Refueling (Vore Story)
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"Fuck, what a mess."
Tex looked down at his oil stained shirt and pants; wrench in one hand and the other with a firm grasp on the broken robot in front of him; at least, it WAS broken. A customer at his repair shop had dropped off the purple device for repairs, and left a hefty sum up front as well! Even though the customer was a bit seedy, and this robot looked more like a person than any sort of machine, it was very hard to turn down good business like that. He had worked tirelessly through the night, but finally, he had finished up all the repairs it needed: he updated the AI, fixed some broken fingers and other appendages, and a myriad of other changes, as well as a nice polishing and cleaning. All that was left was for the kobold to turn the machine on...
It took him a little bit to find the switch, but eventually his wandering hands found something on the robot's back. He flipped it, expecting the thing to come to life, but nothing happened. The kobold scratched the back of his head, before looking around to see if there was any other switch he could flip. He couldn't find one, and when he went around to the back to look, there was clearly a label printed that said "power". He tried flipping the switch a few more times before noticing a sort of meter next to the switch, labeled "fuel", and it was on red.
Tex almost facepalmed when he saw it. "Of course..." he sighed as he stepped away, digging through his garage, trying to find some fuel. He didn't know what kind of fuel this robot used, but that didn't matter because he ended up finding no types whatsoever. It had been a while since he went to any supply store, and so he was running out...
"Damn it!" he cursed as he walked back to the robot, having done all these repairs without any sort of tangible result! He looked over the robot's body once more, trying to find any other sort of switch or indication of what fuel it took. He didn't find what he was looking for, but he did find an interesting button. It was right on the robot's lower abdomen; a small red button, with the label "self-refuel" above it. Interesting! He had never heard of any sort of robot having a self refueling mechanism, but maybe this was something very high-end that he didn't get to work with often. He certainly hadn't seen any kind of robot like it before! He pressed the button almost immediately, and for a few seconds, nothing happened. But suddenly, the robot jerked and whirred to life!
This machine didn't have any eyes, but the kobold could still clearly tell that it was looking at him as it turned on, its neck craned down to look at the much smaller lizard mechanic. "SELF-REFUELING CYCLE INITIATED." a droning voice proclaimed from somewhere, before the robot reached out and grabbed Tex almost immediately!
"Hey! What the-" the kobold managed to get out before the robot knocked all the wind out of him, easily snatching him up and holding him tight in its metallic grasp! Tex tried to struggle and get himself out of the robot's purple claws the best he could, but even if the machine wasn't much larger than him, it seemed like it was designed for this. Its grasp was unrelenting, taking every thrash and struggle the kobold could make in complete stride. The robot kept Tex there for a while, before the lizard felt something wet squish around his feet...
The robot's grip loosened just enough for the kobold to look down. To his surprise, he saw that his claws were bound typed in some sort of fleshy, purple, metallic rod, jutting out of the robot's crotch! The walls held his claws tight against each other, allowing absolutely no wiggle room; but Tex tried anyway. He was definitely not a fan of this weird sensation creeping its way up his body! "DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PREMATURELY EXIT SELF-REFUELING CYCLE." the voice droned again, the robot's grip tightening around its catch as that fleshy, yet also metallic length continued to work its way up the kobold's body. It was already quick, but as the robot started to press Tex down into the shaft, the whole process became even quicker!
"50% COMPLETE." the robot said again, as Tex's waist slipped into the fleshy appendage. Now he could really feel the squeeze of the walls on his body, and more importantly, the weird, almost oil-like fluid that lubricated the inside of it. It was slick, goopy, and got all over him. And, worst of all, it only made it easier for the rest of him to slip inside! He could feel the shaft rippling around him, pulling him deeper, with motions that almost felt like swallowing...was this thing eating him!?
It certainly felt like it, and Tex didn't really have much time to dwell on the feeling. He was more focused on getting out! He still struggled the best he could, trying to get a grip on the mouth of the shaft to pull himself out, but it was all too slick. He felt like an insect stuck in a pitcher plant, where all the walls are too slippery to get out...it wasn't quite the same situation, but it held about the same feeling of helplessness! The mouth of the shaft easily slipped over his chest, pinning his arms to his sides and making the shaft even tighter as more and more of him sank into the robot. At this point, he could feel his feet starting to curve inwards, and eventually being emptied out into a much larger chamber; the fuel tank, perhaps? Either way, he didn't want to be there! It gave the lizard a bit more wiggle room at the very least, but it wasn't like that was going to help much in the long run...
"75% COMPLETE." the voice droned once more, completely oblivious or uncaring to the struggles of the kobold actually going through the cycle it was talking about! Tex resorted to a mashup of panicked squirming and noises as that fleshy shaft quickly moved its way up his chest, making quick work of the lizard's shoulders and firmly clamping around his neck. The lizard could feel his feet splashing and being massaged by some sort of fluid inside wherever they ended up, which further supported his theory that it was some sort of fuel tank...he definitely did not want to have the chance to confirm his suspicions, though! As the robot continued its mindless refueling, though, it seemed like a date with its fuel tank was more and more likely for Tex. He kept fighting and struggling the best he could, but he was helpless as he felt that slimy, tight embrace work its way over his snout, and soon, all went dark as that purple metallic flesh slipped over his eyes...shlrrrrrrp!
Yep, that black, greasy fluid was definitely some sort of oil. Tex got a little bit of it in his mouth and spent a good minute or so trying to spit it out as those fleshy walls pulled him deeper and deeper, forcing his body to curve at a somewhat awkward angle as he slid into whatever chamber the robot was packing him into. He could feel that gooey, oily fluid working over his thighs now, and he swore he was starting to feel a slight tingle on them as well...
There was no sphincter protecting the entrance to this chamber; it was just a straight shot from the tip of the feeder inside. So Tex practically slid into his new confines, surprised to find a light inside! It allowed him to see the gray, slightly wrinkly walls of his new home, surrounding him on all sides except for the entrance, and more importantly, the black fluid that he was currently bathing in! It smelled like oil, looked like oil, probably tasted like oil as well (although he definitely didn't want to try that...); and, more importantly, it was everywhere! Tex was wondering why the robot would even be empty on fuel if it had this much oil, before he saw a hatch at the top of the chamber labeled "Emergency Reserves", from which the oil in the chamber was leaking out of. At least that answered his question...
"INGESTION COMPLETE. BEGINNING REPURPOSING CYCLE..." Tex heard the robot continue to drone, although it was a bit more muffled now that he was inside of the thing! The kobold was already starting to feel his body tingle a bit as he basted and flopped around in the fuel tank, but after the robot said that, he noticed that the chamber started to get a lot more...active. He could hear whirrs and clicks of machinery around him as the wall started to get more pushy, pressing against him and working the oil into his skin. That tingling sensation was starting to spread fast, and he didn't like it! He tried to struggle and push and go back out the way he came, floundering around inside the fuel tank, but it felt like he was bashing his fists against solid steel...and he probably was! The robot took all of these hits like they were nothing, and any bystanders would have barely been able to tell that the robot had someone whole and alive thrashing around inside of them; the kobold made a bulge in the robot for sure, but it was completely rounded out, and it looked like somebody had just built a fat robot...it didn't wobble, or bulge out as the lizard struggled; it held stalwart against his onslaught. The perfect way to refuel right in public!
As the robot continued its processing, and as that tingling continue to spread over the lizard's body, Tex noticed that he was starting to get quite tired. Obviously, he would be tired from struggling and putting up such a fight for so long, but he felt something different as well. It felt like this environment was draining his energy or something...a feeling of drowsiness started to overtake him, surpassing even the tingling that was so omnipresent. It felt like his body was melting away, physically...but even Tex didn't know how apt that feeling was. Even now, as his consciousness started to slip away, parts of the kobold had already been converted into rich fuel for the robot to use. Thankfully, the beginnings of the process weren't painful, but as time went on, the lizard noticed that his new home was starting to become a bit more aggressive. He was being pushed around, pressed against, even squished between the contracting walls a little bit, losing the ability to breathe for a few moments as that fuel rose straight over his snout.
Eventually, Tex couldn't hold up anymore.The environment he was put in was simply too inhospitable. He didn't know it, but half of his body was already processed into fuel at this point, at the other half would be it's way very soon...a drowsy feeling had finally claimed him, the lizard passing out inside of the fuel tank as it continued to work on breaking him down...
The humming and clanking of machinery continued as the robot processed it's mechanic, the organic matter it was made out of being a wonderful fuel for this type of robot. The fuel gauge on its back was starting to rise as more and more of the chamber filled with oil, what was left of the lizard slopping about in a thick, greasy slurry as the chamber finished processing him. A few minutes of crushing peristalsis and repurposing later, and the robot's fleshy appendage gradually receded back into its sheath, a light DING! echoing through the empty mechanic shop a few moments later.
"REPROCESSING COMPLETE." that same voice blared, the fuel gauge on the robot's back showing that it was now 100% full. Inside, the fuel tank sloshed around with a fresh, rich tank of organic fuel, ready to be put to work powering this machine. The robot clanked and thrashed to life, calmly (if not clunkily) surveying the mechanic shop, pilfering a few valuable tools and materials for making its way out of the garage. The person who had sent in this robot for "repairs" would be quite pleased with its haul this time around...
?"Fuck, what a mess."
Tex looked down at his oil stained shirt and pants; wrench in one hand and the other with a firm grasp on the broken robot in front of him; at least, it WAS broken. A customer at his repair shop had dropped off the purple device for repairs, and left a hefty sum up front as well! Even though the customer was a bit seedy, and this robot looked more like a person than any sort of machine, it was very hard to turn down good business like that. He had worked tirelessly through the night, but finally, he had finished up all the repairs it needed: he updated the AI, fixed some broken fingers and other appendages, and a myriad of other changes, as well as a nice polishing and cleaning. All that was left was for the kobold to turn the machine on...
It took him a little bit to find the switch, but eventually his wandering hands found something on the robot's back. He flipped it, expecting the thing to come to life, but nothing happened. The kobold scratched the back of his head, before looking around to see if there was any other switch he could flip. He couldn't find one, and when he went around to the back to look, there was clearly a label printed that said "power". He tried flipping the switch a few more times before noticing a sort of meter next to the switch, labeled "fuel", and it was on red.
Tex almost facepalmed when he saw it. "Of course..." he sighed as he stepped away, digging through his garage, trying to find some fuel. He didn't know what kind of fuel this robot used, but that didn't matter because he ended up finding no types whatsoever. It had been a while since he went to any supply store, and so he was running out...
"Damn it!" he cursed as he walked back to the robot, having done all these repairs without any sort of tangible result! He looked over the robot's body once more, trying to find any other sort of switch or indication of what fuel it took. He didn't find what he was looking for, but he did find an interesting button. It was right on the robot's lower abdomen; a small red button, with the label "self-refuel" above it. Interesting! He had never heard of any sort of robot having a self refueling mechanism, but maybe this was something very high-end that he didn't get to work with often. He certainly hadn't seen any kind of robot like it before! He pressed the button almost immediately, and for a few seconds, nothing happened. But suddenly, the robot jerked and whirred to life!
This machine didn't have any eyes, but the kobold could still clearly tell that it was looking at him as it turned on, its neck craned down to look at the much smaller lizard mechanic. "SELF-REFUELING CYCLE INITIATED." a droning voice proclaimed from somewhere, before the robot reached out and grabbed Tex almost immediately!
"Hey! What the-" the kobold managed to get out before the robot knocked all the wind out of him, easily snatching him up and holding him tight in its metallic grasp! Tex tried to struggle and get himself out of the robot's purple claws the best he could, but even if the machine wasn't much larger than him, it seemed like it was designed for this. Its grasp was unrelenting, taking every thrash and struggle the kobold could make in complete stride. The robot kept Tex there for a while, before the lizard felt something wet squish around his feet...
The robot's grip loosened just enough for the kobold to look down. To his surprise, he saw that his claws were bound typed in some sort of fleshy, purple, metallic rod, jutting out of the robot's crotch! The walls held his claws tight against each other, allowing absolutely no wiggle room; but Tex tried anyway. He was definitely not a fan of this weird sensation creeping its way up his body! "DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PREMATURELY EXIT SELF-REFUELING CYCLE." the voice droned again, the robot's grip tightening around its catch as that fleshy, yet also metallic length continued to work its way up the kobold's body. It was already quick, but as the robot started to press Tex down into the shaft, the whole process became even quicker!
"50% COMPLETE." the robot said again, as Tex's waist slipped into the fleshy appendage. Now he could really feel the squeeze of the walls on his body, and more importantly, the weird, almost oil-like fluid that lubricated the inside of it. It was slick, goopy, and got all over him. And, worst of all, it only made it easier for the rest of him to slip inside! He could feel the shaft rippling around him, pulling him deeper, with motions that almost felt like swallowing...was this thing eating him!?
It certainly felt like it, and Tex didn't really have much time to dwell on the feeling. He was more focused on getting out! He still struggled the best he could, trying to get a grip on the mouth of the shaft to pull himself out, but it was all too slick. He felt like an insect stuck in a pitcher plant, where all the walls are too slippery to get out...it wasn't quite the same situation, but it held about the same feeling of helplessness! The mouth of the shaft easily slipped over his chest, pinning his arms to his sides and making the shaft even tighter as more and more of him sank into the robot. At this point, he could feel his feet starting to curve inwards, and eventually being emptied out into a much larger chamber; the fuel tank, perhaps? Either way, he didn't want to be there! It gave the lizard a bit more wiggle room at the very least, but it wasn't like that was going to help much in the long run...
"75% COMPLETE." the voice droned once more, completely oblivious or uncaring to the struggles of the kobold actually going through the cycle it was talking about! Tex resorted to a mashup of panicked squirming and noises as that fleshy shaft quickly moved its way up his chest, making quick work of the lizard's shoulders and firmly clamping around his neck. The lizard could feel his feet splashing and being massaged by some sort of fluid inside wherever they ended up, which further supported his theory that it was some sort of fuel tank...he definitely did not want to have the chance to confirm his suspicions, though! As the robot continued its mindless refueling, though, it seemed like a date with its fuel tank was more and more likely for Tex. He kept fighting and struggling the best he could, but he was helpless as he felt that slimy, tight embrace work its way over his snout, and soon, all went dark as that purple metallic flesh slipped over his eyes...
*shlrrrrrrp!* Yep, that black, greasy fluid was definitely some sort of oil. Tex got a little bit of it in his mouth and spent a good minute or so trying to spit it out as those fleshy walls pulled him deeper and deeper, forcing his body to curve at a somewhat awkward angle as he slid into whatever chamber the robot was packing him into. He could feel that gooey, oily fluid working over his thighs now, and he swore he was starting to feel a slight tingle on them as well...
There was no sphincter protecting the entrance to this chamber; it was just a straight shot from the tip of the feeder inside. So Tex practically slid into his new confines, surprised to find a light inside! It allowed him to see the gray, slightly wrinkly walls of his new home, surrounding him on all sides except for the entrance, and more importantly, the black fluid that he was currently bathing in! It smelled like oil, looked like oil, probably tasted like oil as well (although he definitely didn't want to try that...); and, more importantly, it was everywhere! Tex was wondering why the robot would even be empty on fuel if it had this much oil, before he saw a hatch at the top of the chamber labeled "Emergency Reserves", from which the oil in the chamber was leaking out of. At least that answered his question...
"INGESTION COMPLETE. BEGINNING REPURPOSING CYCLE..." Tex heard the robot continue to drone, although it was a bit more muffled now that he was inside of the thing! The kobold was already starting to feel his body tingle a bit as he basted and flopped around in the fuel tank, but after the robot said that, he noticed that the chamber started to get a lot more...active. He could hear whirrs and clicks of machinery around him as the wall started to get more pushy, pressing against him and working the oil into his skin. That tingling sensation was starting to spread fast, and he didn't like it! He tried to struggle and push and go back out the way he came, floundering around inside the fuel tank, but it felt like he was bashing his fists against solid steel...and he probably was! The robot took all of these hits like they were nothing, and any bystanders would have barely been able to tell that the robot had someone whole and alive thrashing around inside of them; the kobold made a bulge in the robot for sure, but it was completely rounded out, and it looked like somebody had just built a fat robot...it didn't wobble, or bulge out as the lizard struggled; it held stalwart against his onslaught. The perfect way to refuel right in public!
As the robot continued its processing, and as that tingling continue to spread over the lizard's body, Tex noticed that he was starting to get quite tired. Obviously, he would be tired from struggling and putting up such a fight for so long, but he felt something different as well. It felt like this environment was draining his energy or something...a feeling of drowsiness started to overtake him, surpassing even the tingling that was so omnipresent. It felt like his body was melting away, physically...but even Tex didn't know how apt that feeling was. Even now, as his consciousness started to slip away, parts of the kobold had already been converted into rich fuel for the robot to use. Thankfully, the beginnings of the process weren't painful, but as time went on, the lizard noticed that his new home was starting to become a bit more aggressive. He was being pushed around, pressed against, even squished between the contracting walls a little bit, losing the ability to breathe for a few moments as that fuel rose straight over his snout.
Eventually, Tex couldn't hold up anymore.The environment he was put in was simply too inhospitable. He didn't know it, but half of his body was already processed into fuel at this point, at the other half would be it's way very soon...a drowsy feeling had finally claimed him, the lizard passing out inside of the fuel tank as it continued to work on breaking him down...
The humming and clanking of machinery continued as the robot processed it's mechanic, the organic matter it was made out of being a wonderful fuel for this type of robot. The fuel gauge on its back was starting to rise as more and more of the chamber filled with oil, what was left of the lizard slopping about in a thick, greasy slurry as the chamber finished processing him. A few minutes of crushing peristalsis and repurposing later, and the robot's fleshy appendage gradually receded back into its sheath, a light DING! echoing through the empty mechanic shop a few moments later.
"REPROCESSING COMPLETE." that same voice blared, the fuel gauge on the robot's back showing that it was now 100% full. Inside, the fuel tank sloshed around with a fresh, rich tank of organic fuel, ready to be put to work powering this machine. The robot clanked and thrashed to life, calmly (if not clunkily) surveying the mechanic shop, pilfering a few valuable tools and materials for making its way out of the garage. The person who had sent in this robot for "repairs" would be quite pleased with its haul this time around...