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Melvinborg’s hands ached as he gripped the wrench tightly, glaring at a particularly stubborn bolt that was having a hard time turning. It was the right size and he was using the correct wrench– he couldn’t understand why it wasn’t turning!
He eventually released a frustrated sigh, sitting back and staring at the machine he has been working on for the past month. It was big, almost looking like one of those ultramodern showers with the ionized see-through fiberglass that didn’t have a tub. Except only one side had ionized fiberglass while the rest was cylindrical shaped with hypermetal. It was a work of art, damn it– his work of art!
Since he was the CEO of his own company, he had easy access to the newest types of materials– of which he could use in his freetime in his personal lab that was under his house.
Even though he didn’t get into the academy he always has wanted to get into since he was a child, his life wasn’t too bad. His house was spacious. He could command people to work on certain projects– even though they’d never be as good as him– and life was… nice.
It would be even nicer if he could finally finish this project.
He ran a metal hand through his orange hair while inhaling deeply… before getting up. Working on something for hours on end is usually how he did things, but a break was certainly in order.
With that in mind, he set the wrench aside on the pale tiled floor and briefly went up the stairs into his abode, getting a granola bar and a coffee before coming right back down. He shouldn’t spend more than five minutes on a break– any longer, and it would no longer be a break; he’d be simply resting if he wasn’t working on something for more than five minutes. And resting was for little bitches that couldn’t handle their own weight.
He walked up to his ‘work in progress’ machine, sipping at his very bitter coffee while squinting at it. He still didn’t understand why that bolt wouldn’t go in. It looked like he’d be able to screw it on only using his fingers!
Growing frustrated again at the mere thought, he stepped closer to the machine, eyeing the spots where he has yet to put panels. The innards should work fine but unless he wanted the thing to become ruined when trying to use it, he’d need to put the panels on.
“Hmph…” He was going to turn away, buuut ended up stepping on the wrench, slipping and spilling coffee just absolutely everywhere. On himself, on the ground, and… and on the machine…
Melvinborg stared at his poor creation, his mouth falling open.
At first, everything seemed fine… Buuut then it began to steam.
“No, no!” He hissed out a few bad words under his breath, quickly going to one of the open spots to peer into the innards.
Something was sparking– which was not good. Coffee had gotten to some of the wiring.
Melvinborg's eyes widened as he frantically assessed the damage caused by the spilled coffee. The machine, which had been a source of both pride and frustration, now seemed to be on the verge of a catastrophic failure. He cursed himself for being so careless, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to figure out the extent of the damage and how to salvage it.
The steaming and sparking intensified, which alarmed him very much so. He couldn’t let a month’s work go to waste!
Just as he was about to go and get the fire extinguisher, there was a blast of very bright, hot light.
For the next following moments, he felt he was in a place just edging unconsciousness.
Melvinborg couldn’t see his lab anymore– he couldn’t even feel the floor. Maybe the machine had activated? Maybe he was dead? Either or could be an option. If this was the afterlife, then this was just pitiful.
As his senses slowly returned, he found himself in a surreal environment. The surroundings were bathed in an otherworldly glow that was slowly turning a sunny orange, and he felt weightless, as if suspended in some ethereal space. Panic and confusion gripped him as he tried to make sense of his new reality.
…Though, soon enough, he didn’t feel weightless any longer, smacking right down into white carpet.
“Ugh!” He winced, rubbing at his fleshy half of his face under his glasses. Now that hurt. At least that meant he wasn’t dead quite yet.
He glanced around, blinking owlishly. His sensors in his robot half were having trouble visualizing the area around him. He himself seemed normal, but everything else? Not quite as normal.
It was the kind of stuff he’d see on the TV in the breakroom– hyper photonic mish-mesh of slightly unpigmented colors.
Melvinborg sat there for a long moment, blinking some more… before staring at the other… human…? in the… living room.
How long have they been standing there?
“...Hi Mr. cartoon man,” you smiled sleepily, giving a wave.
“......Greetings, extraterrestrial being.”
“Wow, thems some big words!” You then yawned. “Okay. This was a nice dream. I’m going to wake up now.”
…You stood there, not ‘waking up.’
You slowly lowered your bottom lip into a pout as he just stared at you. “Okaaay, this is where I wake up now and start the day!” You snapped your fingers.
…
Nothing happened.
Melvinborg made a face, slowly standing up. Off to the side was the rubble that made up his machine, buuut he was more focused on you as of right now.
You rubbed your chin thoughtfully, rubbing your two and a half brain cells together. “Hmm… maybe I should just wait it out. I’ll wake up eventually, right?”
“...Sure,” he replied simply, looking you up and down before walking closer. “You’re an awfully… strange, looking specimen…”
“Thanks?” You watched as he grabbed your hand, inspecting you closely.
Melvinborg scrutinized your hand with his robotic eye, clearly perplexed. His mechanical fingers traced along your palm, mumbling to himself as if trying to make sense of the situation. “Carbon-based life form... organic tissue... but… not quite the same as me… this is definitely not within my realm of expertise.”
“You seem somewhat like me!” You commented, smiling cheekily. “Just all cartoony.”
He paused at your words, finally taking a moment to look down at himself. Although he still was the same texture and all that, he was shaped more like you were.
“Interesting,” he mulled, finally releasing your hand.
“So mister man from my dreams, do you, perchance, have a name?”
“...Melvin. But I go by Melvinborg as of recently,” he said before clearing his throat, straightening his back. “I won’t be here for much longer. I just have to… to…”
He turned his gaze to his machine, slowly grimacing. It was going to take a lot of work to fix it.
“Alright.” He turned back towards you. “Perchance, do you have any hypermetal laying around?”
You gave him a blank stare, slightly tilting your head. “A what?”
His face fell. “Hypermetal? Y’know, the gray, almost blue looking metal? The one hundred, sixty-second element on the periodic table?”
Slowly, you pouted. “I don’t know where you’re from, but our periodic table only has… like… a hundred and uhm… twenty? Nineteen? Eighteen? Elements.”
A horrified look went across his face. “You’re joking.”
“Nope. But good thing this is a dream!”
Of course, not too long after him coming up with a few moron equivalent synonyms for you, you came to the realization that this was not a dream.
–
The next few months went by slowly.
Melvinborg would get frustrated at something, and give you a taste of his snarky attitude every time you walked by when he was having a bad moment. Which happened to be every moment.
Though, you still made some progress with him, taking him out to eat whenever you had the money or managing to aid him in a way that seemed helpful to him. It was slow, but you didn’t mind quite too much.
In the time you’ve known him, he has gathered a few materials he needed, but still needs quite a few more. Including uranium. You would help him out with that too, but you didn’t want to be put on any FBI watchlist for buying uranium online.
“I need your help with something,” he said eventually, sitting on your couch next to you.
Having spaced out, you blinked, looking over. “Hm? What? What did you say?”
“I said, I need your help with something, you deaf bat. Something more… specific and personal– and you’re allowed to say no.”
“Was I not allowed to say no to the other times I’ve helped you?” You asked with a smile before shaking your head. “I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
Melvinborg gave you a long look. “Even if it involves taking your clothes off?”
You paused before slowly pouting. “Now, why would I need to take my clothes off?”
“Well,” he began in a smooth manner, “Since I’m here, I might as well earn myself a nobel-prize and study the anatomy of the beings in this…” he rolled his hand, unable to find the right word right away. “In this… realm.”
“So you want to explore my body?”
“Exactly! See, I knew my genius would rub off on you eventually. There may be hope for you yet.”
You giggled, your joke slipping under his ‘genius’ radar as per usual. He usually didn’t get any of your jokes, but at least you found it funny.
“Are we doing this now?” You asked, looking down at yourself. Pajamas– something comfortable.
“Yes. The sooner the better,” he said in a haughty tone. “It shouldn’t take long. Go ahead and remove your clothes. All of it.”
“So demanding,” you mused, starting with your shirt before going downwards. Before long, you were naked atop the couch, nipples budding in the chill air. “What next, Mel?”
He rolled his eyes, putting on blue medical gloves that he got from… somewhere. You didn’t know where, considering he almost never goes out in public. And, even when he is in public, he hardly stays out for long.
“Lay down on the couch,” he told you simply, standing up to give you room. And, it was simple enough. Laying down.
You didn’t mind it much when he looked you up and down, though it certainly was… unusual. Of course, you’d never expected a man from a cartoon world to be looking at you like a piece of meat, but here you were.
The next events that followed certainly seemed… procedural. He mapped out every inch of your body with a small flexible tape measure he procured from, literally, his forearm– the metal forearm.
He wrote down your measurements in a notebook, silent. It would’ve been a little awkward if the TV wasn’t playing some show.
You cleared your throat, trying to make conversation, “So, how has your day be- EN?!”
Melvinborg had grabbed your nipple betwixt his thumb and index finger, giving it a light roll. “Do your nipples usually remain firm for long periods of time?”
“I-I–” it was hard to formulate words– “I um, I guess??”
He hummed, slightly narrowing his eyes before no longer pinching your nipple, turning to write something in his little notepad.
Your face felt just a little warm, watching him. Certainly, you hadn’t expected to be touched like that… nor to be aroused by it.
“Alright,” he began after a pause, either pretending or not noticing the arousal spreading to the sex between your thighs. “I need you to spread.”
“Spread?”
Melvinborg released an irritated grunt. “Do I need to be so specific with every single thing I say? Spread your legs, you brain-dead neanderthal.
Softly you pouted, though slowly did as he asked. The air felt even colder against your sex, causing you to shiver. “C-Can you um… hurry up a little? Please?” You begged before adding when he was silent; “Pretty please?”
“...Hmph. It isn’t that cold,” he muttered, fixing his gloves before leaning over you, slightly pulling on one of your legs to get a better look at you.
You felt very vulnerable at that moment, and– and softly gasped when he gently pressed his index finger against your sex.
“Interesting.” He narrowed his eyes in concentration, mumbling to himself. Something about… your genitals being slightly different from the version from his realm? It was hard to tell what he was saying.
He played with you for a moment, his finger running along your sex before removing it, turning away to once again write something in his notes.
“M-Melvin,” you groaned, closing your eyes. “You can’t just, just… keep teasing me like this and not do anything for me.”
He glanced over his shoulder to eye at you. “You… want me to give you some kind of relief?”
“Yes!”
He then rolled his eyes, as if it was such a bothersome task. “Fine. But I’m going to be quick– I don’t like taking long in things like… this.”
You gave a coy smile, watching as he pulled down his waistband. You really weren’t expecting him to agree so easily– maybe he had gotten aroused too?
Though you haven’t thought about it much, you certainly were wondering what he had between his legs. He talked about the accident from time to time but never elaborated what parts under his pants were damaged.
Melvinborg pressed one knee to the couch, grabbing and pulling your hips to where he was now, between your legs.
You glanced down before biting down on your bottom lip. It seems like that part of him hasn’t been destroyed. Lengthy, but not really girthy. Still, it made you tense up all the same.
“Is all of that going to fit in me?” You asked in what you felt was a half-joking tone. Though, you felt more worried than anything. Was it going to fit?
“Maybe,” is all he said.
With that, and with all the gentleness of a hungry polar bear, he pressed his cock against your awaiting entrance. He grunted before hissing out a curse, sinking into you.
Your mouth fell open. Soft, airy noises came from your lips as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper into you, slightly slinking out before pushing back in. He either didn’t notice that you needed time to adjust, or just didn’t care. Likely the latter.
Melvinborg kept an iron grip on your hips, and every so often, he’d move you down to meet his own hips, almost using you like his personal fleshlight. Although it was a bit chilly you felt so hot in that moment.
You would’ve liked it more if you had more foreplay to warm up with, or started with something else– like being eaten out, but this was fine too. You never knew he could be so rough with another person when it seemed like he hated interacting with people he didn’t know.
“Oh, oh gosh,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut.
His cock hit the right place at the right time, every single time, making you moan and gasp greedily for air that was stolen from your lungs.
He kept up a brisk pace, not really jittering at all. Sometimes he’d grit or grind his teeth together. Sometimes he’d suck in a breath a bit too loudly. But through it all, he pounded away into your sweet, tender little hole.
He hasn’t talked to you at all about any sexual experiences he potentially has had, but he was also way too good at it to be a virgin. Or, maybe he was a virgin, and just watched a lot of videos? He seemed like the type to educate himself on… well, everything.
You opened your mouth to try and give him a few praises– he liked having his ego stroked, but nothing came out but pleased noises. Turns out, it was hard to form words while being absolutely plowed. All you could manage was mouthing out a few words– and even that was hard.
Melvinborg narrowed his eyes at you, muttering out quiet words that you couldn’t quite catch. You think it’s supposed to be degrading? At least, his tone suggests as such.
Either way, you felt very close to cumming.
“Please, please,” you whispered, slightly arching your back and attempting to move your hips too, wanting him to know that you wanted to try and add to the experience and wasn’t just a wet doorknob but that you just hardly couldn’t move due to how good you felt. Maybe next time– if there is a next time, you can focus more on him.
He growled, thrusting roughly into you with reckless abandon. You were pretty sure that, after this, you wouldn’t be able to walk.
Something whirred in his robotic side, and– and he finally cummed.
It caused a chain reaction; a few more wet thrusts and you cummed too, whining loudly.
He finally stopped, panting while pulling out his cock. The final ribbons of cum squirted out onto your tummy, and he was done.
“Ooh… shit,” you groaned, taking a moment to rest and catch your breath. Judging by how he was breathing, too, you doubted he wanted to go for a second round… Though if he did, would you even be able to handle it?
Melvinborg grunted, briefly eyeing you before stepping away. Thankfully, he was finished for now. After a pause, a blue towel landed on you– he threw you a towel.
“I’m going in the shower first,” he declared. Before you could cheekily ask if you could join, the bathroom door shut.
You laid there, weakly wiping the cooling cum off your midsection.
While cleaning yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle when a thought came to your head; you’ll have to sabotage his machine a little so he could stay here with you longer…