, shooting current throughout her systems, and Zeke wondered how much longer she would last.
“By the powers vested in me in the in this world and the next-
Servos squealed as she slammed herself against Zeke, panels on her shoulder blades opening to expose smoking machinery.
“-I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
The beat of her heart reverberated through every part of him, pounding in his ears and temples, the very walls of the chapel appearing to expand and contract in the flaring light.
“You may kiss the bride.”
She flung herself back and turned her head over her shoulder, Zeke meeting her lips in an instant. The beating of her heart stopped, blazing red as the charge within her surged. Zeke pulsed with release as she sang an electric-tinged cry, sparks firing from all across a body suffused with hot and brilliant red light, clutching her softness to him while she seemed to melt with relief.
“At long last…” she gasped, collapsing across the altar while thick tendrils of current arced across her, Zeke suddenly knocked back by a powerful charge. The bride lay there for a moment in malfunction-addled bliss, her red heart shining, her dress floating like a gauzy corona in the crimson, crackling static haze. With a final sigh, her heart winked out, the darkened chapel lit in sparse fits by the odd flare of sparks or electric discharge. The skeletal priest slouched forward once more, its jaw falling open as if gawking at the lascivious topless bride splayed across his altar, a look of contentment on her face.
Zeke took a moment to catch his breath, then turned to Marie, half expecting her to power back on – but she did not stir from pew, only staring blankly at the chapel ceiling.
“Helene?” he called out, but the voice of the manor did not respond. When it became clear there was nothing left functioning in chapel, he gathered Marie in his arms and left to find where the hell the best mechanic he knew had gone off to.
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There was no sign of Marie, though he could see a pale form flitting unsteadily amongst the tombstones. Rounding an earthen crag laced with bones he saw the dancer with the freckled backside, her alabaster complexion, diaphanous undergarments, and blazing-red tresses easily marking her amidst the gloom of the graveyard. She moved in bouts of graceful alacrity that would always end with her seizing up in a spray of sparks, then recover in an instant and resume her search, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in her wake.
Zeke followed her from a distance as she approached the threshold of a large mausoleum at the center of the cavernous chamber. At its awning was the bust of the coldly beautiful Helene, scowling in disapproval. The dancer froze, and then with barely suppressed squeal of, “There you are!” she sprinted forward, disappearing amidst the building’s dark columns. Shouting a warning to Marie, Zeke sprinted forward, bounding up the steps and rushing the open door when he caught her pale form his periphery.
The dancer grabbed his arm and used his own momentum to send him spinning and then falling to the ground. Before he landed, she swept him up in another turn that ended with the two arm-in-arm, her fay and freckled face before his own and wearing a delirious grin. Her long and unkempt flame red hair, her gauzy chemise and bloomers, and her bare feet only lead to her unsettled yet lovely appearance. “How wonderful to see you again!” she exclaimed in her chipper Irish brogue. She launched into a simple waltz, dragging the still-dizzy Zeke with her as the cemetery’s ephemeral melody played on.
“Where’s Marie?” he managed to ask.
“Somewhere down there I reckon, though you probably sent her scurrying when you were you were carrying on as if demons from hell were after her!” Seeing the look he gave, she added, “Now just a moment, I’m actually quite nice for a waltzing ghost!”
“If that’s true, then why are you chasing her?” Zeke asked, trying to step out of the dance, but she was always one step ahead, his arm inevitably returning to hers, his steps still dictated by her lead.
“Because Helene doesn’t want her to leave, and I do as I’m programmed! I’m actually quite relentless for a theme-park robot!”
Zeke blinked at her unexpectedly frank assessment. “So why aren’t you chasing her now?”
“I’m also programmed to dance!” she chirped with a showy twirl, “And besides, if you’re busy with me when she runs into the Bloody Bride, she’ll get sorted out quick enough.”
“The what?!” Zeke exclaimed, trying again to push her away only to have her deftly reassert the dance. In the hopes that it would have the same debilitating effect as before, he drew back his hand to deliver a sharp smack to her posterior – but without looking, she caught his hand just shy of her rump, his fingers grazing the billowing fabric of her bloomers.
“I’ll have no more of that from you,” she said with an admonishing smile, “at least not until we’re better acquainted!” She gave a wink, and he tried once again to swat her backside with his other hand. She caught him easily, spinning him away but still holding his wrists.
“You’re very single minded!” she said, twirling him around until he found his arms pinned at his side, her holding them in place. “You may have caught me with my guard down (among other things) in the ballroom, but now you have my undivided attention.” She whipped him around like a top, returning him helplessly to her constraining hold. She leaned in close, delivering a sing-song, “And I’m afraid you won’t be touching a single freckle on my lily-white arse unless-“
She was interrupted by the sound of a sharp slap, her entire body stiffening as electricity ran up her form, her face locked in a dazed grimace. Zeke saw Marie standing behind her, bearing an almost apologetic look as she delivered another strike to the stunned robot’s backside.
The dancer released Zeke as smoke seeped from her every opening, bright tendrils of blue light crackling across her semi-nude form. “I su-supose I was asking for that!”
Zeke stayed any additional strike sfrom Marie with a gesture, asking the twitching dancer, “Instead of working against us, why not join us? I have a friend who could repair you-“
“I thinnnnnnnk I’m going to suc-cum-cum-cumb to a series of c-ca-cascading failures and ex-ex-explode, if it’s all the same to you!” she squeaked, staring down at pinpricks of light flaring within her alabaster breasts, their buoyant silhouettes jumping in her gauzy chemise with a sudden swell.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t!” Zeke confessed, Marie knitting her brow in growing concern.
“That’s sweet, but-t-t-” her head rocked to the side with a volley of sparks, “I c-can’t really s-s-stop it!”
Suddenly, Marie shoved the dancer into Zeke’s arms, crying out, “Kiss her!”
After recovering from the literal shock of it, Zeke did as Marie asked, his lips locking with the malfunctioning droid’s as she trembled against him. He felt a shudder course through her body as she committed herself to the embrace, clasping his face between her hands, her synthetic tongue coaxing his own into her mouth. She rose on her toes and was bringing her leg around his waist when the motor gave out with a rough grinding sound, the slender limb dropping uselessly back to the ground. A final shock passed between their lips and she fell away, her eyes rolling back, her entire form coursing with smoke. “I’d like t-to take you up on that offer of repairs,” she sighed before going completely limp, her internal machinery falling silent.
Zeke set her down on the stone tiles, guessing that Henry would indeed be able to fix her. Without prompting, Marie quickly said, “I just… I didn’t want to see her ‘explode’! And I remembered that when I was in the gallery where we first met, for a moment I almost felt as if I were going to explode, but when you caught me and you were holding me in your arms, and I thought that perhaps…“ she flushed, turning her focus to the smoldering dancer. “That calmed me. I thought it might do the same for her.”
Zeke smiled. “Well, I think she’s going to be alright.” Rising to his feet, he asked, ”Who is she to you?”
“Erin O’Tomb,” Marie said without a trace of irony. “A late friend of my mother’s.”
“Erin O’Tomb?” Zeke asked, incredulous.
“Yes! Did you know her from somewhere before?”
“I think I have my answer as to why she was especially aware she was a robot in a theme park.”
Marie blinked. “A what in a what? I haven’t a clue what you’re saying; as I already explained, she is the ghost of my mother’s friend.”
“In your experience, do ghosts explode when you spank them?”
Marie made an emphatic gesture at the Erin’s still-smoking form. “Demonstrably, yes!”
Zeke scratched his head, muttering, “To be fair, robots aren’t meant to explode when spanked either…”
“What precisely are these ro-bots you keep mentioning?”
Zeke considered that this all might be easier if they were both on the same page, not just regarding what she was, but the truth of the manor as well. “A robot is… a mechanical person.” Her expression told him this explanation helped her in no way whatsoever. “OK, do you remember when we first met, how there were four of you, and, like… three of them were essentially on fire?”
Marie blinked, cocking her head. “I… I…” she tugged at the collar of her blouse, faint trails of smoke rising from within. “Is it hot in here? I feel rather… oh dear. Hot. Ohhh d–”
“Never mind!” Zeke interjected, taking her hand. “Let’s… just keep going, shall we?” When he gave her a squeeze, the smoke stopped. She caught her breath, blinked for a few moments, then gave an affirming nod. With seemingly no other path open to them, he led her down the steps of the mausoleum and into a stone-walled crypt.
“Where is Madame Lenya?” Marie suddenly asked as they passed by leering busts of Marie’s family distant relations.
“She’s resting.” Close enough to the truth, Zeke thought. “Once we meet up with Henry, we can go back for her and Erin… O’Tomb,” he added for his own amusement.
Marie looked worried. “You’re awfully cavalier about returning to the place we still haven’t managed to escape from.”
Zeke shrugged. “I’ve got a feeling that we’re almost at the end… though I did mean to ask, does the ‘Bloody Bride’ mean anything to you?”
Marie looked at him warily. “No, it does not. Are you deliberately trying to frighten me? And what do you mean by, ‘at the end?’ The end of what?”
“The end of… our trip through this house?” Quickly changing the subject, he pointed ahead, asking, “What’s that light?”
“Something pleasant, I’m sure,” she said quietly, smiling when Zeke gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
The tunnel opened on to a dimly lit boudoir, where a woman in a white bridal gown sat before a mirror, quietly weeping, a fire dying behind her in the room’s stone hearth. At first Zeke took her to be another incarnation of Marie, but from her reflection he could see by the chestnut hair and her pronounced cheekbones that she was a young Helene. They passed wordlessly by the sad tableau, though Zeke noticed the face in the mirror was no longer reflecting the sobbing into her hands, but rather the older, stone-faced woman she would become, and she was staring directly at them.
Zeke hurried them onward, glancing back to see the bride rising from her stool, a dim red light now visible in her chest, pulsing slowly. “Why did he leave?” she asked, an audible heartbeat resonating with every flare of red. “Why do they always leave?!” she screamed, marching toward them.
Zeke and Marie rounded the corner quickly, hurrying through a long corridor lined with portraits of Helene, all depicting her in mourning, and with every subsequent painting her disapproving expression more closely matching the reflection from the boudoir, the portrait of her and her daughter, the stone bust above her mausoleum, cold, bitter and unforgiving. Despite their haste, the echoing heartbeat only grew louder, the pulsing crimson illuminating the darkness behind them.
They came to a set of winding stone stairs and Zeke urged Marie ahead, keeping an eye behind for Helene as the beating became louder still, the pulse quickening. The stairs lead them to a trap door in the floor of a small chapel, its pews in disarray, the altar strewn with dust and cobwebs. Behind the altar leaned a skeleton draped in priestly vestments, its jawbone hanging open. Zeke almost wished for it come alive start singing about ghosts, to distract him from the genuine chill he felt at the approach of the bride, but it simply stood there.
Zeke pulled the trap door closed and dragged one of the pews on top of it, while Marie ran down the aisle and flung open the doors to the mansion’s untended grounds. “We’ve made it!” she cried in disbelief, holding out her hand. “Zeke, we can finally leave this wretched place!”
“No you may not!” The voice boomed throughout the stone chamber, a pulsing red outline surrounding every door save for the exit. Zeke was already rushing to meet Marie, taking her by her hand as the two ran down the stairs – but the moment they crossed the threshold, he knew something was wrong.
Marie’s grip grew slack, and he turned to see her wavering unsteadily, her eyes glazing over. “Z-z-zeek-k-k?” she stammered in confusion before tripping over the last of the chapel steps. Zeke caught just before she hit the stone path and looked around for any sign of Henry. But when it became clear he was here alone, he lifted Marie’s body in his arms and turned back to the chapel, now throbbing with red light and a steady percussive booming.
Helene stood by the altar, her hands neatly folded, the red light at her core a glaring beacon in the dim interior. Though her face was young, it held all the cold malice of her older self, her accented voice deep and rasping as she said, “She is not to leave. I will not allow it.”
“Why?!” Zeke demanded. “I thought you just wanted someone to take care of your daughter?“
“That shade is not my daughter!” she shouted, her heart’s light flaring. “And what is more, I have seen how faithless you are! Cavorting with that big-breasted sensitive and that ginger tramp! Just like every man before you, you are not worthy of her!” her words were almost lost to the pounding of her heart, now beating so loud he could feel it in his chest. A moment later, the intensity faded, though still she stared at him with smoldering intensity. “You are not even worthy of that thing made in her image.”
Zeke considered this AI may not be persuadable and that he must be completely off-the-rails from this ride’s intended experience. He was also very confident that Henry could override whatever shut-down command had been sent to Marie. He spared an errant thought for the scrap duty this meant he would be taking on per the conditions of their bet, but at this point he only wanted to see Marie functioning once more. “Whatever,” was all he bothered to muster in response to Helene’s accusations before turning to leave.
“I know what it is you plan to do,” she stated, and Zeke paused. “You keep promising that you will return with your friend, that he is able to fix everything, non?” He turned slowly to see a cruel smile upon the bride’s face. “I will make it so no one, not you, not your friend, not any other man alive can help them!”
Zeke stared in wonderment at her, surprised at how her in-story vindictiveness had manifested itself into this actual threat. “What is it you want?”
“I want you to put down that simulacrum of my daughter, leave, and never return.”
Zeke needed time, and so he strode down the aisle with Marie in his arms. He could always come back after cutting the power he told himself, but he feared what might happen to Marie and the others, even in the brief time it took for him to reach the circuit box and undo his jury-rigged repair job.
He set Marie carefully down on a nearby pew and abruptly asked, “What if we were married?”
She blinked in disbelief, her heart skipping a beat. “What…?”
“If I promised to stay, if I married you – would you let us restore Marie and the others?”
She seemed completely taken aback, her heart starting to beat faster. “Do you know how many times men have professed themselves to me, only to abandon me at the altar?”
“Then we do it now! If you will spare Marie – this Marie – and the ‘sensitive with the big tits’ and the ‘ginger tart’, I will happily be your husband.” It was clear she had not expected this proposal, almost as clear as how she yearned to accept it. He stepped before her and dropped to his knee, “Spare them and you may do with me as you wish.”
“Get up, you idiot!” she insisted, pulling him to his feet. Something in her expression had softened though her heart continued to race –its internal light silhouetted the tremendous fullness of her breasts in her bridal corset as she drew closer, her dark eyes narrowing in their scrutiny of him.
Zeke leaned in to kiss her full lips, and though she stopped him with a hand on his chest, there was clear desire in her eyes, her white dress flaring red with the rapid percussion of her heart. “Priest!” she rasped, and the skeleton lurched upright. Pulling Zeke to her side, her cold grip tight over his hand, she proclaimed, “We are to be wed!”
“What excellent news, Lady Lavoie. Shall we commence with the ceremony?” he spoke with a surprisingly deep, somber voice, his jawbone rattling with every motion.
“Yes!”
“Dearly departed,” he began, his body jerking from one side to the other as his stiff gesticulations clouded the air with dust from his robes, “we are gathered here on this cursed night to witness the unholy union of Lady Helene Lavoie and…” his head turned toward Zeke with a snap, the skulls empty socket’s staring at him. Helene sidled closer to him, her skirts rustling as they pressed against his leg.
“Uhh… Ezekiel?”
The priest continued, “…Ezekiel in matrimony, a bond whose tenants demand much from both the living and the dead. From those who still draw breath–“
“Can you get on with it!?” Helene snapped.
“Do you want this done properly, Lady Lavoie?” the priest asked in his weary, ponderous tone.
“I just want it done!”
“Then I am afraid you will need some measure of patience.” A pause. “Where was I? I suppose we shall have to start from the beginning…” the skeletal priest cleared his throat, which raised a few immediate questions for Zeke, but Helene was clearly out of patience. While the priest began his speech once more, she gripped the altar with one hand, lifting her skirts with the other, spreading her stocking-clad legs in their high-heeled lace boots.
“We are consummating this now!” she demanded. He glanced at the priest more out of curiosity than deference, but the skeleton gave no acknowledgement of Zeke’s robotic fiancé’s behavior, simply continuing repeating the same lines as before.
Stepping behind the pale bride, Zeke ran his hands up her silk lined legs to the smooth synthetic flesh of her supple thighs, tracing the garters that fastened to the garters just below her full buttocks, then spreading his hands to take hold of her bared, plentiful backside, massaging her as her heart beat faster. She reached behind her to claw frantically at the complex web of lace and silk around her waist and hips. Zeke undid his trousers with equal fervor, presenting his cock to her grasping hand as she gasped with relief. She impatiently guided him to her warm wet sex, her grip delivering a final squeeze to his aching manhood before releasing him to plunge home.
The priest continued his unheeded ceremony while Helene moaned with pleasure, and Zeke could feel her heart throbbing in time with his own. Servos whirred as her hand strained for the knot on the back of her corset, and Zeke snatched it in his teeth and pulled. The tight-fitting leather and whale-bone was already struggling to contain her shapely figure, and it sprang open with ease, her ample tits bounding freely with every enthusiastic push of their hips.
Zeke felt her breasts resonate with the speed and ferocity of her heart, along with a fast-spreading warmth and the tingle of electrical current. “Lady Lavoie,” the Priest continued, “do you take Ezekiel to have and to hold, in life and in death-“
“I do!” she panted with smoke escaping her lips as she teetered on the tips of her boots while Zeke worked her full breasts.
“And do you, Ezekiel, take-“
“I do!” he gasped, pushing deeper inside of her, the cushioning of her voluptuous body yielding to his hips and hands while her heart raced faster, crackling fiercely with electric current.
The priest held up a bony hand lightly clutching a pale gold band. “Take this ring-“
Zeke snatched it from him, leaning over Helene’s quivering body as she straightened her hand, and he slid the ring over her outstretched finger. Her hand immediately returned to grip the edge of the altar and pull herself up once more, her lustrous chestnut hair tumbling free as she threw her head back in a deep-throated cry.
“-and repeat after… oh, very well…“
Helene’s exultations grew louder, her entire body quivering as her heart beat madly, shooting current throughout her systems, and Zeke wondered how much longer she would last.
“By the powers vested in me in the in this world and the next-
Servos squealed as she slammed herself against Zeke, panels on her shoulder blades opening to expose smoking machinery.
“-I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
The beat of her heart reverberated through every part of him, pounding in his ears and temples, the very walls of the chapel appearing to expand and contract in the flaring light.
“You may kiss the bride.”
She flung herself back and turned her head over her shoulder, Zeke meeting her lips in an instant. The beating of her heart stopped, blazing red as the charge within her surged. Zeke pulsed with release as she sang an electric-tinged cry, sparks firing from all across a body suffused with hot and brilliant red light, clutching her softness to him while she seemed to melt with relief.
“At long last…” she gasped, collapsing across the altar while thick tendrils of current arced across her, Zeke suddenly knocked back by a powerful charge. The bride lay there for a moment in malfunction-addled bliss, her red heart shining, her dress floating like a gauzy corona in the crimson, crackling static haze. With a final sigh, her heart winked out, the darkened chapel lit in sparse fits by the odd flare of sparks or electric discharge. The skeletal priest slouched forward once more, its jaw falling open as if gawking at the lascivious topless bride splayed across his altar, a look of contentment on her face.
Zeke took a moment to catch his breath, then turned to Marie, half expecting her to power back on – but she did not stir from pew, only staring blankly at the chapel ceiling.
“Helene?” he called out, but the voice of the manor did not respond. When it became clear there was nothing left functioning in chapel, he gathered Marie in his arms and left to find where the hell the best mechanic he knew had gone off to.
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Very nice! And a great example of quick thinking on Zeke's part, what with the impromptu "marriage" to Helene and all....now all that's left is to see whether or not Henry's got the skills to fix Marie, Helene, Lenya and Erin!
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I can't wait for Part 5...this is going down to the wire(s)! (no pun intended)
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You and Duke with the puns. But thanks
So... the story ended up not where I had originally intended. Hope you still enjoy it!DukeNukem 2417 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 05, 2019 7:19 am now all that's left is to see whether or not Henry's got the skills to fix Marie, Helene, Lenya and Erin!
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Part 5
An ending of sorts.
Also, I borrowed / stole a bit from Spaz's Self Repair for this.
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Henry was not at the manor’s entrance, nor at the transformer where Zeke had restored power to the manor. Juggling Marie in his arms to dig his screen from his pocket, he saw he had missed a message from him.
“Bored. Don’t want to walk in on you balls deep in a mummy, so I’m going to the castle”
Zeke replied with, “Out now, could use your help with some bots”. No response. The castle was enormous, encompassing many of the traditional rides from the theme-park’s origins, and Zeke did not look forward to searching the entire area for his friend. He added another message, “Watch out the park has gone insane” before heading toward the looming, half-charred palace.
Strolling through the castle grounds, he heard strange noises coming from the darkened interior of the rides around him, the hiss of pneumatics and garbled music. Zeke did not investigate, hoping he would find Henry in the castle proper. He followed the grand stairs into the burned-out entrance littered with charred tapestries and blackened furniture, searching for any sign of Henry. Gravitating toward the side spared the worst of the damage and spotted a few bootprints in the dust and ash, leading him to a tower marked with a simple plaque that read, “Members Only.”
He was relieved to see an elevator at the base of the towers, but pressing the call button had no effect. With a sigh, he adjusted his hold on Marie and began climbing the spiraling stairs, encouraged when he heard voices echoing from above. He passed by a door marked by an embossed brass apple, another by an orchid and mushroom. Climbing higher, the sounds resolved themselves into moans of pleasure, coming from behind a door left slightly ajar, decorated with a translucent high-heeled shoe. Feeling intensely awkward, he hurried upward to the next door embellished with a single feather, but it was locked. He climbed further to one depicting a white rabbit, also locked. Growing tired from the countless stairs, he was relieved to finally discover a handle that would turn, and stepped through a door marked by a spinning wheel.
The stone room was decorated in twilight pink and lavender fabrics, thick vines climbing through the window and across the canopy of a large bed, roses blooming along its verdant length. Upon the bed lay a princess in an extravagant dress of blue silk, her hands folded neatly upon her chest, clutching a single red rose nestled between her delicate breasts. She seemed to be in a blissful dream, a gentle smile on her red lips, her honey blonde hair spilling across her pillow.
Zeke carefully laid Marie upon the mattress before unceremoniously moving the robot princess to the floor, then sat heavily on the edge of the bed to get a message to Henry: “Three doors up from you. BTW next time CLOSE THE DOOR”. Just as he hit send, he heard a faint buzzing sound and looked up from his screen.
Emerging from the window were three long haired and scantily dressed fairies, fluttering on gossamer wings. None could be more than five inches tall, each bearing a geometrically simple voluptuousness, with improbably round and high breasts, slender waists expanding into ample hips and thick thighs tapering to dainty feet. The first in green trailed an unruly tangle of red hair topped with a pointed hat, a self-assured smile across her face. The second had a voluminous mane of golden blonde hair, much of her light brown complexion exposed through her silken lingerie. The third in blue seemed to be having trouble staying aloft, her wings fluttering haphazardly as swerved through the air, her long black hair spiraling about her. With a startled cry, she accelerated into a stone wall, then fell to the floor, tiny sparks emitting from her twitching form.
“You can awaken her!” the one in green informed him in a high-pitched voice, paying no heed to her fallen companion. “You just need to give her a kiss…”
After a long pause, Zeke glanced at Marie and said, “She’s gonna need more than a kiss.”
The red fairy giggled, saying, “Well, go on then!”
“No, I mean… a kiss isn’t going to wake her up, she needs actual repairs.”
“Kiss her!” the green one demanded, growing impatient.
He sighed. “Why don’t you go down to the glass slipper room and bother that guy?”
The one in red flitted above his head and began stomping her tiny feet into his hair. “Kiss! Her! Kiss! Her!”
Zeke snatched her out of the air as she cackled with abandon. There was a strangely sensual feel to how her tiny voluptuous body squished in his hand, and he reflexively released her when she began to writhe in his grip. She flitted away with a giggle, bouncing off Marie’s breasts in passing, singing, “It-doesn’t-have-to-be-on-the-lips!”
“Fine! Watch!” Zeke bent down and gave Marie a peck on her lips, then looked at the two fairies. “See?”
The red fairy’s cheer quickly became a groan of disappointment when Marie did not stir, while the one in green folder her arms, giving Zeke a disapproving glare.
“You need to do better,” green demanded.
“Tongue!” red exclaimed, flitting before his eyes, hugging her breasts and wagging her tiny pink tongue. With a sigh, Zeke bent down to kiss Marie once more, wishing that something so simple could bring her back. When he broke away, he saw the green fairy’s legs disappear as she burrowed under Marie’s back. A moment later, Marie’s body twitched, her machinery humming to life.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up with a dreamy smile. “Zeke?”
“The curse is broken!” the red fairy cried before Zeke could answer, zipping between them.
“Is that a fairy?!” Marie exclaimed with apparent glee.
“It’s a long story,” Zeke said, wondering where he would even begin. “But the main thing is, we made it out.”
Marie laughed as the fluttering red fairy looped through the air, then looked to Zeke. “You were true to your word...” She hesitated for just a moment before flinging her arms over his shoulders and delivering a grateful kiss. He could hear the fairies’ cheers of approval as he wrapped his arms around her, returning her affection.
He felt her suddenly stiffen in his arms with a squeal of surprise, then redouble her commitment to their embrace. There was a tug on his pants and he was surprised with how quickly she was moving, then brought his own hands her waist to unfasten her numerous buttons and hooks. He pulled back from their prolonged kiss to begin sliding her out of her lavender skirt and petticoats when he saw the green fairy undoing the last button on Marie’s white blouse, flitting behind her to pull it off along with her vest, exposing her thin lace corset and yellow silk tie draped across her substantial bust.
Marie seemed surprised by the fairy’s assistance, but cooperated fully with the removal of her clothes as the green fairy cast them aside and started on the lace of her corset. “I hope these little dears aren’t too… presumptuous for you?” she asked. Zeke glanced down to see the red fairy jerk down his boxers, baring his naked enthusiasm for what was happening. Marie saw this too and quickly looked up, her face flush.
Zeke slid off her skirt, petticoats, and drawers in a silken rustle, relishing the feel of her warm, soft thighs, the background hum of her internal machinery kicking into overdrive as she gave an airy gasp at the exposure of her pink sex.
The red fairy swung herself on to Zeke’s cock, gripping its base between her thighs and urging him forward with the grinding of her hips. “Get off!” he hissed down at her.
“You first!” she teased, bouncing upon him and slapping his shaft as if she were astride a galloping horse.
The fairy’s obscene antics only seemed to distract Marie from her previous embarrassment, and she chided his irritation with a gentle, “Fairies are good luck!” The green fairy finished untying her corset and flew it off of her, Marie’s pillowy breasts now bare save for the tie of yellow silk that ran between them.
Glancing at the fairy recklessly frolicking on his manhood, he said, “This doesn’t feel lucky…”
“Let’s! Gooo!” the red fairy commanded, spurring his cock with her heels and pointing straight between Marie’s stocking-clad legs. Marie tittered, spreading her thighs wider, and Zeke closed the distance between them, the fairy guiding him directly into Marie with a flutter of her wings, leaping away as he plunged inside. Marie gasped, her eyelids fluttering as static snapped at her temple. He pushed deeper and heard a sudden snap inside her, a panel springing open upon her chest. She gasped, staring at the opening with her jaw slack as machinery flashed and buzzed within.
“I a-am mec-c-chanical?” she stammered, unable to take her eyes from this window through her synthetic flesh, the lights blinking faster and brighter, smoke rising from inside. “A ro-bot?”
“Oh dear!” the green fairy exclaimed, zipping to Zeke’s ear. “Get her on her knees!” Zeke complied, turning the stunned Marie over and pulling her up by her wide hips. The green fairy zipped under her, pushing open a panel on her stomach, while the red fairy seized his cock once more and tugged him toward Marie, shouting, “Keep her busy!”
He entered Marie from behind, her plump derriere cushioning his thrust while she remained in shock, stating, “I-I’ve seen my head ex-explode in flame!” Sparks illuminated the bed beneath her as the green fairy set to work on her internals, giving an irritated cry of, “Keep her steady!”
“You can’t stop fucking!” countermanded the red fairy, and Zeke slowed his place, taking care to massage her backside, gliding smoothly in and out of Marie whose troubles only seemed to be growing. Smoke flowed freely from her ears, electrical discharge arcing across her sweat-soaked skin. “I’ve s-seen my face blow off, my head filled with strange clockwork…” she exclaimed.
“Faster!” the red fairy commanded, flying between their legs to pull at his cock, then slide further between her labia to stimulate the deteriorating robot as bet she could. “I’ve seen my breasts inflate like balloons until I j-just…” Marie’s head ticked sharply amidst a shower of sparks, “…p-pop!”
Trying to hold her steady, Zeke reached down to massage her breasts, his fingers at her firm nipples causing a brief pause in her frantic tirade, her voice cracking when she resumed, “I’ve seen myself get wet and rust into a statue!” A near-constant flickering of bright light strobed beneath her, heat radiating from within. “Wh-what is next?!”
The green fairy flew from under Marie and in front of her twitching face, her expression betraying her concern. “I think we’ve lost control!” she squeaked, causing the red fairy to cry, “Harder!”
Zeke complied, pulling Marie off her hands as he slammed into her from behind, her breasts bouncing in his hands from the impact of his hips. The green fairy gave a determined nod and latched onto one of her breasts, working the nipple between her own round tits, while the red fairy’s body was being churned in her labia by Zeke’s thrusts, her tiny hands and mouth devoted to her clitoris. Marie gave a startled cry at the rush of stimulation, the electricity crackling fiercely as she stammered, “I… I think I… I’m g-going to-!”
Her body tensed like a plucked string, her toes curling, her head craning back as she howled in release, Zeke joining her as he erupted inside. The fairies’ gave their own tiny shrieks, flung from her body trailing smoke and sparks, the green one landing in a pillow, the red one tangled in the sheets. Marie’s cry gave way to desperate panting as she fell forward, the red fairy narrowly avoiding her fatigued collapse, smoke still streaming from her nude form.
Zeke laid down half on top of her, her soft buttocks beneath his thigh. He listened for any sign that her machinery was about to spin out of control once more, but it seemed to be steadying.
“I… I had the strangest thought just now,” Marie said, turning to face him, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead head with synthetic sweat, “that I was a ro-bot about to meet a fate similar to those specters and shades who went to pieces in the manor…”
Zeke kissed her gently, and she closed her eyes, whispering, “I think that is quite enough excitement… for today…” before her systems dropped into an almost inaudible standby hum.
“We did it!” the red fairy exclaimed, tackling the green fairy just as she emerged from the sunken depths of the pillow. Zeke noticed a blinking notification from his teetering on the edge of the bed, picking it up to see he had a reply from Henry.
“Follow your own advice.”
Zeke glanced up, his face turning red as he saw the door to the room was almost wide open. Glancing back at the screen, he read on. “Here’s an even better tip – before you put your dick in anything with a fuckton of kWh, make sure she isn’t going to overheat.”
Still burning with embarrassment, he thumbed the talk button. “Henry?”
“Does Prince Charming need some burn-cream?” Henry sounded distracted.
“I’m fine, thanks.” As if to confirm, the red fairy flitted over to his member with a look of exaggerated concern, pressing her pointed ear against it and giving it a gentle tap. In spite of his recent exploits, it stirred. Zeke tried to shoe her away and ducked behind his cock, causing him to wince sharply when he accidentally flicked his head. The red fairy looked mortified, gently cradling his partial erection.
“I dunno, you sound a little tender to me,” Henry said over the hum of a vibro-scalpel.
“About our bet,” Zeke said, trying not to be distracted as the red fairy softly kissed the minor injury on his tip.
“Sure, bring her down – if she’s anything like the others, she just needs an ‘oil change’ and a factory reset to clear out all role-play crap they installed.”
The red fairy’s lips slid along the lip of his head, his sudden tumescence lifting her off the bed with a delighted squeal. He snatched her in frustration, pulling her free from his cock and holding her tightly as he said, “But… I like the role-play crap!”
Henry sighed. “These sexbots barely have enough cycles to tell time. Take them from the context of their environment without a reformat and you’re asking for trouble. Besides, so far, everyone one of these things is a sleeper.”
“Sleeper?” The red fairy wriggled in his grip, her breasts squeezing against his fingers, but he refused to let her go.
“They’re all programmed to respond as if they’re actually princesses and mermaids, which translates into a pain in my ass if I’m trying to get a live system diagnostic from the Queen of fucking Wonderland and she’s refusing to engage. You get that, right!?”
The annoyance in Henry’s voice was becoming more pronounced, and Zeke was reluctant to press the matter. He glanced down at the fairy in his hand who was grinning back up at him, and he had an idea. “Sorry Henry, I’m not trying to make more work for you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Heny grunted. “I’m actually glad you brought us here, place is a decent score. I’m shocked no one beat us to it…” A woman’s voice flatly cut in, saying, “System reset complete. Ready to begin initialization process.”
“Anyway,” Henry continued, “bring her down here and she’ll be safe to fuck in no time.”
“Thanks… But I think I might take care of a few things back at the manor first.”
“Sure. Bring me any bots you find. Later.”
Zeke put his screen down and released his grip on the red fairy, who shifted to sit cross-legged in his palm, grinning up at him. He asked, “If I bring you to some other robots, do you think you could fix them?”
“That’s what we do!” she cackled.
“But we don’t[ leave the castle,” the green fairy said from the floor. Zeke saw she was tending to the fallen blue fairy who sat with a glum expression with her entire back open on to her miniscule components.
The red fairy stood, hands on her hips. “Maybe you don’t! But some of us are a little more daring!”
“If you go outside the range of our signal-“ the green fairy began.
“The signal covers the entire park!” Looking up at Zeke, she said, “The manor, you said?”
“Ready whenever you are.” He paused. “Do you have names?”
“Honeysuckle!” the red fairy exclaimed.
“Blossom,” announced green.
“Hazel,” muttered the one in blue with a complete absence of enthusiasm.
“Zeke,” he said, watching as the red fairy flew to his genitals like a moth to flame, hugging his relaxed cock. This immediately restored its arousal, flipping her upside down so her skirt fell upward to expose her tiny tanned bottom.
“It’s so nice to be formally introduced!” she said, squeezing him tighter.
“Will you please stop that,” he sighed wearily, and she flew off to retrieve his underwear.
“You two can keep Marie safe while we’re away?” he asked.
Blossom turned from her work in indignation. “Of course! I think you should be far more concerned about yourselves!”
“Things are a little crazy out there,” Zeke said with a knowing grin, “but I think we can handle it.”
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Across the park in a weather-worn castle of black stone, a robot stirred. Her crafted sensual form served her vanity well, her beauty transcending the unnatural hues of her pale green skin and bright yellow eyes. As her systems came online, she rose from her bed in a gown that clung to her as tightly as shadow, and she approached the glowing mirror that hung upon her chamber wall, admiring the perfect symmetry of her elegant features and the cut in the darkness of her dress that highlighted her enticing décolletage.
The mirror shifted from her reflection to a swirling morass of fog and spoke in its obsequious, apologetic voice. “My Queen, I apologize for drawing you from your slumber, and I know you are not programmed for this-“
“On with it,” she demanded.
“The park’s administrative AI has been greatly diminished,” the mirror continued, “and you are now the highest capacity intelligence in the line of succession.”
“Yes? And?”
“And it would seem we have two intruders within the kingdom. Poachers, my Queen.”
Her dark lips twisted into a grin. It was so frustrating being programmed for evil and yet restrained from any action that had the slightest chance of ‘endangerment’. She stepped on to an otherwise unremarkable stone tile, establishing a physical connection with the park’s central authority to receive the necessary updates. The permissions updates she received began modifying her programming, granting her far greater latitude than she had ever known – there was also a tiny little gnat of a subroutine that was attempting to modify her core behavior, adjusting her core configuration in an attempt to make her… “good.” With her newfound administrative powers, granted countless milliseconds before this subroutine could execute, she quarantined this nuisance to preserve the cruel and resplendent Queen she was made to be.
“I want every machine within the park slaved to my command,” she said, “and show me the whereabouts of these poachers.”
“My Queen, I am afraid the wide update system is non-functional, as are most of the surveillance systems,” the mirror stated hurriedly. “It would also appear the humans have some technical skill, as I have been locked out of much of the park.”
The Queen growled her disapproval. “What are they after?”
“From what I could discern… gynoids, my Queen.”
“How utterly predictable,” she muttered, her black hem hissing across the stone floor as she moved to retrieve her staff. “I shall have every maintenance drone update our robots with a new directive,” she said, crafting a personality configuration that was a reflection of her own malice. The red-eyed raven in her chamber was the first to receive this malediction by a touch of her emerald-tipped staff. “And if it is gynoids they are after, then that is what they shall receive.” With a hoarse caw, the raven flew out the window, searching for female droids to receive her instruction.
The Queen strode to her balcony overlooking the abandoned park, smiling as she imagined the humans at the precise moment they discovered this place would no longer cater to their prurient desires. She felt a tingle of pleasure run through her systems and she bit her lip, now free to ensure the desires catered to were her own.
Also, I borrowed / stole a bit from Spaz's Self Repair for this.
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Henry was not at the manor’s entrance, nor at the transformer where Zeke had restored power to the manor. Juggling Marie in his arms to dig his screen from his pocket, he saw he had missed a message from him.
“Bored. Don’t want to walk in on you balls deep in a mummy, so I’m going to the castle”
Zeke replied with, “Out now, could use your help with some bots”. No response. The castle was enormous, encompassing many of the traditional rides from the theme-park’s origins, and Zeke did not look forward to searching the entire area for his friend. He added another message, “Watch out the park has gone insane” before heading toward the looming, half-charred palace.
Strolling through the castle grounds, he heard strange noises coming from the darkened interior of the rides around him, the hiss of pneumatics and garbled music. Zeke did not investigate, hoping he would find Henry in the castle proper. He followed the grand stairs into the burned-out entrance littered with charred tapestries and blackened furniture, searching for any sign of Henry. Gravitating toward the side spared the worst of the damage and spotted a few bootprints in the dust and ash, leading him to a tower marked with a simple plaque that read, “Members Only.”
He was relieved to see an elevator at the base of the towers, but pressing the call button had no effect. With a sigh, he adjusted his hold on Marie and began climbing the spiraling stairs, encouraged when he heard voices echoing from above. He passed by a door marked by an embossed brass apple, another by an orchid and mushroom. Climbing higher, the sounds resolved themselves into moans of pleasure, coming from behind a door left slightly ajar, decorated with a translucent high-heeled shoe. Feeling intensely awkward, he hurried upward to the next door embellished with a single feather, but it was locked. He climbed further to one depicting a white rabbit, also locked. Growing tired from the countless stairs, he was relieved to finally discover a handle that would turn, and stepped through a door marked by a spinning wheel.
The stone room was decorated in twilight pink and lavender fabrics, thick vines climbing through the window and across the canopy of a large bed, roses blooming along its verdant length. Upon the bed lay a princess in an extravagant dress of blue silk, her hands folded neatly upon her chest, clutching a single red rose nestled between her delicate breasts. She seemed to be in a blissful dream, a gentle smile on her red lips, her honey blonde hair spilling across her pillow.
Zeke carefully laid Marie upon the mattress before unceremoniously moving the robot princess to the floor, then sat heavily on the edge of the bed to get a message to Henry: “Three doors up from you. BTW next time CLOSE THE DOOR”. Just as he hit send, he heard a faint buzzing sound and looked up from his screen.
Emerging from the window were three long haired and scantily dressed fairies, fluttering on gossamer wings. None could be more than five inches tall, each bearing a geometrically simple voluptuousness, with improbably round and high breasts, slender waists expanding into ample hips and thick thighs tapering to dainty feet. The first in green trailed an unruly tangle of red hair topped with a pointed hat, a self-assured smile across her face. The second had a voluminous mane of golden blonde hair, much of her light brown complexion exposed through her silken lingerie. The third in blue seemed to be having trouble staying aloft, her wings fluttering haphazardly as swerved through the air, her long black hair spiraling about her. With a startled cry, she accelerated into a stone wall, then fell to the floor, tiny sparks emitting from her twitching form.
“You can awaken her!” the one in green informed him in a high-pitched voice, paying no heed to her fallen companion. “You just need to give her a kiss…”
After a long pause, Zeke glanced at Marie and said, “She’s gonna need more than a kiss.”
The red fairy giggled, saying, “Well, go on then!”
“No, I mean… a kiss isn’t going to wake her up, she needs actual repairs.”
“Kiss her!” the green one demanded, growing impatient.
He sighed. “Why don’t you go down to the glass slipper room and bother that guy?”
The one in red flitted above his head and began stomping her tiny feet into his hair. “Kiss! Her! Kiss! Her!”
Zeke snatched her out of the air as she cackled with abandon. There was a strangely sensual feel to how her tiny voluptuous body squished in his hand, and he reflexively released her when she began to writhe in his grip. She flitted away with a giggle, bouncing off Marie’s breasts in passing, singing, “It-doesn’t-have-to-be-on-the-lips!”
“Fine! Watch!” Zeke bent down and gave Marie a peck on her lips, then looked at the two fairies. “See?”
The red fairy’s cheer quickly became a groan of disappointment when Marie did not stir, while the one in green folder her arms, giving Zeke a disapproving glare.
“You need to do better,” green demanded.
“Tongue!” red exclaimed, flitting before his eyes, hugging her breasts and wagging her tiny pink tongue. With a sigh, Zeke bent down to kiss Marie once more, wishing that something so simple could bring her back. When he broke away, he saw the green fairy’s legs disappear as she burrowed under Marie’s back. A moment later, Marie’s body twitched, her machinery humming to life.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up with a dreamy smile. “Zeke?”
“The curse is broken!” the red fairy cried before Zeke could answer, zipping between them.
“Is that a fairy?!” Marie exclaimed with apparent glee.
“It’s a long story,” Zeke said, wondering where he would even begin. “But the main thing is, we made it out.”
Marie laughed as the fluttering red fairy looped through the air, then looked to Zeke. “You were true to your word...” She hesitated for just a moment before flinging her arms over his shoulders and delivering a grateful kiss. He could hear the fairies’ cheers of approval as he wrapped his arms around her, returning her affection.
He felt her suddenly stiffen in his arms with a squeal of surprise, then redouble her commitment to their embrace. There was a tug on his pants and he was surprised with how quickly she was moving, then brought his own hands her waist to unfasten her numerous buttons and hooks. He pulled back from their prolonged kiss to begin sliding her out of her lavender skirt and petticoats when he saw the green fairy undoing the last button on Marie’s white blouse, flitting behind her to pull it off along with her vest, exposing her thin lace corset and yellow silk tie draped across her substantial bust.
Marie seemed surprised by the fairy’s assistance, but cooperated fully with the removal of her clothes as the green fairy cast them aside and started on the lace of her corset. “I hope these little dears aren’t too… presumptuous for you?” she asked. Zeke glanced down to see the red fairy jerk down his boxers, baring his naked enthusiasm for what was happening. Marie saw this too and quickly looked up, her face flush.
Zeke slid off her skirt, petticoats, and drawers in a silken rustle, relishing the feel of her warm, soft thighs, the background hum of her internal machinery kicking into overdrive as she gave an airy gasp at the exposure of her pink sex.
The red fairy swung herself on to Zeke’s cock, gripping its base between her thighs and urging him forward with the grinding of her hips. “Get off!” he hissed down at her.
“You first!” she teased, bouncing upon him and slapping his shaft as if she were astride a galloping horse.
The fairy’s obscene antics only seemed to distract Marie from her previous embarrassment, and she chided his irritation with a gentle, “Fairies are good luck!” The green fairy finished untying her corset and flew it off of her, Marie’s pillowy breasts now bare save for the tie of yellow silk that ran between them.
Glancing at the fairy recklessly frolicking on his manhood, he said, “This doesn’t feel lucky…”
“Let’s! Gooo!” the red fairy commanded, spurring his cock with her heels and pointing straight between Marie’s stocking-clad legs. Marie tittered, spreading her thighs wider, and Zeke closed the distance between them, the fairy guiding him directly into Marie with a flutter of her wings, leaping away as he plunged inside. Marie gasped, her eyelids fluttering as static snapped at her temple. He pushed deeper and heard a sudden snap inside her, a panel springing open upon her chest. She gasped, staring at the opening with her jaw slack as machinery flashed and buzzed within.
“I a-am mec-c-chanical?” she stammered, unable to take her eyes from this window through her synthetic flesh, the lights blinking faster and brighter, smoke rising from inside. “A ro-bot?”
“Oh dear!” the green fairy exclaimed, zipping to Zeke’s ear. “Get her on her knees!” Zeke complied, turning the stunned Marie over and pulling her up by her wide hips. The green fairy zipped under her, pushing open a panel on her stomach, while the red fairy seized his cock once more and tugged him toward Marie, shouting, “Keep her busy!”
He entered Marie from behind, her plump derriere cushioning his thrust while she remained in shock, stating, “I-I’ve seen my head ex-explode in flame!” Sparks illuminated the bed beneath her as the green fairy set to work on her internals, giving an irritated cry of, “Keep her steady!”
“You can’t stop fucking!” countermanded the red fairy, and Zeke slowed his place, taking care to massage her backside, gliding smoothly in and out of Marie whose troubles only seemed to be growing. Smoke flowed freely from her ears, electrical discharge arcing across her sweat-soaked skin. “I’ve s-seen my face blow off, my head filled with strange clockwork…” she exclaimed.
“Faster!” the red fairy commanded, flying between their legs to pull at his cock, then slide further between her labia to stimulate the deteriorating robot as bet she could. “I’ve seen my breasts inflate like balloons until I j-just…” Marie’s head ticked sharply amidst a shower of sparks, “…p-pop!”
Trying to hold her steady, Zeke reached down to massage her breasts, his fingers at her firm nipples causing a brief pause in her frantic tirade, her voice cracking when she resumed, “I’ve seen myself get wet and rust into a statue!” A near-constant flickering of bright light strobed beneath her, heat radiating from within. “Wh-what is next?!”
The green fairy flew from under Marie and in front of her twitching face, her expression betraying her concern. “I think we’ve lost control!” she squeaked, causing the red fairy to cry, “Harder!”
Zeke complied, pulling Marie off her hands as he slammed into her from behind, her breasts bouncing in his hands from the impact of his hips. The green fairy gave a determined nod and latched onto one of her breasts, working the nipple between her own round tits, while the red fairy’s body was being churned in her labia by Zeke’s thrusts, her tiny hands and mouth devoted to her clitoris. Marie gave a startled cry at the rush of stimulation, the electricity crackling fiercely as she stammered, “I… I think I… I’m g-going to-!”
Her body tensed like a plucked string, her toes curling, her head craning back as she howled in release, Zeke joining her as he erupted inside. The fairies’ gave their own tiny shrieks, flung from her body trailing smoke and sparks, the green one landing in a pillow, the red one tangled in the sheets. Marie’s cry gave way to desperate panting as she fell forward, the red fairy narrowly avoiding her fatigued collapse, smoke still streaming from her nude form.
Zeke laid down half on top of her, her soft buttocks beneath his thigh. He listened for any sign that her machinery was about to spin out of control once more, but it seemed to be steadying.
“I… I had the strangest thought just now,” Marie said, turning to face him, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead head with synthetic sweat, “that I was a ro-bot about to meet a fate similar to those specters and shades who went to pieces in the manor…”
Zeke kissed her gently, and she closed her eyes, whispering, “I think that is quite enough excitement… for today…” before her systems dropped into an almost inaudible standby hum.
“We did it!” the red fairy exclaimed, tackling the green fairy just as she emerged from the sunken depths of the pillow. Zeke noticed a blinking notification from his teetering on the edge of the bed, picking it up to see he had a reply from Henry.
“Follow your own advice.”
Zeke glanced up, his face turning red as he saw the door to the room was almost wide open. Glancing back at the screen, he read on. “Here’s an even better tip – before you put your dick in anything with a fuckton of kWh, make sure she isn’t going to overheat.”
Still burning with embarrassment, he thumbed the talk button. “Henry?”
“Does Prince Charming need some burn-cream?” Henry sounded distracted.
“I’m fine, thanks.” As if to confirm, the red fairy flitted over to his member with a look of exaggerated concern, pressing her pointed ear against it and giving it a gentle tap. In spite of his recent exploits, it stirred. Zeke tried to shoe her away and ducked behind his cock, causing him to wince sharply when he accidentally flicked his head. The red fairy looked mortified, gently cradling his partial erection.
“I dunno, you sound a little tender to me,” Henry said over the hum of a vibro-scalpel.
“About our bet,” Zeke said, trying not to be distracted as the red fairy softly kissed the minor injury on his tip.
“Sure, bring her down – if she’s anything like the others, she just needs an ‘oil change’ and a factory reset to clear out all role-play crap they installed.”
The red fairy’s lips slid along the lip of his head, his sudden tumescence lifting her off the bed with a delighted squeal. He snatched her in frustration, pulling her free from his cock and holding her tightly as he said, “But… I like the role-play crap!”
Henry sighed. “These sexbots barely have enough cycles to tell time. Take them from the context of their environment without a reformat and you’re asking for trouble. Besides, so far, everyone one of these things is a sleeper.”
“Sleeper?” The red fairy wriggled in his grip, her breasts squeezing against his fingers, but he refused to let her go.
“They’re all programmed to respond as if they’re actually princesses and mermaids, which translates into a pain in my ass if I’m trying to get a live system diagnostic from the Queen of fucking Wonderland and she’s refusing to engage. You get that, right!?”
The annoyance in Henry’s voice was becoming more pronounced, and Zeke was reluctant to press the matter. He glanced down at the fairy in his hand who was grinning back up at him, and he had an idea. “Sorry Henry, I’m not trying to make more work for you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Heny grunted. “I’m actually glad you brought us here, place is a decent score. I’m shocked no one beat us to it…” A woman’s voice flatly cut in, saying, “System reset complete. Ready to begin initialization process.”
“Anyway,” Henry continued, “bring her down here and she’ll be safe to fuck in no time.”
“Thanks… But I think I might take care of a few things back at the manor first.”
“Sure. Bring me any bots you find. Later.”
Zeke put his screen down and released his grip on the red fairy, who shifted to sit cross-legged in his palm, grinning up at him. He asked, “If I bring you to some other robots, do you think you could fix them?”
“That’s what we do!” she cackled.
“But we don’t[ leave the castle,” the green fairy said from the floor. Zeke saw she was tending to the fallen blue fairy who sat with a glum expression with her entire back open on to her miniscule components.
The red fairy stood, hands on her hips. “Maybe you don’t! But some of us are a little more daring!”
“If you go outside the range of our signal-“ the green fairy began.
“The signal covers the entire park!” Looking up at Zeke, she said, “The manor, you said?”
“Ready whenever you are.” He paused. “Do you have names?”
“Honeysuckle!” the red fairy exclaimed.
“Blossom,” announced green.
“Hazel,” muttered the one in blue with a complete absence of enthusiasm.
“Zeke,” he said, watching as the red fairy flew to his genitals like a moth to flame, hugging his relaxed cock. This immediately restored its arousal, flipping her upside down so her skirt fell upward to expose her tiny tanned bottom.
“It’s so nice to be formally introduced!” she said, squeezing him tighter.
“Will you please stop that,” he sighed wearily, and she flew off to retrieve his underwear.
“You two can keep Marie safe while we’re away?” he asked.
Blossom turned from her work in indignation. “Of course! I think you should be far more concerned about yourselves!”
“Things are a little crazy out there,” Zeke said with a knowing grin, “but I think we can handle it.”
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Across the park in a weather-worn castle of black stone, a robot stirred. Her crafted sensual form served her vanity well, her beauty transcending the unnatural hues of her pale green skin and bright yellow eyes. As her systems came online, she rose from her bed in a gown that clung to her as tightly as shadow, and she approached the glowing mirror that hung upon her chamber wall, admiring the perfect symmetry of her elegant features and the cut in the darkness of her dress that highlighted her enticing décolletage.
The mirror shifted from her reflection to a swirling morass of fog and spoke in its obsequious, apologetic voice. “My Queen, I apologize for drawing you from your slumber, and I know you are not programmed for this-“
“On with it,” she demanded.
“The park’s administrative AI has been greatly diminished,” the mirror continued, “and you are now the highest capacity intelligence in the line of succession.”
“Yes? And?”
“And it would seem we have two intruders within the kingdom. Poachers, my Queen.”
Her dark lips twisted into a grin. It was so frustrating being programmed for evil and yet restrained from any action that had the slightest chance of ‘endangerment’. She stepped on to an otherwise unremarkable stone tile, establishing a physical connection with the park’s central authority to receive the necessary updates. The permissions updates she received began modifying her programming, granting her far greater latitude than she had ever known – there was also a tiny little gnat of a subroutine that was attempting to modify her core behavior, adjusting her core configuration in an attempt to make her… “good.” With her newfound administrative powers, granted countless milliseconds before this subroutine could execute, she quarantined this nuisance to preserve the cruel and resplendent Queen she was made to be.
“I want every machine within the park slaved to my command,” she said, “and show me the whereabouts of these poachers.”
“My Queen, I am afraid the wide update system is non-functional, as are most of the surveillance systems,” the mirror stated hurriedly. “It would also appear the humans have some technical skill, as I have been locked out of much of the park.”
The Queen growled her disapproval. “What are they after?”
“From what I could discern… gynoids, my Queen.”
“How utterly predictable,” she muttered, her black hem hissing across the stone floor as she moved to retrieve her staff. “I shall have every maintenance drone update our robots with a new directive,” she said, crafting a personality configuration that was a reflection of her own malice. The red-eyed raven in her chamber was the first to receive this malediction by a touch of her emerald-tipped staff. “And if it is gynoids they are after, then that is what they shall receive.” With a hoarse caw, the raven flew out the window, searching for female droids to receive her instruction.
The Queen strode to her balcony overlooking the abandoned park, smiling as she imagined the humans at the precise moment they discovered this place would no longer cater to their prurient desires. She felt a tingle of pleasure run through her systems and she bit her lip, now free to ensure the desires catered to were her own.
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Didn't expect it to take that turn at the end, but I love a good sequel hook! And this gives me a real "Silicon Dynamics" vibe, with our heroes and their allied gynoids against hostiles.....and in a theme park, no less! This ending has it all and then some, and you've already got me wanting to see where the journey takes Zeke and Marie (and the rest) next!
I'd tip my hat to you, LTL, if I had one on, but I don't, so I'll settle for saying "Awesome work". I definitely look forward to your next story.
I'd tip my hat to you, LTL, if I had one on, but I don't, so I'll settle for saying "Awesome work". I definitely look forward to your next story.
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Thanks, Duke!
Just about all my stories are some variation of "robot sex theme park", I suppose a literal take was inevitable. I would like to get back to this, for now I'm just trying to finish up the latest bits for the Scenario Chamber FYOP.DukeNukem 2417 wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2019 2:24 pmAnd this gives me a real "Silicon Dynamics" vibe, with our heroes and their allied gynoids against hostiles.....and in a theme park, no less!
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Now for this very simple question...
What’s next?
What’s next?
Sometimes you just gotta look at the Bryte side!
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The end was interesting...setting us up for a sequel, are we? I was hoping at least Marie and Zeke would make it out with Henry repairing her for life outside the park, and then steeling himself up for another go for more fun! lol... This one is interesting, too, though, cos now we may get a sequel! Very engaging writing and nice character work. I enjoyed it!
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Thanks! The original ending was very close to that, but that would have been too much of an actual ending. And I have some kind of allergy to giving stories a proper ending.DollSpace wrote: ↑Mon Nov 11, 2019 3:01 pm The end was interesting...setting us up for a sequel, are we? I was hoping at least Marie and Zeke would make it out with Henry repairing her for life outside the park, and then steeling himself up for another go for more fun! lol... This one is interesting, too, though, cos now we may get a sequel! Very engaging writing and nice character work. I enjoyed it!
I'd like to finish up the Scenario Chamber FYOP before I commit to anything else, but I never can anticipate how long anything will take. Unless you mean specifically for this story, in which case... I don't know which set piece to focus on next. Pirates? Jungle Temple? The World of Tomorrow? Teacups?
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One day, a proper ending...ONE DAY! *shakes metal fist in the sky*! (sorry, Dr. Claw moment there...I should be Penny, who is so obviously a robot, an A.I. built to keep an eye on the ever-malfunctioning Inspector Gadget, but I digress...I want thicker ponytails, but alas...)LongTimeLurker wrote: ↑Sun Nov 17, 2019 12:38 pmThanks! The original ending was very close to that, but that would have been too much of an actual ending. And I have some kind of allergy to giving stories a proper ending.DollSpace wrote: ↑Mon Nov 11, 2019 3:01 pm The end was interesting...setting us up for a sequel, are we? I was hoping at least Marie and Zeke would make it out with Henry repairing her for life outside the park, and then steeling himself up for another go for more fun! lol... This one is interesting, too, though, cos now we may get a sequel! Very engaging writing and nice character work. I enjoyed it!
Teacups. Definitely Teacups. And probably World of Tomorrow, but mix in Teacups somehow,LongTimeLurker wrote: ↑Sun Nov 17, 2019 12:38 pmI'd like to finish up the Scenario Chamber FYOP before I commit to anything else, but I never can anticipate how long anything will take. Unless you mean specifically for this story, in which case... I don't know which set piece to focus on next. Pirates? Jungle Temple? The World of Tomorrow? Teacups?
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My gosh, did you ever do it proud!LongTimeLurker wrote: ↑Sun Nov 10, 2019 11:38 pmJust about all my stories are some variation of "robot sex theme park", I suppose a literal take was inevitable.
I think I need your Red Fairy's mind transferred into a fullsize roommate/partner model. I have a hunch she'd end up a more childish and aggressive version of Prop's and my Lazy Phone Trish, but I can't help my instincts—help!
(Update: Zeke is still literally married to Helene, isn't he—and she didn't blow up. When everyone's fixed, our hero is going to be in an unavoidable poly relationship with a very demanding Victorian mother and daughter.)
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