A Clank in the Night

“You know what will happen if we get caught, right?” her speaker crackled a little as she tried to modulate her voice to a whisper, rather than the usual volume she used on stage. There was a shiver to the sound, expressing how truely nervous the robot was.

A deep laugh left the other performer, though, regardless of his cavalier display, he also seemed to be attempting to keep his voice down. “Who do we have to stop us? The others never come to this side of the building.” His large hand partially pinned her against the wall. The awkward, pear-shaped potbelly of his suit was pressed to hers. His body language was far from subtle.

“W-well what about…” She trailed off, gesturing with her head and hand down the hall toward the light spilling into the darkness.

“The human? Hardly an issue at all. He never leaves that office. I doubt he would be able to enforce it if he wanted to.” His other hand closed in what little space was left between them, traveling along her arm, then to her back.

She swatted his hand playfully, servos buzzing at the sudden movement. “Now now… If we’re gonna do this… We have to build up to that…” She winked, pulling her fingers to her large plastic beak and clamping down on them with an audible thud. With the ease of a glove, she pulled her plushy yellow hand clean off, the thinner, metal inner-hand slipping out, and glistening in the dim light. She let the vacated shell of a hand drop to the floor as she smoothed her metallic digits across her partner’s brown felted tummy.

He stuttered, overwhelmed suddenly by the gravity of her act, “Oh-oh my god… I can’t believe we’re really doing this here. I’ve wanted this for so long.” The silver hand came up to his black nose and gave it a boop, a soft squeak escaping.

“It’s your turn.” She cooed. He shifted a little, circuits firing across all boards as he bent and selected his left foot. Like shucking off a slipper, he kicked off the animal paw, revealing glistening steel. The suit foot skidded across the hall, finally coming to a stop after meeting the opposite wall. He drummed his metal toes on the tile, making a pleasant rhythmic tap.

She didn’t hesitate at all when her turn came, grabbing and fiddling with the lower arm on the same side as her freed hand, getting the internal clamps holding it in place to loosen just enough to let her pull it off. Underneath the false arm was an aged but solid skeletal beam. These bars made up most of their internal structures, but to let them be seen out in the open like this, it was so, so deliciously against the rules.

To go for the leg was the obvious choice for him, but just seeing her structure like that, he immediately got to work on his hand. His fingers were stiff and his suit fur worn from holding the same microphone prop day in and day out. Removing the hand and getting to stretch out the thin mechanical bones beneath was like a blessing.

After a decent flexing of his fingers, he set to work dragging them along that exposed section of her arm. Cold metal met cold metal, but the action caused both of their internal cooling fans to kick on. He wanted to help her out with the next section of her suit, which she gladly allowed. Together they freed her upper arm, then her shoulder. The contrast between her other arm, still adorned in thick padded fabric was quite stark. She rolled her shoulders, the squeals of her internal mechanics no longer muffled by her costume. The sound echoed down the long hall, an intimate sound that was never to be heard in such a public place.

Before he got too carried away, she squatted down in front of him, determined to help as well. He steadied himself against the wall, fake breathing sounds huffing from his voice box. Her endoskeletal fingers were quite nimble, making short work of his leg, kneecap, and thigh coverings. She took more than a moment to gawk at his framework doing her best to not let her gaze drift into the darkened shadows of his crotch plate. She didn’t want to spoil that fun yet, after all.

She offered to go next, but he insisted she continue her work on him down below. There was a jitter in his beams as she tenderly exposed his steel parts to the cold, stale air of the pizzeria. Soon, the suit pieces for both of his feet and legs were heaped in a pile beside them. She stood back up before addressing anything else, as it was her turn now.

Her other hand and arm were nude in no time with his help. She paused for a moment, crossing her thin arms over the thick expanse of her yellow, bib covered chest and looking away in embarrassment. Her voice purred, “You… take it off of me…” He didn’t waste another second, ripping off the glove of his still felty hand, then gingerly reaching behind her. He felt around blindly, his fumbling stretching further around her, bringing them closer than ever before. He wasn’t exactly experienced in removing a girl’s chest plate after all. The repair guy usually did it all for them. He had seen it done a hundred times though, and finally found purchase. His robotic fingers slipped into the seam running down her back and slowly started to unhook the costume.

The little hook and eyes were frustrating, but once he got into the groove, he was blazing through them. He got to the last one, and the whole torso piece gave way. Quickly, she grabbed hold before it could fall away, teasing him with the reveal. Slowly, she let the bulky chest slip down, revealing her collar cross beam, then her spinal beam, and lower and lower until it reached the point where the smaller supports from her shoulders to core were out in the open. The heft of her costume dropped to the tiles with a dull POMF.

He didn’t want to admit this wasn’t the first time he had seen her topless, but it was certainly the first time he had seen it while she was conscious and not being poured over by a human. He cautiously touched her collar, eliciting a shiver from her. Each metal to metal touch caused a strange sensation within them, like interference when a mic gets too close to an amp, but much more pleasant, and certainly less noisy.

Before he could creep lower, she was stripping his arms, tossing the musty upholstered cosmetics haphazardly to the floor. He could tell she was getting just as riled up as him. As she started to unhook his chest piece, he got to work on her legs. They were working together in perfect harmony toward their naughty goal.

As more and more steel became exposed, the more hot and heavy the atmosphere was getting. It wasn’t long until they were at a nudity stalemate. All that remained were their crotch plates, and their masks. Their programming was all atwitter with how many rules they were breaking. But, out of all their pieces, the most illegal to be seen without were the two they were down to. The heads made since, after all it’s the main selling point of the costume. Without your head, you weren’t a character at all, which no customer was allowed to know. The crotch plate thing was stranger, but humans had a weird affinity to it. Customers caught touching performers there were immediately scolded or removed entirely. It was deemed a nasty place to touch, making it all the more tempting to expose.

It was a choice between which was more sinful, and would feel better to leave last in their duet strip tease. He was the first to pick, reaching into the plate of his groin and unclasping it from his endoskeleton. The piece dropped away, revealing the thick and sturdy bar of his hips. She followed suit, and once fully nude, she pressed her private crossbeam to his, the interference from the touch dizzying.

They were a bit more hesitant to remove their masks, but there was no way they were going to go this far without doing it. The internal scream of their programming to stop was dulled by an echoing pulse to keep going. It felt so good, they had to do it. On a count of three, they both pulled off their heads. It was so interesting how alike they were when like this. The only difference was their eyes.

They tossed their masks aside and got close again. Their embrace may have looked like two very passionately intertwined coat racks, but to them, nothing was more stimulating than this. Everything their onboard computers told them to not do, they did, touching and fondling each other’s beams, locking and gnashing their jagged metal teeth together. The sound of metal hitting metal filled the air.

What if it was daytime? Customers everywhere, gathering around and watching them like this. They could see every outlet and joint, watching as they rutted on each other, sinking to the grimey floor tiles in a clanging mess of tubes. It was so deeply against their programming, it was making their logic units fuzzy. They were reaching something, some kind of release, and the only option was to get to it.

Hasty needley fingers looked for new crevasses to explore and touch. He was the first to find it, right in her core. A charging port. Twisting his fingers in just right made her gasp, a spark escaping from between his digits. She mirrored his actions, plunging into his socket and twisting. His whole frame was burning up, weak internal fans trying their hardest to keep him from total blackout. More interference, harder, faster clanking and deeper twisting intensified.

Beforehand, their touches caused no sound, but as their actions brought them closer and put more strain on their systems, their speakers both started to emit that classic whine between mics and amps. It started low, then started to become shriller and louder until it reached an ear splitting climax, a shower of sparks shooting from their ports as their internal fans lost the overheating war and finally cut out, both of their computers blacking out from the overload.

When they came to, it was still night, but they were… In parts and service. The repairman was there, his back to them, running some kind of diagnostic. Their suits were back on. The two exchanged a glance, but remained quiet. The human mumbled to himself as he worked, something about ‘goddamn security guards tampering with the animatronics’. They both gave a silent sigh of relief that they wouldn’t be taking the fall for their actions. She looked over at her partner and gave him a wink.

They would be getting another night guard fired soon enough.

The End