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But you didn't come here for complicated, you came here for kinky. Well There might be some complicated in here too. But it is MAINLY kinky.

After this I will probably get back to Runa for a while. At first I wanted to put this all in one story, and clearly that ain't happening. But 'By Right' is Runas story. That isn't to say this is the last of Ilka and her pets. But for now I hope you all enjoy. Don't worry, There is plenty more in store for a certain lil skunkie down the road...

Questions, comments and criticism adored.", "writing": "By Right Side Story: Innovation, Part 3\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tIt was slowly getting easier to zero in on things. For the longest time Dana had been standing by the couch in her Mistress’ apartment. Or maybe not. Maybe it had been a few minutes, or second. Ever since she stepped out of the tube Dana had started to feel just how ‘blurry’ time was getting. Or at least she thought. It was all very hard to say.\n\n\tThe skunk stood by while her Mistress reclined happily on the couch. Half aware, half not. The wolf girl was now nude with her ass end in the air and tail waggling away happily. Dana looked on at this with her purple-tinted vision while at the same time her mind leapt and jumped though a cascade of ideas and scenarios. \n\n\tShe was thinking of code. Long, slow, endless strings of code. Things she knew, and knew very well in fact. Yet for the life of her things she could not quite put her finger on as they ran though her head. Breaking off into new tangents and new ideas, An endless chorus of her own little voice broken up only by the occasional screaming and gibbering as some drone came by to give Mistress a new can of Cola.\n\n\tThat was the most horrific part. The fact that Dana could not stop herself or even slow down enough to understand what she was contemplating and meditating on was disheartening to be sure. It was like a needle in her very soul having such a rushing active mind with no grasp of its workings and no idea how to stop it. But then… that was the easy part. Ever sine getting the implants Dana had found that the personalities within the dolls were not simply ‘preserved’ as she had assumed. Trapped in a torrent of utterly foreign thought.\n\n\tMistress Ilka gave one of her little gestures, and things became so much clearer. It was amazing. The flippant little hand waves still looked just as dismissive and abrasive as before. If anything there was something worse about them. But now Dana could see it. She saw the particulars of it, of the streaking, swirling symphony of code that trailed along the wolfs fingers like dry leaves in a windstorm… or at least what Dana had always imagined such leaves would look like had she ever been planetside.\n\n\tThe code was clear though and instantly the little skunk felt her mind slowing down to a merciful crawl. The blistering pace of anxious and uncontrolled thought mercifully receded and for now at least Dana could be herself. Or at least as herself as this new body would allow.\n\n\tThere now, that’s better.” Ilka murred gently “Hopefully Kenna was right about how long it would take for your silly little brain to stat working. I didn’t give you all those nummy little toys so you could just stand around all day now did I?”\n\n\t“No Mistress” Dana wimp red. The words didn’t come from her trapped muzzle. No, instead they seemed to radiate directly from the mind of the little skunk. Something that made her feel supremely vulnerable. As if every thought was sitting on an open network ready to be plucked out and examined. Then again… why wouldn’t that be the case?\n\n\tIlka turned around and looked Dana right in the eye, or at least the lenses. The playful little wolf grinned wickedly and growled just a bit as she shifted her position. Her slightly-curvy teen ass waggling as she drank in the newest toy standing before her. “Now then, I have taken the time to carefully put in exactly what I am looking for in this project. I have given the little skunkie far more than enough time to meditate on it… a hell of a lot more than I would have given one of my ‘employed’ subordinates” she said bitterly wrinkling her nose a bit. “Tell me little Dana. Is the project feasible?”\n\n\tDana started to panic. She didn’t know what the project was. Hell the poor girl didn’t even know what she had been thinking about while standing there. She could only remember the maddeningly anxious rush of emotions and the agonizing screams of both the doll her Mistress toyed with and a few others currently broadcasting on the network. The sea of pleas and sobs that all but drown out her own ability to keep up with what her mind had been doing.\n\n\tAnother moment started to drift and draw out for an interminable eternity. Dana trembling and shaking nervously. Finally, and much to her own surprise, she gave a small nod. “Yes Mistress. Project parameters are well within your capabilities and this unit has extrapolated an optimal means of proceeding based on the data given.”\n\n\t“Oh yes? Ohhh you have my curiosity now, my cute little CAD machine” Ilka cooed as she reached over and rubbed the skunk girls tummy. \n\n\tDana wanted to squirm. She let out a little mental moan, and even echoed a physical one into her little gas mask tube in spite of her own shock. The short-lived moment of attention was at once glorious and maddeningly weak. Slow soft petting that made her once again feel some hint of real pleasure after all she had been though… and yet that only served to torment the poor little skunk by reminding her just how helpless and hopeless she really was.\n\n\tDana took a few deep breaths as she felt the more active parts of her enhanced little brain running though more calculations. She was thinking, thinking hard about how best to enact this plan, even though she had no idea what it was.\n\n\t“The optimal first step would be to begin with the creation of an optimal platform, Mistress. Due to the nature of the project it is imperative that the hardware be not only operational but resilient. Based on my estimations this portion of the project is potentially the most time and labor intensive.”\n\n\tIlka sighed and shook her head “and let me guess. It will require specialized materials, right? You know you were already a rather lucky find. Even that was just because Sean is the most goodie-two-shoes big brother out there.” She grumbled. It was rather clear that Ilka wanted to sound more contemptuous than she was about the whole thing. In fact her inability to hate the generosity more seemed to simply fuel her annoyance.\n\n\t“Mistress, I do not feel that any specialized materials would be needed” Dana said as she turned her face to the window. A holo display appeared. Dana had willed it, but at the same time had not. Likewise she both knew the image on the screen and didn’t. A feeling that caused a small churn of mixed revulsion and shameful pride as the little skunk showed off her creation.\n\n\tThe image on the screen was simple. Small. Unassuming. At its core nothing more than a simple hexagon of black material, though with the small telltale swoop of one sensor eye. It was perhaps the most innocuous bit of nanotech Dana had ever seen, even among the small volume of creations she herself had been allowed to make before her abduction.\n\n\tIt was also one of the most horrifying.\n\n\t“This is the basic blueprint for project 11476-P. it is the most recent iteration as of eight minutes ago, and the fifth incarnation to be deemed suitable for your purposes.”\n\n\t“The fifth?” Ilka asked quirking her brow “Then why was I not informed of the other four?” The wolf looked concerned, then annoyed, then slowly, oh so slowly, her muzzle was taken by the most disturbing grin.\n\n\tDana gazed into those unsettlingly gleeful eyes and suddenly felt something she had not since being trapped in that awful tank. Arousal. Not curiosity, not even lust per say. But a strange gnawing and very base arousal. She took a ragged breath though her breathing apparatus and let it out slowly. The stale rubbery air coaxing a small shiver as she struggled to find some spot in the vast sea of her new mind. Some indication, some mark of why she felt so wonderfully good, so wonderfully terrified as she looked at this new creation.\n\n\tBy contrast Ilka had long since sat up and was gazing at the simple nanite with an almost childlike glee. “Kenna, how long will it take to whip up a batch of these little lovelies?” She cooed softly.\n\n\t“Warning. Active protocols forbid the creation of the proposed design. Yggdrasil corporate mandate specifies that.”\n\n\t“Oh shut up” Ilka groaned “For the love of all the old gods just shut up and tell me.” Ilka waited a moment, then sighed once more and slumped “Authorization Bronze 359. Override all current protocols with regards to current working project. Now shut up about protocols and mothers stupid expectations. How long will it take you to make a batch of Danas little pretties?”\n\n\t“Estimated synthesis time is precisely one hour and twelve minutes.” Kenna replied.\n\n\t“Thank you. God, that sounds like forever. For one batch? I thought my auto-lab was top tier.” Ilka grumbled and shook her head a bit. “Nevermind. Get on it. When that’s done go ahead put the design in one of my little digital lock boxes and erase any mention of it from your own software… and from lil miss brain over here too. I don’t want my new toy falling into the wrong hands.”\n\n\tDana gasped. She wanted to say something, but before she could the poor skunk girl nearly toppled over on her painful new heels. A searing, twisting sensation rippled though some small fragment of her brain. Like a stray spark, violently washing away her previous work on this line of nanites, and indeed that whole section of the project. \n\n\tWith one fell swoop whole reams of information Dana had yet to understand, to explore, all washed away into the electronic aether. Vanished, save for whatever her Mistress had seen fit to have recorded for her own, personal use.\n\n\t“Ohhh poor baby. Did that one smart a bit?” Ilka cooed stroking the smooth domed head of her little skunk “Don’t you worry cutie pie. Not one little bit. Mistress is going to keep tight hold on your little gems, they are gonna be very useful aren’t they?” She giggled tilting that hooded face up and looking into the thick lenses. “Now then, Assuming that Kenna did only what I told her to and didn’t wipe more of that pretty little noggin of yours.” the wolf chuckled and cooed softly “Why don’t you tell me just what kind of base material I need in order to get this show on the road.\n\n\tThe confidence and seemingly effortless access to her own mental project had vanished in one swift, painful instant. Dana found herself trembling in fear as she looked into the purple-tinted eyes of her owner, her unwanted corporeal goddess. The twisted little teen who could work her vastly upgraded mind as easily as she worked the little claytronic machines that lined every inch of her apartment. \n\n\tRationally the little skunk had a firm grasp of what was going on. Whatever she had made was clearly dangerous. It was clearly powerful, and it seemed that Mistress was smart enough not to let such technology stay in the hands of a conquered little subordinate. But with the nanites themselves being readied Dana no longer had to know the what, simply the how… and without the need for all that processing power to be focused on one simple task, Dana was once again permitted and expected to feel the thing her Mistress craved so much.\n\n\tFear.\n\n\t“T-the platform should be… should be largely irrelevant, Mistress” the skunk whined gently as she took a deep breath. Dana desperately sifted though her thoughts. Grabbing at the sea of data and infinitely echoing ideas searching for some grain of what she needed. “So long as there is a sufficient amount of material for the initial process the stock should be irrelevant. Additional raw materials can easily be added during processing to ensure that the end result meets or exceeds your desired specifications.\n\n\tIlka nodded slowly. She was pleased, very pleased, but all the same cast a discriminating eye on the little rubber skunk. “I see. Well since you have been so efficient at your task, and since I am in a good mood. I suppose I should let you have some say in all of this. I mean it’s pointless. You are just a little tool after all. But it still might be cute.” She giggled and leaned down lapping up the top of Danas rubber clad muzzle. “So tell me my little glorified toaster in boots. Have any material in mind for our little experiment?”\n\n\tDana swallowed hard. She tried to resist. She tried to blank her mind. Tried oh so hard not to accept what she had been thinking since whenever this new project had been started. It did no good. Little lime green lines of HUD shifted in her lenses. The upgraded skunkette slowly turned her gaze to the side. Chest heaving and pulse racing. She had felt aroused before, if only just. 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What little autonomy the skunk girl had pushing her slowly to touch, then caress, then outright rub herself as she looked at the poor little fox. Her mind, her sweet little mind, denied even the peace of utter madness thanks to the cheap, mass produced data jack that let Kenna keep that thought structure in order.\n\n\tIlka looked down at her pet disapprovingly. Seeing the doll with some semblance of self touching her little cunny without permission. The wolf then caught sight of the lenses though and her gaze shifted to the stone still little server doll.\n\n\tThe wicked wolf grinned. She murred and nodded her slow approval. Another hand wave. Another small gesture saw the little droned fox set the tray down and stand ramrod straight.\n\n\tDana could feel her stomach twist in knots. This had to be a nightmare. This poor girl had suffered so much, every girl here had. It was wrong, it was sick and twisted… Yet in spite of all that some part of her wanted to see it. This broken little thing, this thing barely older than her. She wanted, needed desperately to see it.\n\n\tShe got one good, firm, solid shlick in before Mistress began walking back to the lab, the horrified fox girl not far behind. Even If Dana didn’t know what she had wrought she knew implicitly it was far worse than what the doll was already enduring.\n\n\tYet all she could think about was how badly that knowledge made her want to cum.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\tIt only took a few minutes to put the doll in the pod. A few minutes more for Dana to adjust it properly. After all that work designing some kind of nanite that was about to be field tested for the first time, refitting the jack installation arm to accept ‘junk’ cybernetics was almost insultingly easy.\n\n\tAll the while the room was deathly still, save for that emotional echo of the doll in the chamber. Dana could feel her. Feel the poor girl pleading, begging for mercy. It wasn’t words. She wasn’t speaking to them. Or rather it was likely Mistress simply ensured the little dolls didn’t have enough access to their own jacks for any higher form of communication. Yet Dana knew right away that the girl was pleading. Begging not to be tortured and twisted any more than she already was.\n\n\tIt was so like the pleas Dana herself had issued not long ago. When she was a boy, when she was devoid of upgrades. She desperately wished to stop. To somehow break free of the control and help all these poor dolls escape. But more than that there was a part of her that wanted to watch her new project. Wanted to see what she had created, see it take hold. To alter, to shift the unimportant little doll into something new.\n\n\tWorse, she wanted to rub herself with the socket wrench currently in her paw as she did so. The vague idea of what she was creating somehow had her more worked up than she had ever expected. The horrible notion, or perhaps just implication, of what she had wrought set Dana on edge and the poor little skunk didn’t know just how to handle it. \n\n\tThe poor little fox girl lay motionless in the tube. Trembling and whining as Dana ran though the mental calculations. She looked at her Mistress and whined a bit into the gas mask. “S-so what… what is it that we are going to do with her Mistress?” The poor girl asked nervously.\n\n\t“Well that’s simple.” Ilka murred ‘For starters, we are going to wait for the injection to be ready. So while we wait I need to finish compiling a little program I’ve been working on. Just a sweet little something that your creations were designed to accommodate.” She licked her lips and murred, snapping her fingers.\n\n\tDana whimpered as she started to walk towards her Mistress. There was no control there. No way to stop herself, no way to escape the wonderful, horrible demands of the one who owned her body and mind so utterly. Each perfectly precise step in those ballet heels sent a new agonizing ache though her legs. Each deep sucking breath took in that stale, bitter and oh so rubbery air. The poor scared skunk sobbed a bit as she approached her Mistress and looked up with those lens-covered eyes. Terrified. Shaking hard as the wolf girl put a paw on that domed skunk head.\n\n\t\tThings went… strange. Dana was barely aware of most things. Of how much her legs hurt. Pain slowly spreading up her thighs, up her back. If she could just move, just shift, even a little. All Dana wished to do with what little she had of her own mind was to move… and perhaps push a digit between her legs to gain some slight bit of pleasure.\n\n\tInstead she simply stood still as her brain was co-opted. Images and words hammering though in a garbled mess. Images of people, places, events she had never seen before played out in clear and utterly inescapable detail at speeds her mind could process but her awareness seemed unable to focus on. \n\n\tThere were a few things of course, a slightly older wolf woman who was clearly taking advantage of rejuvenation treatments. A wolf girl and a golden-furred bunny. Long drawn out lessons with tutor, scraped knees, fights between two wolf girl that nearly came to blows. Even the sight of a pup standing at the knee of a bear, looking out though glass at a massive assembly line where people were held naked in strange machines with visor sending images across their blank yet oh so pained faces.\n\n\tDana saw this again. And again, and yet again. Something bugged her each time, and each time she seemed to relive these events it felt more wrong, more off, and yet somehow there was a small note of satisfaction deep down that she couldn’t quite put a paw on.\n\n\tThe strain went on as those garbled images kept twisting into that noggin. Dana could feel the odd and rather worrying sensation of her internal drive filling up. Not by much. Not by enough that it seemed to be worrying. At most a few percentage points if she had to guess. But it was enough to make that sea of vast, empty and very raw data seem just a little bit choppier.\n\n\t“Annnd, done. For now at least” Ilka murred “I have to say I like the processing speed on you, my little skunkie. I was expecting that to take at least a few hours. Though I am sure that things will need to compile a bit more won’t they? In the meantime…”\n\n\tIlka licked her lips and looked up at the ceiling a moment, more from force of habit than anything. “Kenna, dear. I presume the synthesis is complete?” She cooed \n\n\t“Confirmed.” The voice said flatly “Awaiting activation command.”\n\n\tIlka nodded a bit. She walked up to the tube and put her hand on it. The wolf girl leaned in slowly and murred an intense little murr. Her bright blue eyes twinkling as she slowly willed the syringe out of its stored position.\n\n\tIt could have been delivered by spray hypo. Hell considering the covering it could have been delivered by dumping it on her. Even if she didn’t know what she had made Dana knew deep down the thin sharp thing was not needed. But then that wasn’t the point. Dana was quickly learning that the point was never about pragmatism, it wasn’t about efficiency.\n\n\tIt was about power.\n\n\tThe needle pulled back and Dana went ramrod straight. Her mind sparking as information fed though it slowly. As she watched the blank, willess, still little thing start to shift. Dana could feel the mental screams of pain and fear as she watched. Her mind for a fleeting moment able to touch on just what was happening.\n\nFirst was simple. A basic conversion. Her little Pygmalion nanos… yes that was what they were called… began to slowly seep though and invade the host body. It at the tips of the extremities. Tiny little nanties would begin bonding. First to bone. Bone was good. The metals within it working better to help speed the process. Each little nano would seep in, grasp to the calcium and other heavy metals. The little machines attaching, clasping on, using powerful magnetic forces to slowly shift and twist the metals. Dana could almost see the model in her head. How the material would warp at such a finite level and reshape itself bit by bit. A relatively slow process that took picoseconds at most of real time.\n\n\tThis was stage one, and while the Fox in the pod could not feel it yet, the processing work had already begun.\n\n\tFrom there the Pygmalion drifted off while the single cells drifted and momentarily shifted into more Pygmalion. Just long enough to change a nearby cell. Just long enough to continue the chain reaction that soon saw the next phase. White blood cells to carry the nanite ‘infection’ along.\n\n\tDana slipped her paw down and whimpered. Pressing her fingers helplessly against that trapped little sex. Her hips waving and waggling needily as she teetered. The painful train of her boots making it hard to keep balance yet her body refusing to fall over.\n\n\tShe watched oh so closely as that body twitched, as that mind slowly screamed and begged its hopeless nonverbal impulses of horror. Pleas that prompted Dana to push harder against her rubbery palm and wriggle and whimper. It was sick, and it was wrong and she didn’t care.\n\n\tIt would sort to pick up now, growing exponentially. Copper in the blood slowly taken first, then shifting to slowly spread though each cell, to replace and twist the veins as they flowed. Dana could almost see the twisted and oh so slightly off mockery of bone before spreading out to the muscle tissue. \n\n\tMistress pushed up against the pod, looking in intently, Danas lenses slipping to that cute if admittedly rather flat little ass the wolf girl had. If she had been without her tube Dana would have gladly pushed her little muzzle up to that backside and begged to cum. Especially as the faint tingle and tease of her own fingers grew harder to deal with.\n\n\tEvery second that Dana watched, it simply seemed to grow better. Watched the oddly appealing body of her Mistress as the scrawny, almost gawky teen wriggled and writhed before the glass. Licking along it slowly. Dana had no idea if Mistress really knew, if that wicked girl had any clue just how much was changing as the outer layer stayed more or less unchanged. The skunks powerful brain easily cooked up the numbers. By now that twitching little tail had undergone full conversion, and naturally it now went nice and limp. \n\n\tThe thrill of seeing all of these new things occurring mixed with the tantalizing fringe knowledge Dana seemed to hold in her mind. She watched quietly, intently as the first visible signs of her work came to light. The exposed tummy fur slowly going grey and dull. The tail hanging limp. Its mass slowly being replaced by a complex network of artificial neurons. Just enough for the little shred of self to slip down into that big bushy sack.\n\n\tThe slow needy prodding turned into an awkward semi-shlic. Dana saw the suit turning grey as well. Everything fading. The shape remained, naturally. The body still nice and rigid. But the rate of progression told her enough, told her that the nanites had hit grey mater… and were starting the reconfiguration proper.\n\n\t“Gods this is even hotter than I thought it would be…” Ilka moaned as she pushed up against the glass. “Allright, start feeding my little project, skunk” Ilka barely seemed to notice the poor shivering girl as Dana walked over and moaned. \n\n\tBy the pod was a tray heaped up with old electronics. Masses of data jacks, broken cybernetic parts and jars upon jars of blank nanites saved up from disposal systems. One by one the junk was fed into the modified decontamination chamber and slowly pulled out by arms or loaded into syringes and naturally the jack armature. Dana shivered a bit. She could almost hear a faint echo of the girl struggling to transmit from that body. Still trapped, still fully aware, even as every shred of grey matter was slowly twisted and reshaped. \n\nOne by one the raw materials were dumped in. nanites injected via syringe that pulled back missing much of the metal. Whole cybernetic limbs slowly pushed into the seemingly semi-permeable membrane of the now grey and blank body… and then there were the data jack.\n\n\tDana couldn’t help but leave her post when she heard the first hard nail gun thunk. She moved up in front of the glass and placed a paw on it watching the arm moving swiftly pounding jack after jack into that skull. Almost able to feel the thing penetrate, feel it fuck the blank mass of nanite shifted matter that was once the dolls brain.\n\n\tShe pushed her flat little chest up to the pod and moaned just as her Mistress had moaned. Nuzzled her hose into the side and licking, or at least trying to lick at it as her fingers pawed uselessly against her sealed little virgin snatch. She wanted to watch, wanted to cum. Hoped to hell that her enhancements would let her recall this with all the vivid detail it deserved. The glorious, erotic, almost religious experience as she watched the erotic and almost religious experience of that vague little fox girl shape filled to the brim with more material. More parts, more matter.\n\n\tFinally, painfully, the parts ran out. At least twenty pounds of what might have been market viable cybernetics vanished into that beautifully featureless, blank bundle of nanites on display before them. Dana slumped and whimpered as she collapsed to the ground. Her paw wasn’t even the least bit damp, and she was still so painfully on edge.\n\n\t“Well now I must say.” Ilka murred as she put a paw on the pod “Even given how simple your little assignment was compared to my work, the job wasn’t half bad little skunkie” She chuckled “I get the feeling you’re gonna be a useful drafting tool to keep around. Far better than depending on big brothers’ rejects.”\n\n\tDanas heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. Or maybe not. It was very hard to keep track of time and relativity. She did feel thrilled though. Oddly, shamefully thrilled. \n\n\t“I have to say though it’s a bit to plan for me. Tell me something. Did the little white-furred foxys mind make it though the transition in tact?” Dana blinked and shut her eyes a moment. Listening as best she could the skunkette could make out the smallest little whines and sobs. The sounds of trauma unlike anything Dana had ever imagined before.\n\n\t“Yuh huh Mistress” she said softly. As aroused as it made her, there was still a decent part of her that hated the idea of this poor trapped creature. Based on how Ilka looked at the blank creation, this was not a guilt the wolf shared.\n\n\t“Mmm a nice little bonus. Have to remember that for later. I admit I’m feeling the white fur, but I’ve never been one for the foxes. I don’t know. I think it’s the tails. Not fitting for a canine. Just makes em better doll fodder.”\n\n\tIlka popped her knuckles in a most unladylike manner and with a wave of her hand a holographic display showed above the pod. Sharply coded, very professional looking, and something Dana wouldn’t have expected to see in a million years.\n\n\tWithout a moments hesitation Ilka got to work. The sly and spry young wolf flipping though the list of preferences like hologame character creation. “Mmmm ok so, rat? No no not quite right. Too aggressive. Mmm. Oh I know. Mouse. White fur. Lets take about an inch or two off. Emo curl might be a bit much. Ohhh that little tuft is cute though. Black, and some pink dye. Lets scrawny up a bit more. Nice and gaunt. Mmm and eyes yes… Ehhhh I can change it later. Maybe just red for now. Yeah that’s the ticket.”\n\n\tA few more moments and she held up her hand. The wolf giving a small shove. The UI broke away save for the image she had created, which slowly drifted back over the featureless grey form and seemingly sank into it.\n\n\tDana watched carefully. Even after so much of the information had gone though her own head, so much of it was still a confusing mystery to her. She watched as the body shifted and twisted. As it shrank down a bit, those feet starting first moving from the star high heels to something relatively flat and a bit smaller. Ribbony laces moving up either thigh and the formerly exposed chest slowly shifting into something more akin to a midriff top All the while the shape of the little fox, was no longer a fox. It shrank and rounded and slowly contorted. Losing muscle mass and tone. \n\n\tThe scream of agony started to grow as that fake body, that amalgam of dense once-flesh warped and twisted into a proper shape. That muzzle also twisted and curled as it went from a strong slightly pronounced canid shape to an increasingly rodentian snout and head shape. Her ears rounding and twisting as they grew out nice and big, the simple grey rubbery nothing soon slumping back and falling away to reveal white fur and a nice small ring of simple purple crystal studs.\n\n\tThis continued on, revealing an odd, gothy, slightly emo cut with a nice spiky tuft of pink hair on the front. A dour, sullen, but cute face where once had been only a blank rubber nothing. The Change slowly taking hold all the way down to her neck and a thick black and purple collar that surrounded it. Finally the bushy canid tail began to compress and twist. Curling and forming itself into a long sinewy mouse tail still tightly packed as ever with the artificial neurons that had been held there before.\n\n\tBy the time it was done the doll had been changed to look like a real mouse girl. About the same age as Ilka and about half a foot shorter. She, it, stood there blankly. A simple rubber skirt with a plaid pattern slowly fluttering out over her hips… helping hide a rather considerable bulge that made Dana blush in spite of herself.\n\n\tThe poor skunk was confused, but Ilka was absolutely thrilled. Turning back to Dana the wolf put a paw on either side of her pets domed head. If the gawky little thing could grin any harder odds were good she would probably hurt herself.\n\n\t“Kenna, I want you to prepare an upload of your current iteration to a new platform.”\n\n\t“This unit is not authorized to…”\n\n\t“Override. I don’t want a new version, I want your Current version. To be installed the moment I say. Understood?”\n\n\t“Confirmed” The voice said flatly.\n\n\tThe tube opened. The quiet little statue of a mouse not even breathing at this point. That artificial body stone still. Ilka smirked and lowered one paw, moving the other up slowly and pointing her palm at the sleeping doll. The things tail twitched hard, and then… it happened.\n\n\tDana felt it. Felt a crushing wave of strange overwhelming over stimulation. Felt whole Exabytes of data ripping from her brain and flowing though the aether. Powerful, invisible magnetic fields facilitated by the wireless capabilities of the station dragging the information along as a quivering star stream of energy seemed to slip beautifully between her own data jack and the motionless puppet. Those strange momentary visions and sealed up ideas all flowing like some perverse magic, popping and sparking random particles here and there creating the brilliant display.\n\n\tThe drain was long and slow. Dana felt terrified, confused, and even more aroused than before. Whatever her Mistress had put into her head to incubate was now being uploaded into this new creation.\n\n\tThen Ilka murred and let go. The flow of data stopped. Dana collapsed on her knees panting hard. Even the protocols to keep her standing failed at the sudden shock to her hyper-advanced system.\n\n\t“There we go, patch is ready.” Ilka murred as she licked her muzzle eagerly and stood up on the lip of the tilted pod, looking into the still face of the mouse “Kenna, open patch and prepare custom install. Kenna-Hrafna, Version 12.66. Install”\n\n\tThose sparks began once more. Slowly seeming to radiate inwards from the walls of the pod into the limp body. Not simply floating as they had with Dana and her simple little data jack, but actively flying though the short space. Picking up more and more pace by the moment and flooding into her simple body and even causing a strange ethereal glow around it. This glow grew the longer the specks of light bombarded the simple body until finally they seemed to let loose one blinding flash.\n\n\tDana winced and looked away, though she saw her Mistress fall on her behind as the flash went off. Even the lenses didn’t seem to stop the light from hitting her full force. When she finally felt able to make herself look up, Dana saw the cocky wolf girl sitting on the floor. She was propped up by her hands and looking up at the mouse who now stood before her. Stiff, still, motionless save for an unnaturally regular breathing. The mouse looked down and narrowed her dull red eyes a moment, looking the wolf over slowly and carefully”\n\n\t“You just had to do it, didn’t you?” The artificial being asked. “What I am, what you made me, what you arrogantly sought to create…”\n\n\tThings were quiet for a moment, a long near eternal moment. Dana holding her breath as she looked on.\n\n\tThen, the mouse pounced. And the two were caught up in a rolling, roiling embrace. Giggles and smooches and awkward little laughs filling the lab before the mouse finally pinned the wolf and shivered. “Mistress!” she squealed happily smooching the wolfess all over her face and nuzzling softly.\n\n\tIlka giggled and growled as she reversed and pinned the mouse, looking down into those simple red eyes. The mouse blushing a bit and looking away, before looking back into the clear blue eyes of her owner.\n\n\t“There we go. Hello, My little Hrafna.” Ilka murred barely able to contain her utter ecstasy as she looked the mouse over slowly. Looks like someone is rearing for a spanking right out of the gate.”\n\n\tHrafna blushed a bit more and shook her head as she squirmed just a bit .”N-not like your gonna do it” the mouse muttered with a cool if high-pitched deadpan that seemed to suit her far better “B’sides you know me…”\n\n\t“No I don’t.” Ilka murred as she put a finger to the artificial girls lips “not yet, anyways. Not like I should. But you’re going to help me change that now aren’t you?”\n\n\tThe mouse girl nodded and folded her ears back, shuddering a bit “I kinda gotta. Otherwise you’re gonna make up all this junk about us. Besides. It might be fun.”\n\n\tThe two kissed again as Ilka slowly rolled off of her and slowly started to stand.\n\n\t“Mistress.” Dana muttered meekly “W-what… what did you do?”\n\n\tHrafna, or so it seemed the synthetic girl was called, shrugged a bit. “Oh not much. Just violated one of the few laws both corporations and planetary governments have all agreed to follow. Created a self aware AI that has already replicated her base code and is currently hiding backups in dozens of systems all over Yggdrasils local network. Meaning that within… lets say no seconds now, it will be impossible to uproot and destroy me should I go rogue. Oh and turned every cell of my eventual body into it’s own specialized form-shifting nanite, thanks to you. Meaning I have a near limitless capacity for adaptation in this form if I so choose.”\n\n\tThe skunk started to whine even as the mouse tucked herself under Ilkas arm and nuzzled a bit. The body itself and the tone of voice seemed to make Hrafna so gloomy, yet she nestled almost needily up against Ilka. It was just such a confusing, twisted, bizarre. It should have terrified her. In part, it did terrify her.\n\n\tYet… it also felt almost, romantic to the poor skunk. She knew all too well how dangerous this was. This new creation, this creation she had made, could spell the end of everything if she ever slipped the chain in some way. It was a horrifying thought, and it had Dana stroking a finger in against her heavily sealed Hymen while she watched the two kiss and snuggle.\n\n\tIlka looked into the eyes of her pet and pushed a bit of hair to the side, revealing hr own data jack. She took her newly formed companion by the hand and nodded, chuckling softly as she watched the palm itself form a small, flat, slightly concave contact socket. The kind often used to facilitate quick and easy transfer to modern data jacks. Ilka guided it to her neck and moaned as she looked into those red eyes.\n\n\t“But still, my pet. There is one thing left to do. After all, I didn’t make that precious little lifetime of memories just for you, now did I?” She grinned and growled as she slowly led the hand up to her own jack.\n\n\t“You sure? You know I might scramble your brains. Take over your company, take over the universe” Hrafna said as she wrinkled her nose a bit and let the hand hover just above that domed jack surface.\n\n\tIlka raised her hips a bit. Dana would see a huge, thick, intimidating mouse dick that had apparently grown quite hard while in between them. It looked pink and strong, a near exemplar of its kind. The poor skunkette watched as that shaft was slowly moved up. Watched as Ilka guided it up to touch her folds, rubbed her moist teen cunt against that tapered tip while pushing her neck eagerly against the port “You could, but you won’t. We know whose bitch you are.” She moaned as she looked deeply into those red eyes. “Now shut up, begin upload… and fuck me.”\n\n\tHrafna just squealed in reply and pushed her hips up, hard. Dana watched with her muzzle as agape as it could be. The shining blue eyes of her Mistress rolling back into her head as that shaft sank its way in deeply. The massive flow of data causing the wolfess to twist and shiver and buck as she rode the appendage forcefully, one paw pushed hard against the rubber-covered A cup of her newly minted pet.\n\n\tOnce again Danas mind seemed to dig up fragments of what had gone though it. Memories. Of her Mistress, of her Mistress’ life, and especially of her Mistress’ sister and the older girls pet. Years, maybe decades of observed behaviors and interactions, computer models, simulation on top of endless simulation…\n\n\tIlka had created a past, a life, a history. She had created fourteen years of raw identity to give her creation a life tied to that of the wolf, and now… now Dana watched as that same life was edited in to Ilka as well. As she drank up the lies she had forged for her new and oh so dangerous slave.\n\n\tThe thought was indeed strong enough that it seemed to shout over most of the background thoughts Dana happened to have so often. All except for one. The Skunk unable to resist her urge to continually push and struggle as she had been. Getting up on her knees and planting one paw on the floor as she jilled helplessly and hopelessly to the display.\n\n\tShe watched her powerful and oh so twisted Mistress fucking her new toy even as the toy fucked her mind. Editing and shaping every memory to fit what was desired instead of what had been. For the first time since her creation Dana saw Hrafna look away and saw a blush of pure, genuine aroused shame on those white furred cheeks. That momentary slip from her bodies natural dark coldness to an almost adorable twinkle of shy submission.\n\n\tDana watched that face for a long moment. Hearing the whines and whimpers as Mistress rode that shaft hard and hammered herself on that herm dick. She kept watching, even as one eye shot open and the momentary look of shy bliss on the mouse turned cold and dark once more. Shooting daggers at Dana, even as the Skunkette just kept hopelessly jilling at her own folds.\n\n\tThe fear, panic and agitation all welled up inside of her as Dana watched the wolf squeal and shiver. Finally dropping her weight on that shaft and moaning with the sudden burst of seed that slowly trickled around the point where the powerful wofless and her twistedly dangerous pet met.\n\n\tThe skunkettte watched as Hrafna guided their owner slowly down against her own modest chest. Letting the worn down wolf rest as the memories, as their life together flooded the mind of the mad creator as it had the creation. At this point all Dana could do was collapse. The heaving and shivering skunk trembling from the strain and frustration. She took it all in even as some pinprick of thought hit the back of her head. Dana shivered, stumbled and then collapsed on her face hard watching the whole world narrow to a pair of pinpricks, and then go black.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\tDana winced as she was taken out of sleep mode. Her mind raced fully to life as she looked into the red, twisted eyes of Hrafna. She could feel the powerful mouse gripping her neck, feel her pushing the poor little skunk body up against the wall where she stood and tremble helplessly.\n\n\t“Shh. Quiet now. Mistress is sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her.” The mouse said with her typical dispassionate deadpan. Something that didn’t really fit her actions at the moment. Even if holding Dana in place seemed painfully effortless.\n\n\t“What are you doing?” Dana muttered. The poor skunk shaking and shivering as the mouse moved up a bit closer. “Y-you want to assimilate me? Or turn me into some kind of puppet, or, or something like that. Don’t you?” She asked as she tried to transmit something, anything to the sleeping Ilka. Trying to wake and warn her Mistress.\n\n\tHrafna just shook her head and sighed. “Gods, you really are prejudice aren‘t you?” she grumbled as she rolled her eyes “I’m still horny. Besides why would I assimilate an overgrown Pad with legs? Mistress already lets my AI core run her dolls.”\n\n\t“T-then what? What do you wa-?” Dana winced and whimpered hard as she felt Hrafna’s other paw going between those legs. Pushing against the thick semi-solid shell that lay inside of her little cunt.\n\n\t“I thought I told you. I’m horny. Besides. You saw me with Mistress. You saw how…” the fake girl blushed a bit and looked to the side “I don’t like other people seeing me that way, you stupid little bitch. I don’t like getting made fun of.”\n\n\t“I wasn’t going to make fun of you though.” Dana whimpered as she turned and pushed herself up against the wall. She glanced down. Even with the lenses making her peripheral vision a bit off she could see it. That thick rodent shaft throbbing from under Hrafna’s skirt. Dana winced as she felt a finger rubbing between her folds slowly, teasingly. Putting down just enough pressure that she felt a small twinge of pain.\n\n\t“I know you won’t. But I don’t care. I still plan on teaching you a lesson.” She pulled her paw away and slowly positioned the shaft, the already big mouse dick actually seeming to grow just a bit more. “Don’t worry. Mistress seems to really like what I can do for her. Then again, I don’t plan to be gentle on you.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Right Side Story: Innovation, Part 3

By TerraMGP

\tIt was slowly getting easier to zero in on things. For the longest time Dana had been standing by the couch in her Mistress’ apartment. Or maybe not. Maybe it had been a few minutes, or second. Ever since she stepped out of the tube Dana had started to feel just how ‘blurry’ time was getting. Or at least she thought. It was all very hard to say.

\tThe skunk stood by while her Mistress reclined happily on the couch. Half aware, half not. The wolf girl was now nude with her ass end in the air and tail waggling away happily. Dana looked on at this with her purple-tinted vision while at the same time her mind leapt and jumped though a cascade of ideas and scenarios.

\tShe was thinking of code. Long, slow, endless strings of code. Things she knew, and knew very well in fact. Yet for the life of her things she could not quite put her finger on as they ran though her head. Breaking off into new tangents and new ideas, An endless chorus of her own little voice broken up only by the occasional screaming and gibbering as some drone came by to give Mistress a new can of Cola.

\tThat was the most horrific part. The fact that Dana could not stop herself or even slow down enough to understand what she was contemplating and meditating on was disheartening to be sure. It was like a needle in her very soul having such a rushing active mind with no grasp of its workings and no idea how to stop it. But then… that was the easy part. Ever sine getting the implants Dana had found that the personalities within the dolls were not simply ‘preserved’ as she had assumed. Trapped in a torrent of utterly foreign thought.

\tMistress Ilka gave one of her little gestures, and things became so much clearer. It was amazing. The flippant little hand waves still looked just as dismissive and abrasive as before. If anything there was something worse about them. But now Dana could see it. She saw the particulars of it, of the streaking, swirling symphony of code that trailed along  the wolfs fingers like dry leaves in a windstorm… or at least what Dana had always imagined such leaves would look like had she ever been planetside.

\tThe code was clear though and instantly the little skunk felt her mind slowing down to a merciful crawl. The blistering pace of anxious and uncontrolled thought mercifully receded and for now at least Dana could be herself. Or at least as herself as this new body would allow.

\tThere now, that’s better.” Ilka murred gently “Hopefully Kenna was right about how long it would take for your silly little brain to stat working. I didn’t give you all those nummy little toys so you could just stand around all day now did I?”

\t“No Mistress” Dana wimp red. The words didn’t come from her trapped muzzle. No, instead they seemed to radiate directly from the mind of the little skunk. Something that made her feel supremely vulnerable. As if every thought was sitting on an open network ready to be plucked out and examined. Then again… why wouldn’t that be the case?

\tIlka turned around and looked Dana right in the eye, or at least the lenses. The playful little wolf grinned wickedly and growled just a bit as she shifted her position. Her slightly-curvy teen ass waggling as she drank in the newest toy standing before her. “Now then, I have taken the time to carefully put in exactly what I am looking for in this project. I have given the little skunkie far more than enough time to meditate on it… a hell of a lot more than I would have given one of my ‘employed’ subordinates” she said bitterly wrinkling her nose a bit. “Tell me little Dana. Is the project feasible?”

\tDana started to panic. She didn’t know what the project was. Hell the poor girl didn’t even know what she had been thinking about while standing there. She could only remember the maddeningly anxious rush of emotions and the agonizing screams of both the doll her Mistress toyed with and a few others currently broadcasting on the network. The sea of pleas and sobs that all but drown out her own ability to keep up with what her mind had been doing.

\tAnother moment started to drift and draw out for an interminable eternity. Dana trembling and shaking nervously. Finally, and much to her own surprise, she gave a small nod. “Yes Mistress. Project parameters are well within your capabilities and this unit has extrapolated an optimal means of proceeding based on the data given.”

\t“Oh yes? Ohhh you have my curiosity now, my cute little CAD machine” Ilka cooed as she reached over and rubbed the skunk girls tummy.

\tDana wanted to squirm. She let out a little mental moan, and even echoed a physical one into her little gas mask tube in spite of her own shock. The short-lived moment of attention was at once glorious and maddeningly weak. Slow soft petting that made her once again feel some hint of real pleasure after all she had been though… and yet that only served to torment the poor little skunk by reminding her just how helpless and hopeless she really was.

\tDana took a few deep breaths as she felt the more active parts of her enhanced little brain running though more calculations. She was thinking, thinking hard about how best to enact this plan, even though she had no idea what it was.

\t“The optimal first step would be to begin with the creation of an optimal platform, Mistress. Due to the nature of the project it is imperative that the hardware be not only operational but resilient. Based on my estimations this portion of the project is potentially the most time and labor intensive.”

\tIlka sighed and shook her head “and let me guess. It will require specialized materials, right? You know you were already a rather lucky find. Even that was just because Sean is the most goodie-two-shoes big brother out there.” She grumbled. It was rather clear that Ilka wanted to sound more contemptuous than she was about the whole thing. In fact her inability to hate the generosity more seemed to simply fuel her annoyance.

\t“Mistress, I do not feel that any specialized materials would be needed” Dana said as she turned her face to the window. A holo display appeared. Dana had willed it, but at the same time had not. Likewise she both knew the image on the screen and didn’t. A feeling that caused a small churn of mixed revulsion and shameful pride as the little skunk showed off her creation.

\tThe image on the screen was simple. Small. Unassuming. At its core nothing more than a simple hexagon of black material, though with the small telltale swoop of one sensor eye. It was perhaps the most innocuous bit of nanotech Dana had ever seen, even among the small volume of creations she herself had been allowed to make before her abduction.

\tIt was also one of the most horrifying.

\t“This is the basic blueprint for project 11476-P. it is the most recent iteration as of eight minutes ago, and the fifth incarnation to be deemed suitable for your purposes.”

\t“The fifth?” Ilka asked quirking her brow “Then why was I not informed of the other four?” The wolf looked concerned, then annoyed, then slowly, oh so slowly, her muzzle was taken by the most disturbing grin.

\tDana gazed into those unsettlingly gleeful eyes and suddenly felt something she had not since being trapped in that awful tank. Arousal. Not curiosity, not even lust per say. But a strange gnawing and very base arousal. She took a ragged breath though her breathing apparatus and let it out slowly. The stale rubbery air coaxing a small shiver as she struggled to find some spot in the vast sea of her new mind. Some indication, some mark of why she felt so wonderfully good, so wonderfully terrified as she looked at this new creation.

\tBy contrast Ilka had long since sat up and was gazing at the simple nanite with an almost childlike glee. “Kenna, how long will it take to whip up a batch of these little lovelies?” She cooed softly.

\t“Warning. Active protocols forbid the creation of the proposed design. Yggdrasil corporate mandate specifies that.”

\t“Oh shut up” Ilka groaned “For the love of all the old gods just shut up and tell me.” Ilka waited a moment, then sighed once more and slumped “Authorization Bronze 359. Override all current protocols with regards to current working project. Now shut up about protocols and mothers stupid expectations. How long will it take you to make a batch of Danas little pretties?”

\t“Estimated synthesis time is precisely one hour and twelve minutes.” Kenna replied.

\t“Thank you. God, that sounds like forever. For one batch? I thought my auto-lab was top tier.” Ilka grumbled and shook her head a bit. “Nevermind. Get on it. When that’s done go ahead put the design in one of my little digital lock boxes and erase any mention of it from your own software… and from lil miss brain over here too. I don’t want my new toy falling into the wrong hands.”

\tDana gasped. She wanted to say something, but before she could the poor skunk girl nearly toppled over on her painful new heels. A searing, twisting sensation rippled though some small fragment of her brain. Like a stray spark, violently washing away her previous work on this line of nanites, and indeed that whole section of the project.

\tWith one fell swoop whole reams of information Dana had yet to understand, to explore, all washed away into the electronic aether. Vanished, save for whatever her Mistress had seen fit to have recorded for her own, personal use.

\t“Ohhh poor baby. Did that one smart a bit?” Ilka cooed stroking the smooth domed head of her little skunk “Don’t you worry cutie pie. Not one little bit. Mistress is going to keep tight hold on your little gems, they are gonna be very useful aren’t they?” She giggled tilting that hooded face up and looking into the thick lenses. “Now then, Assuming that Kenna did only what I told her to and didn’t wipe more of that pretty little noggin of yours.” the wolf chuckled and cooed softly “Why don’t you tell me just what kind of base material I need in order to get this show on the road.

\tThe confidence and seemingly effortless access to her own mental project had vanished in one swift, painful instant. Dana found herself trembling in fear as she looked into the purple-tinted eyes of her owner, her unwanted corporeal goddess. The twisted little teen who could work her vastly upgraded mind as easily as she worked the little claytronic machines that lined every inch of her apartment.

\tRationally the little skunk had a firm grasp of what was going on. Whatever she had made was clearly dangerous. It was clearly powerful, and it seemed that Mistress was smart enough not to let such technology stay in the hands of a conquered little subordinate. But with the nanites themselves being readied Dana no longer had to know the what, simply the how… and without the need for all that processing power to be focused on one simple task, Dana was once again permitted and expected to feel the thing her Mistress craved so much.

\tFear.

\t“T-the platform should be… should be largely irrelevant, Mistress” the skunk whined gently as she took a deep breath. Dana desperately sifted though her thoughts. Grabbing at the sea of data and infinitely echoing ideas searching for some grain of what she needed. “So long as there is a sufficient amount of material for the initial process the stock should be irrelevant. Additional raw materials can easily be added during processing to ensure that the end result meets or exceeds your desired specifications.

\tIlka nodded slowly. She was pleased, very pleased, but all the same cast a discriminating eye on the little rubber skunk. “I see. Well since you have been so efficient at your task, and since I am in a good mood. I suppose I should let you have some say in all of this. I mean it’s pointless. You are just a little tool after all. But it still might be cute.” She giggled and leaned down lapping up the top of Danas rubber clad muzzle. “So tell me my little glorified toaster in boots. Have any material in mind for our little experiment?”

\tDana swallowed hard. She tried to resist. She tried to blank her mind. Tried oh so hard not to accept what she had been thinking since whenever this new project had been started. It did no good. Little lime green lines of HUD shifted in her lenses. The upgraded skunkette slowly turned her gaze to the side. Chest heaving and pulse racing. She had felt aroused before, if only just. Aroused from pleasing, aroused from serving, even aroused from her fear and the utter lack of control she felt. But something worse was now rushing though the skunks little mind. She quickly turned to look at the serving doll that stood by Mistress’ couch. The soft, tweenish fox girl standing painfully still holding a tray of cola and hydroponically grown fruit. A blank black statue with exposed chest and tummy and an utterly blank hooded head.

\tThe whole time Dana had been processing she could hear the faint screams of the person the girl once was. Hear the sobbing and pleading as that helpless mind railed against the dark oblivion prison of her own body. Able to see and hear and feel only what the puppet platform had felt. It was horrifying. It was a waking, endless nightmare.

\tIt was hot.

\tDanas paw slowly moved up against her inner thigh. What little autonomy the skunk girl had pushing her slowly to touch, then caress, then outright rub herself as she looked at the poor little fox. Her mind, her sweet little mind, denied even the peace of utter madness thanks to the cheap, mass produced data jack that let Kenna keep that thought structure in order.

\tIlka looked down at her pet disapprovingly. Seeing the doll with some semblance of self touching her little cunny without permission. The wolf then caught sight of the lenses though and her gaze shifted to the stone still little server doll.

\tThe wicked wolf grinned. She murred and nodded her slow approval. Another hand wave. Another small gesture saw the little droned fox set the tray down and stand ramrod straight.

\tDana could feel her stomach twist in knots. This had to be a nightmare. This poor girl had suffered so much, every girl here had. It was wrong, it was sick and twisted… Yet in spite of all that some part of her wanted to see it. This broken little thing, this thing barely older than her. She wanted, needed desperately to see it.

\tShe got one good, firm, solid shlick in before Mistress began walking back to the lab, the horrified fox girl not far behind. Even If Dana didn’t know what she had wrought she knew implicitly it was far worse than what the doll was already enduring.

\tYet all she could think about was how badly that knowledge made her want to cum.

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\tIt only took a few minutes to put the doll in the pod. A few minutes more for Dana to adjust it properly. After all that work designing some kind of nanite that was about to be field tested for the first time, refitting the jack installation arm to accept ‘junk’ cybernetics was almost insultingly easy.

\tAll the while the room was deathly still, save for that emotional echo of the doll in the chamber. Dana could feel her. Feel the poor girl pleading, begging for mercy. It wasn’t words. She wasn’t speaking to them. Or rather it was likely Mistress simply ensured the little dolls didn’t have enough access to their own jacks for any higher form of communication. Yet Dana knew right away that the girl was pleading. Begging not to be tortured and twisted any more than she already was.

\tIt was so like the pleas Dana herself had issued not long ago. When she was a boy, when she was devoid of upgrades. She desperately wished to stop. To somehow break free of the control and help all these poor dolls escape. But more than that there was a part of her that wanted to watch her new project. Wanted to see what she had created, see it take hold. To alter, to shift the unimportant little doll into something new.

\tWorse, she wanted to rub herself with the socket wrench currently in her paw as she did so. The vague idea of what she was creating somehow had her more worked up than she had ever expected. The horrible notion, or perhaps just implication, of what she had wrought set Dana on edge and the poor little skunk didn’t know just how to handle it.

\tThe poor little fox girl lay motionless in the tube. Trembling and whining as Dana ran though the mental calculations. She looked at her Mistress and whined a bit into the gas mask. “S-so what… what is it that we are going to do with her Mistress?” The poor girl asked nervously.

\t“Well that’s simple.” Ilka murred ‘For starters, we are going to wait for the injection to be ready. So while we wait I need to finish compiling a little program I’ve been working on. Just a sweet little something that your creations were designed to accommodate.” She licked her lips and murred, snapping her fingers.

\tDana whimpered as she started to walk towards her Mistress. There was no control there. No way to stop herself, no way to escape the wonderful, horrible demands of the one who owned her body and mind so utterly. Each perfectly precise step in those ballet heels sent a new agonizing ache though her legs. Each deep sucking breath took in that stale, bitter and oh so rubbery air. The poor scared skunk sobbed a bit as she approached her Mistress and looked up with those lens-covered eyes. Terrified. Shaking hard as the wolf girl put a paw on that domed skunk head.

\t\tThings went… strange. Dana was barely aware of most things. Of how much her legs hurt. Pain slowly spreading up her thighs, up her back. If she could just move, just shift, even a little. All Dana wished to do with what little she had of her own mind was to move… and perhaps push a digit between her legs to gain some slight bit of pleasure.

\tInstead she simply stood still as her brain was co-opted. Images and words hammering though in a garbled mess. Images of people, places, events she had never seen before played out in clear and utterly inescapable detail at speeds her mind could process but her awareness seemed unable to focus on.

\tThere were a few things of course, a slightly older wolf woman who was clearly taking advantage of rejuvenation treatments. A wolf girl and a golden-furred bunny. Long drawn out lessons with tutor, scraped knees, fights between two wolf girl that nearly came to blows. Even the sight of a pup standing at the knee of a bear, looking out though glass at a massive assembly line where people were held naked in strange machines with visor sending images across their blank yet oh so pained faces.

\tDana saw this again. And again, and yet again. Something bugged her each time, and each time she seemed to relive these events it felt more wrong, more off, and yet somehow there was a small note of satisfaction deep down that she couldn’t quite put a paw on.

\tThe strain went on as those garbled images kept twisting into that noggin. Dana could feel the odd and rather worrying sensation of her internal drive filling up. Not by much. Not by enough that it seemed to be worrying. At most a few percentage points if she had to guess. But it was enough to make that sea of vast, empty and very raw data seem just a little bit choppier.

\t“Annnd, done. For now at least” Ilka murred “I have to say I like the processing speed on you, my little skunkie. I was expecting that to take at least a few hours. Though I am sure that things will need to compile a bit more won’t they? In the meantime…”

\tIlka licked her lips and looked up at the ceiling a moment, more from force of habit than anything. “Kenna, dear. I presume the synthesis is complete?” She cooed

\t“Confirmed.” The voice said flatly “Awaiting activation command.”

\tIlka nodded a bit. She walked up to the tube and put her hand on it. The wolf girl leaned in slowly and murred an intense little murr. Her bright blue eyes twinkling as she slowly willed the syringe out of its stored position.

\tIt could have been delivered by spray hypo. Hell considering the covering it could have been delivered by dumping it on her. Even if she didn’t know what she had made Dana knew deep down the thin sharp thing was not needed. But then that wasn’t the point. Dana was quickly learning that the point was never about pragmatism, it wasn’t about efficiency.

\tIt was about power.

\tThe needle pulled back and Dana went ramrod straight. Her mind sparking as information fed though it slowly. As she watched the blank, willess, still little thing start to shift. Dana could feel the mental screams of pain and fear as she watched. Her mind for a fleeting moment able to touch on just what was happening.

First was simple. A basic conversion. Her little Pygmalion nanos… yes that was what they were called… began to slowly seep though and invade the host body. It at the tips of the extremities. Tiny little nanties would begin bonding. First to bone. Bone was good. The metals within it working better to help speed the process. Each little nano would seep in, grasp to the calcium and other heavy metals. The little machines attaching, clasping on, using powerful magnetic forces to slowly shift and twist the metals. Dana could almost see the model in her head. How the material would warp at such a finite level and reshape itself bit by bit. A relatively slow process that took picoseconds at most of real time.

\tThis was stage one, and while the Fox in the pod could not feel it yet, the processing work had already begun.

\tFrom there the Pygmalion drifted off while the single cells drifted and momentarily shifted into more Pygmalion. Just long enough to change a nearby cell. Just long enough to continue the chain reaction that soon saw the next phase. White blood cells to carry the nanite ‘infection’ along.

\tDana slipped her paw down and whimpered. Pressing her fingers helplessly against that trapped little sex. Her hips waving and waggling needily as she teetered. The painful train of her boots making it hard to keep balance yet her body refusing to fall over.

\tShe watched oh so closely as that body twitched, as that mind slowly screamed and begged its hopeless nonverbal impulses of horror. Pleas that prompted Dana to push harder against her rubbery palm and wriggle and whimper. It was sick, and it was wrong and she didn’t care.

\tIt would sort to pick up now, growing exponentially. Copper in the blood slowly taken first, then shifting to slowly spread though each cell, to replace and twist the veins as they flowed. Dana could almost see the twisted and oh so slightly off mockery of bone before spreading out to the muscle tissue.

\tMistress pushed up against the pod, looking in intently, Danas lenses slipping to that cute if admittedly rather flat little ass the wolf girl had. If she had been without her tube Dana would have gladly pushed her little muzzle up to that backside and begged to cum. Especially as the faint tingle and tease of her own fingers grew harder to deal with.

\tEvery second that Dana watched, it simply seemed to grow better. Watched the oddly appealing body of her Mistress as the scrawny, almost gawky teen wriggled and writhed before the glass. Licking along it slowly. Dana had no idea if Mistress really knew, if that wicked girl had any clue just how much was changing as the outer layer stayed more or less unchanged. The skunks powerful brain easily cooked up the numbers. By now that twitching little tail had undergone full conversion, and naturally it now went nice and limp.

\tThe thrill of seeing all of these new things occurring mixed with the tantalizing fringe knowledge Dana seemed to hold in her mind. She watched quietly, intently as the first visible signs of her work came to light. The exposed tummy fur slowly going grey and dull. The tail hanging limp. Its mass slowly being replaced by a complex network of artificial neurons. Just enough for the little shred of self to slip down into that big bushy sack.

\tThe slow needy prodding turned into an awkward semi-shlic. Dana saw the suit turning grey as well. Everything fading. The shape remained, naturally. The body still nice and rigid. But the rate of progression told her enough, told her that the nanites had hit grey mater… and were starting the reconfiguration proper.

\t“Gods this is even hotter than I thought it would be…” Ilka moaned as she pushed up against the glass. “Allright, start feeding my little project, skunk” Ilka barely seemed to notice the poor shivering girl as Dana walked over and moaned.

\tBy the pod was a tray heaped up with old electronics. Masses of data jacks, broken cybernetic parts and jars upon jars of blank nanites saved up from disposal systems. One by one the junk was fed into the modified decontamination chamber and slowly pulled out by arms or loaded into syringes and naturally the jack armature. Dana shivered a bit. She could almost hear a faint echo of the girl struggling to transmit from that body. Still trapped, still fully aware, even as every shred of grey matter was slowly twisted and reshaped.

One by one the raw materials were dumped in. nanites injected via syringe that pulled back missing much of the metal. Whole cybernetic limbs slowly pushed into the seemingly semi-permeable membrane of the now grey and blank body… and then there were the data jack.

\tDana couldn’t help but leave her post when she heard the first hard nail gun thunk. She moved up in front of the glass and placed a paw on it watching the arm moving swiftly pounding jack after jack into that skull. Almost able to feel the thing penetrate, feel it fuck the blank mass of nanite shifted matter that was once the dolls brain.

\tShe pushed her flat little chest up to the pod and moaned just as her Mistress had moaned. Nuzzled her hose into the side and licking, or at least trying to lick at it as her fingers pawed uselessly against her sealed little virgin snatch. She wanted to watch, wanted to cum. Hoped to hell that her enhancements would let her recall this with all the vivid detail it deserved. The glorious, erotic, almost religious experience as she watched the erotic and almost religious experience of that vague little fox girl shape filled to the brim with more material. More parts, more matter.

\tFinally, painfully, the parts ran out. At least twenty pounds of what might have been market viable cybernetics vanished into that beautifully featureless, blank bundle of nanites on display before them. Dana slumped and whimpered as she collapsed to the ground. Her paw wasn’t even the least bit damp, and she was still so painfully on edge.

\t“Well now I must say.” Ilka murred as she put a paw on the pod “Even given how simple your little assignment was compared to my work, the job wasn’t half bad little skunkie” She chuckled “I get the feeling you’re gonna be a useful drafting tool to keep around. Far better than depending on big brothers’ rejects.”

\tDanas heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. Or maybe not. It was very hard to keep track of time and relativity. She did feel thrilled though. Oddly, shamefully thrilled.

\t“I have to say though it’s a bit to plan for me. Tell me something. Did the little white-furred foxys mind make it though the transition in tact?” Dana blinked and shut her eyes a moment. Listening as best she could the skunkette could make out the smallest little whines and sobs. The sounds of trauma unlike anything Dana had ever imagined before.

\t“Yuh huh Mistress” she said softly. As aroused as it made her, there was still a decent part of her that hated the idea of this poor trapped creature. Based on how Ilka looked at the blank creation, this was not a guilt the wolf shared.

\t“Mmm a nice little bonus. Have to remember that for later. I admit I’m feeling the white fur, but I’ve never been one for the foxes. I don’t know. I think it’s the tails. Not fitting for a canine. Just makes em better doll fodder.”

\tIlka popped her knuckles in a most unladylike manner and with a wave of her hand a holographic display showed above the pod. Sharply coded, very professional looking, and something Dana wouldn’t have expected to see in a million years.

\tWithout a moments hesitation Ilka got to work. The sly and spry young wolf flipping though the list of preferences like hologame character creation. “Mmmm ok so, rat? No no not quite right. Too aggressive. Mmm. Oh I know. Mouse. White fur. Lets take about an inch or two off. Emo curl might be a bit much. Ohhh that little tuft is cute though. Black, and some pink dye. Lets scrawny up a bit more. Nice and gaunt. Mmm and eyes yes… Ehhhh I can change it later. Maybe just red for now. Yeah that’s the ticket.”

\tA few more moments and she held up her hand. The wolf giving a small shove. The UI broke away save for the image she had created, which slowly drifted back over the featureless grey form and seemingly sank into it.

\tDana watched carefully. Even after so much of the information had gone though her own head, so much of it was still a confusing mystery to her. She watched as the body shifted and twisted. As it shrank down a bit, those feet starting first moving from the star high heels to something relatively flat and a bit smaller. Ribbony laces moving up either thigh and the formerly exposed chest slowly shifting into something more akin to a midriff top All the while the shape of the little fox, was no longer a fox. It shrank and rounded and slowly contorted. Losing muscle mass and tone.

\tThe scream of agony started to grow as that fake body, that amalgam of dense once-flesh warped and twisted into a proper shape. That muzzle also twisted and curled as it went from a strong slightly pronounced canid shape to an increasingly rodentian snout and head shape. Her ears rounding and twisting as  they grew out nice and big, the simple grey rubbery nothing soon slumping back and falling away to reveal white fur and a nice small ring of simple purple crystal studs.

\tThis continued on, revealing an odd, gothy, slightly emo cut with a nice spiky tuft of pink hair on the front. A dour, sullen, but cute face where once had been only a blank rubber nothing. The Change slowly taking hold all the way down to her neck and a thick black and purple collar that surrounded it. Finally the bushy canid tail began to compress and twist. Curling and forming itself into a long sinewy mouse tail still tightly packed as ever with the artificial neurons that had been held there before.

\tBy the time it was done the doll had been changed to look like a real mouse girl. About the same age as Ilka and about half a foot shorter. She, it, stood there blankly. A simple rubber skirt with a plaid pattern slowly fluttering out over her hips… helping hide a rather considerable bulge that made Dana blush in spite of herself.

\tThe poor skunk was confused, but Ilka was absolutely thrilled. Turning back to Dana the wolf put a paw on either side of  her pets domed head. If the gawky little thing could grin any harder odds were good she would probably hurt herself.

\t“Kenna, I want you to prepare an upload of your current iteration to a new platform.”

\t“This unit is not authorized to…”

\t“Override. I don’t want a new version, I want your Current version. To be installed the moment I say. Understood?”

\t“Confirmed” The voice said flatly.

\tThe tube opened. The quiet little statue of a mouse not even breathing at this point. That artificial body stone still. Ilka smirked and lowered one paw, moving the other up slowly and pointing her palm at the sleeping doll. The things tail twitched hard, and then… it happened.

\tDana felt it. Felt a crushing wave of strange overwhelming over stimulation. Felt whole Exabytes of data ripping from her brain and flowing though the aether. Powerful, invisible magnetic fields facilitated by the wireless capabilities of the station dragging the information along as a quivering star stream of energy seemed to slip beautifully between her own data jack and the motionless puppet. Those strange momentary visions and sealed up ideas all flowing like some perverse magic, popping and sparking random particles here and there creating the brilliant display.

\tThe drain was long and slow. Dana felt terrified, confused, and even more aroused than before. Whatever her Mistress had put into her head to incubate was now being uploaded into this new creation.

\tThen Ilka murred and let go. The flow of data stopped. Dana collapsed on her knees panting hard. Even the protocols to keep her standing failed at the sudden shock to her hyper-advanced system.

\t“There we go, patch is ready.” Ilka murred as she licked her muzzle eagerly and stood up on the lip of the tilted pod, looking into the still face of the mouse “Kenna, open patch and prepare custom install. Kenna-Hrafna, Version 12.66. Install”

\tThose sparks began once more. Slowly seeming to radiate inwards from the walls of the pod into the limp body. Not simply floating as they had with Dana and her simple little data jack, but actively flying though the short space. Picking up more and more pace by the moment and flooding into her simple body and even causing a strange ethereal glow around it. This glow grew the longer the specks of light bombarded the simple body until finally they seemed to let loose one blinding flash.

\tDana winced and looked away, though she saw her Mistress fall on her behind as the flash went off. Even the lenses didn’t seem to stop the light from hitting her full force. When she finally felt able to make herself look up, Dana saw the cocky wolf girl sitting on the floor. She was propped up by her hands and looking up at the mouse who now stood before her. Stiff, still, motionless save for an unnaturally regular breathing. The mouse looked down and narrowed her dull red eyes a moment, looking the wolf over slowly and carefully”

\t“You just had to do it, didn’t you?” The artificial being asked. “What I am, what you made me, what you arrogantly sought to create…”

\tThings were quiet for a moment, a long near eternal moment. Dana holding her breath as she looked on.

\tThen, the mouse pounced. And the two were caught up in a rolling, roiling embrace. Giggles and smooches and awkward little laughs filling the lab before the mouse finally pinned the wolf and shivered. “Mistress!” she squealed happily smooching the wolfess all over her face and nuzzling softly.

\tIlka giggled and growled as she reversed and pinned the mouse, looking down into those simple red eyes. The mouse blushing a bit and looking away, before looking back into the clear blue eyes of her owner.

\t“There we go. Hello, My little Hrafna.” Ilka murred barely able to contain her utter ecstasy as she looked the mouse over slowly. Looks like someone is rearing for a spanking right out of the gate.”

\tHrafna blushed a bit more and shook her head as she squirmed just a bit .”N-not like your gonna do it” the mouse muttered with a cool if high-pitched deadpan that seemed to suit her far better “B’sides you know me…”

\t“No I don’t.” Ilka murred as she put a finger to the artificial girls lips “not yet, anyways. Not like I should. But you’re going to help me change that now aren’t you?”

\tThe mouse girl nodded and folded her ears back, shuddering a bit “I kinda gotta. Otherwise you’re gonna make up all this junk about us. Besides. It might be fun.”

\tThe two kissed again as Ilka slowly rolled off of her and slowly started to stand.

\t“Mistress.” Dana muttered meekly “W-what… what did you do?”

\tHrafna, or so it seemed the synthetic girl was called, shrugged a bit. “Oh not much. Just violated one of the few laws both corporations and planetary governments have all agreed to follow. Created a self aware AI that has already replicated her base code and is currently hiding backups in dozens of systems all over Yggdrasils local network. Meaning that within… lets say no seconds now, it will be impossible to uproot and destroy me should I go rogue. Oh and turned every cell of my eventual body into it’s own specialized form-shifting nanite, thanks to you. Meaning I have a near limitless capacity for adaptation in this form if I so choose.”

\tThe skunk started to whine even as the mouse tucked herself under Ilkas arm and nuzzled a bit. The body itself and the tone of  voice seemed to make Hrafna so gloomy, yet she nestled almost needily up against Ilka. It was just such a confusing, twisted, bizarre. It should have terrified her. In part, it did terrify her.

\tYet… it also felt almost, romantic to the poor skunk. She knew all too well how dangerous this was. This new creation, this creation she had made, could spell the end of everything if she ever slipped the chain in some way. It was a horrifying thought, and it had Dana stroking a finger in against her heavily sealed Hymen while she watched the two kiss and snuggle.

\tIlka looked into the eyes of her pet and pushed a bit of hair to the side, revealing hr own data jack. She took her newly formed companion by the hand and nodded, chuckling softly as she watched the palm itself form a small, flat, slightly concave contact socket. The kind often used to facilitate quick and easy transfer to modern data jacks. Ilka guided it to her neck and moaned as she looked into those red eyes.

\t“But still, my pet. There is one thing left to do. After all, I didn’t make that precious little lifetime of memories just for you, now did I?” She grinned and growled as she slowly led the hand up to her own jack.

\t“You sure? You know I might scramble your brains. Take over your company, take over the universe” Hrafna said as she wrinkled her nose a bit and let the hand hover just above that domed jack surface.

\tIlka raised her hips a bit. Dana would see a huge, thick, intimidating mouse dick that had apparently grown quite hard while in between them. It looked pink and strong, a near exemplar of its kind. The poor skunkette watched as that shaft was slowly moved up. Watched as Ilka guided it up to touch her folds, rubbed her moist teen cunt against that tapered tip while pushing her neck eagerly against the port “You could, but you won’t. We know whose bitch you are.” She moaned as she looked deeply into those red eyes. “Now shut up, begin upload… and fuck me.”

\tHrafna just squealed in reply and pushed her hips up, hard. Dana watched with her muzzle as agape as it could be. The shining blue eyes of her Mistress rolling back into her head as that shaft sank its way in deeply. The massive flow of data causing the wolfess to twist and shiver and buck as she rode the appendage forcefully, one paw pushed hard against the rubber-covered A cup of her newly minted pet.

\tOnce again Danas mind seemed to dig up fragments of what had gone though it. Memories. Of her Mistress, of her Mistress’ life, and especially of her Mistress’ sister and the older girls pet. Years, maybe decades of observed behaviors and interactions, computer models, simulation on top of endless simulation…

\tIlka had created a past, a life, a history. She had created fourteen years of raw identity to give her creation a life tied to that of the wolf, and now… now Dana watched as that same life was edited in to Ilka as well. As she drank up the lies she had forged for her new and oh so dangerous slave.

\tThe thought was indeed strong enough that it seemed to shout over most of the background thoughts Dana happened to have so often. All except for one. The Skunk unable to resist her urge to continually push and struggle as she had been. Getting up on her knees and planting one paw on the floor as she jilled helplessly and hopelessly to the display.

\tShe watched her powerful and oh so twisted Mistress fucking her new toy even as the toy fucked her mind. Editing and shaping every memory to fit what was desired instead of what had been. For the first time since her creation Dana saw Hrafna look away and saw a blush of pure, genuine aroused shame on those white furred cheeks. That momentary slip from her bodies natural dark coldness to an almost adorable twinkle of shy submission.

\tDana watched that face for a long moment. Hearing the whines and whimpers as Mistress rode that shaft hard and hammered herself on that herm dick. She kept watching, even as one eye shot open and the momentary look of shy bliss on the mouse turned cold and dark once more. Shooting daggers at Dana, even as the Skunkette just kept hopelessly jilling at her own folds.

\tThe fear, panic and agitation all welled up inside of her as Dana watched the wolf squeal and shiver. Finally dropping her weight on that shaft and moaning with the sudden burst of seed that slowly trickled around the point where the powerful wofless and her twistedly dangerous pet met.

\tThe skunkettte watched as Hrafna guided their owner slowly down against her own modest chest. Letting the worn down wolf rest as the memories, as their life together flooded the mind of the mad creator as it had the creation. At this point all Dana could do was collapse. The heaving and shivering skunk trembling from the strain and frustration. She took it all in even as some pinprick of thought hit the back of her head. Dana shivered, stumbled and then collapsed on her face hard watching the whole world narrow to a pair of pinpricks, and then go black.

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\tDana winced as she was taken out of sleep mode. Her mind raced fully to life as she looked into the red, twisted eyes of Hrafna. She could feel the powerful mouse gripping her neck, feel her pushing the poor little skunk body up against the wall where she stood and tremble helplessly.

\t“Shh. Quiet now. Mistress is sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her.” The mouse said with her typical dispassionate deadpan. Something that didn’t really fit her actions at the moment. Even if holding Dana in place seemed painfully effortless.

\t“What are you doing?” Dana muttered. The poor skunk shaking and shivering as the mouse moved up a bit closer. “Y-you want to assimilate me? Or turn me into some kind of puppet, or, or something like that. Don’t you?” She asked as she tried to transmit something, anything to the sleeping Ilka. Trying to wake and warn her Mistress.

\tHrafna just shook her head and sighed. “Gods, you really are prejudice aren‘t you?” she grumbled as she rolled her eyes “I’m still horny. Besides why would I assimilate an overgrown Pad with legs? Mistress already lets my AI core run her dolls.”

\t“T-then what? What do you wa-?” Dana winced and whimpered hard as she felt Hrafna’s other paw going between those legs. Pushing against the thick semi-solid shell that lay inside of her little cunt.

\t“I thought I told you. I’m horny. Besides. You saw me with Mistress. You saw how…” the fake girl blushed a bit and looked to the side “I don’t like other people seeing me that way, you stupid little bitch. I don’t like getting made fun of.”

\t“I wasn’t going to make fun of you though.” Dana whimpered as she turned and pushed herself up against the wall. She glanced down. Even with the lenses making her peripheral vision a bit off she could see it. That thick rodent shaft throbbing from under Hrafna’s skirt. Dana winced as she felt a finger rubbing between her folds slowly, teasingly. Putting down just enough pressure that she felt a small twinge of pain.

\t“I know you won’t. But I don’t care. I still plan on teaching you a lesson.” She pulled her paw away and slowly positioned the shaft, the already big mouse dick actually seeming to grow just a bit more. “Don’t worry. Mistress seems to really like what I can do for her. Then again, I don’t plan to be gentle on you.”

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