Title: Jealousy In Digital

Rating: M

Warnings/Pairings: Chell/Wheatley, One-sided GLaDOS/Chell, There are a lot of references to sexual practice. It was very specific to the prompt. Spoilers for Portal 2.

Summary/AN: This was done as an off-shoot fill for the kinkmeme. The fic in question was "The Punishment" by conquerorwurm – an companion plot that they and another author came up with, which I offered to fill. The original story is excellent and it should be read both because it's excellent… but also since this really is obviously her idea than anything I intend on doing with Tick Tock. However, this can also hold its own if one was to read it first. Since I was already using a similar premise for Tick-Tock, I wanted to get some practice in writing GLaDOS.

Subsequently this story is written primarily from GLaDOS' point of view, where she attempts to repopulate the test center using Wheatley and Chell – ultimately cumulating in the most clinical mechanical description of them fucking. I need to find a better way to put this in the summary that's going on the main page.

Part 1 – The Plan

You know, maybe I'll take up a hobby. Like reanimating the dead.

It had sounded at the time like more of the AI's needling but in reality, GLaDOS was fairly concerned with the issue of what would happen when Chell died or more inevitably was killed. She would need something to test with and thanks to the incompetence of that blighted core who couldn't even get simple cryogenics right, she was rapidly running out of backup options. There were the robots, but robots, even ones possessing the necessary intelligence to complete tests did not provide the oh-so-amusing reactions of humans or personality cores.

There needed to be a mating human pair somewhere to replenish the stock and there needed to be a punishment. Perhaps she could combine the two. The moron core had been fixated on brain damage and just how huge he was. GLaDOS had come across male test subjects before and they seemed to be quite interested in things like talking to cubes and finding hidey holes to rub at their penises before they could finish a good test.

Irritating, disgusting habit.

Plucking Wheatley from space was not difficult, he was orbiting the moon and it was a simple matter of calculating the lunar gravitational cycle, ripping open a portal and yanking him in. She left the defective Space core up there. If her experiments proved a success, well she could come back for it, though it was probably too damaged.

First of course, it was quite necessary to explain the punishment in question for maximum enjoyment. Hers, naturally. So there they were. She didn't even mind his babbling. Apparently not even the dimmest of AI's could fail to understand the terrors She could dream up.

"…and then it occurred to me. There is only one other thing on the planet that is that moronic and only concerned with their euphoria and their size. I decided that to make you into one would be a suitable punishment for –" her voice dropped to a dangerously ominous octave. "-the potato."

"You're going to put me into a great big chassis like yours?" Wheatley ceased his terrified babbling to ask. "Because I thought you were going to puni—" he cut himself off. "Oh no. What a terrible punishment! Please don't, I really don't want to go back into a big machine that would give me a defense against you, I'm quite happy where I am." He actually tried looking at her slyly to see if his lie had worked.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm putting you in the body of a human. A male human."

That had been that. Watching the ensuing disaster was almost as wonderful as testing. He did exactly what She expected, practically immediately feeling the need to play with himself before he so much knew how to properly walk. He was at least aware he needed to eat and had even figured out that entire lumps wouldn't go down his throat in a single go. That had been surprising as She had been expecting to lose a few early attempts to natural stupidity. The business with the toilet she really could have done without. However as (mostly) entertaining as it was, she had no way of knowing how long the procedure would last or how long any suitable bodies might be fresh.

A few of those defective cores might still be reasonable choices. She'd have to start sifting through them once she'd finished cleaning up the facility. Again.

Her delight was initially unfounded when she realized Chell had not yet left. Maybe she could get to rearrange some of the offspring's genetics just so she wouldn't end up with incompetent, fat, murderers. As part of the cleanup process, a few walls mysteriously moved, a few areas shifted. They trapped their prey in perfect working order of course; this was her facility and she knew how to reorganize without just crushing things together.

She was even more delighted that Chell seemed to react to Wheatley positively after a few misfires. At least she wouldn't have to clean up bodily fluids anymore, humans were so useless when they weren't being test subjects.

Chell also seemed to (and She was not jealous, not at all) forgive him for his actions, to not want him dead. She hadn't forgiven HER that way, and given the option she'd simply left. GLaDOS knew She was bigger than that of course, obviously She was the victim. She would just have to let the matter slide. For Science.