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But can you predict what is up next? I know this may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I figured for all the ubozo fans out there and others with a thing for this kind of... fun. It's a nice little addition before we get to the next part.\n\nWarning, I the last story squicked you out, this one VERY MUCH will. Just... trust me on this one.\n\nQuestions, comments and constructive criticism adored.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Because I don't have a clue when inspiration will hit me or how.

Yes it looks like this will be a three parter. But can you predict what is up next? I know this may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I figured for all the ubozo fans out there and others with a thing for this kind of... fun. It's a nice little addition before we get to the next part.

Warning, I the last story squicked you out, this one VERY MUCH will. Just... trust me on this one.

Questions, comments and constructive criticism adored.", "writing": "By Right Side Story: Innovation, part 2\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\t“This is your friendly reminder, Miss Ilka. A new version of the Kenna AI is currently available for download. Please take the time and authorize this upgrade at your earliest convenience”.\n\n\tIlka sighed and shook her head softly. “Yeah yeah. Didn’t I shut these reminders off like two weeks ago?”\n\n\t“Automated update reminders are not an optional feature. Users are not authorized to silence them.” The AI replied in a rather flat monotone.\n\n\t“Yeah, I know. That’s why I had to get into your code. Never mind. If this works out it should shut you up for good, and there won’t be any worry about you taking back info to mommy dearest.” the wolf girl leaned back in her cushy silvery lounge chair and slowly began to stretch and twist around. The seemingly rigid form quickly bent and twisted itself in near-anticipation of every move she made. First following the contour of her popping back, then forming itself so that her side was cushioned as she rolled onto it. Finally twisting and arching around to provide a stable platform as she rolled on her tummy. All the while super-thin wires kept the seat suspended and stable while staying just out of her way. \n\n\tIlka propped herself up and looked at the sweet little skunk girl in the pod. Brightly flashing lights of different shades and shapes all flickered in the space between Dana and the pod window. Equations and concepts and data all pushed to the point where it only barely registered subliminally. As she watched the AI continued its overall mapping. The information appearing on a readout in the window overlooking her currently dormant processing facility. “Ok then Kenna, tell me true now. Is this little rat really packing any unique mechanical skills upstairs?”\n\n\t“Correction, Lady Ilka. Skunks are not Rats. They are members of the…”\n\n\t“yeah yeah. It’s all the same really. Just warm bodies and useful materials. It’s called hyperbolae Kenna”\n\n\t“Correction. Hyperbolae is generally categorized as.”\n\n\t“Oh my gods!” The wolf girl grumbled “Just, please. Answer my questions, get me an Aether natural and stop correcting me for once in your gods damned run time.”\n\n\t“Order received” the computer said, naturally having not a shred of offense to the clear irritation. Before long another of the blank little things came in. Some form of canine with its head blanked out and flat little chest on display. On the drone girls tray was a simple Ruben sandwich, a can and a glass with some ice in it.\n\n\tIlka shifted around and sat back up in her seat as she looked the display over. She popped the can open herself and poured out the crystal clear, slightly blue-tinted cola over the ice. Most brands of soft drink the company had came with a ‘natural’ version that was supposedly made with nothing but actual plant-based materials and carbonated water. It was one of those affordable luxuries so many middle-class drones on colonies and stations all over the milky way reveled in. Of course the only difference between regular and ‘natural’ outside of the Yggdrasil stations proper was the label, and a slight increase in some of the more addictive additives, including the blue glow-dye for the natural.\n\n\tSomething about that fact just made her own pop seem so much sweeter to Ilka as she sipped it down slowly.\n\n\t“Ok. Lets start this again, Kenna. Slowly and calmly. Simple questions, easy answers. Question one. Is the skunk in the pod there a viable girl genius?”\n\n\t“Affirmative” Kenna noted\n\n\t“I don’t just mean like ‘smarter than normal’. I mean is she able to process or work with data better than what I currently have on hand?” Ilka clarified rather shortly.\n\n\t“Confirmed” the AI droned “Both her current stores of data and natural learning capacity based on cerebral architecture suggest high degrees of mechanical aptitude. Gender-correction has not hindered this capacity in spite of hormonal shifts. Optimal route for data jack insertion already confirmed. Advise low damage insertion and integration though Probe-assist integration methods.”\n\n\tIlka rolled her eyes a bit and leaned forwards “That was already the plan. Look how about something useful. Does the data suggest that she might lose any of her… unique insights, if we install and enhance some of these upgrades?”\n\n\tThe Ai went quiet for a long moment. “Most recent re-assessment confirms previous estimations. Likely 77% chance unit will retain creativity and dynamic thought under heavy upgrades. 94% chance that failure may be reversed by template already present in Sisyphus nanohive. Risk is considered acceptable.”\n\n\tLooking over the numbers for herself, Ilka smiled a bit as she took another big bite of her sandwich and leaned back. She’d been working on this little project of hers for a while. But sadly there wasn’t anything she could really use to get the results she wanted, not until now. Ilka smirked to herself and waved her hand turning the chair to meet the poor skunk girl in full.\n\n\tDana was out of it. The flashing images and thankfully contained sounds bombarding her were probably enough to give a girl epilepsy. Not that it mattered too much for what Ilka had in mind. The images stopped just as suddenly as they had started and the poor skunkette was left laying in a small puddle of her own sweat and tears. Her body far too stunned to move and more than a bit limp.\n\n\tMuch to Ilkas pleasure, it seemed the pain and strain had also made her poor little cutie quite a bit wet as well. Not something easily hidden in Danas position “Well now little one I hope you have been enjoying your entrance exam. Don’t worry It gave teacher a chance to get lunch” she held up the sandwich and grinned. “I’ll get one for you too once we are done. Aether cola ok I assume? Nah, you look more like a rootbeer girl. I think we can get you some Two-barrel when this is all over. Gods know I never touch the stuff”\n\n\tThe poor, broken little skunk leaned up and pushed her paws hard against the glass. Tears streaming down her face and body shaking like a leaf. “L-let me out of here! You cant’ do this to me. Please it hurts so bad. I want it to stop. Please” The weak little arms of the now female skunk smashed impotently on the pod door. She pushed herself up against it, tears streaming down her face, and then just slumped back turning to the side and hiding her face as that tail wrapped around her.\n\n\tIlka waited it out. The wolf sat there munching her lunch and sipping her pop quietly while she let the shivering little skunk sob it out. She waited until Dana seemed to slip off into a near sleep, and then tapped the glass, drawing the poor little things attention.\n\n\t“Now then little one. Since I think we can both assume you are done throwing your little bitch fit, we can get down to more important matters can’t we?”\n\n\tDana nodded. What else could she do? For now at least she was totally trapped and helpless. A prison barely big enough to fit her with tools and medical implements that could warp her in countless agonizing ways in an instant. \n\n\t“Ok then” Ilka nodded as she held up a silver device about three inches in length and a full inch around. Capped off by a rather pristine looking disc akin to what one would see on a high-end holoprojector. “So what can you tell me about this?”\n\n\tAfter a few painful moments wiping the tears from her eyes Dana looked up at the little plug of metal and blinked. It looked unremarkable to the naked eye, but then looks so very rarely mattered. Dana could see a few telltale shimmers and twists of light See the odd grain to the metal. Not to mention the natural familiarity to the shape.\n\n\t“I… it’s a data jack, ma’am.” Dana muttered meekly. The sight of that poor feline getting the jack forcibly shoved into her head made Dana wince and covered her head protectively.\n\n\tIlka looked on, looked back at the readout, then smirked. It may have been an accident, but the girl seemed to know exactly where this nice, long and particularly thick little beauty was going.\n\n\t“Good girl” Ilka cooed the way one would to a puppy “That’s a smart little skunkie. Of course I was kind of hoping you knew the exact model number and type. I mean you nailed down the beauties on my little dollies” she murred softly. Ilka flipped the plug a moment and ran her thumb over the pale off-white dome at the cap, almost able to see how the lights so often sparkled and shimmered on this model. “I have need of you, little miss Rook. You can be useful to me. Useful in a way that few people could ever hope or dream. The down side, well the big one, is that you have a non-zero chance of losing some of yourself. I hesitate to say death because, well, thanks to my brother death is almost irrevocably denied you as an escape. Even if he did not realize it.”\n\n\tIlka licked her muzzle slowly and cooed leaning in and scrunching her nose as she watched Dana squirm and simper. The poor things better, higher judgments slowly overtaken and crushed under the weight of absolute dread.\n\n\t“The up side? A hand picked suite of brand new wetware courtesy of yours truly. The kind of stuff most deckers and brain boys only dream of getting their hands on. Some of it is just going to help make sure you don’t get any silly ideas about going rogue naturally. Can’t have something cute like you becoming a threat now can we?”\n\n\tThe wolf fell quiet for the longest time and Dana finally looked up a bit. She shook her head. More in the hopes of ending this quickly than anything. But they both seemed to know this wouldn’t end quickly or well.\n\n\t“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I think we can now give you a lovely little bit of choice. Such a rare gift for little slaves like you. Not that your kind is particularly equipped for it.” Ilka chuckled “But this one should be easy. I’m going to load your new little best friend into the decon hatch” she said as she opened a small door covered in decontamination and hazard symbols built into one side of the pod. Ilka placed the plug in and shut the door slowly making sure Dana could hear.\n\n\t“You can lay back, relax, and let Mr. Neural interface make soft, slow, tender love to your sweet lil noggin. Or…”\n\n\tThe skunk turned away quickly and pushed herself off to one side of the pod. Her hands going right where the Jack would go and tail curling over that. \n\n\tIlka murred and moved her way up to the pod. Putting a paw on the glass and leaning in, murring and nuzzling into it slowly. “I have to say I’m glad to see you chose this path runt.” She watched as a heavy shock incapacitated the poor girl and automated straps held her in place once more. Leaving Danas body totally exposed and at the whims of whatever Ilka wished. “Rape is always my favorite option too.” The teen moaned loudly and pushed her smallish chest up against the glass. Practically humping the pod as the straps fully secured the skunkette and one managed to wrap around her head pinning it firmly, painfully in place.\n\n\t“It’s a shame you won’t be getting it quite the same way as the girl down there, Dana. I mean seeing every inch of that big, thick, meaty jack ripping its way into your cute little virgin brain. Seeing it fuck your little skull, watching all those precious neural pathways seared off and hooked up to that beautiful, shiny spike with friendly little robots. Giving your brain a new center, a new focal point… A new purpose”\n\n\tHad Dana not been terrified out of her mind right now she might have been able to process the look on her abusers face. The sight of some over-eager virgin girl all too eager for her first night. Then again at Danas age it all just seemed like a terrifying and slightly confusing mess. Made worse by the growing stain of moisture between her now parted legs, and how enervated her whole body felt laying helpless in that sterile little tomb.\n\n\tThe plug injector stirred and twitched. Dana Tried once more to pull away as she saw that arm come to life. The newly clean and sterile jack loaded into the device as it strained the limits of its capacity to fit the thing in. \n\n\tShe expected to see it as she lay there. Even out of the corner of her eye. The telltale spark and glow as the machine hummed to life. The heavy vibrations of that far, far too big tip. The threat of such a powerful little implant being shot into her mind like some twisted piercing.\n\n\tIt was all so much she barely even realized as she heard her own voice begging, pleading for this to stop. She screamed and cried. She muttered incoherently and begged hopelessly for her Mistress to spare her this. Promising to be good, promising to obey. Promising whatever Mistress wanted if it meant not having this wicked, nasty implant in her head.\n\n\tThe arm moved slowly, much more slowly now than it had seemed to before. It gave Ilka time to climb her way up, gave her time to straddle the pod, to slowly rock and roll her hips right in view of Danas face. The young wolf was getting off on this. Her awkward, semi-stiff masturbation let loose as she eagerly fingered herself while looking down at the bound and helpless skunk. Soon there was a growing stain above Danas head that she could not ignore. The fruits of her Mistress’ arousal and her own inevitable peril.\n\n\t“Just sit back and take it you little cunt” Ilka moaned “Lay back and take it like the fuck toy you are. Let Mistress fuck that worthless mind, you little Cad program with legs” Each word was accompanied by another hard thump of that warm, young sex against the pod dome. Her fingers raked and scraped against the treated material and she began to gasp with absolute bliss as the arm finally met the spot just below the base of Danas skull on her rear left hand side. \n\n\tA sharp injection and Dana could do nothing but sob an unintelligible plea for mercy. She expected the thing to shove in hard, expected the plug for the jack to hammer in like the nail it clearly was. It didn’t, but she almost wished it did.\n\n\tRather than numb the pain the injection almost made the site feel hyper-sensitive. The inexperienced and helpless little skunk could feel as the machine slowly pushed the tip of the object up against her skull. She felt her flesh bend, yield, and then finally felt something she could only describe as a snap. If she knew what a hymen felt like when it broke it was probably the best kind of pain she could have equated it to. But instead Dana simply experienced a flood of strange sensations.\n\n\tPain, pressure, confusion and terror. The strange feeling of the plug slowly sinking in and her head slowly stretching and yielding its insides around it to give way. Something that felt just so utterly wrong and alien. Something she knew was an absolute horror and should hurt so badly. But instead all she felt was an intolerable and growing pressure in her head and a growing, twitching, convulsing moisture between her legs\n\n\tAll the while Ilka was slowly and methodically humping and grinding herself along the glass seemingly trying to match the slow, steady inward bound push of the jack. She had left the fruits of at least a couple orgasms on the domed top, not that Dana knew what that meant, and was looking intently at the skunkette who was now getting her mind literally fucked by her new upgrade.\n\n\tThis process went on for moment after long, agonizing moment. Danas thoughts clouded and her body shaking as she tried to keep some semblance of herself in the flood of new sensations and terrors.\n\n\tFinally, mercifully, it all stopped. The pain and the pressure, the clear and unnatural push of the spike deeper into her mind. Everything thankfully dulled as the jack finally met home against her skull and something began to slowly knit the flesh up to the proper joining points in the implant making the whole thing utterly seamless. \n\n\tIlka looked on at her current pet project and cooed. Her paw running slowly down the tube and tail waggling happily behind her. “Mmmm was it good for you too, skunk-bitch?” she growled cupping one of her breasts and grinning almost coyly. “I sure hope so. Nothing quite as sweet as a girls first time. Well, I guess unless you find ‘the one’, right?” She murred softly and leaned up against the pod once more looking casually at the still shaken and barely coherent Dana. “Oh don’t worry little one You’re an exception. Quite a few of them actually. See, I don’t just want you as a little drone. Oh no. My dollies are fun but you’re actually more useful as a tool. I mean unless you know of some cute stuffed animals that also double as Phillips-head spanners.”\n\n\tThe brown-furred little sadist giggle-snorted at her own joke and licked her muzzle slowly slipping along the glass to the other side “the good news, for you at least, is that you get to keep your old personality at the fore. With a few minor tweaks naturally. I mean you’re no good to me all caged up in a little doll waiting for death. Especially since, soon, death will be a near impossibility for our little playthings.” She giggled.\n\n\tDana shuddered. Somehow that made everything sound many thousands of times worse.\n\n\t“Mmmm but no” Ilka continued “I have a little pet project I want to work on. Did I mention that? I think I did. For it to work though I need some good new drafting software. Something to build a hardware platform and maybe even help me set up the software upgrade.”\n\n\t“I… I don’t know much about code Mistress” Dana sobbed. She was too weak, too broken, too disoriented to fight it at the moment. Her head almost literally swimming as it shifted and rearranged. Worse still, she knew what was going on. At least in broad strokes. New all the brain matter that had been eliminated was also copied rather extensively and that the plug in her head was slowly having itself rewired to replace and usurp those pathways. To usurp any thought in her head if Ilka so chose.\n\n\tThe pain, the fear, the uncertainty. Up until now all of it had been rather mild. Scary, yes, but manageable and with glimmers of hope that she could get away. Just spending the rest of her life some girl with neoteny who couldn’t die easily or whatever the nanites did.\n\n\tAs she felt the unsettling shifts of her new data jack settling, Dana had to accept that such a hope was now all but a pipe dream. The reality settled in, hard. Seeping deeply into her as she whined and whimpered helplessly and hopelessly. \n\n\tIlka herself was quite thrilled by all of this. She just slowly sank herself back into the seat as comfortably as she could and waved a hand as the arm retracted and other armatures started to move themselves out of the sides and into place slowly. “Now then, since you have a lovely little data jack here, I could just sit down and start tweaking that little mind now. After all, I don’t plan on shoving the same overrides and control protocols in you as I do my little dollies. So I don’t’ think it will take as long… maybe… or it could I don’t know.” The scrawny little timber wolf chuckled to herself and grinned wide at the skunky little victim she had so utterly in her clutches. \n\n\t“But as I am sure you heard from Kenna, that isn’t really what I have on the agenda right now. You have quite an interesting brain little one. But it could be better. Far, far better indeed” She murred licking her lips slowly. “In fact, I’d say it needs to be. Otherwise it is useless to me. No different than all my little dollies.”\n\n\tDana was going to ask what she meant, but unfortunately she didn’t have to. Images, a heavy and near blinding flash of statistics hit both her mind and her eyes as the technical readouts appeared before her in rapid succession. \n\n\tTwelve Yottabyte internal high-encryption drive. High end nanite-enhanced synthetic synaptic patch network to jack up thought speed by at least forty percent. ‘Wiseman’ cyber eye implants, reflex boosters, sensory boosters, a nasty looking spinal-integrated co processor. The list just kept going on and on.\n\n\t“Mistress, please.” Dana sobbed. Hoping the term might at least garner her a tiny bit of sympathy. “Please don’t do this. That parts list… I can’t handle it. Not all at once. M-maybe not at all! It’ll kill me.” She wriggled and writhed as the restraints tightened. The image before her on the holographic field shifted. A shot of herself… already surrounded. Two small syringes full of a strange and vibrant green liquid hovering over her eyes just out of her peripheral vision. Another full of a dull silver fluid over her head. The faintest little prick of some nasty device at the back of her neck. She wouldn’t know what any of this was, save that the sick wolf had shown it all to her at once.\n\n\t“Don’t worry little one. This won’t take long. We have more fun to get to after it anyways.” Ilka chuckled softly. She leaned back and just let out a contented sigh as screams began to fill the room. Not just screams from the speakers, but agonizing cries of horror that made it though the pod itself.\n\n\t“Kenna” Ilka chuckled softly as she finished the last of her sandwich and wiped her paws off on her dress. The outfit quickly shifting and shimmering as it wicked the grease out of its delicate fibers and left the rather uncouth pup once again looking far more nobly dressed than would fit her. “Better make that a rootbeer float. Actually, keep two on hand.” she chuckled. “I don’t know why but suddenly one of those sounds really, really good.”\n\n---\n\n\tDana woke in the pod. Of course she woke in the pod. Even after everything that had happened there was still some glimmer of hope that she could get free, but at this point that hope was little more than an unfair sliver of torture in the young boy, now girls, brain.\n\n\tThere was still a dull throbbing pain in several places. Not bad. No more than an inoculation hypo fresh after use. Which seemed odd since the poor girl knew most of these implants were nanite based and could have easily been done with spray hypos.\n\n\tThe only possible explanation was that Ilka was a twisted sadistic monster. Which she was, so at least that tracked. \n\n\tAlready everything felt off. Like a wave of anxiety was roiling in her head any time Dana tried to think. For every thought she tried to have three or four more popped up. Questions about her own past, about what had been done to her and why she was still alive. All that gear at once should have caused irreparable neural damage at once. That part worried her, but also kind of fascinated her. Dana certainly didn’t feel normal by any definition of the term. But she felt… fine. There really wasn’t any other word for it.\n\n\tHer thoughts came steady and normal. Her body felt a bit overly-sensitive but otherwise she could move. Or at least move as well as the restraints allowed.\n\n\tYes she was still in those stupid restraints waiting patiently for what was sure to be the next torture. Suddenly Dana kind of wished that she had, in fact, simply gotten fried out by all the hardware now surely lodged in her skill.\n\n\t“Mooooorning sleepy head” Ilka cooed as she tapped on the glass. “I was worried you were gonna be out for days. I really must say that you are full of pleasant surprises.”\n\n\t“Why?” Dana sobbed softly. “Why are you doing this to me? W-what did I do wrong? Why do you hate me?” The poor skunkette sobbed helplessly as she twitched and wriggled. Her body trembling and chest heaving helplessly.\n\n\tIlka, for her part, quirked her brow and looked on in utter confusion. “What do you mean? Why would I think you ‘did’ anything?” The wolf girl quirked her brow.\n\n\t“Y-you hurt me. You raped me. C-changed my body, put stuff in my head. I feel wrong. I feel sick. I wanna go home. I wanna go far away. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”\n\n\tIlka seemed genuinely stumped at the question. She looked on at the little skunk for a good long moment. Dana would almost be able to see the wheels turning as its frankly alien concept drifted around in Ilkas mind. Then, just as quickly, she just stopped and smirked giving little more than a shrug.\n\n\t“Allright then since I think we can assume that the implants have properly taken hold.”\n\n\t“Confirmed”. The Kenna AI noted\n\n\t“That… wasn’t a question Kenna. As I was saying. As we can assume that they have indeed taken hold. We only really have two things left to do before you are all ready. Don’t worry Dana this is where the real fun starts. I thin you’re going to have quite a bit of fun.”\n\n\tDana was not, and she knew it. Once again she watched as another thin, delicate armature slipped its way out of the housing and towards her body. At first she winced and tried to pull away as it made its way for her neck. As the small tip of it settled over and pushed against her new data jack though, the little skunk relaxed somewhat. Not that she could relax fully. Not with this. But with the initial threat of possible pain passing she could at least let her body relax. Which, naturally, soon led to sniffles, then sobs, then a thick stream of tears as the poor little skunk began to blubber helplessly.\n\n\t“Oh what is wrong now.” Ilka groaned\n\n\t“I don’t, I don’t want to.. I don’t want to be trapped. I don’t want to be a doll! Please don’t do this to me please. Please just don’t” the sobs turned into unintelligible blubbering quickly and left Dana a shaking, helpless mass trapped in her sterile little personal hell.\n\n\tIlka simply rolled her eyes and snapped her finger. Instantly the crying stopped and Danas muzzle shut. Not that the girl wanted it to shut. Not that she wanted the crying to stop or could have if she did. There was a hud-like set of visuals that formed in her eyes. \n\n\tOne of them, Dana saw, was a pair of small boxes in one corner under something she knew to read ‘incoming commands’, even if the letters themselves were somewhat unfamiliar to her.\n\n\t“Kenna. Is the upload ready? And the coating?” Ilka asked. A simple gesture brought a drone close. The blank once-fox thing holding up a tray with two rootbeer floats on it under a small glass dome. The tray itself worked as an anti-griddle. The lid insulating and keeping both treats cold, while probably freezing the poor little drones paws to the point of near damage. This little fact wasn’t lost on the smirking Ilka, who picked up the lid, took her drink from the tray and set it back down, her ear twitching ever so slightly in the direction of the silent and stone still rubber doll at her side.\n\n\t“Processing complete” Kenna responded “Requested data and omissions have been implemented. Upload has been optimized to minimize impact on subjects natural mechanical aptitude. Are there any final adjustments you wish to make?”\n\n\tThe young wolf leaned back and patted the domed, faceless, willess thing on the smooth, shiny domed head. She looked Dana over with a critical eye. She was clearly pondering. Clearly making firm and critical judgments. By now though the helpless little black furred girl didn’t have any delusions about what those judgments were. \n\n\t“Hmm, I thin a few shock-purple markings. Maybe to mimic those tail stripes? Something to set this unit apart. Shift the barcode down to just above her lil cunny…” Ilka grinned and murred a bit “And how about we give her a pretty little gas mask? It looked good on her as a boy. I don’t’ care what the fuck it’s attached to, if anything. Use your imagina… Just, extrapolate optimal results.” Ilka sighed and shook her head as she leaned back.\n\n\t“W… why?” it took almost everything the little skunk had to ask. Her body shaking. Her neural pathways almost entirely subverted by the mesh of metal and inorganic sheathing now wriggling around in her brain. The physical and mental strain wringing tears from her eyes even as her brain kept any crying and sobbing at bay.\n\n\t“Oh you and that question.” Ilka sighed. She stood up and set the barley-touched float on the domed fox girl head. The drone seeming to take the perfect posture to balance it. “If you really must know, I’m lonely. I’m very, very lonely. It’s been fine for the past decade, but now it’s starting to wear on me a bit. I want someone I can talk to. A pet who actually interacts with me. But none of the trash that winds up down in my little doll maker is good for anything other than what I give Them. Toys to be used or sold off.”\n\n\tDana gasped and went wide eyed. She tried to open her mouth, tried to say something more, but of course she just didn’t have it in her.\n\n\t“Commencing processing.” Kenna said simply.\n\n\tEverything turned to raw agony at that moment. Not pain. Pain was something easy to deal with. Pain was something Dana could understand. Pain was what Dana had felt as she was forced to watch all those images flashing and flickering before her. This was thousands of times stronger, thousands of times worse, and there was no way to escape it. \n\n\tTechnical schematics, product catalogues, research papers. The results of lab tests and field tests and secret tests on countless unwitting corporate citizens. Objective side by side product comparisons. Detailed material listings. \n\n\tAll Dana could do was lay there motionless. She could feel it. The data slipping and seeping though her mind just slowly enough that she could almost pick out whole shreds and thoughts and ideas. The fact that so many of them were fascinating, were possibly ground breaking. Confirming theories she had long held or busting them out of the water with startling revelations, all flowing though her mind at such agonizing speed and with such reckless abandon that it made her feel sick in ways almost impossible to describe.\n\n\tSuddenly, and without warning. Dana felt her eyes slip shut tight. She could still see what was going on. Even with her eyes closed it was like some crystal clear minds eye once again gave her the vision of her pod that the holographic image had with the implants. There she was. A helpless, shaking, shivering skunk with that wicked thing pumping the data into her like some primitive fire suppression unit. Another little mechanical arm moved up from the opposite end of the pod and quickly drew what looked to be a set of simple marks on her with some kind of marker. Once perfect circle around each eye, one around the tip of her nose and muzzle and then another simple line around the middle of her neck.\n\n\tWith that done the arm moved away and Dana watched, horrified, while the top of the pod slowly opened and some twisted, thick black goo began to slowly ooze out.\n\n\tIt wasn’t just goo. She knew that. Even in her addled and hyperactive mental state the motionless skunk girl could tell exactly what she was seeing. The thick, viscous rubbery liquid began to slowly pour down over her and instantly the little skunk could feel it seeping over her motionless body. Her now hyper-aware sense of touch registering perfectly every slow drip. Every seeping invasion. Every coated fur or hair that matted itself down and slowly pushed itself into place under that oily slimy mess of inky blackness overtaking her.\n\n\tThough it all she was trapped. So very trapped and helpless. The goo growing thicker and smoothing as she took in one deep, shaking, shuddering breath and let it out. As she arched her chest and whined. Unlike the other dolls she had seen her chest didn’t remain exposed. Every inch of her seemed to be slowly and carefully overtaken. First the goo quickly wrapping around her neck at the bottom of the mark on it. Then slowly creeping down her arms, her chest, her sides. Oozing and smoothing as the twisted rubber slowly crept over and began to harden like a second skin. A painfully tight casing that firmly pushed its way down her barley budding chest and down over her nice flat tummy. Dana winced as the stuff started to move along her tight, untouched little snatch. She could feel it as it crept in, pushing up against the fragile barrier and slowly coaxing its way along it. The sensation mind-blowingly bizarre and made no better by the information that kept flooding in. \n\n\tBiological specifics on the ways to best inflict pain and pleasure on others. Whole reams of company-backed pro-wolf speciesist propaganda. Just enough to half distract her, to keep her mind struggling, racing, shivering as the goo finally reached down her thighs, her shins and finally started to form themselves over her feet. Creating sharp, protruding ballet-heels that bent poor Danas muscles in ways she never thought possible.\n\n\tAt this point all that was left uncovered were her eyes and the tip of her muzzle. Everything up to the simple lines that had been drawn on now rested as a crushing, maddeningly thick and impossibly stiff second skin around her body. \n\n\tHer eyes shot open of their own accord. Out of the periphery she could see small, metallic rings slowly building up around them where the lines had been drawn. She took a deep, sucking breath and let it out nervously. Back trying to arch and ears trying to perk. She watched both from her own eyes and that twisted minds eye from outside. Watched as the rings stopped, as thick, hot purple, glowing lenses started to slowly move over her eyes. Assembling impossibly quickly in little squares until her vision was covered. \n\n\tA moment later she would feel a bulge along her neck as a purple strip of thicker rubber formed a collar-like shape, and finally a heavy hose formed around her nose. Slowly falling its way down. She tried once more to scream. Taking in breaths of now rubbery air. But naturally that did nothing but further remind poor Dana just how helpless and hopeless she really was. \n\n\tFinally, after what seemed like an eternity of fearful hopeless moments, Dana could feel the restraints slipping back. She could feel her body rise and wriggle under its own power again. She even felt the now goo-covered arm pull itself back off of her immaculate data jack and shluck off the residual rubbery residue like so much wet paint.\n\n\tThe pod door opened and Dana started to step out. Green lettering appearing in her purple tinted vision as she finally, mercifully was able to stand upright.\n\n\t“Not bad. Not bad at all” Ilka cooed as she paced around Dana. She ran her finger along the thick bushy tail, along the glowing purple skunk stripes covering her own natural white. Patting the domed head and scratching just behind that data jack slowly.\n\n\tA small box had formed on Danas hip. Really nothing more than an empty little chamber than anything with a few different honeycombed sections to help keep the air Rubbery and stale. Somehow Dana knew this and she whined as the hose was affixed to it. She tried to reach up and take the hose out… but she couldn’t, she knew she couldn’t. the poor little girl utterly helpless to fix such a simple problem for herself.\n\n\t“Y-you know I’ll never love you, right?” Dana whined as she stood there. Body forcibly adjusting itself on those ballet heels even as she tried to keep up on her own without whatever help her twisted brain was giving “A-after all you did. All you 5made me do. All that I-”\n\n\tIlka looked at the small girl in utter bewilderment. Not really sure what she was talking about. “Love you? I… Oh wow. Silly skunkie, where do you come up with such ideas” the wolf chuckled a bit “Silly goose. I already told you. You’re nothing more than a Cad program to me. Statistics and simulations. I could hollow out your personality and use you to play the stock market. Or maybe minmax AR game characters.” The wolf girl murred “No sweetie you’re different, but that doesn’t make you special. My other dollies are toys. Fun toys, mmm very fun toys” she growled leaning in and licking the rubber encased girls cheek.\n\n\tIn spite of herself, Dana shuddered.\n\n\t“No, I know who I want to love me. I know the only one, the only thing that is ever gonna make me happy. You’re just here to help with that.” Ilka kissed her new tool on the forehead a moment and then started to run her finger along a seemingly invisible seam that ran along the gas mask muzzle. It opened, and let the poor skunk take in a fresh breath of air.\n\n\t“But first, I promised you a treat didn’t I? Since you have been such a good girl” she picked up the lid and nodded to the Rootbeer float still sitting in place.\n\n\tDana sighed, slumped, then just took the treat. She collapsed cross-legged to the floor and started to scoop up a bit with the spoon. Her body, her mind, her soul, all far too twisted and warped to fight right now. Assuming she could ever fight again.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Right Side Story: Innovation, part 2

By TerraMGP

\t“This is your friendly reminder, Miss Ilka. A new version of the Kenna AI is currently available for download. Please take the time and authorize this upgrade at your earliest convenience”.

\tIlka sighed and shook her head softly. “Yeah yeah. Didn’t I shut these reminders off like two weeks ago?”

\t“Automated update reminders are not an optional feature. Users are not authorized to silence them.” The AI replied in a rather flat monotone.

\t“Yeah, I know. That’s why I had to get into your code. Never mind. If this works out it should shut you up for good, and there won’t be any worry about you taking back info to mommy dearest.” the wolf girl leaned back in her cushy silvery lounge chair and slowly began to stretch and twist around. The seemingly rigid form quickly bent and twisted itself in near-anticipation of every move she made. First following the contour of her popping back, then forming itself so that her side was cushioned as she rolled onto it. Finally twisting and arching around to provide a stable platform as she rolled on her tummy. All the while super-thin wires kept the seat suspended and stable while staying just out of her way.

\tIlka propped herself up and looked at the sweet little skunk girl in the pod. Brightly flashing lights of different shades and shapes all flickered in the space between Dana and the pod window. Equations and concepts and data all pushed to the point where it only barely registered subliminally. As she watched the AI continued its overall mapping. The information appearing on a readout in the window overlooking her currently dormant processing facility. “Ok then Kenna, tell me true now. Is this little rat really packing any unique mechanical skills upstairs?”

\t“Correction, Lady Ilka. Skunks are not Rats. They are members of the…”

\t“yeah yeah. It’s all the same really. Just warm bodies and useful materials. It’s called hyperbolae Kenna”

\t“Correction. Hyperbolae is generally categorized as.”

\t“Oh my gods!” The wolf girl grumbled “Just, please. Answer my questions, get me an Aether natural and stop correcting me for once in your gods damned run time.”

\t“Order received” the computer said, naturally having not a shred of offense to the clear irritation. Before long another of the blank little things came in. Some form of canine with its head blanked out and flat little chest on display. On the drone girls tray was a simple Ruben sandwich, a can and a glass with some ice in it.

\tIlka shifted around and sat back up in her seat as she looked the display over. She popped the can open herself and poured out the crystal clear, slightly blue-tinted cola over the ice. Most brands of soft drink the company had came with a ‘natural’ version that was supposedly made with nothing but actual plant-based materials and carbonated water. It was one of those affordable luxuries so many middle-class drones on colonies and stations all over the milky way reveled in. Of course the only difference between regular and ‘natural’ outside of the Yggdrasil stations proper was the label, and a slight increase in some of the more addictive additives, including the blue glow-dye for the natural.

\tSomething about that fact just made her own pop seem so much sweeter to Ilka as she sipped it down slowly.

\t“Ok. Lets start this again, Kenna. Slowly and calmly. Simple questions, easy answers. Question one. Is the skunk in the pod there a viable girl genius?”

\t“Affirmative” Kenna noted

\t“I don’t just mean like ‘smarter than normal’. I mean is she able to process or work with data better than what I currently have on hand?” Ilka clarified rather shortly.

\t“Confirmed” the AI droned “Both her current stores of data and natural learning capacity based on cerebral architecture suggest high degrees of mechanical aptitude. Gender-correction has not hindered this capacity in spite of hormonal shifts. Optimal route for data jack insertion already confirmed. Advise low damage insertion and integration though Probe-assist integration methods.”

\tIlka rolled her eyes a bit and leaned forwards “That was already the plan. Look how about something useful. Does the data suggest that she might lose any of her… unique insights, if we install and enhance some of these upgrades?”

\tThe Ai went quiet for a long moment. “Most recent re-assessment confirms previous estimations. Likely 77% chance unit will retain creativity and dynamic thought under heavy upgrades. 94% chance that failure may be reversed by template already present in Sisyphus nanohive. Risk is considered acceptable.”

\tLooking over the numbers for herself, Ilka smiled a bit as she took another big bite of her sandwich and leaned back. She’d been working on this little project of hers for a while. But sadly there wasn’t anything she could really use to get the results she wanted, not until now. Ilka smirked to herself and waved her hand turning the chair to meet the poor skunk girl in full.

\tDana was out of it. The flashing images and thankfully contained sounds bombarding her were probably enough to give a girl epilepsy. Not that it mattered too much for what Ilka had in mind. The images stopped just as suddenly as they had started and the poor skunkette was left laying in a small puddle of her own sweat and tears. Her body far too stunned to move and more than a bit limp.

\tMuch to Ilkas pleasure, it seemed the pain and strain had also made her poor little cutie quite a bit wet as well. Not something easily hidden in Danas position “Well now little one I hope you have been enjoying your entrance exam. Don’t worry It gave teacher a chance to get lunch” she held up the sandwich and grinned. “I’ll get one for you too once we are done. Aether cola ok I assume? Nah, you look more like a rootbeer girl. I think we can get you some Two-barrel when this is all over. Gods know I never touch the stuff”

\tThe poor, broken little skunk leaned up and pushed her paws hard against the glass. Tears streaming down her face and body shaking like a leaf. “L-let me out of here! You cant’ do this to me. Please it hurts so bad. I want it to stop. Please” The weak little arms of the now female skunk smashed impotently on the pod door. She pushed herself up against it, tears streaming down her face, and then just slumped back turning to the side and hiding her face as that tail wrapped around her.

\tIlka waited it out. The wolf sat there munching her lunch and sipping her pop quietly while she let the shivering little skunk sob it out. She waited until Dana seemed to slip off into a near sleep, and then tapped the glass, drawing the poor little things attention.

\t“Now then little one. Since I think we can both assume you are done throwing your little bitch fit, we can get down to more important matters can’t we?”

\tDana nodded. What else could she do? For now at least she was totally trapped and helpless. A prison barely big enough to fit her with tools and medical implements that could warp her in countless agonizing ways in an instant.

\t“Ok then” Ilka nodded as she held up a silver device about three inches in length and a full inch around. Capped off by a rather pristine looking disc akin to what one would see on a high-end holoprojector. “So what can you tell me about this?”

\tAfter a few painful moments wiping the tears from her eyes Dana looked up at the little plug of metal and blinked. It looked unremarkable to the naked eye, but then looks so very rarely mattered. Dana could see a few telltale shimmers and twists of light See the odd grain to the metal. Not to mention the natural familiarity to the shape.

\t“I… it’s a data jack, ma’am.” Dana muttered meekly. The sight of that poor feline getting the jack forcibly shoved into her head made Dana wince and covered her head protectively.

\tIlka looked on, looked back at the readout, then smirked. It may have been an accident, but the girl seemed to know exactly where this nice, long and particularly thick little beauty was going.

\t“Good girl” Ilka cooed the way one would to a puppy “That’s a smart little skunkie. Of course I was kind of hoping you knew the exact model number and type. I mean you nailed down the beauties on my little dollies” she murred softly. Ilka flipped the plug a moment and ran her thumb over the pale off-white dome at the cap, almost able to see how the lights so often sparkled and shimmered on this model. “I have need of you, little miss Rook. You can be useful to me. Useful in a way that few people could ever hope or dream. The down side, well the big one, is that you have a non-zero chance of losing some of yourself. I hesitate to say death because, well, thanks to my brother death is almost irrevocably denied you as an escape. Even if he did not realize it.”

\tIlka licked her muzzle slowly and cooed leaning in and scrunching her nose as she watched Dana squirm and simper. The poor things better, higher judgments slowly overtaken and crushed under the weight of absolute dread.

\t“The up side? A hand picked suite of brand new wetware courtesy of yours truly. The kind of stuff most deckers and brain boys only dream of getting their hands on. Some of it is just going to help make sure you don’t get any silly ideas about going rogue naturally. Can’t have something cute like you becoming a threat now can we?”

\tThe wolf fell quiet for the longest time and Dana finally looked up a bit. She shook her head. More in the hopes of ending this quickly than anything. But they both seemed to know this wouldn’t end quickly or well.

\t“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I think we can now give you a lovely little bit of choice. Such a rare gift for little slaves like you. Not that your kind is particularly equipped for it.” Ilka chuckled “But this one should be easy. I’m going to load your new little best friend into the decon hatch” she said as she opened a small door covered in decontamination and hazard symbols built into one side of the pod. Ilka placed the plug in and shut the door slowly making sure Dana could hear.

\t“You can lay back, relax, and let Mr. Neural interface make soft, slow, tender love to your sweet lil noggin. Or…”

\tThe skunk turned away quickly and pushed herself off to one side of the pod. Her hands going right where the Jack would go and tail curling over that.

\tIlka murred and moved her way up to the pod. Putting a paw on the glass and leaning in, murring and nuzzling into it slowly. “I have to say I’m glad to see you chose this path runt.” She watched as a heavy shock incapacitated the poor girl and automated straps held her in place once more. Leaving Danas body totally exposed and at the whims of whatever Ilka wished. “Rape is always my favorite option too.” The teen moaned loudly and pushed her smallish chest up against the glass. Practically humping the pod as the straps fully secured the skunkette and one managed to wrap around her head pinning it firmly, painfully in place.

\t“It’s a shame you won’t be getting it quite the same way as the girl down there, Dana. I mean seeing every inch of that big, thick, meaty jack ripping its way into your cute little virgin brain. Seeing it fuck your little skull, watching all those precious neural pathways seared off and hooked up to that beautiful, shiny spike with friendly little robots. Giving your brain a new center, a new focal point… A new purpose”

\tHad Dana not been terrified out of her mind right now she might have been able to process the look on her abusers face. The sight of some over-eager virgin girl all too eager for her first night. Then again at Danas age it all just seemed like a terrifying and slightly confusing mess. Made worse by the growing stain of moisture between her now parted legs, and how enervated her whole body felt laying helpless in that sterile little tomb.

\tThe plug injector stirred and twitched. Dana Tried once more to pull away as she saw that arm come to life. The newly clean and sterile jack loaded into the device as it strained the limits of its capacity to fit the thing in.

\tShe expected to see it as she lay there. Even out of the corner of her eye. The telltale spark and glow as the machine hummed to life. The heavy vibrations of that far, far too big tip. The threat of such a powerful little implant being shot into her mind like some twisted piercing.

\tIt was all so much she barely even realized as she heard her own voice begging, pleading for this to stop. She screamed and cried. She muttered incoherently and begged hopelessly for her Mistress to spare her this. Promising to be good, promising to obey. Promising whatever Mistress wanted if it meant not having this wicked, nasty implant in her head.

\tThe arm moved slowly, much more slowly now than it had seemed to before. It gave Ilka time to climb her way up, gave her time to straddle the pod, to slowly rock and roll her hips right in view of Danas face. The young wolf was getting off on this. Her awkward, semi-stiff masturbation let loose as she eagerly fingered herself while looking down at the bound and helpless skunk. Soon there was a growing stain above Danas head that she could not ignore. The fruits of her Mistress’ arousal and her own inevitable peril.

\t“Just sit back and take it you little cunt” Ilka moaned “Lay back and take it like the fuck toy you are. Let Mistress fuck that worthless mind, you little Cad program with legs” Each word was accompanied by another hard thump of that warm, young sex against the pod dome. Her fingers raked and scraped against the treated material and she began to gasp with absolute bliss as the arm finally met the spot just below the base of Danas skull on her rear left hand side.

\tA sharp injection and Dana could do nothing but sob an unintelligible plea for mercy. She expected the thing to shove in hard, expected the plug for the jack to hammer in like the nail it clearly was. It didn’t, but she almost wished it did.

\tRather than numb the pain the injection almost made the site feel hyper-sensitive. The inexperienced and helpless little skunk could feel as the machine slowly pushed the tip of the object up against her skull. She felt her flesh bend, yield, and then finally felt something she could only describe as a snap. If she knew what a hymen felt like when it broke it was probably the best kind of pain she could have equated it to. But instead Dana simply experienced a flood of strange sensations.

\tPain, pressure, confusion and terror. The strange feeling of the plug slowly sinking in and her head slowly stretching and yielding its insides around it to give way. Something that felt just so utterly wrong and alien. Something she knew was an absolute horror and should hurt so badly. But instead all she felt was an intolerable and growing pressure in her head and a growing, twitching, convulsing moisture between her legs

\tAll the while Ilka was slowly and methodically humping and grinding herself along the glass seemingly trying to match the slow, steady inward bound push of the jack. She had left the fruits of at least a couple orgasms on the domed top, not that Dana knew what that meant, and was looking intently at the skunkette who was now getting her mind literally fucked by her new upgrade.

\tThis process went on for moment after long, agonizing moment. Danas thoughts clouded and her body shaking as she tried to keep some semblance of herself in the flood of new sensations and terrors.

\tFinally, mercifully, it all stopped. The pain and the pressure, the clear and unnatural push of the spike deeper into her mind. Everything thankfully dulled as the jack finally met home against her skull and something began to slowly knit the flesh up to the proper joining points in the implant making the whole thing utterly seamless.

\tIlka looked on at her current pet project and cooed. Her paw running slowly down the tube and tail waggling happily behind her. “Mmmm was it good for you too, skunk-bitch?” she growled cupping one of her breasts and grinning almost coyly. “I sure hope so. Nothing quite as sweet as a girls first time. Well, I guess unless you find ‘the one’, right?” She murred softly and leaned up against the pod once more looking casually at the still shaken and barely coherent Dana. “Oh don’t worry little one You’re an exception. Quite a few of them actually. See, I don’t just want you as a little drone. Oh no. My dollies are fun but you’re actually more useful as a tool. I mean unless you know of some cute stuffed animals that also double as Phillips-head spanners.”

\tThe brown-furred little sadist giggle-snorted at her own joke and licked her muzzle slowly slipping along the glass to the other side “the good news, for you at least, is that you get to keep your old personality at the fore. With a few minor tweaks naturally. I mean you’re no good to me all caged up in a little doll waiting for death. Especially since, soon, death will be a near impossibility for our little playthings.” She giggled.

\tDana shuddered. Somehow that made everything sound many thousands of times worse.

\t“Mmmm but no” Ilka continued “I have a little pet project I want to work on. Did I mention that? I think I did. For it to work though I need some good new drafting software. Something to build a hardware platform and maybe even help me set up the software upgrade.”

\t“I… I don’t know much about code Mistress” Dana sobbed. She was too weak, too broken, too disoriented to fight it at the moment. Her head almost literally swimming as it shifted and rearranged. Worse still, she knew what was going on. At least in broad strokes. New all the brain matter that had been eliminated was also copied rather extensively and that the plug in her head was slowly having itself rewired to replace and usurp those pathways. To usurp any thought in her head if Ilka so chose.

\tThe pain, the fear, the uncertainty. Up until now all of it had been rather mild. Scary, yes, but manageable and with glimmers of hope that she could get away. Just spending the rest of her life some girl with neoteny who couldn’t die easily or whatever the nanites did.

\tAs she felt the unsettling shifts of her new data jack settling, Dana had to accept that such a hope was now all but a pipe dream. The reality settled in, hard. Seeping deeply into her as she whined and whimpered helplessly and hopelessly.

\tIlka herself was quite thrilled by all of this. She just slowly sank herself back into the seat as comfortably as she could and waved a hand as the arm retracted and other armatures started to move themselves out of the sides and into place slowly. “Now then, since you have a lovely little data jack here, I could just sit down and start tweaking that little mind now. After all, I don’t plan on shoving the same overrides and control protocols in you as I do my little dollies. So I don’t’ think it will take as long… maybe… or it could I don’t know.” The scrawny little timber wolf chuckled to herself and grinned wide at the skunky little victim she had so utterly in her clutches.

\t“But as I am sure you heard from Kenna, that isn’t really what I have on the agenda right now. You have quite an interesting brain little one. But it could be better. Far, far better indeed” She murred licking her lips slowly. “In fact, I’d say it needs to be. Otherwise it is useless to me. No different than all my little dollies.”

\tDana was going to ask what she meant, but unfortunately she didn’t have to. Images, a heavy and near blinding flash of statistics hit both her mind and her eyes as the technical readouts appeared before her in rapid succession.

\tTwelve Yottabyte internal high-encryption drive. High end nanite-enhanced synthetic synaptic patch network to jack up thought speed by at least forty percent.  ‘Wiseman’ cyber eye implants, reflex boosters, sensory boosters, a nasty looking spinal-integrated co processor. The list just kept going on and on.

\t“Mistress, please.” Dana sobbed. Hoping the term might at least garner her a tiny bit of sympathy. “Please don’t do this. That parts list… I can’t handle it. Not all at once. M-maybe not at all! It’ll kill me.” She wriggled and writhed as the restraints tightened. The image before her on the holographic field shifted. A shot of herself… already surrounded. Two small syringes full of a strange and vibrant green liquid hovering over her eyes just out of her peripheral vision. Another full of a dull silver fluid over her head. The faintest little prick of some nasty device at the back of her neck. She wouldn’t know what any of this was, save that the sick wolf had shown it all to her at once.

\t“Don’t worry little one. This won’t take long. We have more fun to get to after it anyways.” Ilka chuckled softly. She leaned back and just let out a contented sigh as screams began to fill the room. Not just screams from the speakers, but agonizing cries of horror that made it though the pod itself.

\t“Kenna” Ilka chuckled softly as she finished the last of her sandwich and wiped her paws off on her dress. The outfit quickly shifting and shimmering as it wicked the grease out of its delicate fibers and left the rather uncouth pup once again looking far more nobly dressed than would fit her. “Better make that a rootbeer float. Actually, keep two on hand.” she chuckled. “I don’t know why but suddenly one of those sounds really, really good.”

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\tDana woke in the pod. Of course she woke in the pod. Even after everything that had happened there was still some glimmer of hope that she could get free, but at this point that hope was little more than an unfair sliver of torture in the young boy, now girls, brain.

\tThere was still a dull throbbing pain in several places. Not bad. No more than an inoculation hypo fresh after use. Which seemed odd since the poor girl knew most of these implants were nanite based and could have easily been done with spray hypos.

\tThe only possible explanation was that Ilka was a twisted sadistic monster. Which she was, so at least that tracked.

\tAlready everything felt off. Like a wave of anxiety was roiling in her head any time Dana tried to think. For every thought she tried to have three or four more popped up. Questions about her own past, about what had been done to her and why she was still alive. All that gear at once should have caused irreparable neural damage at once. That part worried her, but also kind of fascinated her. Dana certainly didn’t feel normal by any definition of the term. But she felt… fine. There really wasn’t any other word for it.

\tHer thoughts came steady and normal. Her body felt a bit overly-sensitive but otherwise she could move. Or at least move as well as the restraints allowed.

\tYes she was still in those stupid restraints waiting patiently for what was sure to be the next torture. Suddenly Dana kind of wished that she had, in fact, simply gotten fried out by all the hardware now surely lodged in her skill.

\t“Mooooorning sleepy head” Ilka cooed as she tapped on the glass. “I was worried you were gonna be out for days. I really must say that you are full of pleasant surprises.”

\t“Why?” Dana sobbed softly. “Why are you doing this to me? W-what did I do wrong? Why do you hate me?” The poor skunkette sobbed helplessly as she twitched and wriggled. Her body trembling and chest heaving helplessly.

\tIlka, for her part, quirked her brow and looked on in utter confusion. “What do you mean? Why would I think you ‘did’ anything?” The wolf girl quirked her brow.

\t“Y-you hurt me. You raped me. C-changed my body, put stuff in my head. I feel wrong. I feel sick. I wanna go home. I wanna go far away. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”

\tIlka seemed genuinely stumped at the question. She looked on at the little skunk for a good long moment. Dana would almost be able to see the wheels turning as its frankly alien concept drifted around in Ilkas mind. Then, just as quickly, she just stopped and smirked giving little more than a shrug.

\t“Allright then since I think we can assume that the implants have properly taken hold.”

\t“Confirmed”. The Kenna AI noted

\t“That… wasn’t a question Kenna. As I was saying. As we can assume that they have indeed taken hold. We only really have two things left to do before you are all ready. Don’t worry Dana this is where the real fun starts. I thin you’re going to have quite a bit of fun.”

\tDana was not, and she knew it. Once again she watched as another thin, delicate armature slipped its way out of the housing and towards her body. At first she winced and tried to pull away as it made its way for her neck. As the small tip of it settled over and pushed against her new data jack though, the little skunk relaxed somewhat. Not that she could relax fully. Not with this. But with the initial threat of possible pain passing she could at least let her body relax. Which, naturally, soon led to sniffles, then sobs, then a thick stream of tears as the poor little skunk began to blubber helplessly.

\t“Oh what is wrong now.” Ilka groaned

\t“I don’t, I don’t want to.. I don’t want to be trapped. I don’t want to be a doll! Please don’t do this to me please. Please just don’t” the sobs turned into unintelligible blubbering quickly and left Dana a shaking, helpless mass trapped in her sterile little personal hell.

\tIlka simply rolled her eyes and snapped her finger.  Instantly the crying stopped and Danas muzzle shut. Not that the girl wanted it to shut. Not that she wanted the crying to stop or could have if she did. There was a hud-like set of visuals that formed in her eyes.

\tOne of them, Dana saw, was a pair of small boxes in one corner under something she knew to read ‘incoming commands’, even if the letters themselves were somewhat unfamiliar to her.

\t“Kenna. Is the upload ready? And the coating?” Ilka asked. A simple gesture brought a drone close. The blank once-fox thing holding up a tray with two rootbeer floats on it under a small glass dome. The tray itself worked as an anti-griddle. The lid insulating and keeping both treats cold, while probably freezing the poor little drones paws to the point of near damage. This little fact wasn’t lost on the smirking Ilka, who picked up the lid, took her drink from the tray and set it back down, her ear twitching ever so slightly in the direction of the silent and stone still rubber doll at her side.

\t“Processing complete” Kenna responded “Requested data and omissions have been implemented. Upload has been optimized to minimize impact on subjects natural mechanical aptitude. Are there any final adjustments you wish to make?”

\tThe young wolf leaned back and patted the domed, faceless, willess thing on the smooth, shiny domed head. She looked Dana over with a critical eye. She was clearly pondering. Clearly making firm and critical judgments. By now though the helpless little black furred girl didn’t have any delusions about what those judgments were.

\t“Hmm, I thin a few shock-purple markings. Maybe to mimic those tail stripes? Something to set this unit apart. Shift the barcode down to just above her lil cunny…” Ilka grinned and murred a bit “And how about we give her a pretty little gas mask? It looked good on her as a boy. I don’t’ care what the fuck it’s attached to, if anything. Use your imagina… Just, extrapolate optimal results.” Ilka sighed and shook her head as she leaned back.

\t“W… why?” it took almost everything the little skunk had to ask. Her body shaking. Her neural pathways almost entirely subverted by the mesh of metal and inorganic sheathing now wriggling around in her brain. The physical and mental strain wringing tears from her eyes even as her brain kept any crying and sobbing at bay.

\t“Oh you and that question.” Ilka sighed. She stood up and set the barley-touched float on the domed fox girl head. The drone seeming to take the perfect posture to balance it. “If you really must know, I’m lonely. I’m very, very lonely. It’s been fine for the past decade, but now it’s starting to wear on me a bit. I want someone I can talk to. A pet who actually interacts with me. But none of the trash that winds up down in my little doll maker is good for anything other than what I give Them. Toys to be used or sold off.”

\tDana gasped and went wide eyed. She tried to open her mouth, tried to say something more, but of course she just didn’t have it in her.

\t“Commencing processing.” Kenna said simply.

\tEverything turned to raw agony at that moment. Not pain. Pain was something easy to deal with. Pain was something Dana could understand. Pain was what Dana had felt as she was forced to watch all those images flashing and flickering before her. This was thousands of times stronger, thousands of times worse, and there was no way to escape it.

\tTechnical schematics, product catalogues, research papers. The results of lab tests and field tests and secret tests on countless unwitting corporate citizens. Objective side by side product comparisons. Detailed material listings.

\tAll Dana could do was lay there motionless. She could feel it. The data slipping and seeping though her mind just slowly enough that she could almost pick out whole shreds and thoughts and ideas. The fact that so many of them were fascinating, were possibly ground breaking. Confirming theories she had long held or busting them out of the water with startling revelations, all flowing though her mind at such agonizing speed and with such reckless abandon that it made her feel sick in ways almost impossible to describe.

\tSuddenly, and without warning. Dana felt her eyes slip shut tight. She could still see what was going on. Even with her eyes closed it was like some crystal clear minds eye once again gave her the vision of her pod that the holographic image had with the implants. There she was. A helpless, shaking, shivering skunk with that wicked thing pumping the data into her like some primitive fire suppression unit. Another little mechanical arm moved up from the opposite end of the pod and quickly drew what looked to be a set of simple marks on her with some kind of marker. Once perfect circle around each eye, one around the tip of her nose and muzzle and then another simple line around the middle of her neck.

\tWith that done the arm moved away and Dana watched, horrified, while the top of the pod slowly opened and some twisted, thick black goo began to slowly ooze out.

\tIt wasn’t just goo. She knew that. Even in her addled and hyperactive mental state the motionless skunk girl could tell exactly what she was seeing. The thick, viscous rubbery liquid began to slowly pour down over her and instantly the little skunk could feel it seeping over her motionless body. Her now hyper-aware sense of touch registering perfectly every slow drip. Every seeping invasion. Every coated fur or hair that matted itself down and slowly pushed itself into place under that oily slimy mess of inky blackness overtaking her.

\tThough it all she was trapped. So very trapped and helpless. The goo growing thicker and smoothing as she took in one deep, shaking, shuddering breath and let it out. As she arched her chest and whined. Unlike the other dolls she had seen her chest didn’t remain exposed. Every inch of her seemed to be slowly and carefully overtaken. First the goo quickly wrapping around her neck at the bottom of the mark on it. Then slowly creeping down her arms, her chest, her sides. Oozing and smoothing as the twisted rubber slowly crept over and began to harden like a second skin. A painfully tight casing that firmly pushed its way down her barley budding chest and down over her nice flat tummy. Dana winced as the stuff started to move along her tight, untouched little snatch. She could feel it as it crept in, pushing up against the fragile barrier and slowly coaxing its way along it. The sensation mind-blowingly bizarre and made no better by the information that kept flooding in.

\tBiological specifics on the ways to best inflict pain and pleasure on others. Whole reams of company-backed pro-wolf speciesist propaganda. Just enough to half distract her, to keep her mind struggling, racing, shivering as the goo finally reached down her thighs, her shins and finally started to form themselves over her feet. Creating sharp, protruding ballet-heels that bent poor Danas muscles in ways she never thought possible.

\tAt this point all that was left uncovered were her eyes and the tip of her muzzle. Everything up to the simple lines that had been drawn on now rested as a crushing, maddeningly thick and impossibly stiff second skin around her body.

\tHer eyes shot open of their own accord. Out of the periphery she could see small, metallic rings slowly building up around them where the lines had been drawn. She took a deep, sucking breath and let it out nervously. Back trying to arch and ears trying to perk. She watched both from her own eyes and that twisted minds eye from outside. Watched as the rings stopped, as thick, hot purple, glowing lenses started to slowly move over her eyes. Assembling impossibly quickly in little squares until her vision was covered.

\tA moment later she would feel a bulge along her neck as a purple strip of thicker rubber formed a collar-like shape, and finally a heavy hose formed around her nose. Slowly falling its way down. She tried once more to scream. Taking in breaths of now rubbery air. But naturally that did nothing but further remind poor Dana just how helpless and hopeless she really was.

\tFinally, after what seemed like an eternity of fearful hopeless moments, Dana could feel the restraints slipping back. She could feel her body rise and wriggle under its own power again. She even felt the now goo-covered arm pull itself back off of her immaculate data jack and shluck off the residual rubbery residue like so much wet paint.

\tThe pod door opened and Dana started to step out. Green lettering appearing in her purple tinted vision as she finally, mercifully was able to stand upright.

\t“Not bad. Not bad at all” Ilka cooed as she paced around Dana. She ran her finger along the thick bushy tail, along the glowing purple skunk stripes covering her own natural white. Patting the domed head and scratching just behind that data jack slowly.

\tA small box had formed on Danas hip. Really nothing more than an empty little chamber than anything with a few different honeycombed sections to help keep the air Rubbery and stale. Somehow Dana knew this and she whined as the hose was affixed to it. She tried to reach up and take the hose out… but she couldn’t, she knew she couldn’t. the poor little girl utterly helpless to fix such a simple problem for herself.

\t“Y-you know I’ll never love you, right?” Dana whined as she stood there. Body forcibly adjusting itself on those ballet heels even as she tried to keep up on her own without whatever help her twisted brain was giving “A-after all you did. All you 5made me do. All that I-”

\tIlka looked at the small girl in utter bewilderment. Not really sure what she was talking about. “Love you? I… Oh wow. Silly skunkie, where do you come up with such ideas” the wolf chuckled a bit “Silly goose. I already told you. You’re nothing more than a Cad program to me. Statistics and simulations. I could hollow out your personality and use you to play the stock market. Or maybe minmax AR game characters.” The wolf girl murred “No sweetie you’re different, but that doesn’t make you special. My other dollies are toys. Fun toys, mmm very fun toys” she growled leaning in and licking the rubber encased girls cheek.

\tIn spite of herself, Dana shuddered.

\t“No, I know who I want to love me. I know the only one, the only thing that is ever gonna make me happy. You’re just here to help with that.” Ilka kissed her new tool on the forehead a moment and then started to run her finger along a seemingly invisible seam that ran along the gas mask muzzle. It opened, and let the poor skunk take in a fresh breath of air.

\t“But first, I promised you a treat didn’t I? Since you have been such a good girl” she picked up the lid and nodded to the Rootbeer float still sitting in place.

\tDana sighed, slumped, then just took the treat. She collapsed cross-legged to the floor and started to scoop up a bit with the spoon. Her body, her mind, her soul, all far too twisted and warped to fight right now. Assuming she could ever fight again.

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