Boredom

By TeraDyne Ezeri

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Gallows leaned back in bed, looking over at a clock on her wall. Oh-four-thirty-two... Dead of the night. What a way to start a short holiday.
Feeling quite horny, and with nothing else better to do, the gryphon got to her feet and wandered into Breakwater Omega’s massive closet. A multi-floor room fitted with the massive collection of clothing, costumes, Trans-Suits, and other equipment that she’d amassed over her years. Everything from simple outfits, to mascot costumes, to pieces that could turn someone into their favorite fictional characters, and then some.
As she passed by the many racks on the first floor, she had to stop and look at one in particular. One that made her smile as she took it off its hanger. That one would do quite nicely.
The felavian swiftly opened the zipper along the spine and slipped her paws into the thick padded legs, all the way down to the ground. Her groin shifted, slipping her cock into the sheath that was there, while her slit simply disappeared for the time, not needed in this particular situation. Then came the arms, her talons sliding quite snuggly into them, disappearing into their depths.
As she slipped her head inside the one-piece outfit and closed the zipper, all of the effects of the trans-suit turned on. Her arms detached from her torso, floating by her sides without their upper sections, while her feet went stiff, disappearing behind the ankle-less spikes of her new lower limbs. Her wings also detached, becoming almost like holograms floating behind her, while a pair of anti-gravity systems took their place on her back.
Her talons became wider, somewhat flatter, while her chest gained a distinctive breastplate with smooth mounds, along with a large crystal just beneath them, glowing a soft red. Covered in metal armor plating, the mechanized catbird quickly found the transformation finishing on her head, her face disappearing behind a massive visor dropping over it, leaving only the steel beak, her metal ear spikes, and a smooth black crystal screen in front of the six cameras that gave her sight.

ShirOS v 2.4.21 UP1 active
Initializing I/O drivers...
Loading storage devices...
/dev/pc1 mounted
/dev/ec1 mounted
/dev/mc1 mounted

Her vision returned, allowing her to see as more text scrolled along the screen. It was only taking picoseconds for everything to move along, but as a mechanical being, it felt like an eternity.

Camera systems initialized
Calibrating sensory pallets...
Loading movement systems...

She started to move her arms around her body, as well as the small satellites that displayed her wings. Her legs started to react to her commands as well, allowing her to walk back to her bedroom while other systems were checked. Then the sound of the whirring fans in her chest picked up, where her cores and battery were being cooled.

Calibrating weapons systems...
Calibrating autonomous defense systems...
Rotating shield frequencies...
Adjusting IRQ subsystems...
Attaching to OmNILink Network...

There it was. The sensation of being connected to the network in the base, as if her mind had expanded exponentially in size and power. Knowledge and data from the vast databases kept deep underground. The Omega Library, as it was called.

Boot complete. Welcome back, GLWS-623855.

The mechagryphon flopped back onto her bed with a metallic clunk as the system checks finished, looking around in her HUD. With a mental grin, she shifted through some files on one of the Hideaway’s internal servers in the graphical interface. Text documents, pictures, videos, all flashing through her mind, rather than any sort of screen.
She soon found what she was looking for, though. A folder labeled XPRMSE.
She scrolled through its contents. Files with nonsense names, at least to one who hasn’t named them. They were encoded, specifically so only Gallows would know what they contained.

ZHJhZ29uX3JhcGVfdmljdGltX2Zwdl9ib25kYWdlX21lY2hhbm9pZF9TUjMxMQ==.xpr

That was the one. She loaded the file into her memory, and let herself relax as the program launched.

Her vision began to pixelate before exploding away from her in a flurry of hexagons, transitioning into a different location altogether. Instead of her bedroom, she was in some dark abandoned factory on an unknown world, the sight of stars high above her though a hole in the roof. Her arms and body moved of their own accord, mimicking that of the situation she was seeing, becoming immobile as they were secured to a table with thick bolts in the scene.
Then, her raw perception and thoughts began to shift as well. A sense of fear as all awareness of where she was, and why she was there, left her mind entirely, suppressed by the progam.
Lost.
Alone.
But not alone for long.
Two glowing red eyes appeared in the direction of her legs, followed by the sight of what looked to be a draconic mechanoid. The old model was practically living scrap, most of its chassis down to bare components and structure. Its face, torn up with visible rust and jagged edges, would strike terror in any organic being. And she could quite clearly see the cruel smile on his face as he approached the table.
The gryphbot mentally yelped as her captor reached down and ripped her legs from her torso, tossing them to the side like useless metal door stops. In reality, her legs went completely numb, falling into a state of sleep, but she didn’t know that. All she knew was what she perceived.
That was when the old dragon mecha gripped what remained of her hips and began thrusting a rather large metal cock deep into her  aft vent. The rubber-lined hole stretched out around what penetrated it, causing the bird’s pleasure sensors to trigger, making her moan involuntarily. He was practically her property, whether she wanted it or not.
And to make sure she knew that, he reached up to her shoulders and gripped the outer edges, before squeezing with everything he had. Slowly, the steel casing gave way, crushing underneath his hold, until the wireless transceivers beneath them crunched loudly, turning to dust and debris. Her arms disappeared from her sensations, leaving her completely helpless underneath him.
Then, his hip pumping became harder. Faster. More violent with every passing second. She could hear his vocalizer growling, crackling with static as it barely continued functioning. The jagged fangs in his narrow snout, constantly visible, lowered down to her shoulder.
CRUNCH!
The outer plating of her body armor bent and buckled in his bite as he painlessly tore pieces of her exolayer away, launching them with his neck to send them into one of the many scrap piles around the room.
A little off her chest and back made the gryphon cry out in ecstasy as he exposed her circuitry. Her cores...
His evil smile widening, the lizard connected a serial plug into one of the opened ports. Her vision began to glitch, the red HUD turning purple as he worked her body and programming like clay.
Without warning, she began to cry out for him with every thrust of his cock into her body. Calling him Owner... Master... Daddy...  Begging him to use her as he wished. Begging him to claim her as his own. Her voice becoming distorted as the words faded into feral growls and chirps, sounding more like the damaged speakers her attacker bore.
Her mind, too, began to muddy as he claimed her inside-and-out. Thoughts fading into simplicity, and intelligence turning into primal instincts. Nothing more than a mechanized animal. Nothing more than a tamed hunk of metal.
The dragon let out a low but loud roar as his shaft flooded the inner vat of her hind quarters with synthetic cum, while she herself arched her back with a meek squawk of pleasure, her own rod giving out a geyser of synth seed that splashed against her abdomen plates. Neither had much in them, but it was the rush of bliss that mattered.
As the gryphon looked up at her captor, the scene faded to black, and the hexagons transitioned her back into her room. It took a bit for her mind to catch up, reverting back from its corrupted and damaged state in the simulation, but once she was able to think clearly again, she looked around the space to make sure she wasn’t still in the file.
Her arms and legs were still there. Still whole. There was a mess of spunk lube on the sheets beneath her, and coating her chest and belly, but no actual damage.
With a mental sigh of relief, the birdbot sat up to decompress. Even the intense fear she’d felt was a rush of excitement for her, given how difficult it was for her to experience such things outside of those scenarios. A result of her phoenix blood, and all of the things she’d gone through in her long existence.
Her hand reached back and grabbed her charging plug, slotting it into the port on the back of her neck. Apparently, she’d been running herself a bit too hard with that one, given her batteries were down to a quarter of what they’d started out. But as she brought up the day’s news in her HUD, she was just glad the boredom was gone.