The Gay Penis Loving Bots, and The Search For The Gay Penis

 

 

“Where shall our perilous journeys take us on this day?” Balthazar Strongrod enthusiastically asked his traveling companion, brushing the dust off of his large, dark body, taking care to make sure nothing got in any exposed vents.

 

“I believe our current destination is northward, past the Lake of Aftercare,” replied the stalwart Mercurio Shaftward, consulting his map. “If we leave now, we should arrive by nightfall, provided nothing else tries to turn us into dinner.” His slim, white frame reflected the rays of the afternoon sun, although he also wore an expression of exhaustion.

 

“Aw, come on! I had a very good hunch that the Gay Penis we have been searching for all this time was in our sights, and you know that my hunches are usually correct!” Balthazar gesticulated heavily as he tried to excuse himself.

 

“And that very same hunch is what almost got us devoured by a giant titmouse.” Mercurio made sure to gather his things, making sure everything was accounted for before placing them in his satchel.

“No need to be so overdramatic. All it wanted was a meal, and we just happened to be in its way. Now, let’s find this Lake of Aftercare! I have a feeling the Gay Penis that we seek will in our sights soon enough.” Balthazar proceeded to march onward with powerful strides that bellied his strong, metallic physique.

“Oh how I wish to have your level of confidence, Balthazar…” Mercurio begrudgingly followed behind his compatriot.

The day of travel brought them along numerous geographical wonders, including the hills of the Floral Mounds, the massive and beautiful Dick Forest, and the harrowing Labial Caverns. After a hard trek, they finally reached the Lake of Aftercare, a vast, shimmering body of water that encompasses a large area, marked by a singular small island in the middle with a large tree, lush with bright green leaves. The tree had been blocking the setting sun from its position, as if it was doing the Gay Penis Loving Bots a kindness whilst they made their way over. It was a most tranquil landmark, as if something out of a fairy tale.

Balthazar was the first to dash over to the lake, setting his backpack down and getting on his alloyed hands and knees so as to peer at his reflection. “Isn’t this amazing Mercurio? We should camp here for the night and take a chance to enjoy the scenery!”

“For once I believe we are in agreement,” Mercurio replied back, massaging his arm that had been damaged during the escape from the giant titmouse. It had begun aching along the way to the lake, and although there is currently no gushing of vital fluids, the gash that ran along its length was certainly deep enough to leave a lasting mark. 

Balthazar, meanwhile, had shifted his gaze towards the island in the center of the body of water. “I’m curious, what could possibly be on that island over there? Perhaps we should see about finding a way to cross so that we can explore it?” Balthazar pointed outward to the lone landmass, eager with the prospect of further exploration.

“And there we diverge in opinion once again…” Mercurio sighed. “You know neither of us are able to swim, correct? Our bodies would sink almost immediately, and our insides would rust apart.”

“Yes, I am fully aware of our lack of aquatic experience. Doesn’t mean that we can’t try! All we need is a means of floatation. I’ll see if I can find anything that we can make a boat out of.” The hearty bot immediately dashed the opposite direction full of vim and vigor. Mercurio, meanwhile, took a more analytical approach, looking over the surrounding area for anything to help make a proper campsite. 

Instead of materials like twigs or dried leaves, however, his search found a single plaque, copper in make, and covered in dust and signs of age. There didn’t seem to be any signs of who left it there originally, but the observant bot noticed an inscription on the front-facing side, written in an ancient language. Running through his databanks, the scholar ran through several possible matches, before coming to the closest solution that was available, and went to work translating the text. 

After a minute of examination, Mercurio looked back towards Balthazar, who had used his immense strength to push down a large, phallic-shaped oak tree, and had already begun trying to carve into it using his trusty hand axe. “Balthazar, I believe I may have found something interesting,” he called out to his companion.

“Oh? Well by all means, do tell!” Balthazar hastened over in front of the tiny monument, pushing his face next to Mercurio’s as he stared at the writing with a look of confusion. “What’s all this?”

The pair’s cheeks rubbed up against each other, the sound of metal sliding against metal resounding a fair distance outward. “From what I am able to discern, it reads, ‘To reach the center of my heart, thou must prove thine own.’ It sounds like a riddle of sorts.”

“If you’re not able to piece this together, being the studious construct that you are, then it truly is quite a predicament,” Balthazar commented, leaning in closer to inspect the text, unknowingly driving his knee into the scarred arm of Mercurio, causing the latter to wince heavily in pain. Upon hearing a yelp, Balthazar immediately turned to him. “Are you all right??”

“I’m fine, really,” Mercurio replied in anguish, rubbing his damaged arm once more and sitting back. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

“That would be applicable if we were actually made of flesh! Now, let me see that,” Balthazar moved in to look at the injury his friend had suffered. Lifting Mercurio’s thin arm in his much larger hand, he took note of the heavy cuts that ran across the length of it, growing more concerned the more he examined it. The wound itself was deep enough that the inner circuitry was visible, though the actual framework seemed to be intact. “Mercurio, why have you not brought this to my attention sooner? There could have been permanent damage here!”

“It really is noth- AHH!” Mercurio attempted to brush off the concerns of his comrade, who had already begun administering first aid. The hulking bot showed some unexpected tenderness and care, lightly holding the limb whilst reaching for his backpack, retrieving from it a small soldering iron, plugging the device into an outlet on the back of his neck and proceeding to close up the opening. Balthazar’s combat experience had taught him well how to mend wounds on the battlefield, a skillset which he had hoped not to utilize on the pair’s current travels.

“A wound like this may seem trivial, but it can get worse if not treated properly. Also, if you get material in it like dirt or foliage, then it can clog up your systems, and before you know it, you have one less functioning limb.” Balthazar made short work of his endeavor, unplugging the tool and returning it to its proper place. He then retrieved a sort of healing salve from the same bag, lightly spreading it across the suture point, melding the metal together, and after a few seconds, it was as if the wound had never existed.

Mercurio merely sat in place throughout the process, surprised at how thorough his compatriot was, not even being aware that Balthazar was capable of such things. After the operation, he hid his emotions, and the red tinge that had appeared in his porcelain cheeks, by donning a look of indifference. “I… I suppose I should thank you…” Before he could get any more of his sentence out, Balthazar had already grasped Mercurio’s hand with both of his own, and was now staring directly into his eyes.

“Why did you not say anything to me about this?? I am quite content if my actions lead me to bringing harm to my own body, but I cannot abide harm befalling those close to me because of my own poor judgment! It is in my programming to take such blows for you!”

Mercurio felt a strange warming sensation in his face upon hearing Balthazar’s words. Perhaps it was his cooling system malfunctioning, but he could not place a time when he felt this way towards another bot. “You don’t need to phrase it like that! I… I didn’t tell you because I knew you would act like this. You’re always so headstrong and positive, it wouldn’t do to have something happen to change that behavior. Besides, it was my own fault that I got damaged in such a way.”

“Nonsense! It was my decision to explore that tunnel, and I alone should bear the responsibility for what occurred in there.” Balthazar’s behavior was most unusual. The normally kind and gentle bot was now wearing an expression of deep concern and regret. “Please be careful going forward, and don’t be afraid to say something if any further harm should ever happen to you, Mercurio.”

Mercurio grew further flustered, a strange feeling growing in his mechanical chest. He wasn’t familiar with this emotion he was experiencing, especially towards one such as Balthazar. 

“Truth be told,” Balthazar continued, still grasping Mercurio’s lithe hand. “I was surprised when you decided to join me on this quest to find the Gay Penis. You always said it was merely mythology, but here you are, right by my side. We’ve done a lot on this journey, but we’ve always stuck with each other through thick and thin. And I could not have asked for a better traveling partner.” He ended his monologue with a sincere and warming smile, his face gaining a similar shade of crimson that stood out against his dark-skinned frame.

Mercurio shyly turned away from Balthazar, searching for the right words to say in this unexpected situation. “It is… it is because I’ve always admired your determination to see the good in any possible scenario. Other bots speak of your immense physical strength, but to me, it’s always been your personality. No matter how dire or impossible something may seem, you always manage to find a way to spin it into something positive. It’s quite infectious, really, but in a good way. And you seemed so certain in the Gay Penis’ existence, I thought, maybe there is some truth to the old tales?”

“Regardless,” Mercurio continued as he pulled his repaired arm back, “our current task is to either find a way to cross the lake as you so dearly intend to do, or we setup camp on the banks here and plan our next course of ac-“

Before he could finish his sentence, he had found Balthazar’s metal lips against his own, pushing him down to the soft grass. Mercurio’s eyes were wide with surprise, but he had no desire to resist. After what seemed like an eternity, Balthazar pulled away at last, a large grin encompassing most of his features. Upon seeing Mercurio’s shocked glare, his demeanor quickly turned to embarrassment. 

“Uh, sorry, I seem to have gotten caught up in the moment. You know me, always acting before thinking, ha ha ha…” 

Mercurio’s expression softened, turning into a soft smile, before replying back, “No, it’s quite all right. Your brashness actually served a meaningful purpose this time.” He then lifted his head up to meet Balthazar’s, and their lips connected once more. The soft kiss turned into a loving embrace, and the two soon found themselves pressed against each other, their mechanical hands exploring each other’s frames as the sun continued to dip further behind the hillside.

Balthazar pulled away from Mercurio slightly, staring directly in his eyes. “I want to hear it from you personally: Will you allow me to take care of you?”

Mercurio smiled, and gave a strong nod in response. “Of course you may, you beautiful bot.”

Responding to the confirmation in kind, Balthazar proceeded to bring his lips onto Mercurio’s chassis, traveling down the length of his body until he reached his lower body. Reaching between his legs, Balthazar quickly located a special button on the underside that, when pressed, allowed a lengthy rod to protrude from Mercurio’s lower region. The larger bot gently grasped the smooth, metal shaft, slowly stroking it in a back and forth motion. The sensors inside that same piece began to send signals of pleasure throughout Mercurio’s body, causing him to breathe heavily.

“You don’t have to be gentle…” was all Mercurio could get out between heavy breathes.

Balthazar took that as a clear signal to proceed. He moved his head downward, slowly taking Mercurio’s rod into his mouth. It was surprisingly larger than he was expecting, but the warrior bot was determined to get every bit of it. Once he became accustomed to its size, he began to bob his head upwards and downwards, slowly at first, then subtly increasing his tempo.

Mercurio, meanwhile, fought every demand of his body to fidget and squirm, such was how intense the feeling of Balthazar’s mouth around him was. This process went on for a minute before the pale bot finally placed a hand on his partner’s face, in a way asking him to cease.

“I think I’ve had all I can take. I believe it’s my turn to make you feel good.” The smaller bot sat up, guiding his larger half onto his own back, giving him a soft kiss before moving downward and pressing the same button that was discovered on himself earlier. Much like before a large rod, darker in color this time, arose from the lower region. Grasping the piece with one hand, he used his own to seek out the exhaust port that was also located on Balthazar’s underside. Upon finding it, he carefully slid himself inside, and the two were connected.

Mercurio’s motors in his hips went to work, thrusting inside of Balthazar at a steady rate, with the larger bot grasping at the grass and moaning in ecstasy from the sensors inside of him being triggered repeatedly. The porcelain pole that slid in and out of his ebony port was quickly becoming too much for him to take.

A few more minutes of intense thrusting passed, both bots exuding steam from their various valves, as their cooling systems worked overtime. Reaching his limit, Mercurio gave one last strong thrust, shooting a strong fluid out from his shaft and inside of Balthazar, as the pair cried out in the open air.

The pair collapsed into each other, exhausted from the ordeal they just underwent, Balthazar holding Mercurio in his arms with a smile on his face. “I suppose this makes us lovers, not just travel companions, would that be accurate to say?”

Mercurio held a similar smile, looking up to the bot that was holding him close. “I believe so, if that is what you wish.” The two then embraced each other once more, the sun reaching below the hills and vanishing from sight.

All of a sudden, a light began to form from the lake, small at first, but growing in size and intensity. The two sat up to gaze upon the mysterious light that had appeared. It started as a circle, but it would then straighten, as it reached its invisible barriers, and straighten out into something resembling a platform. After a few more moments of tense anticipation, the two sides of the light made contact with the shore on one end, while the other connected to the island in the middle of the lake. 

“It… it looks like a bridge…” Mercurio spoke first after the process concluded.

“But how…?” Balthazar sat there, amazed and bewildered by what had just transpired.

“I want to say that, perhaps maybe us being honest about our feelings for each other was the key to the puzzle. We had to show our hearts to each other, in a sense.”

Balthazar looked down to his newfound lover with a smile on his face, extending a hand out. “Well, shall we see where this path leads to?”

“I suppose it would be foolish to pass this opportunity up,” Mercurio replied, taking Balthazar’s offer. The two stood up, and began to cross the light bridge, hand in hand. 

Upon reaching the center island, the tree itself was in reality much larger than it seemed from afar, with a curve to it as a result of the weight of its branches and the effects of the weather. Another strong glow radiated from the tree, as an entity materialized, feminine in form and covered in light and aetherial dust.

“You two proud souls have succeeded in solving the riddle of my lake,” the entity spoke to them. “As a reward for finding your love for each other, I shall grant you one wish. Speak now.”

Mercurio and Balthazar looked at each other, then looked back to the entity addressing them. “We seek The Gay Penis of legend,” Mercurio spoke first. “Where would we be able to find this lost relic?”

The being seemed to have found the question humorous in a way, as its shoulder shook in a way that was similar to a child’s laughter. “I see, you seek the artifact of old? Very well.” A swirl of magical dust began to blow around her, carried by a wind conjured out of nothing. The energy began to coalesce into a single spot, and before long, a phallic object made out of a rubbery substance was created. It was large in size, but had naught a single imperfection across its form. Truly, it a penis legends were made of.

 

“This can grant you any desire you wish, any favor you may require, any goal you would like accomplished. You need but just speak it, and it shall be done.”

 

The two Gay Penis Loving Bots were filled with excitement at having finally completed their quest. But then that excitement turned to more somber feelings. Their eyes met once more, and as if they were able to read each other’s minds, both nodded, turning back to the entity that held the legendary penis.

 

“We would like to go home,” Mercurio stated with all the confidence in the world.

 

“We feel we already have everything we could ever want with each other. Neither of us would want anything else in this world, nor any other” Balthazar echoed the sentiment.

 

The entity of the lake nodded in understanding. “Very well. By the power of The Gay Penis, I shall send you back to your home world. May your days be long and full of love.”

 

And with those words, the Gay Penis glowed with a bright light that illuminated the area, fighting off the oncoming night. Aetherial dust surrounded the bots, and as they continued to hold each other’s hands, they vanished from sight. The light bridge slowly vanished, and the deity went back into the tree, to await the next travelers that would solve the riddle, however long it would take. For love is one power that can truly conquer all, including time.