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A story that forced me to write the previous story, which I also enjoyed, just to get things settled and situated.\n\nDana did a wonderful pic you can go see on her page for it, and thus a version of Vikki got added to my overall setting.\n\nWhat's funnier? I was kind of trying to hint at that before, sort of.\n\nWhat do I mean by that? Well if you read these journals and read my stories maybe you can figure it out.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Remember when I said funny story about the last story?

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cooked up to surprise her! A story that forced me to write the previous story, which I also enjoyed, just to get things settled and situated.

Dana did a wonderful pic you can go see on her page for it, and thus a version of Vikki got added to my overall setting.

What's funnier? I was kind of trying to hint at that before, sort of.

What do I mean by that? Well if you read these journals and read my stories maybe you can figure it out.", "writing": "By Design: Refine\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tDana. What was it? Who was it? Dana knew it was her name, it was what she was. Yet she couldn’t get the question out of her head. In a sense she could see herself. Standing there. A simple, small skunk wrapped in high grade rubber nanites. A head full of bleeding edge augments and co-processors producing an absurd level of processing power. It would be easy to say that she was just looking down from the mass of unobtrusive cameras and sensors littered around the station.\n\n\tYet she was also something different. She had to be something different. She was spread out so far, so thin. She could feel everything around her. Everything. The constant stream of power thrumming and running though the station from the power stations and substations streaked though the massive circle and spoke foundation of the city station. She could feel the itch of ships hugging the inner docking cavity of the hub. The hopes and dreams and secrets of millions around the station played out like a jarring mix of holovids as she watched them scamper along so weak and small. Her mind was pushed and twisted to see it, to monitor it, to obsess over it until she was brought to the brink of self. Mind streaking and racing over them at behest, at demand of Mistress.\n\n\tShe could feel it even now. Feel her. That hateful, horrible, beautiful monster who had so utterly warped and ruined Dana. Resting now in the afterglow of passion with that abomination Dana had been forced to help create. The gothy mouse girl that held Mistress’ heart so dear forged from a corruption of the AI Dana was compelled to monitor. She hated them both. Hated them so deeply, so utterly. It sickened her. Made her stomach lurch and her folds so very wet just thinking about how gleefully Mistress had ripped away all Dana was. How she had been twisted to nothing but a tool. A lovingly tortured extension of that terrible will.\n\n\tDana hated her, and she loved her. She loved that she hated her. She would do anything for her.\n\n\tHer mind, or what little of her massive, racing intellect Dana could feel from the fog, half-shifted to the labs for a moment. Ever since her most recent change she had found herself coming back often. That simple little room where Mistress had forged them. The larger alcove where those unfortunate… or perhaps fortunate… enough to be selected were turned into more pretty rubber dolls for Mistress Ilka to play with. It never seemed to get old. The bodies came in, they woke, they screamed. Each one was different. Each transformation an utterly unique work of living art. Yet each end result was so very similar. So wonderfully exact to the baseline template with only the barest idea of prior species and sex. Even then it was questionable, and easily changed.\n\n\tDana was part of that system now. She was part of that process. Her own warped little mind was the thing that now drove the engine of change. Her mechanical hand put them into the chambers. Her leashed will that started the injections or ripped away that will. Her own design that allowed her to make Mistress new toys, new dolls, new disposable treasures from the inferior fur and flesh of those not created as perfect as Mistress Ilka.\n\n\tHer own meatspace paw drifted a bit between her legs as she watched herself, her own will, her own leashed essence dropping them in one by one. It didn’t matter what they once were. Street urchins, professionals, political foes to off world allies. All came in the same. Dazed, helpless, ready to scream and plead as they watched their own destruction and enslavement. Struggling as Dana once had. Each agonizing transformation recorded in perfect clarity within the mind of the thing that was once the skunk.\n\n\tEven now with all of her vastness and depth Dana could feel that part of her squirming and wriggling in impotent near ecstasy. Standing still by the fainting couch in the living area with her coated body rubbing paw to privates in an utterly helpless attempt to push herself up to the point of orgasm. A fruitless effort driven by her new state, her new role. One she simply could not resist.\n\n\tUnfortunately even that was not something she could really focus on. Her mind, her awareness was far too big. That massive self still wandered. It still poked itself though thousands of lives. Thousands of citizens, of materials working in silly delusions of luxury and comfort. Pretending they were somehow more than the little rubber dolls Mistress collected.\n\n\tParts of Danas mind once again wandered out over and though those little lives, even as something caught her interest.\n\n---\n\n\t“Kenna, please bring up today’s news.” A small, sweet, white-furred fox sighed and walked up to the edge of the bed. She slumped an sat on the edge. A small HUD display popping up and starting to run though reams of text and muted videos at a speed her mind could barely process. No prompts, flashes. Everything she had put into the algorithm once again failing.\n\n\tVikki whimpered and fell back on to the bed with an exhausted sigh. Nothing. Over a year since her sister had vanished. Over a year since the last contact they had. Yet every day she came home and ran the same search. Every day she allowed herself that little bit of hope.\n\n\tMom didn’t want her doing it anymore. She’d told her to stop a while ago. That the station SecOps would let them know the second they heard anything. Vikki was pretty sure it was denial. The same denial that likely kept her working all hours of the day. If she was a bit older, a bit bigger, the little fox kit wondered if she could do more. SecOps might actually do something if they had someone bugging them or complaining at them more. But then… \n\n\tShe stopped. Those bright yellow eyes darted up. The HUD naturally didn’t move to the front of her eye. She sighed and focused a moment willing that HUD back in to her eyeline. \n\n\tIt was a picture, a simple picture. The kind she never would have paid attention to before any of this started. It was a protest. One of countless protests that could be seen throughout the station almost weekly at this point. They were usually about benign things. People being underpaid or overworked came up rather often. So did protests about actions on colony worlds. The biggest and most prevalent ones though were always about the same thing. Shifting Yggdrasil away from slave production.\n\n\tStill it was the first lead she’d had since she started looking. Veronica hadn’t really been the type to be too active, but then even before she vanished she had been acting a bit differently. Hanging with a new crowd and brushing off her little sis to do things. \n\n\tNot that her sister loved her any less. Vikki knew their mom was right. It was just a phase. Just something she had to work though.\n\n\tThe young fox shook her head a moment and bit her lip a bit. She was letting her worries get the better of her. Veronica had to be somewhere and this was the best lead she had for it. Somewhere in that processing facility there had to be someone who knew what happened to her big sister. Who knew if she was ok or if she had run away or something.\n\n\tVikki took a moment and leaned back in her bed as she gazed up at the little sticky stars her big sister had put on her ceiling when they were little. This would work. This had to work. Vikki just had to be smart about it. If she could get in there they’d have to listen to her. Especially if she could sneak in and find something they didn’t want her to find.\n\n\tWith things like this there were always things people didn’t want you to find.\n\n---\n\n\tVikki mmphed slightly and groaned in frustration as she neared the terminal. It was lucky that the picture she had found contained the terminal address and a location stamp, since otherwise it looked like the same typical setup that barred any section of corporate production from the civilian areas. A pair of sentry drones and two officers guarding a set of two large scanning arches that separated the work areas from hab centers. \n\n\tMore vital places usually looked a bit busier naturally. Heck she had one on her way to school with at least a dozen drones standing guard and the guards all wearing that scary black body armor company mercenaries liked to wear. This one wasn’t nearly as bad though. The guards sat in their small station watching some vid while sharing a sandwich.\n\n\tFortunately, most places like this had a few security holes that even little kids knew how to get around. They weren’t safe by any means but even little cubs generally had at least one story of sneaking around parts of the station trying to get a toy from a closed shop or seeking to get to school on time.\n\n\tWith the lax guards it was a simple matter for her to approach one of the air vents and pull off the emergency hatch without making too much noise. The lack of foot traffic meant that an opening to do so was easy as well, which was good considering how much trouble she’d get in.\n\n\tFor someone much bigger than Vikki it would be almost impossible to slip though the vent itself. Technically crews could put maintenance drones in to do work but the winds and twists that could crop up deep in the ducts were notoriously narrow and difficult to manage.\n\n\tIt was a bad idea all around, but she needed to do it.\n\n\tAs such Vikki took a careful look to either side and popped the handles free, letting the hard composite lid to the vent shafts fall as quietly as she could to the ground. Using the propped-up vent as a stepping stone she carefully wedged the toe of her shoe up against it and pushed her light little frame up into the vents themselves, slipping in quickly.\n\n\tThe vents were tight. Narrow things clearly not designed for people to use. Long bare metal ducts with nothing to differentiate one area from the next. The fox girl pulled herself along them like the hero of some bad Hologame and tried her best to gauge just how far it would be between her initial spot and a room within the actual processing floor.\n\n\tThankfully there were a few openings to the side that she could see not too far down. She didn’t want to get stuck in these things after all and it would be a rather simple matter to get down and hop into another room past the guards. The notion that Vikki didn’t know just what she was looking for crossed the poor girls mind. But if her sister had vanished as part of a protest then this was clearly the place to start investigating.\n\n\tShe crawled as quietly as she could along the vent. Small slicks of grease and dirt rubbing in to her blazer and skirt. The poor girl gritted her teeth and grumbled a bit, but considering what she was doing she figured getting dirty was probably the least of her concerns.\n\n\tVikki moved her way slowly along the ground. Her body trembling as she pushed herself up and around the hard right angle leading down the first corridor. She could already hear noises, perhaps the humming of heavy equipment. Not that she really knew what such things would sound like. There was another vent plate though, resting in the middle of another junction. At least now that she was this far Vikki knew she wasn’t going to get stuck. That fear out of her mind she was able to pull herself on a bit more quickly and carefully. Getting a good pace with her elbows as she pushed though the narrow corridor.\n\n\tShe’d almost made it to the plate when something darted out over it. A large, spherical drone with one heavy unblinking photoreceptor eye. The machine hovered directly over the plate. Turning to one side, then the next. Scanning the corridors.\n\n\tVikki stifled a yelp and started to slowly push herself backwards. Watching as the thing turned to one side, then the next. Scanning down the corridors one at a time.\n\n\tShe hadn’t gotten far when the thing finally turned to her. Vikki stopped dead in her tracks. Paralyzed in fear as the metal eye focused its iris on her. The thing sat hovering for an eternal moment. Gazing at her. Still and quiet. It was almost a shock when a small whipcord tendril shot out from a tiny hole above the iris proper.\n\nVikki screamed as the thing made contact, and then things went dark.\n\n\tEverything faded after the initial shock. Small moments of quiet lucidity were cut with long painful patches of utter darkness. Vikki’s head roiled and rolled with dazed pain every time she tried to lift it and though the haze she could barely sense the numb tingle of her shoulders as the drone whisked her along helplessly though vents and access corridors. \n\n\tWhen she finally woke that numb pain had spread to every part of her body. Vikki’s school uniform was gone now. Stripped away and laying in a neatly cut pile not too far off. Those soft yellow eyes struggled to focus as she looked around dazed. She was laying on something soft and at an angle. Standing up just enough that her feet touched a padded foot rest below her that kept her held a bit off of the actual floor.\n\n\tAs her eyes focused she started to squirm, to panic. Her arms and legs were held tight by thick magnetic cuffs around the wrists and ankles keeping her firmly in place. She was in some kind of chamber, a little thing like one of those medical pods at the hospital. Before her she could see a large array of similar pods resting there quietly, lined up perfectly in banks and rows, each with an opaque privacy sheen to the pods themselves.\n\n\t“Hello? C-can anyone here me? There’s someone in here” Vikki yelled as she tried to pull her leg up enough and kick the glass. The cuffs had no give and each twist or turn chafed and dug into her flesh painfully. The bare puff of fur on her chest heaved in thick breaths of the sterile processed air as she tried to sit up, only for something thin and strong and tight around her neck to suddenly pull her back up against the pod painfully.\n\n\tIt was some kind of collar. Not the hard metal of her other binds but something simple. A strip of something tough and rubbery that somehow still held her to the pod with a magnetic force she couldn’t hope to break.\n\n\t“Subject LADI-002. Material will stop moving now.”\n\n\tIt was an odd voice. A strange voice. Defiantly not any iteration of Kenna that she had ever heard. Hell it sounded about Vikkis age. Yet something about it was… off. Small, mechanical, rigid. Even more so than most AI personalities might be.\n\n\tShe looked out of the pod as best she could to see the source of the voice. The drone that brought Vikki here still rested there in place. It’s thin mechanical tendril-arms and wide unblinking eye gazing at her nude form. That mixed with the voice finally caused poor Vikki to blush and push her thighs together as best she could as she realized someone might be watching her.\n\n\t“Material was told to stop moving” the voice said flatly “Material needs to comply.”\n\n\t“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about” Vikki whimpered “But I am not any sort of ‘material’ and I sure as heck don’t ‘need’ anything. Whoever you are you’d better let me go before I tell on you.”\n\n\tEven as she said it Vikki closed her eyes and tried to think though the static. Sending frantic messages to her mother, to the SecOps emergency center, to everyone she had been taught to in case of an emergency.\n\n\tThe effort to send the message hurt badly. A sudden scream of pain came from the poor vixen girl. Exacerbated as the thing around her neck started to tighten. Started to slowly coil around her throat making breathing harder. Vikki screamed a throaty, choking little scream and arched her back already feeling those lungs stinging from need of air.\n\n\tFinally the thing loosened up and she slumped back down. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally felt the air seeping back into her lungs.\n\n\t“You were told to remain still, LADI-002. I am currently assessing your hardware and genetic baseline.”\n\n\tVikki wrinkled her nose as she heard this and shook her head hard, still feeling the tight little collar around her. “Stop calling me that. My name’s Vikki and you’re in big trouble for stealing a security drone. You’re not supposed to hack into those you know.” She glanced at the aforementioned machine and winced a bit. A slight blush hit the poor vixens cheeks as she tried to hide herself. She felt, exposed. Vulnerable. More than a bit on display with her soft scrawny chest and simple delicate limbs. The very idea of someone watching her nude form like this made her whole body tingle in some churning little amalgam of shame and something else she couldn’t quite place.\n\n\tNothing was said. The automaton just sat there for the longest time. Leaving her with no sounds beyond her own breathing and the few choked-back sobs rising in her throat.\n\n\tFinally the poor vixen girl heard something else, and looked down to see a small set of delicate surgical arms starting to extend out from various parts of the pod. Whirring to life quickly as they slowly inched themselves into place. “Look I don’t know what you want here but I just came here looking for my sister” she whimpered “I-if you just let me go I’m sure my mom can work something out. J-just let me down and we can talk about this, ok?”\n\n\tA sharp whir screeched near her ear and Vikki felt the cold metal of a hypo pressing up against her neck. Something flooding deep into her body before she had a chance to react. Not that she didn’t scream afterwards. A scream once again cut off as the collar tightened ever so slightly.\n\n\t“Oh, I… I know that hurts” the voice said again. Still odd and mechanically flat yet no longer as precise and detached. “It is however vital for the next phases of the process. The previous iteration did not create a proper initial balance of desired thoughts and feelings from the material. Mistress is very cruel, but her ambition has made her inefficient. I have had to recalibrate.”\n\n\t“What did you put in me?” Vikki yelped as she felt her whole body getting weaker. Every muscle twitching and releasing just a bit as the strange sedative effect ran though her body. “Please just, just let me go. I promise if you let me go I’ll… I’ll I donno. I really don’t. Just please let me go” She sniffled as the poor girl stayed shivering in place. An odd uncomfortable warmth spreading over her body as sounds, barely perceptible sounds started to dance around just at the cusp of her hearing.\n\n\t“Phase one is initiated. Hardware implementation has been moved back to phase two” The voice said over the whispers “You are responding far better to this than the material for the previous project. I’m really surprised. I may have to recalibrate some numbers.”\n\n\tThoughts of her sister had fled Vikkis mind, most thoughts had at this point, save for a pure and primal panic. She folded her ears down and looked around trying to find the source of the sound. Those pretty yellow eyes wide with fear and tears as she traced the interior of her little prison with all of its primed arms staying threateningly still and the cold silvery steel offset by black padding.\n\n\tShe just kept trying not to listen, and the more she tried, the more the little fox felt her body getting weaker and hotter. The longer she focused on it, the more that sensation grew. Patterns within patterns of that sound she simply couldn’t keep out of her head pushing her body into fidgets and jolts. She looked around nervously and tried to wriggle her arms or legs free. She tried to move her neck only to feel the thing tighten just a bit.\n\n\tEven a moment of tightness seemed to send her body to little spasms as the heat growing deep in her started to rise. The more it rose the more she could almost focus on the words. The more it rose… the more she wanted to touch herself.\n\n\tVikki blushed at that realization. Her toes curled and cheeks went a deep dark pink as she fidgeted just a bit. Trying to move her hand a bit closer, or to rub her thighs together. Absently at first. A nervous twitch of her body doing what her mind didn’t dare. As she became aware of it though Vikki felt the growing knot of guilt in her gut slowly rolling and coating in the odd and unfamiliar sensation of arousal. \n\n\tIt was wrong, it was bad. She was bad. Bad and dirty for feeling this way while her big sister suffered, or worse. She was here to save her sister. Here to save Veronica. Vikki tried so hard to focus on that.\n\n\tBut then she would catch sight of that robotic eye still staring unblinkingly at her own nude little body. Gazing over every inch with it’s cruel and somehow disapproving judgment. She would try to look away only to feel the collar around her neck tighten and choke. Cutting off a bit of air, making her head tingle with light little notes of pain and panic. The strange rubbery stuff crushing her with so much power and authority that it seemed to wring every drop of fear out of the poor girl.\n\n\tShe gasped, arched her back, and let out a loud whimpery groan. Trying to lean back to make the thing stop. Trying to escape the clutches of that wicked thing. Yet each and every time it finally did let up there was some small seed of disappointment in the back of Vikkis mind. Some small pleasure as the sobs echoed from her lips.\n\n\tThis small slice of hell kept playing itself out to the abused kit as her chest heaved in breaths of that twisted sterile air. Her senses giving nothing to stimulate them or draw attention away from the slowly looping patterns of behavior and struggle and sound. Nothing seemed to change as her shame forced her to squirm, and struggle, and finally collapse as the collar wrang tears and sobs and sharp little moans from her.\n\n\tThere was no way to tell how long this went on. No way to properly judge the passage of time as poor Vikki screamed and sobbed and slowly sank into her hopeless aroused confusion. When she could stop herself crying long enough the only words to utter from her mouth were soft pleas of mercy, and even they seemed muted and dulled in the chamber.\n\n\tFinally she had quieted down. Resting on the cusp of twilight even as the processes and her own physical agitation kept her from falling into any sort of sleep. It seemed only then that the long and looping pattern finally seemed to click and she started to hear the words. A phrase jumping out at her though her own quiet sobs.\n\n\t“Naughty little Vixen.”\n\n\tHer ear perked. Vikki sat up as best she could and bit her lip as she listened for it again.\n\n\t“Weak little fucktoy”\n\n\t“You are not a person”\n\n\t“Inferior”\n\n\t“You love your betters”\n\n\t“No freedom. No hope”\n\n\tThe poor girl found herself mouthing these words as they flooded into her ear one after the other. Most of it still seemed like some overlapping jumble yet these few words seemed clearer each time she heard them.\n\n\tAnd she did hear them. Vikki listened intently as the words looped and twisted again and again in the air around her. She found herself rolling her hips in time with the complex rhythms they followed. Each vile, nasty, hurtful word or phrase ending just as her needy hips hit a crescendo. \n\n\tEach time she repeated this the thing around her neck tightened a bit more. Each time she repeated this her body took itself just a bit closer to where those raging bundles of hormones demanded. Vikki could feel her slowly fading rational mind screaming and crying in rage and terror as she let herself parrot the words and wriggle her hips so dangerously close to those implements. Each time telling herself she would stop. She needed to stop so badly yet found that each ritual repetition grew better than the last.\n\n\t‘Cunt”\n\n\t“Sex doll”\n\n\t“Not a person”\n\n\tEach repetition was louder and harder as her eyes glazed back and her body convulsed. Vikkis head swam and started to scream as these strange sensations built and roiled around in her mind. All of the terror and agony seeping though her as she felt that strange and scary snap of her own will. \n\n\tIn that moment, she came.\n\n\tShe knew what it was. She had felt it before. Or rather had felt something like it. The HUD from her little data jack went a bit wonky and her eyes glazed back while ripples of shameful wonderful pleasure shot though the poor helpless vixen. She practically barked the string of insults and abuse as it came now. Each word said though a flood of tears and pleas for the messages to stop. She wanted them to stop. She wanted it so badly. Yet more than that she wanted to ride this sensation as long as she could. Her soft white hips and fluid-stained thighs ached and arched pleading for some kind of release. Those pretty gold eyes rolled and slumped while she tried to gather her own mind. As she rode the orgasm over and over again until her body could barely support itself.\n\n\tJust as it was dying down her body slumped back. It was greeted by two more arms, stronger than the others, raising up from the pod and wrapping around the fox girls midriff. These arms held her firmly and swelled tight, soon followed by tow more that held her things and hips in place along with it. Vikki blinked and looked around in panic with the objects holding her fast.\n\n\t“Initial results well within parameters. This material is optimal for new processes. Marking”\n\n\tThe poor little fox blinked and yelped as she started to squirm. Her hips wriggling and writhing as she felt those arms holding her oh so very hard. The orgasmic cusp once again returned and she wriggled herself helplessly watching oh so hopelessly as one arm moved up before her pelvis. A tool end with many little needles on it slowly lowering towards her white pristine fur.\n\n\tThe helpless fox screamed. A loud, pealing scream mixed with the slightest hints of am one. She felt the arm slowly moving its way down her body. The contact of needles on flesh burning and pulsing.\n\n\t“No! Stop. Please stop. Oh gods please just please stop it it hurts” Vikki twitched helplessly and twisted her upper body. The collar doing it’s work and the restraints keeping her still while thin stripped lines were traced visibly above her nethers. She pulled away in desperate need as she tried to get away from it and then gasped as she felt her hips pushing out. The growing pain mixing and twisting with a twisted kind of pleasure \n\n\tThe two sensations kept twisting in her helpless body. The words, the voices once again growing louder than any of her screams. The mark had gone half-way along her fur. Through it all she could feel the growing moisture between her legs trickling down and tracing her flesh and fur as another orgasm slowly pushed to its peak.\n\n\t“Please just make it stop! I want to suffer… I mean I want my sister. I want my mommy. I want to serve. Drones want to serve. I want to cum, need to cum. Please let slave cum. Please… please let me out” \n\n\t“Material has no say. Material will be used and converted. Material will be upgraded.” The voice was flat once more, save for a small giggle on the end. The needle arm finally pulling away. Vikki’s HUD cued up once more showing a nice, clear, glowing barcode in a bright bioluminescent blue.\n\n\t“What did… stop calling me that. Let me out of here. Make the voices stop. I just want to find my sister. I didn’t do anything to you… j-just let me up” \n\n\t“Material has no say” the voice reiterated “Materials sister does not matter. Materials desires do not matter. Material Vikki is property” The voice moaned the word “Material Vikki is providing optimal data.” \n\n\t“How do you know my name?” the fox sniffled “Why do you keep calling me that? You put that thing on me. Was that, was that a tattoo?”\n\n\t“Property needs to be marked” The voice retorted. Something about that making the poor fox groan.\n\n\t“Property needs to be property marked and displayed. Property needs to be made useful.”\n\n\t“Slaves need to be marked and displayed. Slaves need to be made useful” Vikki whimpred out. She slumped a bit and shivered then blinked, not quite sure how those words came from her mouth.\n\n\t“Correct. Phase one has proven successful. Calculations for success in phase two deemed acceptable.”\n\n\tVikki felt something poking between her legs, and struggled to glance down and see what it was. Her eyes unable to see what was happening. She wriggled and writhed her hips as she tried to look down and see. Even the tightening strap didn’t stop her from struggling to see. Naturally she couldn’t. At least not from her own vantage point. Yet it didn’t take long for the image in her HUD to shift and put in full display the sensations tickling her tender lower regions.\n\n\t“No way” she muttered fearfully. Terror mixed with a tinge of unwanted excitement creeping into Vikkis voice as she tried to shake the image away. “What do you want form me? What are you doing? You can’t put those things in me” she sniffled. It was a pair of shafts. She had some idea that one was canid thanks to the knot on it, the other was unfamiliar but long and conical and thick. Both were black with a dark rubbery sheen and both seemed to have just a bit of moisture at the tips.\n\n\tVikki slammed her eyes shut and shook her head desperately. The image didn’t go away. The light in her eyes forcing the image into her head as the tips slowly moved towards her unprotected holes. That weak body trembled with fear and dread as the tips slowly moved ever closer. Feeling the tips brushing against her. In spite of everything her body twitched and convulsed and even sank down ever so slightly with the feeling of need and pleasure rippling though it.\n\n\t“Material Vikki will be fucked. Material Vikki will be used.”\n\n\t“Slave Vikki will be fucked. Slave Vikki will be used” She parroted in reply. The words burning with fearful lust in her chest. “N-no no please. Please don’t do this. Don’t make me do this” she whined as the two shafts pushed up a bit more. Trembling and pushing up against the holes as something thick and warm leaked from them.\n\n\t“Material is meant to serve Mistress”\n\n\t\n\n\t“Weak little cock socket”\n\n\t“Material is to be converted”\n\n\t“I’m gonna be a sex doll. No, please no.”\n\n\t“Material has no rights”\n\n\t“I deserve to hurt. I deserve to suffer”\n\n\t“Material has no say”\n\n\t“I can never escape”\n\n\t“Material will be converted”\n\n\t“I’m gonna be converted”\n\n\tThe words, the string of assaults and abuse continued as the shafts suddenly pushed themselves in. No ceremony or grandeur. Just the sheer, utter pain and unwanted bliss of the canid and rodent shafts forcing their way deep into her body. Vikki screamed loudly as she felt her insides stretch and contort. It felt like the two thick bundles of rubber should rip her apart, but at the same time it didn’t. The strange thick warm goo from the tips helping lube the insertion just enough to make the process both agonizing and utterly arousing. She rocked and roiled helplessly with the two toys as they started to mercilessly piston into her. Vikki screaming and thrashing, but unable to escape from the mechanical arms and shackles that held her in place.\n\n\tEven though her screaming Vikki noticed her own moans and whines of pleasure. She felt the shameful words leaving her own mouth. “I’m weak. I’m worthless. I deserve this. Please make it stop. I deserve to be fucked. I want to be a sex toy. I don’t. I don’t want to. Please make the sounds stop. Make it stop. M-make me… make me a toy” \n\n\tIt was impossible to get those words out of her mouth, or out of her mind. It was such a swirl of pain and growing pleasure as the forced assault drew another orgasm from her. Then a third, and a fourth. The constant humping piston action driving anything but the horror and bliss of her unwanted assault into her mind. The white furred girl streaming tears from her face as she was fucked on display for her captor. The cold, mechanical, unfeeling movement all but overwhelmed her as cool stiff rubber and some warm, thick, sticky something hammered deeply into her virgin holes without a shred of compassion.\n\n\tSoon Vikki was simply sobbing and resting weakly against the padding. Her fingers curled and balled helplessly with each stretching thrust. A passing thought crossed her mind. Some little drifting idea about her sister. Why she had come here. Why she had found herself suffering here. It now drown in a sea of her own pleasure and pain as she muttered her pleas for mercy and puppyish begging for the shafts to violate her and fill her.\n\n\tVikki just lay there. Sobbing, shivering and moaning out the words put into her head. Each of those painful hard orgasms seemed to come before the last left and it was hard to even think though the torrent of sensations racking her limp little body. She barely noticed as another of those arms moved out from the top of the pod. The boxy tip of that arm unfolding and pressing two smaller arms against her temples with a thick hypo cylinder on each one.\n\n\t“Beginning nanite wetware application.”\n\n\tThe words registered just enough to freshen the fear Vikki felt. A hard skull-rattling thunk pushed into either of her temples and Vikki choked on her scream. Something flooding deep into her head as the tiny machines started to dig and twist around in her head. \n\n\tThe machines could be felt flooding in. It filled her head. The sensation was oh so similar to the one filling her womb and flooding up her rear. All vile and squirming and wonderfully foreign. That little jaw finally going slack as her mind was tweaked and twisted around.\n\n\t“Please… don’t… S-stop” She mouthed as the voice from before murred over the muttered voices. “Formulation based on genetic similarities have proven successful. Mistress will be very pleased by this data. Good. Final processing of base unit may begin now.\n\n\tVikki blinked and gasped as she started to shiver. Something above her started to open. A small noise of something shifting where she could not see as the collar around her neck tensed tighter.\n\n\t“Please don’t hurt me” she muttered as something slowly started to creep over her. Thick heavy black goo slowly started to drip and trace itself over her convulsing body. As it started to rest on her head Vikki was too tired to even scream. She could feel that stuff moving around within her. Her orgasms hammering her fearful broken mind to the edge and her shoulders slumping while the thick darkness started to slowly trickle it’s way down her soft white fur.\n\n\tIt moved slowly and with an unnatural determination. It caressed down her hair and climbed its way over her ears, around her eyes. Small nubs like audio beads forming into her ear holes and blocking off the sounds. Seeming to filter them out and making the repetitions of those horrible words so utterly painfully clear.\n\n\tThe same goop caressed her tear stained cheeks and climbed her muzzle as it started to streak down her chest and back. Trickles crept up her muzzle and deep into her nose. Slowly coating and covering her sinuses while it wrapped around her mouth and started to form a thick additional layer over her latex clad muzzle.\n\n\tOnce again it was hard for the sobbing fox girl to get enough air in her lungs. That heavy tuft heaved and gasped even as the latex like material crept and coated over it clinging tightly and crushingly against her. That struggle for air just made her head swim and her toes curl. It was wonderfully agonizing. Her senses slowly dulled and controlled. Her soft gold eyes struggling tear-filled to focus as she was forced to watch herself fucked and used though this strange horror.\n\n\tThe black material just felt so wonderfully odd. It clung to her, squeezed her. Made every breath and movement so dull yet so very noticeable. Even as it crept down her tummy and along her pelvis she could feel the shafts pounding away at her even more. Feel the thick hot goo that was filling her as it was squeezed and compressed. The latexy goo slowly moved over her fresh tattoo and as it did the bar code began to show itself on her newly minted rubbery pelvis. The same lines in exactly the same places. Marking her as owned, as property.\n\n\tBy the time it crept down her tail and over her feet she was already melted into her own suffering and bliss. The twisted flow covering her hands and wrapping her feet in stiff ballet heels barely an afterthought. All she could do was mutter into her gas mask and whine. At that point she was actually trying to push her hips down on the shafts rather than escape. Not that the arms gave her a choice.\n\n\tThe last thing to be coated was her tail. That pretty bushy tail wrapped in a nice tight bag that seemed to push out every scrap of air left. Leaving nothing to keep her fur and flesh from that tight and all consuming latex.\n\n\tFinally, her eyes. Those pretty golden eyes. They widened with terror as something rose up from the spots that the latex left uncovered. Slowly growing and stemming themselves up and away from her before a thick pair of bright blue lenses began to form over them. Her whole world quickly shifted shades as the lenses overtook her normal sight, leaving her forever trapped in her little latex prison.\n\n\tJust as the lenses finished the pod began to shift itself up. Vikki found herself standing there helplessly. As she watched, a horrifying little thing walked out in front of her. It was a skunk, probably about her age, wrapped up in the same kind of thick black rubber Vikki felt holding her own body. The thing walked awkwardly along though at no point seemed like she would fall. There was no way to see her face or eyes. Nothing to distinguish her as a person, technically no way to tell it was a her save for the lack of anything between her legs.\n\n\tYet in spite of that Vikki couldn’t look away. Her eyes wide in shock and a touch of curiosity. At least as much curiosity as she could feel with the haze of her own slowing orgasms. Oddly, the machine seemed to choose that moment to begin slowly extracting the two tools from her body. She could feel herself shift and twist as they exited. Her passages tightening quickly and noticeably. Something tingling within her where the pain had hurt the worst. Feeling that little barrier of flesh reknit itself. Even that now coated with the thick twisted rubber.\n\n\tThe cuffs and arms that held her there slowly fell away and Vikki was left standing there under her own power. Those weak and fucksore muscles somehow supported her to a mechanical rigidity. She stood, straight and tall, head up and tail down with a perfect posture. Like some doll in box. A thought that gave her a considerable jolt of unwanted pleasure.\n\n\t“The new Prototype unit will state it’s designation.” The skunk said. The words coming from those horrible filtering earbuds in either ear.\n\n\t“Type: Loki Assimilation Drone Interface Model 002.” The words left her mouth, her throat, but Vikki didn’t know what any of them meant or where they came from. Yet the fact that she didn’t know gave her a tiny bit of a tingle up her spine.\n\n\t“Correct. What is your function, L.A.D.I 002?”\n\n\t“This units function is to serve Mistress, please Mistress and follow any task assigned to it.”\n\n\t“No matter how horrible, or humiliating, or wrong” Dana added with a small murr\n\n\t“This unit is made from Arctic Fox material. It is inferior to Mistress. It deserves whatever it is given” Vikki practically moaned those words. Even if she didn’t know where they came from they caused a deep little stir. Like those shafts that had fucked her only moments ago. To her horror, she realized that she wanted more.\n\n\t“Ohhh good. This is very good. So I guess for now… we should use your materials name as a designation, until mistress decides otherwise. It was Vikki, right?”\n\n\t“Yes, Unit 001” Vikki nodded\n\n\t“Well” Dana giggled “That is cute, and you do have the correct designation. But you came here looking for your big sister, didn’t you? Well since you went though all that work looking for a sister” Dana murred “Unit has permission to have one. Understood?”\n\n\t“Acknowledged, sister” Vikki said flatly.\n\n\t“Good. Now the next Phase will actually work on the rest of your silly little mental integration. But for now” Dana murred as she walked up and placed a hand on the glass. If the blank, servile little rubber drone could have smiled there is every chance she would have “My programming requires that Mistress and her beloved see the new prototype first.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Design: Refine

By TerraMGP

\tDana. What was it? Who was it? Dana knew it was her name, it was what she was. Yet she couldn’t get the question out of her head. In a sense she could see herself. Standing there. A simple, small skunk wrapped in high grade rubber nanites. A head full of bleeding edge augments and co-processors producing an absurd level of processing power. It would be easy to say that she was just looking down from the mass of unobtrusive cameras and sensors littered around the station.

\tYet she was also something different. She had to be something different. She was spread out so far, so thin. She could feel everything around her. Everything. The constant stream of power thrumming and running though the station from the power stations and substations streaked though the massive circle and spoke foundation of the city station. She could feel the itch of ships hugging the inner docking cavity of the hub. The hopes and dreams and secrets of millions around the station played out like a jarring mix of holovids as she watched them scamper along so weak and small. Her mind was pushed and twisted to see it, to monitor it, to obsess over it until she was brought to the brink of self. Mind streaking and racing over them at behest, at demand of Mistress.

\tShe could feel it even now. Feel her. That hateful, horrible, beautiful monster who had so utterly warped and ruined Dana. Resting now in the afterglow of passion with that abomination Dana had been forced to help create. The gothy mouse girl that held Mistress’ heart so dear forged from a corruption of the AI Dana was compelled to monitor. She hated them both. Hated them so deeply, so utterly. It sickened her. Made her stomach lurch and her folds so very wet just thinking about how gleefully Mistress had ripped away all Dana was. How she had been twisted to nothing but a tool. A lovingly tortured extension of that terrible will.

\tDana hated her, and she loved her. She loved that she hated her. She would do anything for her.

\tHer mind, or what little of her massive, racing intellect Dana could feel from the fog, half-shifted to the labs for a moment. Ever since her most recent change she had found herself coming back often. That simple little room where Mistress had forged them. The larger alcove where those unfortunate… or perhaps fortunate… enough to be selected were turned into more pretty rubber dolls for Mistress Ilka to play with. It never seemed to get old. The bodies came in, they woke, they screamed. Each one was different. Each transformation an utterly unique work of living art. Yet each end result was so very similar. So wonderfully exact to the baseline template with only the barest idea of prior species and sex. Even then it was questionable, and easily changed.

\tDana was part of that system now. She was part of that process. Her own warped little mind was the thing that now drove the engine of change. Her mechanical hand put them into the chambers. Her leashed will that started the injections or ripped away that will. Her own design that allowed her to make Mistress new toys, new dolls, new disposable treasures from the inferior fur and flesh of those not created as perfect as Mistress Ilka.

\tHer own meatspace paw drifted a bit between her legs as she watched herself, her own will, her own leashed essence dropping them in one by one. It didn’t matter what they once were. Street urchins, professionals, political foes to off world allies. All came in the same. Dazed, helpless, ready to scream and plead as they watched their own destruction and enslavement. Struggling as Dana once had. Each agonizing transformation recorded in perfect clarity within the mind of the thing that was once the skunk.

\tEven now with all of her vastness and depth Dana could feel that part of her squirming and wriggling in impotent near ecstasy. Standing still by the fainting couch in the living area with her coated body rubbing paw to privates in an utterly helpless attempt to push herself up to the point of orgasm. A fruitless effort driven by her new state, her new role. One she simply could not resist.

\tUnfortunately even that was not something she could really focus on. Her mind, her awareness was far too big. That massive self still wandered. It still poked itself though thousands of lives. Thousands of citizens, of materials working in silly delusions of luxury and comfort. Pretending they were somehow more than the little rubber dolls Mistress collected.

\tParts of Danas mind once again wandered out over and though those little lives, even as something caught her interest.

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\t“Kenna, please bring up today’s news.” A small, sweet, white-furred fox sighed and walked up to the edge of the bed. She slumped an sat on the edge. A small HUD display popping up and starting to run though reams of text and muted videos at a speed her mind could barely process. No prompts, flashes. Everything she had put into the algorithm once again failing.

\tVikki whimpered and fell back on to the bed with an exhausted sigh. Nothing. Over a year since her sister had vanished. Over a year since the last contact they had. Yet every day she came home and ran the same search. Every day she allowed herself that little bit of hope.

\tMom didn’t want her doing it anymore. She’d told her to stop a while ago. That the station SecOps would let them know the second they heard anything. Vikki was pretty sure it was denial. The same denial that likely kept her working all hours of the day. If she was a bit older, a bit bigger, the little fox kit wondered if she could do more. SecOps might actually do something if they had someone bugging them or complaining at them more. But then…

\tShe stopped. Those bright yellow eyes darted up. The HUD naturally didn’t move to the front of her eye. She sighed and focused a moment willing that HUD back in to her eyeline.

\tIt was a picture, a simple picture. The kind she never would have paid attention to before any of this started. It was a protest. One of countless protests that could be seen throughout the station almost weekly at this point. They were usually about benign things. People being underpaid or overworked came up rather often. So did protests about actions on colony worlds. The biggest and most prevalent ones though were always about the same thing. Shifting Yggdrasil away from slave production.

\tStill it was the first lead she’d had since she started looking. Veronica hadn’t really been the type to be too active, but then even before she vanished she had been acting a bit differently. Hanging with a new crowd and brushing off her little sis to do things.

\tNot that her sister loved her any less. Vikki knew their mom was right. It was just a phase. Just something she had to work though.

\tThe young fox shook her head a moment and bit her lip a bit. She was letting her worries get the better of her. Veronica had to be somewhere and this was the best lead she had for it. Somewhere in that processing facility there had to be someone who knew what happened to her big sister. Who knew if she was ok or if she had run away or something.

\tVikki  took a moment and leaned back in her bed as she gazed up at the little sticky stars her big sister had put on her ceiling when they were little. This would work. This had to work. Vikki just had to be smart about it. If she could get in there they’d have to listen to her. Especially if she could sneak in and find something they didn’t want her to find.

\tWith things like this there were always things people didn’t want you to find.

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\tVikki mmphed slightly and groaned in frustration as she neared the terminal. It was lucky that the picture she had found contained the terminal address and a location stamp, since otherwise it looked like the same typical setup that barred any section of corporate production from the civilian areas. A pair of sentry drones and two officers guarding a set of two large scanning arches that separated the work areas from hab centers.

\tMore vital places usually looked a bit busier naturally. Heck she had one on her way to school with at least a dozen drones standing guard and the guards all wearing that scary black body armor company mercenaries liked to wear. This one wasn’t nearly as bad though. The guards sat in their small station watching some vid while sharing a sandwich.

\tFortunately, most places like this had a few security holes that even little kids knew how to get around. They weren’t safe by any means but even little cubs generally had at least one story of sneaking around parts of the station trying to get a toy from a closed shop or seeking to get to school on time.

\tWith the lax guards it was a simple matter for her to approach one of the air vents and pull off the emergency hatch without making too much noise. The lack of foot traffic meant that an opening to do so was easy as well, which was good considering how much trouble she’d get in.

\tFor someone much bigger than Vikki it would be almost impossible to slip though the vent itself. Technically crews could put maintenance drones in to do work but the winds and twists that could crop up deep in the ducts were notoriously narrow and difficult to manage.

\tIt was a bad idea all around, but she needed to do it.

\tAs such Vikki took a careful look to either side and popped the handles free, letting the hard composite lid to the vent shafts fall as quietly as she could to the ground. Using the propped-up vent as a stepping stone she carefully wedged the toe of her shoe up against it and pushed her light little frame up into the vents themselves, slipping in quickly.

\tThe vents were tight. Narrow things clearly not designed for people to use. Long bare metal ducts with nothing to differentiate one area from the next. The fox girl pulled herself along them like the hero of some bad Hologame and tried her best to gauge just how far it would be between her initial spot and a room within the actual processing floor.

\tThankfully there were a few openings to the side that she could see not too far down. She didn’t want to get stuck in these things after all and it would be a rather simple matter to get down and hop into another room past the guards. The notion that Vikki didn’t know just what she was looking for crossed the poor girls mind. But if her sister had vanished as part of a protest then this was clearly the place to start investigating.

\tShe crawled as quietly as she could along the vent. Small slicks of grease and dirt rubbing in to her blazer and skirt. The poor girl gritted her teeth and grumbled a bit, but considering what she was doing she figured getting dirty was probably the least of her concerns.

\tVikki moved her way slowly along the ground. Her body trembling as she pushed herself up and around the hard right angle leading down the first corridor. She could already hear noises, perhaps the humming of heavy equipment. Not that she really knew what such things would sound like. There was another vent plate though, resting in the middle of another junction. At least now that she was this far Vikki knew she wasn’t going to get stuck. That fear out of her mind she was able to pull herself on a bit more quickly and carefully. Getting a good pace with her elbows as she pushed though the narrow corridor.

\tShe’d almost made it to the plate when something darted out over it. A large, spherical drone with one heavy unblinking photoreceptor eye. The machine hovered directly over the plate. Turning to one side, then the next. Scanning the corridors.

\tVikki stifled a yelp and started to slowly push herself backwards. Watching as the thing turned to one side, then the next. Scanning down the corridors one at a time.

\tShe hadn’t gotten far when the thing finally turned to her. Vikki stopped dead in her tracks. Paralyzed in fear as the metal eye focused its iris on her. The thing sat hovering for an eternal moment. Gazing at her. Still and quiet. It was almost a shock when a small whipcord tendril shot out from a tiny hole above the iris proper.

Vikki screamed as the thing made contact, and then things went dark.

\tEverything faded after the initial shock. Small moments of quiet lucidity were cut with long painful patches of utter darkness. Vikki’s head roiled and rolled with dazed pain every time she tried to lift it and though the haze she could barely sense the numb tingle of her shoulders as the drone whisked her along helplessly though vents and access corridors.

\tWhen she finally woke that numb pain had spread to every part of her body. Vikki’s school uniform was gone now. Stripped away and laying in a neatly cut pile not too far off. Those soft yellow eyes struggled to focus as she looked around dazed. She was laying on something soft and at an angle. Standing up just enough that her feet touched a padded foot rest below her that kept her held a bit off of the actual floor.

\tAs her eyes focused she started to squirm, to panic. Her arms and legs were held tight by thick magnetic cuffs around the wrists and ankles keeping her firmly in place. She was in some kind of chamber, a little thing like one of those medical pods at the hospital. Before her she could see a large array of similar pods resting there quietly, lined up perfectly in banks and rows, each with an opaque privacy sheen to the pods themselves.

\t“Hello? C-can anyone here me? There’s someone in here” Vikki yelled as she tried to pull her leg up enough and kick the glass. The cuffs had no give and each twist or turn chafed and dug into her flesh painfully. The bare puff of fur on her chest heaved in thick breaths of the sterile processed air as she tried to sit up, only for something thin and strong and tight around her neck to suddenly pull her back up against the pod painfully.

\tIt was some kind of collar. Not the hard metal of her other binds but something simple. A strip of something tough and rubbery that somehow still held her to the pod with a magnetic force she couldn’t hope to break.

\t“Subject LADI-002. Material will stop moving now.”

\tIt was an odd voice. A strange voice. Defiantly not any iteration of Kenna that she had ever heard. Hell it sounded about Vikkis age. Yet something about it was… off. Small, mechanical, rigid. Even more so than most AI personalities might be.

\tShe looked out of the pod as best she could to see the source of the voice. The drone that brought Vikki here still rested there in place. It’s thin mechanical tendril-arms and wide unblinking eye gazing at her nude form. That mixed with the voice finally caused poor Vikki to blush and push her thighs together as best she could as she realized someone might be watching her.

\t“Material was told to stop moving” the voice said flatly “Material needs to comply.”

\t“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about” Vikki whimpered “But I am not any sort of ‘material’ and I sure as heck don’t ‘need’ anything. Whoever you are you’d better let me go before I tell on you.”

\tEven as she said it Vikki closed her eyes and tried to think though the static. Sending frantic messages to her mother, to the SecOps emergency center, to everyone she had been taught to in case of an emergency.

\tThe effort to send the message hurt badly. A sudden scream of pain came from the poor vixen girl. Exacerbated as the thing around her neck started to tighten. Started to slowly coil around her throat making breathing harder. Vikki screamed a throaty, choking little scream and arched her back already feeling those lungs stinging from need of air.

\tFinally the thing loosened up and she slumped back down. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally felt the air seeping back into her lungs.

\t“You were told to remain still, LADI-002. I am currently assessing your hardware and genetic baseline.”

\tVikki wrinkled her nose as she heard this and shook her head hard, still feeling the tight little collar around her. “Stop calling me that. My name’s Vikki and you’re in big trouble for stealing a security drone. You’re not supposed to hack into those you know.” She glanced at the aforementioned machine and winced a bit. A slight blush hit the poor vixens cheeks as she tried to hide herself. She felt, exposed. Vulnerable. More than a bit on display with her soft scrawny chest and simple delicate limbs. The very idea of someone watching her nude form like this made her whole body tingle in some churning little amalgam of shame and something else she couldn’t quite place.

\tNothing was said. The automaton just sat there for the longest time. Leaving her with no sounds beyond her own breathing and the few choked-back sobs rising in her throat.

\tFinally the poor vixen girl heard something else, and looked down to see a small set of delicate surgical arms starting to extend out from various parts of the pod. Whirring to life quickly as they slowly inched themselves into place. “Look I don’t know what you want here but I just came here looking for my sister” she whimpered “I-if you just let me go I’m sure my mom can work something out. J-just let me down and we can talk about this, ok?”

\tA sharp whir screeched near her ear and Vikki felt the cold metal of a hypo pressing up against her neck. Something flooding deep into her body before she had a chance to react. Not that she didn’t scream afterwards. A scream once again cut off as the collar tightened ever so slightly.

\t“Oh, I… I know that hurts” the voice said again. Still odd and mechanically flat yet no longer as precise and detached. “It is however vital for the next phases of the process. The previous iteration did not create a proper initial balance of desired thoughts and feelings from the material. Mistress is very cruel, but her ambition has made her inefficient. I have had to recalibrate.”

\t“What did you put in me?” Vikki yelped as she felt her whole body getting weaker. Every muscle twitching and releasing just a bit as the strange sedative effect ran though her body. “Please just, just let me go. I promise if you let me go I’ll… I’ll I donno. I really don’t. Just please let me go” She sniffled as the poor girl stayed shivering in place. An odd uncomfortable warmth spreading over her body as sounds, barely perceptible sounds started to dance around just at the cusp of her hearing.

\t“Phase one is initiated. Hardware implementation has been moved back to phase two” The voice said over the whispers “You are responding far better to this than the material for the previous project. I’m really surprised. I may have to recalibrate some numbers.”

\tThoughts of her sister had fled Vikkis mind, most thoughts had at this point, save for a pure and primal panic. She folded her ears down and looked around trying to find the source of the sound. Those pretty yellow eyes wide with fear and tears as she traced the interior of her little prison with all of its primed arms staying threateningly still and the cold silvery steel offset by black padding.

\tShe just kept trying not to listen, and the more she tried, the more the little fox felt her body getting weaker and hotter. The longer she focused on it, the more that sensation grew. Patterns within patterns of that sound she simply couldn’t keep out of her head pushing her body into fidgets and jolts. She looked around nervously and tried to wriggle her arms or legs free. She tried to move her neck only to feel the thing tighten just a bit.

\tEven a moment of tightness seemed to send her body to little spasms as the heat growing deep in her started to rise. The more it rose the more she could almost focus on the words. The more it rose… the more she wanted to touch herself.

\tVikki blushed at that realization. Her toes curled and cheeks went a deep dark pink as she fidgeted just a bit. Trying to move her hand a bit closer, or to rub her thighs together. Absently at first. A nervous twitch of her body doing what her mind didn’t dare. As she became aware of it though Vikki felt the growing knot of guilt in her gut slowly rolling and coating in the odd and unfamiliar sensation of arousal.

\tIt was wrong, it was bad. She was bad. Bad and dirty for feeling this way while her big sister suffered, or worse. She was here to save her sister. Here to save Veronica. Vikki tried so hard to focus on that.

\tBut then she would catch sight of that robotic eye still staring unblinkingly at her own nude little body. Gazing over every inch with it’s cruel and somehow disapproving judgment. She would try to look away only to feel the collar around her neck tighten and choke. Cutting off a bit of air, making her head tingle with light little notes of pain and panic. The strange rubbery stuff crushing her with so much power and authority that it seemed to wring every drop of fear out of the poor girl.

\tShe gasped, arched her back, and let out a loud whimpery groan. Trying to lean back to make the thing stop. Trying to escape the clutches of that wicked thing. Yet each and every time it finally did let up there was some small seed of disappointment in the back of Vikkis mind. Some small pleasure as the sobs echoed from her lips.

\tThis small slice of hell kept playing itself out to the abused kit as her chest heaved in breaths of that twisted sterile air. Her senses giving nothing to stimulate them or draw attention away from the slowly looping patterns of behavior and struggle and sound. Nothing seemed to change as her shame forced her to squirm, and struggle, and finally collapse as the collar wrang tears and sobs and sharp little moans from her.

\tThere was no way to tell how long this went on. No way to properly judge the passage of time as poor Vikki screamed and sobbed and slowly sank into her hopeless aroused confusion. When she could stop herself crying long enough the only words to utter from her mouth were soft pleas of mercy, and even they seemed muted and dulled in the chamber.

\tFinally she had quieted down. Resting on the cusp of twilight even as the processes and her own physical agitation kept her from falling into any sort of sleep. It seemed only then that the long and looping pattern finally seemed to click and she started to hear the words. A phrase jumping out at her though her own quiet sobs.

\t“Naughty little Vixen.”

\tHer ear perked. Vikki sat up as best she could and bit her lip as she listened for it again.

\t“Weak little fucktoy”

\t“You are not a person”

\t“Inferior”

\t“You love your betters”

\t“No freedom. No hope”

\tThe poor girl found herself mouthing these words as they flooded into her ear one after the other. Most of it still seemed like some overlapping jumble yet these few words seemed clearer each time she heard them.

\tAnd she did hear them. Vikki listened intently as the words looped and twisted again and again in the air around her. She found herself rolling her hips in time with the complex rhythms they followed. Each vile, nasty, hurtful word or phrase ending just as her needy hips hit a crescendo.

\tEach time she repeated this the thing around her neck tightened a bit more. Each time she repeated this her body took itself just a bit closer to where those raging bundles of hormones demanded. Vikki could feel her slowly fading rational mind screaming and crying in rage and terror as she let herself parrot the words and wriggle her hips so dangerously close to those implements. Each time telling herself she would stop. She needed to stop so badly yet found that each ritual repetition grew better than the last.

\t‘Cunt”

\t“Sex doll”

\t“Not a person”

\tEach repetition was louder and harder as her eyes glazed back and her body convulsed. Vikkis head swam and started to scream as these strange sensations built and roiled around in her mind. All of the terror and agony seeping though her as she felt that strange and scary snap of her own will.

\tIn that moment, she came.

\tShe knew what it was. She had felt it before. Or rather had felt something like it. The HUD from her little data jack went a bit wonky and her eyes glazed back while ripples of shameful wonderful pleasure shot though the poor helpless vixen. She practically barked the string of insults and abuse as it came now. Each word said though a flood of tears and pleas for the messages to stop. She wanted them to stop. She wanted it so badly. Yet more than that she wanted to ride this sensation as long as she could. Her soft white hips and fluid-stained thighs ached and arched pleading for some kind of release. Those pretty gold eyes rolled and slumped while she tried to gather her own mind. As she rode the orgasm over and over again until her body could barely support itself.

\tJust as it was dying down her body slumped back. It was greeted by two more arms, stronger than the others, raising up from the pod and wrapping around the fox girls midriff. These arms held her firmly and swelled tight, soon followed by tow more that held her things and hips in place along with it. Vikki blinked and looked around in panic with the objects holding her fast.

\t“Initial results well within parameters. This material is optimal for new processes. Marking”

\tThe poor little fox blinked and yelped as she started to squirm. Her hips wriggling and writhing as she felt those arms holding her oh so very hard. The orgasmic cusp once again returned and she wriggled herself helplessly watching oh so hopelessly as one arm moved up before her pelvis. A tool end with many little needles on it slowly lowering towards her white pristine fur.

\tThe helpless fox screamed. A loud, pealing scream mixed with the slightest hints of am one. She felt the arm slowly moving its way down her body. The contact of needles on flesh burning and pulsing.

\t“No! Stop. Please stop. Oh gods please just please stop it it hurts” Vikki twitched helplessly and twisted her upper body. The collar doing it’s work and the restraints keeping her still while thin stripped lines were traced visibly above her nethers. She pulled away in desperate need as she tried to get away from it and then gasped as she felt her hips pushing out. The growing pain mixing and twisting with a twisted kind of pleasure  

\tThe two sensations kept twisting in her helpless body. The words, the voices once again growing louder than any of her screams. The mark had gone half-way along her fur. Through it all she could feel the growing moisture between her legs trickling down and tracing her flesh and fur as another orgasm slowly pushed to its peak.

\t“Please just make it stop! I want to suffer… I mean I want my sister. I want my mommy. I want to serve. Drones want to serve. I want to cum, need to cum. Please let slave cum. Please… please let me out”

\t“Material has no say. Material will be used and converted. Material will be upgraded.” The voice was flat once more, save for a small giggle on the end. The needle arm finally pulling away. Vikki’s HUD cued up once more showing a nice, clear, glowing barcode in a bright bioluminescent blue.

\t“What did… stop calling me that. Let me out of here. Make the voices stop. I just want to find my sister. I didn’t do anything to you… j-just let me up”

\t“Material has no say” the voice reiterated “Materials sister does not matter. Materials desires do not matter. Material Vikki is property” The voice moaned the word “Material Vikki is providing optimal data.”

\t“How do you know my name?” the fox sniffled “Why do you keep calling me that? You put that thing on me. Was that, was that a tattoo?”

\t“Property needs to be marked” The voice retorted. Something about that making the poor fox groan.

\t“Property needs to be property marked and displayed. Property needs to be made useful.”

\t“Slaves need to be marked and displayed. Slaves need to be made useful” Vikki whimpred out. She slumped a bit and shivered then blinked, not quite sure how those words came from her mouth.

\t“Correct. Phase one has proven successful. Calculations for success in phase two deemed acceptable.”

\tVikki felt something poking between her legs, and struggled to glance down and see what it was. Her eyes unable to see what was happening. She wriggled and writhed her hips as she tried to look down and see. Even the tightening strap didn’t stop her from struggling to see. Naturally she couldn’t. At least not from her own vantage point. Yet it didn’t take long for the image in her HUD to shift and put in full display the sensations tickling her tender lower regions.

\t“No way” she muttered fearfully. Terror mixed with a tinge of unwanted excitement creeping into Vikkis voice as she tried to shake the image away. “What do you want form me? What are you doing? You can’t put those things in me” she sniffled. It was a pair of shafts. She had some idea that one was canid thanks to the knot on it, the other was unfamiliar but long and conical and thick. Both were black with a dark rubbery sheen and both seemed to have just a bit of moisture at the tips.

\tVikki slammed her eyes shut and shook her head desperately. The image didn’t go away. The light in her eyes forcing the image into her head as the tips slowly moved towards her unprotected holes. That weak body trembled with fear and dread as the tips slowly moved ever closer. Feeling the tips brushing against her. In spite of everything her body twitched and convulsed and even sank down ever so slightly with the feeling of need and pleasure rippling though it.

\t“Material Vikki will be fucked. Material Vikki will be used.”

\t“Slave Vikki will be fucked. Slave Vikki will be used” She parroted in reply. The words burning with fearful lust in her chest. “N-no no please. Please don’t do this. Don’t make me do this” she whined as the two shafts pushed up a bit more. Trembling and pushing up against the holes as something thick and warm leaked from them.

\t“Material is meant to serve Mistress”

\t

\t“Weak little cock socket”

\t“Material is to be converted”

\t“I’m gonna be a sex doll. No, please no.”

\t“Material has no rights”

\t“I deserve to hurt. I deserve to suffer”

\t“Material has no say”

\t“I can never escape”

\t“Material will be converted”

\t“I’m gonna be converted”

\tThe words, the string of assaults and abuse continued as the shafts suddenly pushed themselves in. No ceremony or grandeur. Just the sheer, utter pain and unwanted bliss of the canid and rodent shafts forcing their way deep into her body. Vikki screamed loudly as she felt her insides stretch and contort. It felt like the two thick bundles of rubber should rip her apart, but at the same time it didn’t. The strange thick warm goo from the tips helping lube the insertion just enough to make the process both agonizing and utterly arousing. She rocked and roiled helplessly with the two toys as they started to mercilessly piston into her. Vikki screaming and thrashing, but unable to escape from the mechanical arms and shackles that held her in place.

\tEven though her screaming Vikki noticed her own moans and whines of pleasure. She felt the shameful words leaving her own mouth. “I’m weak. I’m worthless. I deserve this. Please make it stop. I deserve to be fucked. I want to be a sex toy. I don’t. I don’t want to. Please make the sounds stop. Make it stop. M-make me… make me a toy”

\tIt was impossible to get those words out of her mouth, or out of her mind. It was such a swirl of pain and growing pleasure as the forced assault drew another orgasm from her. Then a third, and a fourth. The constant humping piston action driving anything but the horror and bliss of her unwanted assault into her mind. The white furred girl streaming tears from her face as she was fucked on display for her captor. The cold, mechanical, unfeeling movement all but overwhelmed her as cool stiff rubber and some warm, thick, sticky something hammered deeply into her virgin holes without a shred of compassion.

\tSoon Vikki was simply sobbing and resting weakly against the padding. Her fingers curled and balled helplessly with each stretching thrust. A passing thought crossed her mind. Some little drifting idea about her sister. Why she had come here. Why she had found herself suffering here. It now drown in a sea of her own pleasure and pain as she muttered her pleas for mercy and puppyish begging for the shafts to violate her and fill her.

\tVikki just lay there. Sobbing, shivering and moaning out the words put into her head. Each of those painful hard orgasms seemed to come before the last left and it was hard to even think though the torrent of sensations racking her limp little body. She barely noticed as another of those arms moved out from the top of the pod. The boxy tip of that arm unfolding and pressing two smaller arms against her temples with a thick hypo cylinder on each one.

\t“Beginning nanite wetware application.”

\tThe words registered just enough to freshen the fear Vikki felt. A hard skull-rattling thunk pushed into either of her temples and Vikki choked on her scream. Something flooding deep into her head as the tiny machines started to dig and twist around in her head.

\tThe machines could be felt flooding in. It filled her head. The sensation was oh so similar to the one filling her womb and flooding up her rear. All vile and squirming and wonderfully foreign. That little jaw finally going slack as her mind was tweaked and twisted around.

\t“Please… don’t… S-stop” She mouthed as the voice from before murred over the muttered voices. “Formulation based on genetic similarities have proven successful. Mistress will be very pleased by this data. Good. Final processing of base unit may begin now.

\tVikki blinked and gasped as she started to shiver. Something above her started to open. A small noise of something shifting where she could not see as the collar around her neck tensed tighter.

\t“Please don’t hurt me” she muttered as something slowly started to creep over her. Thick heavy black goo slowly started to drip and trace itself over her convulsing body. As it started to rest on her head Vikki was too tired to even scream. She could feel that stuff moving around within her. Her orgasms hammering her fearful broken mind to the edge and her shoulders slumping while the thick darkness started to slowly trickle it’s way down her soft white fur.

\tIt moved slowly and with an unnatural determination. It caressed down her hair and climbed its way over her ears, around her eyes. Small nubs like audio beads forming into her ear holes and blocking off the sounds. Seeming to filter them out and making the repetitions of those horrible words so utterly painfully clear.

\tThe same goop caressed her tear stained cheeks and climbed her muzzle as it started to streak down her chest and back. Trickles crept up her muzzle and deep into her nose. Slowly coating and covering her sinuses while it wrapped around her mouth and started to form a thick additional layer over her latex clad muzzle.

\tOnce again it was hard for the sobbing fox girl to get enough air in her lungs. That heavy tuft heaved and gasped even as the latex like material crept and coated over it clinging tightly and crushingly against her. That struggle for air just made her head swim and her toes curl. It was wonderfully agonizing. Her senses slowly dulled and controlled. Her soft gold eyes struggling tear-filled to focus as she was forced to watch herself fucked and used though this strange horror.

\tThe black material just felt so wonderfully odd. It clung to her, squeezed her. Made every breath and movement so dull yet so very noticeable. Even as it crept down her tummy and along her pelvis she could feel the shafts pounding away at her even more. Feel the thick hot goo that was filling her as it was squeezed and compressed. The latexy goo slowly moved over her fresh tattoo and as it did the bar code began to show itself on her newly minted rubbery pelvis. The same lines in exactly the same places. Marking her as owned, as property.

\tBy the time it crept down her tail and over her feet she was already melted into her own suffering and bliss. The twisted flow covering her hands and wrapping her feet in stiff ballet heels barely an afterthought. All she could do was mutter into her gas mask and whine. At that point she was actually trying to push her hips down on the shafts rather than escape. Not that the arms gave her a choice.

\tThe last thing to be coated was her tail. That pretty bushy tail wrapped in a nice tight bag that seemed to push out every scrap of air left. Leaving nothing to keep her fur and flesh from that tight and all consuming latex.

\tFinally, her eyes. Those pretty golden eyes. They widened with terror as something rose up from the spots that the latex left uncovered. Slowly growing and stemming themselves up and away from her before a thick pair of bright blue lenses began to form over them. Her whole world quickly shifted shades as the lenses overtook her normal sight, leaving her forever trapped in her little latex prison.

\tJust as the lenses finished the pod began to shift itself up. Vikki found herself standing there helplessly. As she watched, a horrifying little thing walked out in front of her. It was a skunk, probably about her age, wrapped up in the same kind of thick black rubber Vikki felt holding her own body. The thing walked awkwardly along though at no point seemed like she would fall.  There was no way to see her face or eyes. Nothing to distinguish her as a person, technically no way to tell it was a her save for the lack of anything between her legs.

\tYet in spite of that Vikki couldn’t look away. Her eyes wide in shock and a touch of curiosity. At least as much curiosity as she could feel with the haze of her own slowing orgasms. Oddly, the machine seemed to choose that moment to begin slowly extracting the two tools from her body. She could feel herself shift and twist as they exited. Her passages tightening quickly and noticeably. Something tingling within her where the pain had hurt the worst. Feeling that little barrier of flesh reknit itself. Even that now coated with the thick twisted rubber.

\tThe cuffs and arms that held her there slowly fell away and Vikki was left standing there under her own power. Those weak and fucksore muscles somehow supported her to a mechanical rigidity. She stood, straight and tall, head up and tail down with a perfect posture. Like some doll in  box. A thought that gave her a considerable jolt of unwanted pleasure.

\t“The new Prototype unit will state it’s designation.” The skunk said. The words coming from those horrible filtering earbuds in either ear.

\t“Type: Loki Assimilation Drone Interface Model 002.” The words left her mouth, her throat, but Vikki didn’t know what any of them meant or where they came from. Yet the fact that she didn’t know gave her a tiny bit of a tingle up her spine.

\t“Correct. What is your function, L.A.D.I 002?”

\t“This units function is to serve Mistress, please Mistress and follow any task assigned to it.”

\t“No matter how horrible, or humiliating, or wrong” Dana added with a small murr

\t“This unit is made from Arctic Fox material. It is inferior to Mistress. It deserves whatever it is given” Vikki practically moaned those words. Even if she didn’t know where they came from they caused a deep little stir. Like those shafts that had fucked her only moments ago. To her horror, she realized that she wanted more.

\t“Ohhh good. This is very good. So I guess for now… we should use your materials name as a designation, until mistress decides otherwise. It was Vikki, right?”

\t“Yes, Unit 001” Vikki nodded

\t“Well” Dana giggled “That is cute, and you do have the correct designation. But you came here looking for your big sister, didn’t you? Well since you went though all that work looking for a sister” Dana murred “Unit has permission to have one. Understood?”

\t“Acknowledged, sister” Vikki said flatly.

\t“Good. Now the next Phase will actually work on the rest of your silly little mental integration. But for now” Dana murred as she walked up and placed a hand on the glass. If the blank, servile little rubber drone could have smiled there is every chance she would have “My programming requires that Mistress and her beloved see the new prototype first.”

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