#slimethey

Holding her in place and pumping so much of myself into her that I crack that robot girl's shell from the inside. Shatter her faceplate and pour out through the new hole. But not to worry! I've held onto all the pieces (there they are, floating right next to my core) and we'll get it fixed right up, just like always.

Came home from a long day of holding a humanoid form and just wanted to relax in a puddle. I knew something was afoot when my machinegirlfriend was stifling giggles as she pulled me in for a kiss. One thing led to another and I was approximating a French kiss by pumping her mouth full of slime and... Well, I just wasn't expecting her to have installed a Pythagorean siphon in it. Slorped me right up and unceremoniously poured me on the ground, laughing all the while!

Slimegirl who uses herself like kintsugi lacquer and the ever-growing collection of dolls she has found broken and discarded, each one of them lovingly repaired, made whole again and beautiful and yet indelibly changed, never again composed entirely of themselves. Slimegirl who seeks out the unwanted and damaged, who shatters what was only cracked, who rasps away the harshest edges and throws away the smallest shards, and who then fills in the breaks in another's being with herself. Slimegirl surrounded by dolls who will always bear the mark of exactly who made them this way.

Routine maintenance and a tune-up as aftercare for mechanical girls. Yes I shattered your plates and bent your clockwork and burned out your wires and cracked your joints open and had a delectable time doing so, but now I'm going to put you back together again! So many of your old parts were worn down anyway, so just lay back (not that you could do much else if you wanted, busted up as you are) and it'll be all better soon. I'll have you feeling fresh off the manufacturing line... though perhaps with a touch of personal artistic flair to remember me by.