Ruined and Reborn By: Monica Vix A harsh fluorescent bulb lit up the room, temporarily blinding its only occupant. A brown and white rabbit groaned and strained against her heavy collar and muzzle gag, trying to bury her face in her shoulder. Monica was completely bound to her bed with heavy duty bondage straps, keeping the bunny from moving an inch! Groaning against the violent light of the subtly flickering bulb, her vision slowly focused on the unusual form of a figure looming in the door way, her eyes squinting in spite and from the brightness of the light. Whoever was watching was wreathed in shadows of the doorway leading away from Monica's surprisingly well maintained prison room, a faint yellowish glow being barely visible from the darkness. The sound of rapid tapping filled the air as the figure approached, obviously mechanical in nature. Servos and pistons shifted and moved, propelling the robot deeper into the cell with the rabbit. Eight yellow glowing eyes grew brighter in the shift of the light, all gazing down at Monica with a somewhat spider like face. The white metal shell of the machine curved and conformed to what looked like a drider's body, having a fully made torso resting atop of the abdomen and exoskeleton structure of a spider. Their face looked humanoid, fully articulated with the only differences being the plethora of glowing yellow eyes that peered down at the rabbit, and the lack of any mouth. "Apologies, did I startle you?" The blank mouth began to talk through hidden speakers, her entire head moving as if she was truly speaking. "I'm sorry. I never like to leave my canvases in a state of distress before the fun begins." She smiled down at Monica, a hand reaching over to brush brown hair out of her eyes. "And apologies again about your current... sleeping arrangements. I have much to apologize for, don't I?" She laughed a canned laughter, feeling like it was a voice from a 60s laugh track. Monica could do nothing but stare up at the drider robot that loomed over her like a funnel cloud, scanning her metal panels and structure. The face definitely had a spider like appearance to match the rest of the body with the blank mouth harboring the biggest difference; in place of mandibles, there was a muzzle similar to a rabbit's with an obvious seam between the plates and the rest of her face. Green eyes continued to explore the curious expression of the drider bot before her, trying to find anything to hint that this was a dream. The way that the panels subtly twitched and moved, the sound of mechanisms unseen firing and turning, and even the ever so slight wear and tear on the edges of panels was too much detail for her sleeping brain to create. Even the wall beyond her captor, as blank and white as it was, had a discernible amount of weathering and age clinging to its plaster texture. This wasn't a dream, as much as Monica wished it was. "And the muzzle, well... hm." The drider clacked around, moving to the other side of Monica's bed to get a different angle look at the rabbit she held captive, all eight eyes focusing like cameras on her bare naked form. "I suppose it's okay to take it off. As long as you behave, that is. Will you behave, Monica?" She tilted her head, eyes shifting ever so slightly to imply that she was smiling. The fact that the prisoner to the drider could tell that she was trying to smile without a mouth was more unsettling than an actual smiling, mechanical maw. Only able to nod along and play along as best as she could, Monica was trying to vie for any opportunity to escape. Even then, she could only watch as her captor's meticulously articulated hands reached around her neck, starting to undo the heavy muzzle that kept her maw from making a single sound. As the metal was pulled away, the bunny sighed as she was finally able to close her jaw. "Th-thank you... who... who are you?" Monica asked outright, her eyes struggling to choose two of the eight eyes of her captor to focus on. "Oh? You're asking my name first instead of begging for freedom? Peculiar, aren't you?" The drider said with a soft laugh buzzing over her speakers, head and shoulders bounding as if she was truly laughing. "Usually my canvases and patients tend to scream and ask what I'm going to do to them or beg for freedom." She spoke in such a motherly tone, as if it was just a normal occurrence for her. "If you must have a name for me, whether it's to call for attention or curse me to hell, I'm Adiane. A simplification of my model designation." Adiane unlatched the bed from the wall, making it droop down a little as if it was a stretcher. "Shall I reveal my hand and tell you what's next? Or rather wait and find out? Some like the fear of a surprise and others the horrors of knowing. Since you're so... relaxed, I'll give you the option." Her voice was soothing in a disconcerting way. Gasping softly at the slight drop in elevation, still being firmly bolted down to her bed, Monica could only look up towards the robotic drider starting to push her out of the room? "What are you? Why did you kidnap me? What are you going to do to me? Sell me? Ransom me? Kill me?" The rabbit sounded half asleep and dehydrated as her raspy voice begged for answers to too many things at once. "C-can I have something to drink, if you're keeping me around?" Monica's voice raised in pitch as she got desperate. "One question at a time, dear." Adiane scolded slightly as she pushed the rabbit out of her cell and into the dark hallway, lights flickering on and off again as the pair moved through what looked like a sketchy hospital that has barely been touched by anyone. "My original designation was a surgical aid, but my current designation is as an artist of flesh and neurons. You were chosen on a variety of factors I cannot disclose." The drider continued on, speaking down to Monica as if she was a child. She continued to escort her living canvas of a bound bunny through a set of double doors that opened at the foot of her stretcher bed. "You will be modified from head to toe to better suit the desires of my client, your soon to be owner. And no, you shouldn't have any water or food or any other consumables until otherwise permitted; it could disrupt the surgery, even if you will be awake for it." Adiane had a firm tone to her artificial voice as she set the stretcher in the middle of a room, a bright ring light surrounding the center of the surgical bay. Eyes widening and heart rate accelerating, Monica was shocked awake as she was told she was going to be undergoing massive, invasive surgery! It made her strain against her bindings, wrists digging into the metal as she tried to free herself. "No, no, no! I'm not doing it! Kill me instead, anything but this!" The melodramatic rabbit screamed as if she was in the process of being kidnapped rather than well after. "I can't do this! I can't do this!" Her raspy, dehydrated through screeched as she complained. The indifferent gaze from Adiane looked down towards the rabbit, multiple brows furrowing as the drider stared at her canvas of a patient. From one of her spider like legs, a syringe was produced with a soft pale blue liquid, rapidly inserting it into Monica's arm with a cold expression. As the liquid drug was injected into her veins, the rabbit squealed like a pig and whined, the overwhelming sensation of a needle shattering her mind from any cohesive thought for a moment as the drug worked its magic. A weak groan escaped her lips as the needle was retracted and stored in a different, hollow spider leg for a thorough cleaning later on. Adiane watched as her victim's movements started to calm down and her face grew a soft, almost excited look about her situation she's found herself in. "Is that better, miss?" Adiane said in a gentle tone. Already expecting a positive answer, the drider turned away and started to prepare larger tools for her upcoming procedure. Nodding with a soft huff, Monica responded to the robot no longer looking at her. "That... that hurt." She said in a slurred voice, getting disorientated from the injected drug. "What... what was that? Makes me feel kinda... funny." The bunny chuckled as she weakly tugged against her bindings. "Pain killer, mild neural sedative, and a hint of aphrodisiacs. Special concoction I've engineered myself, with barely any side effects that you should worry about. Your memories will be altered drastically anyways." Adiane spoke in a cheery voice. "We're going to begin. Feel free to talk as much as you want, until you eventually pass out again." The drider turned back to face the rabbit and started to unbind the restrained woman from her stretcher bed, aiding the delirious rabbit to her feet in the middle of the room. "It shouldn't hurt a bit. But, if it does, let me know and I'll give you another dose." Adiane was very compassionate and considerate, given that the machine would be torturing a kidnapped girl. Monica huffed as she was pulled up, her entire body feeling like it was moving through thick molasses. She barely noticed the bed being wheeled away by the drider's rear legs as she was bound to an overhead rack, her arms being stretched far to either side in a straining vice. The way Adiane tapped and moved around the bound bunny, adjusting her new restraints that allowed her to stand, was filling Monica's mind with a drugged curiosity about her captor more than any fear of what was about to happen. Green eyes stared at the white metal body of the robot, watching as she picked up an odd looking tool and plugged it into her neck, sliding the cord up past ivory plates on her head and into a slot hidden from view. The tool buzzed and like a mosquito as she gave it a test firing. Eight yellow eyes gazed back to the rabbit as Adiane shown off her large tattoo gun, an oversized set of needles in the front that would fill the palm of any adult. The processors in the drider bot's brain continued to fire as she met the gaze of her captive. Curiously tilting her head, Adiane pressed the needle covered head of the device to the white fur of the rabbit's tummy. Her systems went into overdrive as she began to control each individual needle. Every single process for controlling her legs shutting off to derive more energy to the precise, focused firing of every little push and pull. Needles prodded into the pores of fur follicle and dug into flesh, dragging out the base of the white fur and replacing it with a new strand of fur that was planted like a crop in the supple flesh. A careful, meticulous tug of the tool upward started to replace more and more of the white fur and adjoining brown fluff of the rabbit, slowly and carefully replacing it with a muted grey hue. The fur pattern of a snow leopard was slowly implanted into Monica's skin, the rabbit barely able to look away as she felt her body be perforated by the armada of needles. In her drugged state, it was more like a tickling than an assault of her very body. "That feels kinda funny." Monica giggled as the fur replacing gun was moved over her breasts. "I guess this would be painful if you didn't drug me first? Like... how bad is it?" The rabbit only tilted her head as she watched the needles embed into her fluff against her collarbone and over her neck, barely able to feel anything. Adiane took a moment to respond, pausing before turning the tool and beginning to cover more of the rabbit's body. "It would make you cry if on your skin for more than a second." She said bluntly, covering and converting more of the brown and white fur into a snow leopard pattern. "If on your face - which you will experience soon at a lesser degree - it would be comparable to napalm." It was such a barbaric level of pain and suffering for a simple change of fur, but it was so easy and quick to do for the artistically violent machine! Huffing, struggling to breathe as she had every inch converted from brown and white to a soft grey with dark rings over her body, Monica felt tingly all over. Her very essence was being overwritten with the tool marking her body, stabbing into her a million times a minute and changing her body from head to toe, to ears to nose, and every single piece of fur between! Even her hair was converted, the dark brown locks being pulled up by the roots and being replaced with black hair, ready to be styled at Adiane's earliest convenience. Monica could only watch as the tool was set aside on the bed she slept in, the cord being pulled from Adiane's head as she started to get ready for the next step in the process of reshaping the rabbit. Her agile, spidery hands grasped a set of scissors and held them up as if they were made of precious gemstones; sharp blades glinted in the light of the brutal operating room with a diamond encrusted edge, like a pair of scalpels warped into a larger blade. "O-oh, that looks sharp." Monica spoke her astute observation. "What are you going to cut?" She tilted her head, her long floppy ears draping down her back like a cloak. Adiane didn't respond. She only stepped forward with her eight legs clacking against the tile to stand behind the rabbit. With a powerful first step, the blades easily pierced the altered ears of the rabbit, cutting into the snow leopard pattern of fur and slicing the oversized ears down into a more manageable size. Cutting, trimming, carving up the head of the helpless bound bunny, Adiane could only follow her twisted medical artistic vision in shaping the long ears of her prisoner into a more feline shape. Long, floppy bunny ears were contorted and shaped into feline ears; perfectly erect and triangular, fitting nicely with the new fur pattern "O-ow, that... that kinda stings a little." Monica complained. "What are you doing back there? Giving me a haircut? I don't... think I need one, do I?" The bunny could barely see what was happening as her ears were pushed into place on her head, standing up without any aid while bleeding all in her new black hair. "That's... that's my blood? It's getting in my eyes!" Monica whined, closing her green eyes from the pain. The drider was quick to respond, wiping blood away with her metal hand. Her caress was gentle and caring as she cleared the eyes of her victim. "We'll fix your eyes soon, dear." She spoke as if not caring about the pain. Her mouthless face was pushed to kiss the blood stained forehead of the rabbit. "Just let me fix your ears and tail first, then I'll take your eyes out and give you new ones." Adiane said as if it was a generous, sweet thing to do, almost like it was giving candy to a patient. Hands quickly scavenged the edge of the cut away ear from the ground, carving it up more and applying it to the bleeding stump of an ear on Monica's head. Stitched and sutured together in an efficient, tight bond, the ear was made whole. A little bit of heat treatment and burning the flesh together, hidden under folds of fur and flesh, would aid in the process of making the seam practically invisible. Agile hands took more of the remnants and scraps from the ruined ears and started to contort them, shaping them bit by bit in her hands. Stitching and sewing and weaving skin, blood, and muscle into a new limb shape! A long, fluffy snow leopard tail was slowly formed on the bloodied stretcher bed. Turning back to Monica, Adiane fastened the tail over the little leaf shaped tail of the rabbit, stitching and cauterizing the longer appendage over the comparatively tiny stump of a tail. Adiane turned her attention to the eyes of the rabbit as the tail drooped down to the ground, useless as it was being healed and connected to the supple skin beneath. The rabbit's eyelids were shut tight, showing off the new grey fur that covered the sensitive, thin skin. Her hand slipped against Monica's face, feeling the drugged bun quivering. Yellow eyes flickered softly as she thought about how to proceed. White metal fingers dug into the flesh gently, pushing between skull and eyeball while straining the socket it was embedded in, slowly and gingerly scooping the eye out and cutting the ocular nerve connecting into the hampered brain. Monica's scream was much quieter than Adiane was expecting, more like grunt and huff from getting punched in the stomach than the anticipated ear piercing screech. "Dear, are you enjoying this?" Adiane questioned. "I can see your... aroused juices on the floor. Did I accidentally get a hold of a masochistic canvas?" She quizzed the rabbit while reaching for the second eye, repeating the surgical and cold movements against her bound target. A sweet, startling moan squeaked from Monica's lips as she felt her second eye removed, completely cutting off her view from the bloodied robot in front of her. "I-if I am, uh... is that a good thing?" She was seeking approval from her kidnapper, grey lips curled into a shaky and uneasy smile. "Maybe I lost... lost too much blood. I'm not... thinking right?" The snow leopard print rabbit tried to reason her confused feelings. "Lets test, then." The drider said in a simple voice, slipping the eyeballs from her empty sockets and into the mouth of the rabbit. "Have a treat of your own eyeballs. I'll get you new ones in the meantime." Adiane was strict in her command as she tapped her eight spidery legs away just a stretch to the stretcher bed, reaching underneath the structure in order to pull out a sizable box. There was a gross squelching noise that rose in the air, uncertain and uncomfortable groans and whimpers from the bound rabbit as she ate her own eyes. The texture of the sensitive ocular organs was slimy, making her gag from just the sensation of them in her mouth rather than the taste. Then biting. The squeezed all their gross juices into her mouth; such a disgusting and gut wrecking sensation that would make anyone lose their appetite. However, she continued to eat and swallow them, gasping as she finally choked down the gooey remains of her windows to the world. Adiane listened to pained, lustful noises from her captive's body, listening to the erratic and eager breathes as well as the gentle dripping of erotic pussy juice onto the tile floor. The drider robot turned and held Monica's chin, tilting her head up as she started to fit in the new eyes into the sockets. "Rather impressive. It'll be a few days until your new eyes properly connect." Adiane praised momentarily before getting back to the business of complete reconstruction. "If you're wondering why I took your eyes, it was to change the color to a dark violet and hamper your vision to be near sighted. Glasses won't be provided, but with hope your new owner will gift you a pair." The drider slotted in the eyes and closed the grey lids over Monica's vision. Gasping and shuddering, the rabbit could only feel the taste of her eyes on her tongue. "W-wow, new eyes? Usually you have to pay an arm and a leg for that... I just... ugh..." The joking nature of the rabbit was hampered by the pain she felt rolling through her body like a heavy storm cloud, clouding and halting her thought process in its tracks. "A-are we done? Adiane? Ms. Adiane?" "No." The drider robot spoke firmly. "We're near the end of the physical alterations that I want you awake for, but the final step is... very painful. Would you like any form of stimulant? Sex toys from dildos to vibrators, or even some kind of sexual torture?" Adiane offered in a softer voice, a slight glitching hesitation to her tone. The white metal drider pulled the stretcher back over and unbound the feline looking rabbit from her overhead binding, dragging the drugged woman down to the stretcher. Monica was too tired to fight. Her brain was like jelly and her body was already feeling weak from all of the stimulation of pain and being remade. She couldn't even get a single word out of her mouth as she laid there on the bed she woke up in, feeling the oddly comfortable mattress covered in her own blood. The sensation of her new ears hitting the pillow and her tail dangling off the edge of the bed was interesting, making her giggle softly in the drugged, dazed state she was in. She attempted to look in the general direction of her surgeon and captor, eyes not even opening as she listened for the mechanical clicks and clacks of their body. A sharp feeling ran through her body that stunted the thoughts of the rabbit again. Huffing as her stomach was opened, a slender scalpel splitting her like a piece of paper, Monica could only whine as her stomach and intestines were presented to the world as if she was a Christmas present being opened! Shuddering and groaning, the rabbit felt her stomach be pulled form her guts, the dull sensation of pain rolling through her as she was tortured in her heavily drugged state. Adiane held the organ and chopped away the connections to the rest of her vitals, setting the rabbit stomach aside and opening a cooler. A second stomach was pulled from the cooling cryogenic container, the original herbivorous tummy being dropped in there in return as Adiane started the process of turning the green eating rabbit into a meat eating carnivore. "M-my tummy hurts..." Monica whined as if she was a child, starting to strain against the surgery as she curled on herself. Grey hands reached for her stomach, barely realizing her guts were on display, and getting the perfect new fur covered in her own blood and gore. "Why... all wet? Warm... wet..." The rabbit was delirious as the drugs seeped deeper into her mind. Adiane looked blankly baffled, her rather blank face still conveying the emotion of shock as her yellow eyes had their apertures widen just a fraction. "No no, hands by your sides." The drider scolded. "We're almost done and then you get to go under for the rest of the surgery, dear. And wake up as a brand new you! Doesn't that sound nice?" She attempted to calm the rabbit with a soft artificial voice, pushing her hands away from the exposed guts. "Or would you rather go to sleep now?" The robot sutured up the exposed guts as she offered the rabbit a moment's respite from her own recreation. Monica fell quiet again as she started to nod, too tired and drained to even use her words. Taking the opportunity to work as efficiently as possible on the drugged rabbit, Adiane started to cut and carve into one of the rabbit's arms, getting a faint chuckle from her living canvas. The experimental pain killer was working wonders, given that it was a single dose and the victim was barely reacting to torturous levels of pain as her muscles were separated and flayed like a fish by precise, surgically fine fingers. Adiane started to stretch the muscles and bone, making tiny incisions and dragging the segments across. It would make her hand sit a full two inches longer down her side if the altered woman were to stand! The process was ended with a suturing and cauterizing over the wound, leaving the bones and muscles to heal and mend in their new position. Adiane would repeat the process again and again, on the other arm and pair of legs, cutting and carving and tugging and reshaping the limbs to fit a taller frame for the brand new woman she was making off the simple framework of a rabbit. As the final limb was completed, the artist of flesh would hook up an IV drop to the rabbit's veins, making sure that she would stay nice and sleepy for the final alterations to be made as well as the exhaustively long healing process. The quiet, babbling whining from Monica's mouth left a distasteful taste in the drider bot's motherboard, not liking her artistic passion project being so uppity and upset at a little needle after being cut open. Adiane's multitude of yellow LED eyes focused on the head of the rabbit, scanning over the forehead and down the muzzle. So many changes to make to memories, as well as the restructuring of the jaw and muzzle. Adiane pulled a hefty tool, comparable to a stunner used to put down cattle, and plugged it in. The device plugged into her head, into the segments between white metal arm plates, and into her neck; more connections for finer control was necessary for such an invasive operation on the brain. "Good night, sweetie. I'll make sure you have good dreams." Adiane cooed in a stilted, robotic tone through her speaker. The stunner like attachment was pressed to the temple of the rabbit, a hard jolt of electricity filling Monica's head! Coursing, stunning, overwhelming power of the tool made her brand new eyes open and entire body jolt in pain, surging through her nervous system like a flash flood through the city. Her mouth twitched and spasmed, tongue being bitten as her entire body thrashed in its very injured and weakened state; it was the last moment of consciousness Monica would ever have. Thrashing and struggling lasted for barely a second as the once lapine shaped woman fell limp on the bed she woke on merely an hour ago, falling into an electricity induced state of sleep. Adiane's gaze fixated to the open mouth of her canvas, using her free hand to close the lapine lips against the otherwise feline looking face. Her stunning tool folded open and revealed seemingly thousands of tiny prodding nodes, starting to slowly push into the grey furred skin of Monica's temple. A few large prods poked through and drilled into the cranial sutures, using the slightly weaker area of hard bone as an entry point to burrow in the other thousand prods and tools to rewrite the woman beneath her. Almost all of Adiane's systems turned off, her yellow eyes dimming as all of her focus was on creating the perfect new personality within the slowly emptied shell of a rabbit's brain. Neurons were fried and rewired again and again, each of the thousands of little nodes and prods digging into parts of Monica's brain to slowly erase the very concept of the rabbit from her own brain. A new personality was rapidly taking hold as she was recreated from the outside in. Minutes turned into hours as Adiane couldn't pull herself away, wanting to create more and more neural pathways and quirks, adding more and more detail to an elaborate string of artificial memories and redefined preferences. Huffing as she forced herself to stop, buzzing and beeping as if she was rebooting with all of the prods being dragged out of the fleshy brain of the rewritten woman. Adiane shuddered as if she was freezing. Soft hisses filled the air as steam seeped through the seams of her metal plates, the brain rewriting device slowly falling from her heavy metal form and landing on the woman's chest. Her processors were burning up, her personality core flashing and pulsating within her head which made her eyes glow a soft orange hue. It was overheating bliss. The sensation of creating art from every molecule of flesh and bone, turning one thing into another like a sadistic up-cycling creative got Adiane all flustered. Adiane allowed her body to go on autopilot as she tried to cool herself down, metal plates along her back opening up to release heat through exposed heat sinks. Huffing and steaming through her plates, the mechanical artist started to pull the lapine teeth out of the rewritten woman's mouth, slowly replacing them with prosthetic plastic teeth that looked life like. Every aspect of the rabbit was removed piece by piece, her entire mouth being reworked and structured more like a feline with sharp fangs. Her tongue was even pulled out from the back and replaced with a rougher, course tongue! Adiane made sure to give her sleeping art project all the love she needed to become a new person, carving and shaping every curve into sheer perfection. To allow everything to heal properly, Adiane escorted the drugged woman to her cell once more, the many clacking of drider legs against tile floors being highlighted with the squeaking of the stretcher bed wheels. ... A harsh fluorescent bulb lit up the room, temporarily blinding its only occupant. An accompanying hiss filled the air as a snow leopard held up her hand, trying to prevent herself from being blinded by the bulb. The clattering of chains filled the air as she tried to move, her head groggy and fuzzy all over as if she had the worst hang over. Violet feline eyes blinked, Marie's eyes trying to adjust to the light and the tension in the air. Marie rubbed the sleep from her eyes, yawning with a wide mouth full of fangs. Consciousness took the tall kitty as her mind started to slowly come back to her, as if traveling through thick molasses. There was a clacking of multiple legs against the tile floor as Adiane made herself visible, all eight of her LED eyes focused on Marie. The mouth-less, expressionless robot was clearly excited and enthusiastic, the little bobs and twitches in her head showing her pleasure at meeting the feline for the 'first' time. Her body was white all over with heavy metal plates that protected valuable and sensitive machinery, hands held in front of her spidery like abdomen as if she was a maid. In her hands were gothic, scene girl style clothing that would fit with the edgy look Marie had about her, adding purple pops of color among black clothes "Good morning, Marie." Adiane's speakers broadcast to the quiet room, "I'm happy to inform you, but you've been chosen as a new pet for one of our clients! It was a pleasure to know you for the little while I had to apply implants to your body. Would you like some help getting dressed?" The robotic drider held up the clothes in her arms, the spiked metal collar on proud display with a little name tag and all. Groaning and holding her head, the snow leopard's eyes struggled to focus on her body. "Why does my head hurt so much?" Marie's voice rumbled like thunder as she spoke, barely able to stop herself from purring. "Do... do I wear glasses?" She asked, looking at the robot. "What happened?" The feline asked again. "Don't worry about glasses. Side effects of the surgery, dear. If the issue persists, be sure to let your new owner know your vision problems." Adiane said in a gentle tone. "Here, allow me to dress you; your new owner is waiting." Adiane cooed softly. The gentle rumble of her processors and battery sounded like a mechanical purring as she gently cupped the cheek of the snow leopard. Nodding along, Marie leaned back. Her body was a lovely dull grey, like the snow leopard was a few shades darker than her natural fur color. It felt a little odd to have Adiane tug her forward, applying a black lace bra over sizable breasts. The drider robot continued to dress up the feline before her, almost wordlessly as she enjoyed every curve and perfect imperfections of Marie's body; the slight scarring on her limbs, the soreness and tenderness of flesh under fur, and even the softest of whines from pleasure. Every individual part made a lovely piece of pleasure in Adiane's mechanized brain. Matching panties were pulled over long legs, a set of tight fitting fishnet leggings being fitted over top; gentle white plated fingers touched the feline paws and up the slender body with each pull of new clothing. Marie looked down at the machine dressing her with a weird feeling in her stomach; it was like everything was wrong and it was a different sort of dream where she forgot what reality was. This was... real? Everything felt so different, but also completely correct. Thoughts of her time with Adiane felt like it was the only thing in her silly kitty head. The way that metal fingers pressed against her body as a pair of cut off jean shorts were pulled up her long legs, Marie could just feel the confusing thoughts get dulled under the glowing eyes of her robotic owner who sold her like property. A shaky breath escaped her maw, fangs on full display for a moment as she watched Adiane pull out a white Nine Inch Nails cut off crop top tee. "What kind of person and I going to?" Marie huffed as she had the tee pulled over her head, her ears poking against the soft cotton before sticking out of the head hole. "Did you at least find someone with a big enough dick to rearrange my guts? Or someone with even an ounce of personality?" She joked, sticking out her rough textured tongue. Nodding along in all seriousness, Adiane joked back. "Oh, no need. I already rearranged your guts while you were taking a little surgical snooze." The soft, canned laughter that radiated from her speaker made the joke more awkward than humorous. "But yes, they're a good person. Will keep a good eye on you and keep you entertained; so long as you aren't, as they put it, a brat." White fingers fastened the heavy duty collar around the slender neck, segments clicking together as the lock was sealed. "Come along, now. And mind your step. Don't want you hurting yourself as soon as you get up." Adiane cooed softly, extending a hand to Marie. The snow leopard rolled her eyes as she stood up, taking the hand of the drider. "I know how to walk." She shot bad with a glaring side eye, looking at Adiane as if she was an overbearing mother. "Holding your hand only because you get pissy if I don't." She stated bluntly, starting to walk along to her new life with the drider next to her.