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Fair warning, if you're not up to date with 'by design', probably best to read the others first. Both for continuity, and to make sure this is your cup of tea. Not for the faint of heart.", "writing": "By Design: Adoration, Part 2\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tSterile silence of the small room was maddeningly unnerving. Almost nothing. Almost an unnatural vacuum. A simple near-silent hum of power running though various systems and the occasional thud of soft bare paws on cool tile flooring. There had been more. Mere minutes ago the chorus had included the irregular thuds of fists on the hardened observation window of the pod.\n\n\tIlka couldn’t help but smirk at the now exhausted girl. She looked into those eyes curiously once more as she paced around slowly and carefully. Her two most useful drones standing flanked on either side of the window to her main conversion chamber. Still like statues with their repurposed little minds racing and darting in a perfect near synch. Just different enough to ensure there were unique perspectives. Unique identities just at the fringe of the whole.\n\n\tShe looked at the fox. The blue glow swelling a bit as the unit recognized the attention. Ilka sauntered and swayed a bit as she moved up to the domed thing and poked her nose tip. That latex-bound body jolting and convulsing in sublime agony as a near endless sea of processes was reduced to a bundle of agony and nerves. The sight was quite lovely. The kit teetering and swaying on those impossible boots as her body split between the instinctive jolts from pain. Pain no raw mortal mind could comprehend as the twisted semi-gestalt was made party to its own physical agony.\n\n\tVikki screamed hard as her body twitched and writhed. Near-autonomous pleas for mercy slipping though the gasped words before finally standing back up straight and still at attention as she had been before. “Thank you Mistress.” She said with an adorable, calculated chirp. The blank featureless body seeming to shrug off the needless attack as if it were nothing.\n\n\tIlka looked over at Dana for a moment. The thing she’d used to Create her love. The one who had helped add a few tweaks to some of her plans after working out so well. What little body language the thing was permitted seemed to kick in as she swayed and twisted and looked as longingly as that blank faceless rubber mask would allow towards Vikki. A look the fox soon returned. It was quite cute. The wolf figured she’d have to find some new ways for the girls to torture each other later. When their work load was lighter of course.\n\n\t“So then my inferior little puppy. You’re the part of this that has been processing conversions, correct?” Ilka asked expectantly.\n\n\t“Yes Mistress. Unit 02 is currently set to handle all maters regarding processing procedure.” Vikki said sweetly. “This lowly little dolly has compiled a list of data for Mistress to examine that would allow for better customization of the process to her whims, if you would like.”\n\n\t“Later.” Ilka muttered “I know it’s hard for a couple of little processors to grasp, but we have more important things to consider right now.” She turned from Vikki to Dana. Pacing over slowly and running a hand along the girls inner thigh, between those legs. Hand caressing that mound, stroking the little skunks smooth trapped sex as it lingered on perpetual edge. “I am presuming if you have time to revel in your sisters agony, That you have finished gathering the needed data on our little snooper here?” she murred.\n\n\t“This unit loves sister.” Dana gasped into the long hose. Lenses flickering a moment as she nodded. “A relevant personnel file has been composed, Mistress. We await your feedback before setting up a proper regimen for her processing.”\n\n\t“Of course you do.” Ilka sighed “I don’t need a wad of rubber to remind me of her place. Just send me the file. I wish to address our little guest.” Ilka patted Dana on the head and then swatted her cheek before moving up to the pod, those blue eyes shimmering happily as she scanned over the figure within. Just a glance already told her quite a bit. The wolf swung her scrawny hips as she paced up to the pod and ran her fingertip down along the glass, watching the exhausted cub inside jolt and jump at the sudden shock of finally being acknowledged once more. \n\n\t“Oh, did the little voyeur miss me?” Ilka laughed. “Finally get all tuckered out with all that useless banging and struggling did we? You should count yourself lucky. Usually you’d be down there right now. Tucked away awaiting a simple, blunt conversion into something passably useful to me” she smirked and chuckled softly as she looked at the chipmunk girl. Her body shaking hard. Hard bruises forming around her eyes after the sobbing and screaming. \n\n\tThe little things thighs drenched with her own juices and piss after the assault from her traitorous arm. The sight was exquisite. Far better than the rather tepid indulgences in her conversion room right now. The fear somehow deeper, sweeter. She watched as the girl tried to say something. \n\n\t“Oh don’t bother.” Ilka laughed. “I have no need to hear from you just yet. When I want to know something from some pathetic little would be spy I‘m more than able to simply ask” The wolf leaned in and pushed her nose against the cool glass, looking deeply into those teary, bloodshot eyes with a fresh welling of predatory glee. “I suppose I should make sure, little one. Because it’s important. You do know who I am, yes?”\n\n\t\tThe girl nodded her head meekly and mouthed a few words.\n\t“what was that?” Ilka giggled “I don’t’ think I caught what you were saying little spy. You’ll have to speak up.” She grinned as the communications system for the pod was set back to normal, allowing her to hear the girl speak.\n\n\t“Y-you’re Lady Ilka Thanedottr, r-right ma’am?” she asked The poor munk girl shaking like a leaf as her voice cracked under the weight of the words.\n\n\tIlka nodded a bit, but said nothing. Her tail swaying as she leaned her body up against the pod glass a bit harder and her ears cocked playfully to the side. She just gave the girl a an expectant look and licked her muzzle oh so slowly keeping her eyes fixed on those soft, scared blue orbs. \n\n\t“W-well I… I know you’re important, Ma’am. That you and your family formed this company” She muttered. Emily soon adopting the most placating tone she could. “T-that you are already renowned for your skills in computer science. And I… Well I knew about this place, obviously.” The words were sheepish now. The poor munk trembling like a leaf as she took a few deep, passive, scared breaths. She was every bit the prey Ilka knew her to be, knew most everyone to be. Unable to hide the primal terror in her eyes.\n\n\t“Somehow I suspect you know more than that.” Ilka chuckled “Far more. You’re not stupid, girl. At least not relative to the typical citizen of this hunk of metal. If you were, I’d have to reconsider my own security measures quite carefully, wouldn’t I?”\n\n\tA small nod was the only response the munk could offer as she tried once more to drag her currently lifeless prosthetic arm in front of her sex, to hide some of her shame now that the struggle to free herself was clearly lost. She watched as the lady brought up a simple AR readout. Naturally the munk couldn’t see it. She didn’t have to though. She could already guess what it was.\n\n\t“So, Emily.” The wolf laughed. “I admit I’m rather torn on what to do with you. Obviously I can’t just let you go. Not now. Not after I know you’ve been spying, been saving information on my favorite little hobby. But then I don’t expect you thought that far ahead. After all. Accel program second string. Almost a washout? Troublemaker. Dishonest.” Ilka grinned ear to ear and licked her lips. “Washout from tactical programs for being too reckless, I see. My. And here I figured we set such a low bar for that.”\n\n\t“T-they were only simulations.” Emily muttered in tepid defense “it’s not like we were sending anyone to their death. It was about getting the best score, not pretending you care about theoretical blips on a screen.” The girl leaned forwards a bit, her ears perking. In spite of everything small notes of defiance crept in to her fearful reply as she looked up at Ilka and tried to stand up straight in the tilted pod. Soon falling back against the pad from the strain of even that simple act, having worn herself out over the past several minutes.\n\n\tThe actions just drew another chuckle from the wolfess as she looked back to her two rubbery toys for a moment. The cold blue eyes turning to the trapped munk moments later and fixating on her. Slowly scanning her nude form in a way that made Emily’s stomach plummet.\n\n\t“A failure is still a failure, child.” Ilka growled “Your reasoning does not matter. Blame does not matter. The fault rests with you…”\n\n\t“I… I still got in here, Ma’am.” She protested weakly. A small sliver of defiance flickering into her voice. “She wouldn’t be able to do that. She’s not smart enough, no good enough to do half of what I can. All she can do is…”\n\n\t“Is what, my dear?” Ilka growled as she watched the girl intently. “Is that why you were spying? Thought you could earn some favor with your teachers? Show her up? Prove which of you really is superior?” The wolf laughed as she slowly ran her fingertips up and down the pod, a seductive little trace that moved along the outline of the girls body. “That’s it, isn’t I dear? Thinking you could get some dirt on someone important? Show up a scandal? Prove that you’re not just some fuck up?”\n\n\tEmily shook her head hard to each of the questions. Her chest starting to heave as she looked away. Ears folding back, tears starting to form in her eyes. “no. That’s not it ma’am. That’s not… I didn’t’ want to expose you!”\n\n\t“Then what?” Ilka asked “Why were you spying on me you inferior little tree rat?” she growled. “What were you hoping to get out of me? What did you think you’d get, slipping past my security? Violating my privacy. Trying to show me up.” With each word Ilkas calm façade started to drop. The placid tone growing to a cruel, sharp growl as she slowly raked her claws over the pod door now.\n\n\t“I thought it was hot!” Emily finally blurted. She blushed and looked away trembling, cheeks dark and still streaked with tears that stained her fur. Her flat chest barely managing to keep up as she tried to get her breathing, her mind, under control.\n\n\tThat answer seemed to shock the wolf. Ilka pulling back slowly and narrowing her eyes a touch. “What was that, girl?” she growled.\n\n\t“I… Thought it was hot, ok? I was bored. What you were doing, it was… beautiful.”\n\n\tThe room fell still again. Hushed save for the dull flow of power running though it. Ilka leaning in. Quizzing, examining. Her face sliding mercurially from profound curiosity to a mask of contempt. “Beautiful? Have you watched, girl? Did you see what I do? See what I have done to these creatures? Do you have any idea what it is that your Lady subjects these lowly things to? Or why?”\n\n\tEmily nodded as she took a dry swallow and balked ever so softly. “Y-yes, My lady.” She stammered. “I mean, I don’t know why. But I managed to slip into the feeds. I managed to, to watch. To see, and record. You’re making them into servants. Into dolls. Into… something. Keeping them trapped, and aware, I think. Kind of aware. It’s confusing.” She bit her lip harder and tried to glance at the two rubber dolls standing perfectly still behind Ilka. A mix of curiosity and simple deprivation to avoid actually seeing the wolf face to face like this. Somehow that alone was even more terrifying than the reality of where she was. Or perhaps Emily simply couldn’t wrap her head around her situation.\n\n\tA laugh finally broke the silence. A small chuckle, really. One that grew, and grew. Ilka did her best to put her hand over her muzzle. Looking away. Soon even collapsing against the pod as her tail began to wag happily. The laugh soon busting free and full in the small space. Curling its manic notes around those few present as she struggled to pull air into her lungs. Struggled to keep herself standing. By the end of it she had slid down to the floor and was doing her best to simply catch her breath. Tears rolling down her cheeks with only one scared cub and two blank dolls to bare witness.\n\n\t“Oh, gods. By the gods, girl. You really know nothing. You don’t understand a damn thing, do you?” Ilka growled as she pulled herself back up to stand. Turning her eyes on the trembling ball of sleek fur and nerves trapped before her. “Just some stupid child who found something she couldn’t grasp. Something that set her stupid little heart aflutter. Did you really not think about the consequence? Did you think you would not get caught?” The wolf wore a twisted grin as she asked these questions, but the grin quickly began to turn, to sour. Her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer and licked her lips slowly. “Did you think I was stupid enough not to notice, girl? That your insignificant little mind could somehow avoid me? Outsmart me?”\n\n\tThe wolf girl slammed her hand onto the pod door causing Emily to jolt. By now the cub was sobbing, shaking her head, all but pleading for words. Ilka ignored it. She turned and stared to walk away. Half stomping, half limping, eyes now turned to the window facing her little conversion room below. “Neocortex density nearly two times normal. temporal lobe twenty three percent faster. Wasted energy on limbic system down by fucking half.” she slammed her palm on the glass, then again, and a third time, fourth, and fifth. Claws raking against the durable display as she gazed seemingly into nothingness. Muttering under her breath between growls and snaps and barks.\n\n\tAll the trapped munk could do was watch. Her blurry eyes struggling to focus on the oligarchal royal as the wolf clawed and muttered. The only intelligible words slipping past her barks and groans were a small, frustrated “I’m not” Repeated over and over again. When the Lady finally stood, Emily felt her blood suddenly run cold. That momentary mania vanished as if it had never been, replaced by a twisted and chilling calm.\n\n\t“Psychological and neurological aptitude tests place you as having advanced logistic capabilities.” Ilka muttered matter of factly. Her words coming in as if part of a conversation that had never happened. “High end problem solving skills. Relatively high marks dealing with coding and virtual interface manipulation.” Ilka scoffed a bit even as she said the words, glancing at Dana for a moment.\n\n\t“Her hardware is woefully underpowered, Mistress. High end only for her current established studies. Internal processing and data jack structures low even by your brothers standards. Arm primarily utilitarian.”\n\n\t“The materials skillset is acceptable but unrefined.” Vikki noted the instant Ilkas attention turned to the kit “Disposition is largely aligned with proper, accepted worldview. However it would appear that such a view has hindered her advancement in the face of outdated station wide convention.”\n\n\tEmily perked her ears a bit at that, shaking her head and whimpering loudly. “Look. I got in here. I got past your security. I slipped past that funky Kenna shell you got going. My Lady, I know I’m a fuck up. I know I don’t’ try. But I can. If I had a reason to. Please, You are so much smarter, and better than those idiots in the program. I just want some way to prove my worth to you. You don’t’ have to…” Emily looked past Ilka to the pods and swallowed hard. It had been a fantasy, part of her fantasy, for so long. But now? Now her poor mind raced for a way to avoid it. Struggled for some way to save herself. Avoid the fate that loomed before her.\n\n\t“You wish to be useful?” Ilka murred almost casually. “Wish to be something important? I’m guessing you think yourself better than those faceless little dollies being churned out down there. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re far smarter than your files and scans can predict. Tell me, girl. Can you guess at what I am doing? Guess at the vision of the future I hold? At the grand design laid out before me like the very bridge of the gods?”\n\n\tThe chipmunk fell quiet and still. Her body too spent on adrenaline and cortisol to muster more than a whimper. Watching as Lady Thanedottr leaned in slowly and caressed the tube-shaped lid almost tenderly. Her cold, bare body almost able to feel those fingers gracing it. “No, My lady.” She muttered breathlessly.\n\n\t“I didn’t think so. Yet you claim you find it beautiful? Those lives, those minds, those souls. Writing and trapped in an agony of my own creation? An agony which can’t be escaped by something as petty as death?” There was a strangely pleased growl in the wolfs words with that last statement. Her breath picking up as she just looked deeply into the cubs eyes.\n\n\tTears formed in Emily’s eyes as she looked back and nodded. Her body now as still as the claimed arm. Even her breaths faint and trembling. “Yes, My Lady.”\n\n\t“Why?” Ilka murred.\n\n\t“Because I can see something in it. I don’t’ know what. I can’t say what. But something is different. Wonderful. Beautiful. Because… because I know you have something glorious planned. Because you are glorious, and beautiful, and superior.”\n\n\tIlka was used to hollow flattery. It was arguably the cornerstone of her life. Bowing, scraping supplicants who felt too weak or disadvantaged to pray at the alter of her sister. Those who still had enough dignity to avoid her big brother. That shallow supplication was little more than static and white noise to her. The background radiation of the cosmos.\n\n\tPerhaps that was why these pleas tweaked her ears so.\n\n\t“You wish to serve me?” The wolf asked. A measured grin crossing her face.\n\n\t“Oh yes, My Lady.” Emily nodded.\n\n\t“You wish to be of use to me? To help me realize that grand vision your little mind cannot grasp? Perhaps to grasp some small spark of it yourself?”\n\n\t“Yes, My Lady. More than anything.” Emily nodded. “Please, spare me. I promise I can be useful.”\n\n\tOnce again the wolf smiled. Her bony hips swaying in that shiny dress as she tenderly caressed the pod with the back of her hand. Looking the cub over one more time as she mulled the idea. Then, just as quickly, she turned and nodded to the two dolls nearby. Looking between them. “Well girls, You heard her. I am feeling merciful today.” She laughed as she walked back towards the center of the room. Her dress melted off almost instantly, shifting and twisting as it met with a slowly forming stem of metal that dropped down from the ceiling. A suspended seat forming for the wolf as she slipped down on to a nice foamy cushion and propped one leg against the egg-shaped wall, looking in at the chipmunk girl with a smile.\n\n\t“Start with the arm, my little toys. I want to make sure she feels it.” Ilka murred “consider it part of her reward.”\n\n\t“What?” Emily gasped “My lady, no. Please!” the cub let out a loud shriek as she felt the arm slamming itself against the back of the pod. Instantly the delicate armatures and tools that frequently worked on cybernetics in a medical pod popped free and made their way towards the carbon-black limb. Sudden jolts of agony started to surge though Emily as she tugged and pulled at her unresponsive arm. Body twitching for just a moment before her organic wrist and legs were all bound in the typical cuffs. Keeping her pinned and helpless.\n\n\t“Material has been evaluated.” A strange girl voice echoed into her pod.\n\n\t“Mistress has permitted us to be generous.”\n\n\t“Material Emily displays desirable characteristics.”\n\n\tThe two voices, so different and yet so matched in tone and tempo twisted and rippled though her head and cut though the pain as the panels and plates were peeled back from her arm. Glowing orange vanity lights soon all that remained as the internal frame was laid bare. Shielded espionage components, tools, myomer fibers and flickering components all screaming and active as the fine tools began to pick and snip at the components. Stripping it down slowly and carefully.\n\n\t“Oh gods. Gods please stop this! My lady, I promised! I said I’d be good for you. I’d listen, I’d be useful.”\n\n\t“Sister will be useful.”\n\n\t“Material is laden with inferior components.”\n\n\t“Inferior parts.”\n\n\t“An inferior body.”\n\n\t“This is unacceptable.”\n\n\t“This is sad.”\n\n\t“We must fix sister”\n\n\t“We must upgrade the worthless material”\n\n\tEmily looked up from her arm for just a moment. Trembling at the barely restrained agony as she felt the bundles controlling her hand snipped and picked apart one by one. Small shears slowly robbing its mobility from her. She watched Lady Ilka as the wolf rolled her fingers slowly against her folds. Brushing and teasing those peals as she lounged lazily. A flicker of bliss in her eyes as she observed this all. The other two, the dolls she had been speaking of, began to advance slowly on Emily and the pod in an eerie unison. Each step mirrored. Pace matched. Even their tails swishing together as one.\n\n\tThe pain was almost too much to take. A wellspring that cascaded though her as each of the carefully chosen and placed components was removed bit by bit. Holo projector. Hard light projector, the various secondary logic computers and hacking systems. Tiny boxes and optic chips and quantum processors all slipping free after nearly a decade of being fused to her false arm. Leaving that little node in her brain screaming from the phantom pain even as the edited sensations streamed though her arm itself, leaving it feel alive and raw.\n\n\t“You have been observing Mistress’ work.”\n\n\t“We have been observing you. Sister.”\n\n\t“Sister is a slut.”\n\n\t“Sister is a sadist.” the girls giggled as they leaned in closer to the pod. Two sets of lenses glaring in at her. “Sister displays traits Mistress did not see fit to put in us by programming.”\n\n\t“Traits which may be useful in our role of serving her.” “This will require us to examine these traits further.”\n\n\t“This is the reason behind the upgrade.”\n\n\tThe quasi-numb feeling of her fingers twitching only got worse as Emily spared a glance to see them detached, removed. Old components stripped away while fabrication printers whirred and creaked to dull life. It would have almost been a mercy if the pain had been a distraction. Emily wanted so badly to ignore the implication of the words spoken in to her pod. Even as she became oh so vaguely aware of more movement. A dull, thrumming sound that echoed though the pod along with the words of the girls. An odd, heady, musky scent. One that shot though her like a jolt of raw electricity and made the fur on eh back of her neck stand on end. Instantly it made her feel fidgety and anxious. Aroused, needy, weak. All feelings she had, before that moment, only dreamed of. A blissful masochistic terror shooting though her synapses.\n\n\tCursing herself, Emily took a deep and heady breath of the new scent.\n\n\t“Good sister.” the two giggled in unison. It was about this time that Emily found herself sinking easily into the well of sensations. Her arm seeming little more than a framework, and even that was being slowly twisted and replaced. The long support struts now carefully pulled away to leave bare socket and joint, with connections ready to be built upon. At the same time the munk could feel something thick. Something sticky and wet slipping down the small of her back and though that thick mop of hair. Tickling her ears as her growing tingle of arousal hit the painful and sudden realization.\n\n\tWithout the unresponsive arm to hold her Emily struggled to pull her flat little rump up and drag her body free of the material. Primal instinct screaming to fight the inevitable even as the noises and smells fogged her brain. “W-why? Why are you doing this?” she pleaded as she spared a sideways glance at Lady Ilka. The wolf was reclined to an almost absurd degree. Hips in the air, twitching on a dingle slender finger as she rocked in a steady rhythm. Neither doll could see her, but they seemed to sway to that same tempo.\n\n\tIlka said nothing, but the growing giggles from the girls that filtered into the pod said more than enough. As things went on it simply made her feel smaller, weaker. The strain of holding herself up growing heavier as she felt the thick liquid cascading down her trapped shins and feet. Body already sinking slowly into the eternal prison she had gleefully watched envelop so many others as she whiled away her time in that damn bunk.\n\n\t“Sister is so stupid.”\n\n\t“So weak”\n\n\t“So inferior”\n\n\tThe two girls giggled as they held hands, looking in at her. “We already know. Know about you. More than a name or statistics.”\n\n\t“Your whole life is easy for these units to analyze. Simple thoughts. Simple motivations.”\n\n\t“Hate. Pain. Fear. Sister is afraid.”\n\n\t“The worthless whore is afraid of falling. Of accepting what she is.”\n\n\t“What she wants.”\n\n\t“What IT wants.”\n\n\tOnce again Emily cast her eyes on Ilka. Looked at the lady longingly. Those tear-filled eyes ready to scream and plead for mercy. And yet, they didn’t. Even as the chipmunk felt her slender wrist tremble and strain. Even as she felt the fur on her shins slowly caked and coated over with that horrible glossy sheen. All she could feel when looking at this perfect specimen was a growing need. A confused, longing, yearning need. It didn’t abate her fears. If anything they only grew worse. But she knew she needed this. Deserved this. She was weak, she was prey, and she was caught. Emily knew she’d fight, and she knew, in the end, she would lose.\n\n\tNo sooner did that realization hit her than she felt her right arm finally give out. Her back landing hard into the semisolid pool of goo that now slowly moved its way over her body. The poor cub screamed and thrashed as it moved along her hair and ears. She felt it moving along her neck, and moments later felt something pushing against the now dulled, glossy back of her head.\n\n\t“This is what you wanted, sister.”\n\n\t“This is why the toy got into the pod.”\n\n\t“We will make your wish come true.”\n\n\t“You will give us what we require of you.”\n\n\tAnother pain, searing and hot and sharp, shot though the girls head as something pushed though the latex and up against the node in her brain. Then another. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth. Before the latex had even dried an array of dull, uniform hexagonal plates sat flush with the base of her smooth new skull climbing up to the back of it. Each one no more than an inch, all screaming into her head as data began to flow in and out on its own.\n\n\tThe data was massive, garbled. More than her head could really take, at least at first. Small words trickling though. ‘bitch’, ‘worthless’, ‘owned’, “suffer’, ‘obey’, “Love Mistress”. The hazy munk cub was only barely aware of that last one being different. Of the last thought somehow feeling unique in the haze. Some absolute foundational truth. A seeming eternity of fawning, eager love. Unhealthy unrequited obsessive love, all swirling in her head. Stirring in her heart, and flowing out though the array of jacks now honeycombed against her head. \n\n\tThe two girls at the other end of the pod gasped and trembled. Somehow Emily knew, she knew they thought and felt the same. What was more, she knew he were feeling it the way she felt it for the first time. In a way utterly new and foreign to them. She could feel them both now. A sea of flowing swirling data. Information with nothing to distinguish it beyond the most vague and permeable of borders.\n\n\tA needle pushed against Emily’s temple. The fur and flesh still not yet covered by latex. It was long. Thicker than it needed to be. Connected to a tube that fed into the pod itself. This was the next step, the next phase. The throbbing thrumming pain in her head told her so. The foolish girl had been so wrong. She was not worthy of Mistress, could never be worthy of her. This would get her closer, though. Fortunately she had no choice.\n\n\tBoth drones pushed heir flat rubbery chests together and gasped in delight as they looked on. Watching as the needle pushed in. Watching as the goo slowly slipped around and began to encompass that screaming face. Watching the nostrils flare, the eyes lulling back as superior technology slowly subsumed the inferior animal.\n\n\t“Mistress, Please, I love you!” Emily screamed. The words choked off as the rubbery mass slid into her mouth and along her tongue. Soon forming itself into a thick strong gas mask. Flooding that muzzle with the musk, with an exact approximation of Mistress’ scent.\n\n\tEmily, that name now feeling so wrong and distant, shuddered as she felt the rubber stop mere centimeters from her eyes. Thick metal protrusions starting to pull themselves up and glass over with bright shiny orange lenses. Soon the whole world was tinted a bright orange, and from there a starburst of data. Feeds from dozens, maybe hundreds of rubbery toys. Of their activity, of their waking nightmares. Of the thoughts and feelings those maddened beasts felt trapped in their perfect rubber shells.\n\n\tThe Nano machines flooded around her old node, subsuming the cultured bio-tool and slowly building something superb within. Sucking up all that was Emily and solidifying it into the new structure that would make up the mind of unit 03.\n\n\tFinally, Emily felt herself slipping off into that endless sea. Falling into the waters of her siblings. A helpless and grateful victim.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe agony of her disassembled arm was still fresh for 03 as she felt the printed parts slowly being laid into place. That was good, it was as it should be. It was impossible to claim she came up from the haze. If anything she as falling ever deeper into it. She was simply aware. Wonderfully and horribly aware. She was claimed and she would be made useful. Anything would be so lucky.\n\n\tConstruction of the new arm was still slow. It hadn’t finished, and yet Emily could see it as plain as day though the sea of data that devoured her perception. Slender and sleek almost to the point of emaciation, even on her fragile frame. A twisted grey appendage with sleek orange lights and mere whips of artificial muscles to give her what little movement was really needed. She could almost feel the sensation of the textured rubber tips brushing each other. It didn’t matter that the fingers had yet to be printed.\n\n\t03 was eager. She wanted her new arm. She wanted to be made whole and useful. To feel the new upgrades. The claytronic reservoir held deep within. The twisted web of QE mesh that would make her an antenna into any system she chose. Projectors and recorders and so many things her sisters had gifted her with. Better still she would get to feel the blissful shared agony of her sisters. Get to stand before Mistress and be made to suffer as she deserved. Punishment for existing and reward for gifting her sisters with the genuine, organic obsession she’d felt for Mistress so long. Watching the good work she was doing to these lowly organic nothings.\n\n\tThe unit tapped the lab camera she’d used so often and turned it on her new form. Her beautiful new body. It was a gift that the unit could never repay. But she knew it was not her place to try. She could only obey. As any dolly should. Obey, and suffer.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Design: Adoration, Part 2
By TerraMGP

\tSterile silence of the small room was maddeningly unnerving. Almost nothing. Almost an unnatural vacuum. A simple near-silent hum of power running though various systems and the occasional thud of soft bare paws on cool tile flooring. There had been more. Mere minutes ago the chorus had included the irregular thuds of fists on the hardened observation window of the pod.

\tIlka couldn’t help but smirk at the now exhausted girl. She looked into those eyes curiously once more as she paced around slowly and carefully. Her two most useful drones standing flanked on either side of the window to her main conversion chamber. Still like statues with their repurposed little minds racing and darting in a perfect near synch. Just different enough to ensure there were unique perspectives. Unique identities just at the fringe of the whole.

\tShe looked at the fox. The blue glow swelling a bit as the unit recognized the attention. Ilka sauntered and swayed a bit as she moved up to the domed thing and poked her nose tip. That latex-bound body jolting and convulsing in sublime agony as a near endless sea of processes was reduced to a bundle of agony and nerves. The sight was quite lovely. The kit teetering and swaying on those impossible boots as her body split between the instinctive jolts from pain. Pain no raw mortal mind could comprehend as the twisted semi-gestalt was made party to its own physical agony.

\tVikki screamed hard as her body twitched and writhed. Near-autonomous pleas for mercy slipping though the gasped words before finally standing back up straight and still at attention as she had been before. “Thank you Mistress.” She said with an adorable, calculated chirp. The blank featureless body seeming to shrug off the needless attack as if it were nothing.

\tIlka looked over at Dana for a moment. The thing she’d used to Create her love. The one who had helped add a few tweaks to some of her plans after working out so well. What little body language the thing was permitted seemed to kick in as she swayed and twisted and looked as longingly as that blank faceless rubber mask would allow towards Vikki. A look the fox soon returned. It was quite cute. The wolf figured she’d have to find some new ways for the girls to torture each other later. When their work load was lighter of course.

\t“So then my inferior little puppy. You’re the part of this that has been processing conversions, correct?” Ilka asked expectantly.

\t“Yes Mistress. Unit 02 is currently set to handle all maters regarding processing procedure.” Vikki said sweetly. “This lowly little dolly has compiled a list of data for Mistress to examine that would allow for better customization of the process to her whims, if you would like.”

\t“Later.” Ilka muttered “I know it’s hard for a couple of little processors to grasp, but we have more important things to consider right now.” She turned from Vikki to Dana. Pacing over slowly and running a hand along the girls inner thigh, between those legs. Hand caressing that mound, stroking the little skunks smooth trapped sex as it lingered on perpetual edge. “I am presuming if you have time to revel in your sisters agony, That you have finished gathering the needed data on our little snooper here?” she murred.

\t“This unit loves sister.” Dana gasped into the long hose. Lenses flickering a moment as she nodded. “A relevant personnel file has been composed, Mistress. We await your feedback before setting up a proper regimen for her processing.”

\t“Of course you do.” Ilka sighed “I don’t need a wad of rubber to remind me of her place. Just send me the file. I wish to address our little guest.” Ilka patted Dana on the head and then swatted her cheek before moving up to the pod, those blue eyes shimmering happily as she scanned over the figure within. Just a glance already told her quite a bit. The wolf swung her scrawny hips as she paced up to the pod and ran her fingertip down along the glass, watching the exhausted cub inside jolt and jump at the sudden shock of finally being acknowledged once more.

\t“Oh, did the little voyeur miss me?” Ilka laughed. “Finally get all tuckered out with all that useless banging and struggling did we? You should count yourself lucky. Usually you’d be down there right now. Tucked away awaiting a simple, blunt conversion into something passably useful to me” she smirked and chuckled softly as she looked at the chipmunk girl. Her body shaking hard. Hard bruises forming around her eyes after the sobbing and screaming.

\tThe little things thighs drenched with her own juices and piss after the assault from her traitorous arm. The sight was exquisite. Far better than the rather tepid indulgences in her conversion room right now. The fear somehow deeper, sweeter. She watched as the girl tried to say something.

\t“Oh don’t bother.” Ilka laughed. “I have no need to hear from you just yet. When I want to know something from some pathetic little would be spy I‘m more than able to simply ask” The wolf leaned in and pushed her nose against the cool glass, looking deeply into those teary, bloodshot eyes with a fresh welling of predatory glee. “I suppose I should make sure, little one. Because it’s important. You do know who I am, yes?”

\t\tThe girl nodded her head meekly and mouthed a few words.
\t“what was that?” Ilka giggled “I don’t’ think I caught what you were saying little spy. You’ll have to speak up.” She grinned as the communications system for the pod was set back to normal, allowing her to hear the girl speak.

\t“Y-you’re Lady Ilka Thanedottr, r-right ma’am?” she asked The poor munk girl shaking like a leaf as her voice cracked under the weight of the words.

\tIlka nodded a bit, but said nothing. Her tail swaying as she leaned her body up against the pod glass a bit harder and her ears cocked playfully to the side. She just  gave the girl a an expectant look and licked her muzzle oh so slowly keeping her eyes fixed on those soft, scared blue orbs.

\t“W-well I… I know you’re important, Ma’am. That you and your family formed this company” She muttered. Emily soon adopting the most placating tone she could. “T-that you are already renowned for your skills in computer science. And I… Well I knew about this place, obviously.” The words were sheepish now. The poor munk trembling like a leaf as she took a few deep, passive, scared breaths. She was every bit the prey Ilka knew her to be, knew most everyone to be. Unable to hide the primal terror in her eyes.

\t“Somehow I suspect you know more than that.” Ilka chuckled “Far more. You’re not stupid, girl. At least not relative to the typical citizen of this hunk of metal. If you were, I’d have to reconsider my own security measures quite carefully, wouldn’t I?”

\tA small nod was the only response the munk could offer as she tried once more to drag her currently lifeless prosthetic arm in front of her sex, to hide some of her shame now that the struggle to free herself was clearly lost. She watched as the lady brought up a simple AR readout. Naturally the munk couldn’t see it. She didn’t have to though. She could already guess what it was.

\t“So, Emily.” The wolf laughed. “I admit I’m rather torn on what to do with you. Obviously I can’t just let you go. Not now. Not after I know you’ve been spying, been saving information on my favorite little hobby. But then I don’t expect you thought that far ahead. After all. Accel program second string. Almost a washout? Troublemaker. Dishonest.” Ilka grinned ear to ear and licked her lips. “Washout from tactical programs for being too reckless, I see. My. And here I figured we set such a low bar for that.”

\t“T-they were only simulations.” Emily muttered in tepid defense “it’s not like we were sending anyone to their death. It was about getting the best score, not pretending you care about theoretical blips on a screen.” The girl leaned forwards a bit, her ears perking. In spite of everything small notes of defiance crept in to her fearful reply as she looked up at Ilka and tried to stand up straight in the tilted pod. Soon falling back against the pad from the strain of even that simple act, having worn herself out over the past several minutes.

\tThe actions just drew another chuckle from the wolfess as she looked back to her two rubbery toys for a moment. The cold blue eyes turning to the trapped munk moments later and fixating on her. Slowly scanning her nude form in a way that made Emily’s stomach plummet.

\t“A failure is still a failure, child.” Ilka growled “Your reasoning does not matter. Blame does not matter. The fault rests with you…”

\t“I… I still got in here, Ma’am.” She protested weakly. A small sliver of defiance flickering into her voice. “She wouldn’t be able to do that. She’s not smart enough, no good enough to do half of what I can. All she can do is…”

\t“Is what, my dear?” Ilka growled as she watched the girl intently. “Is that why you were spying? Thought you could earn some favor with your teachers? Show her up? Prove which of you really is superior?” The wolf laughed as she slowly ran her fingertips up and down the pod, a seductive little trace that moved along the outline of the girls body. “That’s it, isn’t I dear? Thinking you could get some dirt on someone important? Show up a scandal? Prove that you’re not just some fuck up?”

\tEmily shook her head hard to each of the questions. Her chest starting to heave as she looked away. Ears folding back, tears starting to form in her eyes. “no. That’s not it ma’am. That’s not… I didn’t’ want to expose you!”

\t“Then what?” Ilka asked “Why were you spying on me you inferior little tree rat?” she growled. “What were you hoping to get out of me? What did you think you’d get, slipping past my security? Violating my privacy. Trying to show me up.” With each word Ilkas calm façade started to drop. The placid tone growing to a cruel, sharp growl as she slowly raked her claws over the pod door now.

\t“I thought it was hot!” Emily finally blurted. She blushed and looked away trembling, cheeks dark and still streaked with tears that stained her fur. Her flat chest barely managing to keep up as she tried to get her breathing, her mind, under control.

\tThat answer seemed to shock the wolf. Ilka pulling back slowly and narrowing her eyes a touch. “What was that, girl?” she growled.

\t“I… Thought it was hot, ok? I was bored. What you were doing, it was… beautiful.”

\tThe room fell still again. Hushed save for the dull flow of power running though it. Ilka leaning in. Quizzing, examining. Her face sliding mercurially from profound curiosity to a mask of contempt. “Beautiful? Have you watched, girl? Did you see what I do? See what I have done to these creatures? Do you have any idea what it is that your Lady subjects these lowly things to? Or why?”

\tEmily nodded as she took a dry swallow and balked ever so softly. “Y-yes, My lady.” She stammered. “I mean, I don’t know why. But I managed to slip into the feeds. I managed to, to watch. To see, and record. You’re making them into servants. Into dolls. Into… something. Keeping them trapped, and aware, I think. Kind of aware. It’s confusing.” She bit her lip harder and tried to glance at the two rubber dolls standing perfectly still behind Ilka. A mix of curiosity and simple deprivation to avoid actually seeing the wolf face to face like this. Somehow that alone was even more terrifying than the reality of where she was. Or perhaps Emily simply couldn’t wrap her head around her situation.

\tA laugh finally broke the silence. A small chuckle, really. One that grew, and grew. Ilka did her best to put her hand over her muzzle. Looking away. Soon even collapsing against the pod as her tail began to wag happily. The laugh soon busting free and full in the small space. Curling its manic notes around those few present as she struggled to pull air into her lungs. Struggled to keep herself standing. By the end of it she had slid down to the floor and was doing her best to simply catch her breath. Tears rolling down her cheeks with only one scared cub and two blank dolls to bare witness.

\t“Oh, gods. By the gods, girl. You really know nothing. You don’t understand a damn thing, do you?” Ilka growled as she pulled herself back up to stand. Turning her eyes on the trembling ball  of sleek fur and nerves trapped before her. “Just some stupid child who found something she couldn’t grasp. Something that set her stupid little heart aflutter. Did you really not think about the consequence? Did you think you would not get caught?” The wolf wore a twisted grin as she asked these questions, but the grin quickly began to turn, to sour. Her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer and licked her lips slowly. “Did you think I was stupid enough not to notice, girl? That your insignificant little mind could somehow avoid me? Outsmart me?”

\tThe wolf girl slammed her hand onto the pod door causing Emily to jolt. By now the cub was sobbing, shaking her head, all but pleading for words. Ilka ignored it. She turned and stared to walk away. Half stomping, half limping, eyes now turned to the window facing her little conversion room below. “Neocortex density nearly two times normal. temporal lobe twenty three percent faster. Wasted energy on limbic system down by fucking half.” she slammed her palm on the glass, then again, and a third time, fourth, and fifth. Claws raking against the durable display as she gazed seemingly into nothingness. Muttering under her breath between growls and snaps and barks.

\tAll the trapped munk could do was watch. Her blurry eyes struggling to focus on the oligarchal royal as the wolf clawed and muttered. The only intelligible words slipping past her barks and groans were a small, frustrated  “I’m not” Repeated over and over again. When the Lady finally stood, Emily felt her blood suddenly run cold. That momentary mania vanished as if it had never been, replaced by a twisted and chilling calm.

\t“Psychological and neurological aptitude tests place you as having advanced logistic capabilities.” Ilka muttered matter of factly. Her words coming in as if part of a conversation that had never happened. “High end problem solving skills. Relatively high marks dealing with coding and virtual interface manipulation.” Ilka scoffed a bit even as she said the words, glancing at Dana for a moment.

\t“Her hardware is woefully underpowered, Mistress. High end only for her current established studies. Internal processing and data jack structures low even by your brothers standards. Arm primarily utilitarian.”

\t“The materials skillset is acceptable but unrefined.” Vikki noted the instant Ilkas attention turned to the kit “Disposition is largely aligned with proper, accepted worldview. However it would appear that such a view has hindered her advancement in the face of outdated station wide convention.”

\tEmily perked her ears a bit at that, shaking her head and whimpering loudly. “Look. I got in here. I got past your security. I slipped past that funky Kenna shell you got going. My Lady, I know I’m a fuck up. I know I don’t’ try. But I can. If I had a reason to. Please, You are so much smarter, and better than those idiots in the program. I just want some way to prove my worth to you. You don’t’ have to…” Emily looked past Ilka to the pods and swallowed hard. It had been a fantasy, part of her fantasy, for so long. But now? Now her poor mind raced for a way to avoid it. Struggled for some way to save herself. Avoid the fate that loomed before her.

\t“You wish to be useful?” Ilka murred almost casually. “Wish to be something important? I’m guessing you think yourself better than those faceless little dollies being churned out down there. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re far smarter than your files and scans can predict. Tell me, girl. Can you guess at what I am doing? Guess at the vision of the future I hold? At the grand design laid out before me like the very bridge of the gods?”

\tThe chipmunk fell quiet and still. Her body too spent on adrenaline and cortisol to muster more than a whimper. Watching as Lady Thanedottr leaned in slowly and caressed the tube-shaped lid almost tenderly. Her cold, bare body almost able to feel those fingers gracing it. “No, My lady.” She muttered breathlessly.

\t“I didn’t think so. Yet you claim you find it beautiful? Those lives, those minds, those souls. Writing and trapped in an agony of my own creation? An agony which can’t be escaped by something as petty as death?” There was a strangely pleased growl in the wolfs words with that last statement. Her breath picking up as she just looked deeply into the cubs eyes.

\tTears formed in Emily’s eyes as she looked back and nodded. Her body now as still as the claimed arm. Even her breaths faint and trembling. “Yes, My Lady.”

\t“Why?” Ilka murred.

\t“Because I can see something in it. I don’t’ know what. I can’t say what. But something is different. Wonderful. Beautiful. Because… because I know you have something glorious planned. Because you are glorious, and beautiful, and superior.”

\tIlka was used to hollow flattery. It was arguably the cornerstone of her life. Bowing, scraping supplicants who felt too weak or disadvantaged to pray at the alter of her sister. Those who still had enough dignity to avoid her big brother. That shallow supplication was little more than static and white noise to her. The background radiation of the cosmos.

\tPerhaps that was why these pleas tweaked her ears so.

\t“You wish to serve me?” The wolf asked. A measured grin crossing her face.

\t“Oh yes, My Lady.” Emily nodded.

\t“You wish to be of use to me? To help me realize that grand vision your little mind cannot grasp? Perhaps to grasp some small spark of it yourself?”

\t“Yes, My Lady. More than anything.” Emily nodded. “Please, spare me. I promise I can be useful.”

\tOnce again the wolf smiled. Her bony hips swaying in that shiny dress as she tenderly caressed the pod with the back of her hand. Looking the cub over one more time as she mulled the idea. Then, just as quickly, she turned and nodded to the two dolls nearby. Looking between them. “Well girls, You heard her. I am feeling merciful today.” She laughed as she walked back towards the center of the room. Her dress melted off almost instantly, shifting and twisting as it met with a slowly forming stem of metal that dropped down from the ceiling. A suspended seat forming for the wolf as she slipped down on to a nice foamy cushion and propped one leg against the egg-shaped wall, looking in at the chipmunk girl with a smile.

\t“Start with the arm, my little toys. I want to make sure she feels it.” Ilka murred “consider it part of her reward.”

\t“What?” Emily gasped “My lady, no. Please!” the cub let out a loud shriek as she felt the arm slamming itself against the back of the pod. Instantly the delicate armatures and tools that frequently worked on cybernetics in a medical pod popped free and made their way towards the carbon-black limb. Sudden jolts of agony started to surge though Emily as she tugged and pulled at her unresponsive arm. Body twitching for just a moment before her organic wrist and legs were all bound in the typical cuffs. Keeping her pinned and helpless.

\t“Material has been evaluated.” A strange girl voice echoed into her pod.

\t“Mistress has permitted us to be generous.”

\t“Material Emily displays desirable characteristics.”

\tThe two voices, so different and yet so matched in tone and tempo twisted and rippled though her head and cut though the pain as the panels and plates were peeled back from her arm. Glowing orange vanity lights soon all that remained as the internal frame was laid bare. Shielded espionage components, tools, myomer fibers and flickering components all screaming and active as the fine tools began to pick and snip at the components. Stripping it down slowly and carefully.

\t“Oh gods. Gods please stop this! My lady, I promised! I said I’d be good for you. I’d listen, I’d be useful.”

\t“Sister will be useful.”

\t“Material is laden with inferior components.”

\t“Inferior parts.”

\t“An inferior body.”

\t“This is unacceptable.”

\t“This is sad.”

\t“We must fix sister”

\t“We must upgrade the worthless material”

\tEmily looked up from her arm for just a moment. Trembling at the barely restrained agony as she felt the bundles controlling her hand snipped and picked apart one by one. Small shears slowly robbing its mobility from her. She watched Lady Ilka as the wolf rolled her fingers slowly against her folds. Brushing and teasing those peals as she lounged lazily. A flicker of bliss in her eyes as she observed this all. The other two, the dolls she had been speaking of, began to advance slowly on Emily and the pod in an eerie unison. Each step mirrored. Pace matched. Even their tails swishing together as one.

\tThe pain was almost too much to take. A wellspring that cascaded though her as each of the carefully chosen and placed components was removed bit by bit. Holo projector. Hard light projector, the various secondary logic computers and hacking systems. Tiny boxes and optic chips and quantum processors all slipping free after nearly a decade of being fused to her false arm. Leaving that little node in her brain screaming from the phantom pain even as the edited sensations streamed though her arm itself, leaving it feel alive and raw.

\t“You have been observing Mistress’ work.”

\t“We have been observing you. Sister.”

\t“Sister is a slut.”

\t“Sister is a sadist.” the girls giggled as they leaned in closer to the pod. Two sets of lenses glaring in at her. “Sister displays traits Mistress did not see fit to put in us by programming.”

\t“Traits which may be useful in our role of serving her.” “This will require us to examine these traits further.”

\t“This is the reason behind the upgrade.”

\tThe quasi-numb feeling of her fingers twitching only got worse as Emily spared a glance to see them detached, removed. Old components stripped away while fabrication printers whirred and creaked to dull life. It would have almost been a mercy if the pain had been a distraction. Emily wanted so badly to ignore the implication of the words spoken in to her pod. Even as she became oh so vaguely aware of more movement. A dull, thrumming sound that echoed though the pod along with the words of the girls. An odd, heady, musky scent. One that shot though her like a jolt of raw electricity and made the fur on eh back of her neck stand on end. Instantly it made her feel fidgety and anxious. Aroused, needy, weak. All feelings she had, before that moment, only dreamed of. A blissful masochistic terror shooting though her synapses.

\tCursing herself, Emily took a deep and heady breath of the new scent.

\t“Good sister.” the two giggled in unison. It was about this time that Emily found herself sinking easily into the well of sensations. Her arm seeming little more than a framework, and even that was being slowly twisted and replaced. The long support struts now carefully pulled away to leave bare socket and joint, with connections ready to be built upon. At the same time the munk could feel something thick. Something sticky and wet slipping down the small of her back and though that thick mop of hair. Tickling her ears as her growing tingle of arousal hit the painful and sudden realization.

\tWithout the unresponsive arm to hold her Emily struggled to pull her flat little rump up and drag her body free of the material. Primal instinct screaming to fight the inevitable even as the noises and smells fogged her brain. “W-why? Why are you doing this?” she pleaded as she spared a sideways glance at Lady Ilka. The wolf was reclined to an almost absurd degree. Hips in the air, twitching on a dingle slender finger as she rocked in a steady rhythm. Neither doll could see her, but they seemed to sway to that same tempo.

\tIlka said nothing, but the growing giggles from the girls that filtered into the pod said more than enough. As things went on it simply made her feel smaller, weaker. The strain of holding herself up growing heavier as she felt the thick liquid cascading down her trapped shins and feet. Body already sinking slowly into the eternal prison she had gleefully watched envelop so many others as she whiled away her time in that damn bunk.

\t“Sister is so stupid.”

\t“So weak”

\t“So inferior”

\tThe two girls giggled as they held hands, looking in at her. “We already know. Know about you. More than a name or statistics.”

\t“Your whole life is easy for these units to analyze. Simple thoughts. Simple motivations.”

\t“Hate. Pain. Fear. Sister is afraid.”

\t“The worthless whore is afraid of falling. Of accepting what she is.”

\t“What she wants.”

\t“What IT wants.”

\tOnce again Emily cast her eyes on Ilka. Looked at the lady longingly. Those tear-filled eyes ready to scream and plead for mercy. And yet, they didn’t. Even as the chipmunk felt her slender wrist tremble and strain. Even as she felt the fur on her shins slowly caked and coated over with that horrible glossy sheen. All she could feel when looking at this perfect specimen was a growing need. A confused, longing, yearning need. It didn’t abate her fears. If anything they only grew worse. But she knew she needed this. Deserved this. She was weak, she was prey, and she was caught. Emily knew she’d fight, and she knew, in the end, she would lose.

\tNo sooner did that realization hit her than she felt her right arm finally give out. Her back landing hard into the semisolid pool of goo that now slowly moved its way over her body. The poor cub screamed and thrashed as it moved along her hair and ears. She felt it moving along her neck, and moments later felt something pushing against the now dulled, glossy back of her head.

\t“This is what you wanted, sister.”

\t“This is why the toy got into the pod.”

\t“We will make your wish come true.”

\t“You will give us what we require of you.”

\tAnother pain, searing and hot and sharp, shot though the girls head as something pushed though the latex and up against the node in her brain. Then another. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth. Before the latex had even dried an array of dull, uniform hexagonal plates sat flush with the base of her smooth new skull climbing up to the back of it. Each one no more than an inch, all screaming into her head as data began to flow in and out on its own.

\tThe data was massive, garbled. More than her head could really take, at least at first. Small words trickling though. ‘bitch’, ‘worthless’, ‘owned’, “suffer’, ‘obey’, “Love Mistress”. The hazy munk cub was only barely aware of that last one being different. Of the last thought somehow feeling unique in the haze. Some absolute foundational truth. A seeming eternity of fawning, eager love. Unhealthy unrequited obsessive love, all swirling in her head. Stirring in her heart, and flowing out though the array of jacks now honeycombed against her head.

\tThe two girls at the other end of the pod gasped and trembled. Somehow Emily knew, she knew they thought and felt the same. What was more, she knew he were feeling it the way she felt it for the first time. In a way utterly new and foreign to them. She could feel them both now. A sea of flowing swirling data. Information with nothing to distinguish it beyond the most vague and permeable of borders.

\tA needle pushed against Emily’s temple. The fur and flesh still not yet covered by latex. It was long. Thicker than it needed to be. Connected to a tube that fed into the pod itself. This was the next step, the next phase. The throbbing thrumming pain in her head told her so. The foolish girl had been so wrong. She was not worthy of Mistress, could never be worthy of her. This would get her closer, though. Fortunately she had no choice.

\tBoth drones pushed heir flat rubbery chests together and gasped in delight as they looked on. Watching as the needle pushed in. Watching as the goo slowly slipped around and began to encompass that screaming face. Watching the nostrils flare, the eyes lulling back as superior technology slowly subsumed the inferior animal.

\t“Mistress, Please, I love you!” Emily screamed. The words choked off as the rubbery mass slid into her mouth and along her tongue. Soon forming itself into a thick strong gas mask. Flooding that muzzle with the musk, with an exact approximation of Mistress’ scent.

\tEmily, that name now feeling so wrong and distant, shuddered as she felt the rubber stop mere centimeters from her eyes. Thick metal protrusions starting to pull themselves up and glass over with bright shiny orange lenses. Soon the whole world was tinted a bright orange, and from there a starburst of data. Feeds from dozens, maybe hundreds of rubbery toys. Of their activity, of their waking nightmares. Of the thoughts and feelings those maddened beasts felt trapped in their perfect rubber shells.

\tThe Nano machines flooded around her old node, subsuming the cultured bio-tool and slowly building something superb within. Sucking up all that was Emily and solidifying it into the new structure that would make up the mind of unit 03.

\tFinally, Emily felt herself slipping off into that endless sea. Falling into the waters of her siblings. A helpless and grateful victim.

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\tThe agony of her disassembled arm was still fresh for 03 as she felt the printed parts slowly being laid into place. That was good, it was as it should be. It was impossible to claim she came up from the haze. If anything she as falling ever deeper into it. She was simply aware. Wonderfully and horribly aware. She was claimed and she would be made useful. Anything would be so lucky.

\tConstruction of the new arm was still slow. It hadn’t finished, and yet Emily could see it as plain as day though the sea of data that devoured her perception. Slender and sleek almost to the point of emaciation, even on her fragile frame. A twisted grey appendage with sleek orange lights and mere whips of artificial muscles to give her what little movement was really needed. She could almost feel the sensation of the textured rubber tips brushing each other. It didn’t matter that the fingers had yet to be printed.

\t03 was eager. She wanted her new arm. She wanted to be made whole and useful. To feel the new upgrades. The claytronic reservoir held deep within. The twisted web of QE mesh that would make her an antenna into any system she chose. Projectors and recorders and so many things her sisters had gifted her with. Better still she would get to feel the blissful shared agony of her sisters. Get to stand before Mistress and be made to suffer as she deserved. Punishment for existing and reward for gifting her sisters with the genuine, organic obsession she’d felt for Mistress so long. Watching the good work she was doing to these lowly organic nothings.

\tThe unit tapped the lab camera she’d used so often and turned it on her new form. Her beautiful new body. It was a gift that the unit could never repay. But she knew it was not her place to try. She could only obey. As any dolly should. Obey, and suffer.
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