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“WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS?! WHY AM I NOT [BIG] ENOUGH?!”
The giant monster that was once Spamton thrashed and writhed as it fought against the restraints holding him to the ceiling.
“Its still DARK... SO DARK!!”
You recognized a man on the brink of desperation. Knowing how unstable he was outside this form, you could only imagine this would be the tipping point. His head snapped in your direction, his expression pained.
“THIS BODY WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE ME PAST THE DARK... TAKE ME TO [HEAVEN]...”
He frantically reached to try and snap his own wires, but the robot's deterioration didn't allow for flexibility. Loud metallic scraping and distorted electronic screams echoed through the basement and you stood, frozen, unable to help.
In your peripheral you saw something tumble to the ground. Squinting in the darkness of the basement, it appeared to be a simple vine, much like the ones adorning the decrepit basement. Much like the ones ensnaring the abandoned robot body when you went to insert the Loaded Disk....
“Spamton!” you cried out. “They're not strings! Spamton!!!”
You rushed to assist him, but a wide sweep of a leg knocked you clean back. The tracks to the railway cracked square into your back and you let out a loud curse as you felt the debris cut into your skin.
The scraping metal ground to a halt as Spamton heard your pain. He dropped down as far as he could to inspect the damage, his own plight momentarily forgotten.
“NO! I'M [[SORRY]]! DON'T DIE LIGHTNER.. I STILL NEED YOUR [[SOUL]]...”
You groaned and sat up. You weren't quite down, but you took a hefty loss of HP from that swing. When you blinked the stars from your eyes, you found yourself face to face with the massive creature. He still retained some semblance to the weird little salesman you grew fond of, but... Sharper. You took this quiet moment to leap to your feet to grab whatever surface of his you could reach.
“Spamton! Spamton its okay! They're not strings!” You picked up a stray vine off the ground and held it taut in your hands. “Look! Vines! It's just vegetation from being stuck down here so long.”
Spamton's brow furrowed as he studied the vine. Dawning realization crept into his face and you stumbled back as he lept towards you, the aforementioned vines being the only thing keeping him from colliding with you,
“FREE ME FREE ME FREE ME FREE ME!!!! FREE ME [[NOW]]!! I'M SO CLOSE!!!! SO CLOSE TO ESCAPING THE [[DARK]]!! PLEASE LIGHTNER!! [!@!%?]!!!” His thrashing resumed in an attempt to move himself within your reach. Giant claws swiped at you and you felt your knees grow weak. An accidental hit took so much out of you, would an intentional swipe completely down you?
You drew your chest up to make yourself as loud as possible, “S-spamton I can't help you if you don't hold still!” You weren't sure if he'd be able to hear you. So tiny compared to him.
With great effort he slowed to a stand-still, lowering himself to try and be eye level with you. His claws dug into the splintered wood and the busted metal of the railroad tracks as he did his best to temper his anxiety. You put your hands up and slowly, with one foot in front of the other, crept close to him. It seemed his movements loosened the vines a great amount. He was able to lay on his belly before you, giving you access to the vines attached to his shoulders.
Still cautious, you circled him, maintaining eye contact and the two of you watched each other. You did your best to reassure him, “Its going to be okay. I'm gonna cut the vines. You'll be free..” You heard a rumbled echo as he shuddered.
“Freedom...”
He sounded so wistful it made your heart ache. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, you stood on your tiptoes to grasp at the closet vine. You tugged the vine to cut it on a sharp edge protruding from the chassis of Spamton's new body. The sharp snap resounded through the basement. You rubbed the rusting metal in a soothing manner.
“First wire cut! You'll be out of here in no time!”
Spamton turned to look and hit you square across the temple with a random jagged edge. Luckily it wasn't as bad at the hit earlier, but it still fucking hurt. Spamton recoiled and scrambled to back away, mortified he had hurt you twice. You shook off the sting and waved your hand, “Its okay its okay! I'm fine!”
Spamton flinched as you stepped closer, someone was finally willing to help him, and he was battering them around like a ragdoll. You hoped he wasn't blaming himself. Accidents happen.
The rest of the vines were out of reach from the ground. The only way to reach them would be to climb on him. Sure you had just gone through hell to get him here, but the two of you weren't on intimate terms. As much as you hated to admit it.
“I-I have to.. Climb on you to get the rest, unfortunately.”
Spamton seemed unfazed, “DON'T [[Slip and Slide]] LIGHTNER.”
You searched the ground, looking for something to aid you. A broken and ragged piece of train track lay a few feet away. It wasn't as sharp as a blade, but it was serrated enough to hack away at the vines. Hooking your hands and a foot in between metal plates, you hefted yourself onto the massive robot body, thankfully, the rust had pockmarked the chassis just enough that you didn't slide off the once smooth and polished finish. Spamton's breathing slowed as he tried to still himself so you could clamor up onto his back, carefully avoiding any sharp edges lest you cut yourself.
This close to him, you realized it wasn't completely the body of a robot, the bright colored metal was simply armor. You also saw some of the vines were especially tangled underneath the plates. You knelt and slipped your hand between. Hesitant, you touched at the black fabric. It was soft and warm, entirely organic. You wondered what parts were mechanical and what parts of him were living. You felt him rumble beneath you and you snatched your hand away before the shifting armor crushed you. When the movement settled, your fingers crept back in, now feeling around to assess the damage of the vines. They were ensnaring him pretty tightly. You wondered if this was the cause for his erratic manner of movement.
Experimenting, you gripped a rope of vine and tugged. The vine pulled, but you felt the line go taut as it wrapped itself tighter around something further down. Knotted too then... You'd have to weave ends around or risk cutting him if you chopped at the vines closer to his body. You settled down on your knees and began to work. Spamton watched you for a moment over his shoulder before turning away to let himself relax. Whatever was brittle, you easily snapped and broke, but the fresher, newer vines were thicker and had to be woven out from him, but it was so satisfying to slide a long length out from his armor and toss it aside.
Methodically, you worked at the vines, only pausing to touch him when you would hear his breath catch, placing the flat of your palm against him, reassuring him you weren't trying to hurt him if a knot tightened or if a vine snapped back and hit him. You slowly worked your way around his body, starting at the shoulders, all the way down his back and every time he felt you stand, Spamton would freeze as still as he could to prevent you from tumbling off of him, only relaxing when he felt you kneel back down to resume your work. One particular vine was difficult, but you managed to work it free and slide the longest length you'd managed so far. You couldn't help but let out a victorious and satisfied, “Ohhh yeah!” Spamton must have felt that same sensory satisfaction because you heard him let out a quiet sigh.
As time went on, you noticed the metal armor shifted as Spamton's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He was getting closer to the [Freedom] he craved, the wait must be killing him. "You're so close! You're so very close!" You reached between the plates to rub him soothingly, speaking low and soft to calm his nerves. His head was turned away so you couldn't see his face, but you heard a tiny whine play from the voice box in his throat. One hand continued to touch as the other continued to pull vines.
The way his machinery began to tremble, you could tell his anxiety was increasing. You paused your extraction and moved back up towards his shoulders. You braced your hands against his neck to lean in close, "Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop?"
Spamton's head snapped up and his claws dug into the ground, "NO! NO!! PLEASE DON'T [STOP] LIGHTNER!"
You were taken aback. You weren't expecting such a forceful reaction. One of Spamton's fists clenched and the scraping metal hurt your ears. He was still looking away, but you could see his jaw tense, "Please..."
You hesitated before heading back, stepping carefully over his tattered wings. You continued slowly sliding the vines out. You paused on snapping at the vines to clear out some of the cut and slack vines, unwrapping them and pulling them from between his armor plates.
The minutes passed in silence between you. The only sound was his ragged breathing and the sound of vines sliding across his body. You were so focused on your task, you didn't notice the shadow that was cast over you until it was too late. You screamed as you felt a hand grab you by the waist. The rush of movement made you dizzy. Suddenly, you were eye to eye with the massive monster. You struggled in his grip, terrified of what was going through his mind.
“YOU'RE [CRUEL] TO TEASE ME LIKE THIS LIGHTNER...”
You shrunk back as far as you could in his iron grip, confusion slowing your struggle.
“SLIPPING THOSE [STRINGS] ACROSS MY SKIN... YOU KNOW HOW [COLD AND ALONE] I'VE BEEN...”
Understanding slowly dawned on you. Was this new body of his sensitive? It didn't even occur to you that all your touches could have been perceived as sensual in nature. You felt bad. You didn't mean to give him the wrong impression. He had brought you close enough to him that you could reach out and cup his enormous face. Your hands couldn't even begin to cover any part of him, but you touched him gently, “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...”
More rattling as you watched him shudder, “UNCOMFORTABLE? [FAR] FROM IT....” His grip around you tightened painfully and you cried out. Spamton nearly dropped you in a panic. “NO NO NO! LIGHT > NE R! I'M SO SORRY-!”
Luckily nothing major had been damaged, you don't even think you lost HP from that one. At most it only startled you. Spamton lowered you quickly and gently. He dropped low and pressed his face as close to your body as possible. The light from his eyes was near blinding and the canned quality of his voice was more apparent as he attempted to whisper,
“P...Pleas e Ligh tner.... Your tou c >h.... Touch me...”
You felt your face ignite at such an intimate request. Now was a time to be perfectly honest with yourself. You had developed a crush on the weird little salesman. Something about his boldness in offering his initial deal was charming. Then seeing him get within reach of his dream only to have something, literally, hold him back broke your heart. That's why you agreed to get access to the basement and that's why you were helping him now.
And that's why, despite your better judgment, you reached out, hands shaking, and laid them upon his face. The metal was warm to the touch, a new addition that had not yet been sullied by rust and decay. You felt him tense beneath you, his body inching up closer for more. One hand slid down his jaw and you watched his eyes carefully. It was hard to see past the shining glass, but the way his hands twitch as he fought to not touch you, told you enough.
“Is this new form.... Sensitive?” Now that you had permission, you studied his features outright. He positively towered over you, but he was still as handsome as ever. You hoped he didn't see your red face in the dim lighting of the basement.
“M M M M MORE THAN YOU KN O W W W.....”
He pushed his head more into your touch, nuzzling your hands. You allowed him closer and closer, only fearing he could hear the hammering in your chest. Curious, you stroked a knuckle down his cheek, “D-...Does this feel nice..?”
Grinding metal screeched as he squirmed beneath your touch, “[YES!]”
You continued to stroke his face, slowly moving the flat of your palm up and down his cheeks. Sometimes taking a moment to rub your thumb in circles at the corner of his grin where his rosy red cheeks used to be, though you could have sworn his whole face was getting a reddish tint to it.
You reached up to comb your fingers through his hair, mostly out of curiosity, but partly because you've been wanting to do it for so long. His response was immediate, melting into your touch. Spamton unabashedly nudged his head into your hand, begging you to play with his hair. Even though his body was hard and sharp angles, his hair was soft and downy, perfect for such a soft intimate gesture. Spamton dared to lean his head fully against you. Luckily, he managed to spare you any hits or crushes, and if it wasn't for Spamton's own mechanical rumbling, you'd be more concerned with him hearing the thundering of your heart.
Feeling suddenly bold, you leaned forward and gave Spamton a kiss to his long nose. The keen he let out nearly shattered your eardrums. His entire body trembled and you could have sworn he was glitching out on you.
“MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!!! MORE OF [THAT]!!!! P P P P P LE A SE LIGHTNER!! [[MORE]]!!”
His hands shot forward to grab you, but stopped just short, shaking violently as Spamton took great effort to prevent himself from harming you again. He let out a whine, “I CAN'T T[OUCH] YOU LIGHTNER... YOU ARE SO [small].... I WANT MORE OF YOU... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEE...”
You grabbed his face with as much strength as you could muster and planted a kiss directly to his cheek. Spamton let out an actual moan and his head slipped from your grip and collided with the floor. Flustered, you did your best to pick him back up, but even just his head alone was too heavy. You knelt beside him and smoothed the hair from his forehead, “Spamton? Are you okay!?”
If it was possible, the grin on the robot's face split itself even wider, “KISS... KISS ME M OR>E,....!”
You settled on the ground with him and planted a careful kiss to his forehead and behind you, you heard the scrape of claws into the ground. Undeterred, you continued to kiss all over his face, feeling emboldened by his whines and gasps. He panted your name like a mantra, like a prayer. To say he was enjoying this would be an understatement. You continued to plant slow soft kisses everywhere. His speech devolved into broken advertisements and nonsense. You knew he was trying to tell you something, but was too lost in the feeling to form a coherent thought.
You paused, lips still brushing his temple, you teased, "You know, Spamton, I'd kiss you on the lips, but you don't have any-"
Spamton's head shot up, and to your amazement, he actually puckered his lips and landed solidly on yours. Unfortunately, due to his massive head, his lips encompassed your entire face, but that didn't stop your heart from nearly racing out of your chest. You kissed back to the best of your ability, cupping his face and pulling yourself as close to him as possible, not even sure if he felt it. When he pulled away, he was full panting, blasts of steam shooting out from the sides of his jaw. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment before he nuzzled against you again. The way he sighed your name quietly sent a pleasant thrill through your chest. It was your turn to feel lightheaded. Already too much excitement for one day. But honestly, you could spend forever kissing him like this. Everything about this felt so nice.
Spamton pulled away to look you in the eye and with dawning horror, you realized you had voiced that thought out loud.
“Ohhh I-I can explain...!”
“A L L L L L L ITTLE [CRUSH] ON YOUR OL' PAL THEN?”
You disengaged from him and tried to slide back away from him, but he followed. He crawled over you, looming above you.
“LIGHTER... IT DOESN'T HAVE TO [END]. KEEP KISSING ME...” You noticed he had gained some control over his speech now that he wasn't being overwhelmed by your touch. You yourself were feeling like cold water had been dumped on you, but mostly out of sheer embarrassment.
“IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE EXPERIENCED [COMPANIONSHIP], MUCH LESS A [FRIEND]...” He lowered himself, careful not to lay anything directly on top of you, but still pinning you beneath him, “I... I WANT MORE OF THIS... MORE OF... [YOU]”
You held your arms out to receive him and he dipped his head to kiss where your neck met your shoulder. He was large, but his lips seemed to fit perfectly right in that spot. You couldn't fight back the grin creeping across your face. As he pulled away, you snuck a kiss in right at the corner of his mouth. You cupped his face and noticed he was hot, hotter than before. Almost enough to scald you.
"Spamton does this body overheat?"
Spamton turned to inspect himself. The movement was jagged and stuttered. While parts of him were organic, most of him was still digital. He had gone through a lot today. The excitement was overloading his system.
The lights in his eyes flickered and dimmed, his movements becoming sluggish. You were touched by his enthusiasm, and as much as you wanted to continue, it was clear the excitement had tired him out. “Spamton....” You pulled his face back to you to cradle his head against your chest, laying back with him. You ran your fingers through his hair, your heart warming as you heard him sigh against you. “I... I want to give you more, but I think I might short circuit you if we continue now,” you chuckled. “You've done so well today. And look. You're free of your strings! Can we just lay here a while? I'm exhausted as well...”
Spamton looked as if he wanted to protest, but his exhaustion won out. With a last strenuous effort, he pulled himself over to curl his giant body around you, getting comfortable as best he could among the rusted train tracks and splintered wood. He scooped you gently into him to roost you against him. He let himself settle and the lights of his eyes flickered dimmer and dimmer, his voice barely stronger than a whisper, “Yes... I think I'd like that very much... You got yourself a [Deal]!”