Stitches Part 3 (Winged beast)

 You had ran for a few miles but you eventually managed to get back to the sanctuary, the walls that surrounded you being a small comfort when you knew what lurked outside of the building especially given that you knew that it was immensely strong and, presumably, had caused the end of the world. That machine was what was known to the Stitchpunks as the fabrication machine but,in the old world, it was known as the B.R.A.I.N, a machine that was built as a showcase for the AI your mother had to tirelessly created but then the government had been taken from her and to the factories, made to produce death machines at a rate that it could barely comprehend. Then the end happened, the machines turned on the humans and wiped out all biological life on the planet down to even mere bacteria until they ran out of fuel, the rusted weapons of humanities hubris laying in the middle of the results of said hubris, rotting lie everything else.

In a way that you figured it made sense, you were always told that the B.R.A.I.N itself didn’t have any emotional intellect beyond that of a small child and as such was very dependent on its creator to show how anything worked. Imagine taking a child away from its mother, cutting away its arms and replacing it with rusted, broken limbs and make it produce death at a near constant pace without any love that a child would need, it would have been more of a wonder if the robot didn’t go insane. But it had died along with the rest of humanity but thanks to you and the usage of the cat robot it had made you had somehow managed to bring it back to life although it did seem like it was deeply crippled and, given that there were near to zero parts nearby to build anything major, it was much less of a threat.

Now you were sitting in the sanctuary with all the Stitchpunks that you had find, the remaining two apparently being in some library as according to Seven, who didn’t seem to be on the best terms with One and the others. The entire room was silent for several moments before you’d hear One cough, clearly not needing to clear her throat but just doing it to get everyone’s attention, some of the Stitchpunks heading and looking over to her whilst others simply just glanced in her general direction. “Now we know the machine is active, we must stay in the sanctuary. For all of our sakes.” Said One, Seven letting out a shocked sound of disgust as she would stand up, the Stichpunks turning all their attention onto her as they would do so, much to One's prevalent annoyance.

“Three And four are still out there and you know they can’t defend themselves. We need to venture out, for them if not us.” She explained with you being glad that the Stitchpunks were all alive even if scattered.

“They can be left, we do not want to attract anything that the machine creates.” One said, eliciting shocked reactions from the crowd of ragdolls in the process.

“What?” Nine said, shocked.

“You coward! We’re the only ones that can fight this thing other than Anon, we need as much help as we can get!” She said as One scoffed and raised her hand at her in a dismissive motion, something that angered Seven. “Besides, we have a moral duty to protect our own, something you’ve clearly forgotten about.” She said as you nodded in agreement, getting tempted to volunteer to go out and get the remaining two stitchpunks on your own before you’d suddenly hear something. That was when you heard the sound of something moving outside of the walls, the sound of something that sounded motorized but not in the way that it was moving on four keys but instead it sounded like a constant movement like a propeller or something moving forward on tank treads.

“Ladies, can you hear that?” You asked, snapping them out of the arguing for several moments before you’d hear the sound of the Rotor would echo out across the air, Twos eyes widening as she would go to speak.

“Oh no, it’s built another one!” He shouted before you’d suddenly heard the sound of a chittering scream, sounding more like a bird as you’d look over to the window in the church, hearing as the rotor would start growing louder and louder. You’d see a shadow appear in the glass as you’d see that it was very much bird-like, the sound of the engine grinding out across the air before you’d hear the sound of it howling again as the shadow grew and grew more by the moment, much to your dread. A few moments later you’d hear the sound of the engine proceeded to smash through the glass, various shards falling down into the floor before the metal lump would slam into the ground, scratching across the floor as Seven and Eight got ready to fight the being.

With that the Birds limbs would unfold to reveal what it would actually look like,the head of the what’s having four red eyes sticking out of the skull whilst the “beak” of the bird consisted of a almost hand-like arrangement of blades, the blades stretching out fulling whenever it wanted to screams out with the speaker impeded into its face. The beasts torso had its engine jammed inside of it, the rusted blades having stopped spinning whilst you looked to see that the engine was connected with a bunch of metal wires and rods, your eyes then looking to the wings to see that they were using a flag as a makeshift sail, the beings tail seeming to be some kind of harpoon attached to it. With that you’d look at the rest of the limbs, seeing that it had a pair of small legs with a few hooks making up the feet and talons whilst the arms were massive and thin, having a hand with a set of razor claws being attached to each limb as she would let out a screech at you.

With that she would proceed to start lifting herself into the air as soon as she saw you, letting out a screech as it headed towards you as you grabbed a hold of a brick and swung it down as it headed towards you. You’d made an impact against its head which brought it to the ground but before your hands got cut apart, a few drops of blood leaked out of your skin before the stitchpunks would descend down upon it, Eight and Seven heading towards it as nine seem to try and plan something. The bird would only pay attention to you until Seven rammed against the beasts head, the bird being chittering before ramming it’s head to the side and flinging Seven across the room as she would do so, Soon paying attention to eight as it would do so, letting out another chitter.

Eight seemed to have enough strength to actually fight off the beast, letting out a chitter as you hit it in the side of the head, much to its annoyance as Eight would keep trying to get hits as it would try and get some air. You’d watch as the engine would speed up, the sound of the engine whirling echoing across the air before Eight jammed her knife blade inside of the engine, the sound of the motor creeking out across the air before the sound of it getting jammed and spluttering into the air as it would do so. You’d hear as the engine groaned and vibrated, the bird being able to tell that something was wrong as it grabbed ahold of the blades handle and threw it across the room, trying to reactive the engine as you threw a brick at it, hitting it in the torso which caused it to stumble,

It briefly reacted by staring at you before Seven would run up behind it and jumped up on its back, cutting away at the makeshift sale out of it before the winged beast started chittering and threw her off onto the floor. The Beast would finally get its engine back up and running again, the sounds of engine starting up echo across the air before it managed to get some air, reduced in it somewhat due to the fact that it’s sails had been ripped apart before the beast shot its harpoon gun at her. The Harpoon would make impact, ramming against her arm and going right  through, pinning her to the wall as you’d watch as Nine would appear from the sidelines with some ropes, throwing it into the air and wrapping it around the wing as it would chirp, attempting to break the rope as it did so.

With that you decided that you might as well act, grabbing hold of the beast's other wing and slamming it down onto the floor, the sound of the engine attempting to flare up moving across the air as you’d push the other wing to the ground. “Nine, the other rope, now!” You shouted out as you’d see Nine nod and run to the other end of the room, the beast trying to snap out of you with its knife beak as it would do so, the red eyes of your mothers creation creation staring right into your soul. With that you’d proceed to see Nine throw the rope over with you grabbing it off the ground, wrapping it around the limb as the wing and keeping them together before tightening the rope, making sure it couldn’t escape as you got up, flailing around the ground as you did so.

“Seven, are you OK?” You asked, the woman yanking the rusted harpoon out of her shoulder as she would do so and look over to her now ripped apart shoulder, stuffing coming out of it a she would so.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just need a few stitches.” She Said as she clutched ahold of her, rubbing against it as she felt as stuffing would rub against it before she’d move over to the quivering beast, staring at it as she did so. “So, what are we going to do about that then?” She asked as she would look over its body, with you doing the same before your eyes looked at the beast to see that it seemed to have an orifice inside of it that was being crafted by the machine itself out of fabric and latex and steel. It seems that Nine would take notice of it as well, looking up at you and going to nod at you, cheering wanting you to try and use the hole before you’d grab ahold of your belt,letting your trousers down as Seven would go and say something, Nine quickly intervening before she could speak.

“It’s got a hole, I want to see if using it would do something to the machine.” She said as Seven would keep her mouth shut and watched as you approached the bird's limbs, parting the beast's limbs with your hands as you would do so. You’d look at the hole, hearing as the beast would let out a growl and would snap at you as if to warn you not to hurt it or else it would attack you, the woman’s bladed beaks grinding against one another as you’d start dragging your hips backwards across the air. With that you then proceeded to ram yourself inside of her, letting out several growls out into the air as you’d feel as the womans hole around your member, a groan escaping your mouth as you’d look down at the woman, seeing as she’d have her mouth apart and her speaking screeching.

You’d groan as you’d feel yourself inside of her, feeling the warmth pushing across your member due to the fact that the woman’s engine module was warming it up, groaning somewhat as she would do so. Eventually you’d find the strength to push yourself away from her hips, the woman letting out a growl before you’d look down at your dick, seeing that there was some kind of substance on your member and, given that it hadn’t burnt up,you assume that fluid wasn’t toxic in any shape or form. You’d eventually get to the point where your member would rest against the edges of her pussy, feeling as the fabric that made up the lips would rub against your member before you’d thrust back inside of her again, hearing as she would let out another groan as she did so.

You’d repeat this process several times over, moving your hips backwards and forwards again as she would stay underneath you, your adoring audience of various Stitchpunks watching you as she would do so. As you’d thrust inside of the robotic bird you’d hear the sound of her man growing more and more birdlike by the moment, the chattering sound slowly slurring away into the mass of sound that she created and said mass of sound would slowly become more and more bird-like by the moment. Eventually she would proceed to let out something that resembled bird song, the song itself sounding jittery and out of tune despite the fact that the speaker as very much broken with you almost thinking it sounded like an old encoded radio signal.

With that you decided that you might as well start going faster inside of her, figuring that the fact that her call was growing less beastly and more harmonious and as such she should exhibit other changes if you went faster. As such you’d start ramming against her wire metal hips, letting go of her legs and grabbing hold of her chest area to make sure you didn’t collapse onto her, feeling as the rust would start rubbing off against your palms as the woman's engine seemed to speed up slightly. This would not only cause the woman’s inside to warm up inside of her, making you groan as the warmth traveled across your member, but also caused the woman’s insides to expand somewhat which made her hole even tighter to thrust into as you did so.

After a couple of moments your brain would snap out of the pleasure loop to notice that she hasn’t driven her beak into your hands yet, instead simply just going about moaning and groaning into the air with her mouth instead with no intention to attack. You’d also notice that the woman’s eyes were changing hues, going from a dark red and slowly brightening into being bright pink which seemed to hint that there was something more going on with her mind then you had expected. You’d stare into her eyes for several seconds, feeling as the light would burn your retinas somewhat before you proceeded to start fucking here even faster then beforehand as her legs would rest themselves against your waist, clutching away at your skin as she would do so.

Your hips would become a blur in the air, moving so fast that it was counteracting the air that was being blown up against your waist, the woman keeping her mouth open as you’d hear her bird song echoing out across the air. The woman’s inner walls rubbed up against your member, the warmth of the inflated material causing it to clench and rub across your member, the fabric pressing across it, making the veins and glands flare up in eager anticipation as you’d pair attention to the bird's behavior. She was clearly enjoying herself, the woman’s wings flapping not out of hatred and the idea that she’s attempting to escape the ropes but instead fluttering out of pleasure, slowly tearing the ropes apart somewhat as she would keep singing into the air in the process.

That was the moment where you felt your cock start to throb inside of her, pushing up against her inner walls of which almost felt like they were vibrating back, rubbing and rubbing across your member as you did so. Then you felt as the pressure would start to build up at the tip of your member, pushing against it in a pleasurable way before you felt as the pressure would grow further and further down your member until it started mixing with pain from the increased build up of it all. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and, with that, you’d proceed to start cumming inside of her, ramming yourself inside of her and letting out a groan as she would let out her song in such a loud way that it’s glitch out somewhat, the woman wrapping her legs around your flesh the best she could.

Ropes would escape from your cock, a bundle of white escaping your cock with the first shot, covering the fabric that made up her inner walls before the ropes would come out at a steady and intense pace. The ropes grew more and more intense by the second before you would reach what you assumed to be the peak, a massive amount of ropes spraying inside of her and covering every single inch of her insides, a couple of ropes causing some backflow and covering your hips as she did so. Eventually your orgasming came to a end, the woman feeling as the ropes would get smaller and smaller inside of her before stopping in its entirely,the drops eventually becoming nothing at all, seeing as she’d drip all over the floor as you’d let out a groan and fall slightly.

Eventually you’d get back up to put your trousers on, dragging them upwards before you’d watch as the machine's eyes would grow red again, the sound of the engine growing louder and louder as she would do so. The machine would then break free, pushing itself into the air as it would screech into the air again before it would twist its entire body to the right, accidentally oversteering in its post sex stupor and ramming clean into one of the supports of the building, exploding in a rather spectacular display. You’d watch as the fire fell to the floor as long with the various parts of the bird beast, starting to set various objects on fire as you’d turn away from it,  the Stitchpunks shouting at one another as you’d try and put out of the fire to make sure that it couldn't spread too quickly.

“Hurry, we’ll go to the library where three and four are!” Nine shouted as everyone agreed, Seven being helped by a couple of the others as you’d start running out of the burning building along with them, various thoughts moving through your head as you ventured out into the wasteland once again. You’d wonder what Three and Four would be like and you wondered if the machine had enough power to even build something else or not but, most importantly, you wondered why your presence around it made the machine reactivate and what you could do to tame your mothers creation.