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With the help of a workers union, the two must fight against the powers that be while also fighting the growing attraction between them.
Please note: Melded is a sci-fi romance between an android and a human. This is an M/F romance with themes that focus on what makes us human, anti-capitalist/pro-union sentiments, and the boundless frontier of what life could be if we could personally design the perfect dick.
Featured tropes include: molten metal/”wax” play, pain can be pleasurable, consent is sexy, workplace romance, robotic penis with extra special features, knotting, pleasure dom/forced orgasms, special jizz
Content Considerations/Cautions: Risk of lobotomy/unmaking of sentient being; discussion of potential non-consensual sexual situations between the MMC and others (Not the FMC); inaccurate depictions of blacksmithing, engineering, and robotics; futuristic science based on vibes, not actual science
Aubrey
When I decidedto take a blacksmith job on another planet, I knew I'd be making parts for machinery—I never expected those parts to be dicks.
Or pussies.
Or even more unique genitalia.
Build Your Own Boyfriend’s clientele had a lot of creativity based on some of the hopeful feature requests the sales team passed along.
“The limit is your imagination” was peppered all throughout the holographic brochures. It was a pretty idea, but the limit was really based on whatIcould do with sarmentium, silicone, and other body-safe materials.
It was my job to bridge the gap between horny wishes and hammered metal, marrying the two into one quality piece of genitalia. Occasionally two, ya know, if the buyer was into claspers or a double header.
So here I was, hammering away on a nine inch cock with internal thrusters and a special lube that made the client go all tingly. It was outdated—a little vanilla compared to a lot of my projects—but some people liked that vintage vibe. I wasn't one to judge.
I was well into the groove of making sure this cock was the best it could be when the metal panels of my workshop doorwooshedopen.
"Aubrey, you still aren't done with that one?"
I grimaced, not even bothering to look up. "Listen, Peter, it has four special features and vintage parts. I had to make that frenulum completely from scratch. It's going to take time." My hammer continued to pummel at the rapidly cooling sarmentium, though my rhythm stuttered with the interruption. "And you're fucking up my groove. Get out."
There was no sound of his retreat. I sighed and turned to him with a glare.
He stood there in a beige button up and navy trousers. There was a coffee stain on his shirt that he had tried to hide with his tie, but the poorly formed knot that held it in place also left it off-center so that he had a stained shirtanda crooked tie. He was just your average, mediocre guy. Like lukewarm leftovers you weren’t excited about, but ate anyway for convenience.
Except leftovers didn’t rat out other tradies. Not even the ones who had scabbed their way into middle management.
He shook his head, mouth folding into an expression of disdain. It wasn't quite a sneer nor a scowl, but a special disapproval only Peter seemed able to muster.
"That mouth has got to go," he griped. "If I had known I was hiring someone sounprofessional?—"
"Take it up with the union, Pete. You hired me to be a blacksmithandan engineer, not to be nice to you. I’m fantastic at my job and you know it." The heavy tip of my hammer pointed towards the door, dismissing him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lift his hands in a placating gesture.
"I'm just glad you work in the back. Imagine if we had put you in sales." We shivered in unison, both repulsed bythatidea.
"Let me know when you're done, we’ve got an innovation piece you need to do."
Fuck."Can't Sarphos do it?"
"No. I wish I could give it to Sarphos. Unlike you,hehas a sparkling personality and doesn’t mouth off… but he’s not your match at the forge or with troubleshooting. You're the best at the really creative ones, and as much as I hate to admit this, I don't want anyone else on this." His expression turned smug. "It's a special case, one I had to handlepersonally. A new model that the higher ups areveryinterested in. They only trusted me with managing it."
He poked his nose into the air as if me being able to see up his nostrils somehow made him superior.
“Sure, Petey. I bet they even got your name right when they asked this time. What was it last time, Patrick?”
His face turned the color of a tomato, fists clenching at his sides until his knuckles turned white. That meant I was about… two snarky comments from a write up.
I shrugged, cutting off his diatribe before he could even start. “I don’t have time for it today.”
“You do now. This comes straight from the top. You’ll do it fast and make sure it’s perfect.”
