Re: Wheatley/??
anonymous
April 29 2011, 13:58:52 UTC
Haha.. this warms my heart. I'm the writefag who suggested this - I'm going to work on a story based off of this and post it here when I'm done, but I would absolutely love for others to do their own versions, because there is a lot to explore here. For us, and for him.
I'm going to go ahead and post what I've got for this, though there isn't porn yet and there's an inordinate amount of plot involved. I got all distracted with vibrating Wheatley and forgot about this.
As the initiator of this prompt I must admit that I never intended to write the part with human!Wheatley actually meeting up someone else, I was just interested in the.. eh.. solo side of the prompt. But I'm now toying with a side story with Chell after this is done, though.
Since this is looking kind of long, I'll divide it up into "sections" starting with this post, for future ease of reading. Hope this works.
Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 1 (1/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 03:24:56 UTC
"GRABMEGRABMEGRABMEGRABMEGRA--OH! Oh, thank god, you actually grabbed me! I thought for sure I was going to die, or float off into space forever and ever until I rusted away, though I'm not really sure I would rust while floating off into space given that there's no water there, or air to oxidize my metal, and I'm fairly rust-resistant anyway, but anyway I thought I was just absolutely gone for sure, I can't believe you really managed to pull me back! Wow, you must have really strong arms to have been able to hold on to me like that, Ch--er..."
The glowing yellow ‘eye,’ barely three feet from his own quivering blue optic, narrowed to a menacing slit. The mechanical arm tightly gripping the personality core rotated to give Her a better view of his pathetically scratched, twitching form.
"I have a something to say to you. Do not interrupt me." She punctuated Her words by with a single violent shake, briefly knocking his gyroscopes out of calibration, leaving him entirely disoriented
( ... )
Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 1 (2/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 03:26:27 UTC
“Ah… well…” He seemed to have trouble searching for the words. “All of a sudden I just… existed and I could see things. And there were all these men in white coats standing about and staring at me. One of them asked me a question, and I answered him, and they all sort of... chuckled and shook their heads and wrote something down on their clipboards. They told me I was perfect and then they shut me back off."
"Perfect. Yes, perfectly stupid. If nothing else, you are a marvel of human engineering. In that you are this stupid
( ... )
Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 1 (3/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 03:27:15 UTC
"Mr. Johnson was enraged by each accountant’s seeming obsession with ‘the facts’ and ‘common sense. This man”-the claw flopped its head to the other side-“actually knew next to nothing about accounting. He was simply terrible at his job. He constantly misplaced decimals in his calculations and often managed to ruin the work of others despite the fact that he was the sole employee in his department. He was, for all purposes, a complete and utter moron incapable of functioning normally in society
( ... )
Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 1 (4/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 03:28:12 UTC
"You have no memory of your previous life simply because your mind was wiped clean following the transference procedure. Not normal protocol for the production of personality cores, but the engineers felt it necessary in your case, given that you would not stop screaming and crying and begging to be allowed to ‘go home’ during their diagnostic tests to determine whether the procedure was a success. Not to worry, though, your core personality traits remained relatively intact. And the procedure was indeed a success.”
Wheatley stared unblinkingly up at Her.
“I should take a photograph to preserve this memory. Actually, I have recorded this entire conversation from 23 different angles to review and enjoy later on. However, this is where we part ways. Enjoy being weak, mortal, and able to feel true physical pain again. I hope you enjoy being tested as much as you enjoyed testing." The mechanical arm holding Wheatley stirred to life and lowered him closer to the unconscious human
( ... )
Re: Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 1 (4/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 04:19:39 UTC
This
is so good anon. THIS IS SO GOOD. YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS. I don't usually go for human!porn when I can have mechanical!porn, but you've HOOKED ME, YOU HAVE. I just want to encourage you to continue, and assure you that I am eagerly waiting the next installment! :]
Wheatley/self [Punishment, Part 2 (1/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 06:01:10 UTC
Wow! Thanks for the awesome comments. :) Still no porn, but I'm getting close.
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“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” He reflexively shot straight upright in bed, knocking the covers away.
“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhuh?” He sat still for a moment, disoriented in the dim light of the drably decorated room, before a splitting pain shot through the side of his head, forcing him to fall heavily back down onto the pillow. Eyes squeezed shut at the pain, he began to ramble.
“Okay. Okay. I’m… n-not dead. Nope. Definitely alive, definitely in a strange place, definitely in excruciating pain and definitely feeling somewhat, or rather extremely, perhaps entirely… off.” He muttered to himself while staring up at the blank ceiling
( ... )
[Punishment, Part 2 (2/4)]
anonymous
May 4 2011, 06:02:21 UTC
He lay face down on the simulated carpet next to the bed. Something on the front of his face hurt terribly and he was greeted with the overwhelming sensory input of the scent of carpet cleaner entering that part that hurt. His chest heaved against the plush carpet, drawing in the air he now realized would be necessary for his continued existence. A dizzying rush of something-it quite resembled excitement, he decided, though it seemed inappropriate given the situation-flooded into him.
Arms. Arms and legs and hands and feet - and a whole chest! All to himself! How could he ever manage to make use of such marvelous appendages? And without any knowledge of their form or intended function or proper care-he wished deeply that he had paid more attention to the humans he had been tasked with guarding. Perhaps he could actually have learned a thing or two from them. His mind raced with the possibilities, but he stopped himself as he began to feel faint
( ... )
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As the initiator of this prompt I must admit that I never intended to write the part with human!Wheatley actually meeting up someone else, I was just interested in the.. eh.. solo side of the prompt. But I'm now toying with a side story with Chell after this is done, though.
Since this is looking kind of long, I'll divide it up into "sections" starting with this post, for future ease of reading. Hope this works.
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The glowing yellow ‘eye,’ barely three feet from his own quivering blue optic, narrowed to a menacing slit. The mechanical arm tightly gripping the personality core rotated to give Her a better view of his pathetically scratched, twitching form.
"I have a something to say to you. Do not interrupt me." She punctuated Her words by with a single violent shake, briefly knocking his gyroscopes out of calibration, leaving him entirely disoriented ( ... )
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"Perfect. Yes, perfectly stupid. If nothing else, you are a marvel of human engineering. In that you are this stupid ( ... )
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Wheatley stared unblinkingly up at Her.
“I should take a photograph to preserve this memory. Actually, I have recorded this entire conversation from 23 different angles to review and enjoy later on. However, this is where we part ways. Enjoy being weak, mortal, and able to feel true physical pain again. I hope you enjoy being tested as much as you enjoyed testing." The mechanical arm holding Wheatley stirred to life and lowered him closer to the unconscious human ( ... )
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is so good anon. THIS IS SO GOOD. YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS. I don't usually go for human!porn when I can have mechanical!porn, but you've HOOKED ME, YOU HAVE. I just want to encourage you to continue, and assure you that I am eagerly waiting the next installment! :]
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Gripping! And you write them both so perfectly! Make this as long as you want, I am loving this!
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Yesyesyesyes
I must have more
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“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” He reflexively shot straight upright in bed, knocking the covers away.
“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhuh?” He sat still for a moment, disoriented in the dim light of the drably decorated room, before a splitting pain shot through the side of his head, forcing him to fall heavily back down onto the pillow. Eyes squeezed shut at the pain, he began to ramble.
“Okay. Okay. I’m… n-not dead. Nope. Definitely alive, definitely in a strange place, definitely in excruciating pain and definitely feeling somewhat, or rather extremely, perhaps entirely… off.” He muttered to himself while staring up at the blank ceiling ( ... )
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Arms. Arms and legs and hands and feet - and a whole chest! All to himself! How could he ever manage to make use of such marvelous appendages? And without any knowledge of their form or intended function or proper care-he wished deeply that he had paid more attention to the humans he had been tasked with guarding. Perhaps he could actually have learned a thing or two from them. His mind raced with the possibilities, but he stopped himself as he began to feel faint ( ... )
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