Lydia - Zangoose Kory - Gengar Vicky - Pichu Annie - Plusle Roseanne - Sneasel Kory came back online slowly, his routines groggily trying to restart from the sudden unexpected shut-down. Automatically he tried to stretch and yawn, his preprogrammed 'waking up' pattern, but his arms refused to move. A sense of emergency sent his processors skipping boot-up procedures left and right to get him alert enough to see what was going on. Any thought of looking at his own arms, though, was lost as soon as he opened his eyes. There, dangling in front of him from the ceiling, was the upper torso of a deconstructed pichu android. Wires and tubes hung down from the disconnected waist like tangles of guts, lubricant dripping down them to pitter patter onto the concrete floor below. The pichu opened her eyes and smiled wickedly down at him. He saw the bare plastic bellows of her diaphram stretching and contracting as she drew in a breath and spoke. "Morning sunshine. Welcome to my nightmare factory." Kory screamed. He screamed so loud his throat closed in protest and flooded his internal speaker units with lubricant to keep him from shorting his own voice box. He screamed and struggled and finally noticed that his arms were chained above him, leaving him pinned helplessly to the wall. "Remember me?" the pichu said, obviously enjoying his reaction. He did remember. Her name was Vicky. She and her crazy flunkies had walked up to his and Lydia's secret hideout and attacked them. They had ripped out his battery pretty quickly, though, so he had no idea what had happened after. "Lydia! Where's Lydia?!" he croaked, swallowing a throatful of bitter speaker lubricant. "She's having the time of her life. Look over there," Vicky said, cocking her head. Kory looked where she indicated and gasped in horror. Lydia was slumped in a corner of the room like a doll with her strings cut. He couldn't see her face because the little plusle girl who had attacked them with Vicky was humping Lydia's muzzle madly, pausing only occassionally to have a glitchy spasm or to orgasm, splashing even more of her little girl lube onto Lydia's already soaked face and chest. As if she felt Kory watching her, the plusle suddenly stopped what she was doing and whipped around to look at him. Her eyes widened with excitement. "Oh! The boy! The boy! He's awake! Now we can play with him too!" she said, between pants. Her little chest was heaving with the effort of her constant rapid fucking, but Kory could tell she was far from satisfied. "We'll get to him in a minute, hon," Vicky said. "Roseanne, fetch me a new pussy and some legs, will you? There's a good girl." To Kory, she said, "Your little friend practically fucked me in half, you know? You'd never think she was a virgin." Trying to look away from her vicious gaze, Kory caught sight of her used up parts discarded on the ground. Light gleamed off the metal joints sticking out of her legs, and her pelvis and tail were nearby, the flesh of her vagina torn so badly the rubber and wires underneath were visible. Orgasmic lube had leaked into a puddle around the discarded parts, and was still beaded on the lips of her used pussy. Roseanne, the sneasel, made short work of fetching some replacement legs. She also brought out an assortment of pichu pelvises. Vicky pursed her lips while she looked through the selection, swinging back and forth on her supporting wires thoughtfully. "It wasn't too bad having her rip me a new one, but I'd like it to take a little more beating than that. Maybe let's go for a stretchier one this time. Not too loose, mind, just elastic enough to take some girth without splitting open. There you go, that's the one." Kory watched in fascinated horror as Roseanne attached tubes, wires and plasticy muscles from Vicky's hanging torso to the new pelvis. Once it was in place, Vicky stopped Roseanne, who was about to pick up her new legs. "Just a sec, I want to give it a test run," Vicky said, and called Annie over as well. "Roseanne c'mere and lick my clit a little, get my lube flowing." "You know you look super cute with your wires out," Roseanne said sarcastically, but she obediently bent her head down and slid her tongue out. Despite the fiesty way she talked, her cunnilingus was gentle, loving. Her agile tongue caressed her leader's clit, stroking it, coaxing it. Vicky gave a growl of satisfacting as Roseanne was rewarded with a mouthful of Vicky's heavily scented lube. She backed away, wiping her mouth, as Vicky beckoned for Annie. The little plusle skipped over. "Yeah sis? What should I do?" "Give my clit a nice tickle, will you?" "Sure!" Annie's nimble little fingers played with the nub of Vicky's clit, engorged and still wet from Roseanne's tongue. Vicky was just starting to relax into the feeling when Annie glitched out and her fingers suddenly pinched the delicate clit painfully. With a growl and a hiss, Vicky flicked Annie's ear hard. "Dammit Annie keep your glitches under control." The plusle jerked back and started apologizing. Vicky loved the way Annie's blushing cheeks would give off little sparks when she was shamed, and watching her get teary-eyed over something that was Vicky's fault to begin with felt good enough to make up for the pinch. "Okay Annie, enough of that. Let's get my legs on and handle our little man over there." While Roseanne got back to work afixing Vicky's new legs, Annie slunk over to Kory. Distracted from her shaming, her ears perked back up and she returned to her normal bouncy self. Just like the first time they met, she immediately began squeezing his balls and tickling his shaft. "He's got such a big chub-chub!" she sang. "I want it in my ki-..." She paused, suddenly blank-eyed as one cheek twitched and one hand made a random swatting motion. Then she blinked back on and finished "-...tty-witty!" "Get away from me!" Kory whined, trying to twist away from her grip. Nothing about the situation was arousing, and Annie's squeezing was painful. Especially when she glitched out and her fingers siezed his sack hard enough to bruise. "Get his pants off," Vicky commanded. "Let's see what he's got down there." Annie obliged and slid down Kory's shorts and boxers, revealing his thick shaft, painfully throbbing sack and veiny head. Giggling in glee, Annie began ticling and squeezing even harder, trying to get a reaction out of the currently limp dick. Vicky could only look at it for a few seconds before her mouth curled in disgust. "Change of plan," she said. "No boy's penetrating any of my girls. We're gonna make him one of us." Kory had no idea what she meant, but apparently Annie did. "But I want to play with his chub-chub!" she whined in protest. Vicky sneered and crossed the floor to stand over Annie in a single movement. Before the little plusle could react, the pichu had jabbed her in a specific spot on the shoulder. There was a sort of slurping pop and Annie was staring blank-eyed at her own disconnected arm in Vicky's grip. "Don't you dare talk back to me," Vicky snarled, waving the skeletal metal socket joint sticking out of the fur and rubber of the limb under Annie's nose. "You can have this back when I'm sure you're never going to do it again." Annie was distraught, and reached out her left arm. The trauma of the sudden detachment set her glitching worse than ever, her words coming out as a repetitive stutter and her whole body shaking with spasms as the light in her eyes flickered on and off. "S-s-si-sisis m-m-my a-a-arm-m-m." Vicky used Annie's own arm to shove the plusle, causing her to fall. Without her right arm to balance her and with glitches interfering with her movements, she failed several times to push herself back to her feet. Using her sharp teeth to tear up a flap of skin on the back of Annie's right paw, Vicky did some quick and dirty hotwiring on the exposed wires and circuits to get the fingers curling in just the right way. Then she took the arm in her left hand and held it down so some of the fingers curled up inside her, tickling her g-spot, while the pinky finger twiddled her clit. It felt good. It calmed her down. She watched Annie's pathetic attempts to get up a few more times while grinding her hips into the feeling of Annie's disconnected fingers playing her g-spot. Finally she decided to throw the plusle a bone. Literally. Still pleasuring herself with Annie's disconnected arm, she turned to Kory. Before he could react she bent and drove the fingers of her right paw into his taint. With a click and a painfu sucking sensation he felt his penis and scrotum separate from his body. "Here, kid, knock yourself out," Vicky said, taking the limp dick and tossing it to Annie on the floor. It wasn't completely disconnected from Kory's body. A long rubber tube ran from it back into his pelvis, connecting to his bladder and prostate. The tube was pulled painfully taut as Annie's processes cleared and she happily began playing with her new toy, flopping it around with her left paw and giving it little kisses. Satisfied that Annie wasn't going to completely blue screen anymore, Vicky turned back to the job at hand. She traced the wiring and gold-on-green circuits that ran from the boy's pelvis. Then she smiled cruelly up into his terrified face. "I always figured boys brains were wired directly to their dicks, I never knew it was so literal. I'm gonna have to open you most of the way up to rewire you for a pussy," she said. She enjoyed watching the blood drain from his face in horror, as well as his screams as she began running her fingers up his belly and chest, pushing all the buttons that opened him up. "Sissy~, it's not getting hard!" Annie complained after a moment of playing unsuccessfully with Kory's detached dick. Vicky paused, watching his chest fur part, revealing his metallic ribcage and the blinking lights and pulsing rubber making up his organs. She watched his little rubber heart hammer away in terror. "Give it here," she said, absently holding out a paw. When Annie handed the penis to her she put it up to her mouth and sank her needle-like teeth into a part of the shaft, pulling away the fur and rubber skin just as she had with Annie's hand (still mechanically massaging her g-spot and clit). She showed the exposed circuit board with its row of silvery sensors to the plusle. "Hard to get it up when someone's taking you apart. But here, get these sensors wet and rub 'em a bit and see what happens." She tossed Annie the penis, and the plusle immediately spat a big wad of saliva onto the naked circuit board. It hissed and sparked, giving off a little puff of smoke. Kory's eyes rolled as he moaned with a strange mixture of intense pleasure and pain. The penis was suddenly rock hard in Annie's paw, shaft throbbing, rubber veins visible through the skin. Delighted, Annie ran her nimble little finger up and down the row of sensors, enjoying the little buzz of electricity that gave her shocks as she did. Her shoulders shrugged uncontrollably as she glitched, a random giggle firing off now and then. Vicky watched in amusement as Kory reacted to the plusle's touch. His mouth was lolling open, a steady moan slipping out through his open lips. His feet were scrabbling for purchase so he could thrust his hips forward as if he was really in the middle of fucking someone. His breathing got faster and more ragged. Vicky watched his rubber lungs expand inside his metal ribs, his little heart rocking violently back and forth as it pumped him up to a climax. Annie was sucking on Kory's veiny head, her little tongue teasing his piss hole while her left thumb continued rubbing hard at the special row of sensors. There was a catch in Kory's moan followed by a bellow of release, and the pichu saw the gengar's thighs clench and shudder as he reached orgasm. Quickly she caught the rubber tube connecting to his penis between her fingers and pinched. The load of cum from his prostate got stuck, causing a bulge in the rubber just above her fingers. Caught in his own orgasm routine until he could ejaculate Kory's moan and cry of release was forced to repeat, his thigh and butt muscles clenching and unclenching in a cycle that got more and more painful as the pressure built in his tube. "Open wide, Annie," Vicky said, then let go. The pressurized load of cum spurted out with force. Annie barely had any time to react before being blasted in the face by the sticky wad. Some of it went into her mouth, but quite a bit plastered her cheek where it sparked and bubbled over her electric spot. Pulling a disgusted face, Annie spit out the cum that had hit her in the mouth. The mixture of spittle and cum spattered to the ground at her feet. She used the back of her left arm to wipe the rest off her cheek, then looked back down at the now limp dick with a grin. She wasn't nearly done playing with her toy just yet. "P-please..." Kory moaned. "Please what? Please play with your little 'chub-chub' s'more?" Vicky teased. "You heard him, Annie. And he asked so nicely." Giggling, Annie stroked the bared silver sensor array again until the penis was hard, then tried to work it in between her tight little pussy lips. Unfortunately, with only her left arm it proved too much for her, though Vicky did enjoy the sight of her grunting sweetly and rolling on the floor trying to figure out how to do it with just one arm. Finally giving up on that idea, Annie instead smooshed the torn side of the shaft against her clit. A jolt ran up her from tail to eartip as the sparks and buzz of electricity from the sensors sizzled against her cubby clit. She glitched, her ears twitching in opposite directions and her right leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably. However, it apparently wasn't completely unpleasant as she began rubbing her clit against the shocking silvery discs. The feeling of the torn rubber skin of the dick tickling her pussy lips sent shivers up her spine. Soon enough she was leaking sweet cubby lube into the opening, causing further sparks and wafts of smoke to pour out until it looked like she had a sparkler stuffed up her cunny. The abuse to his penis pleasure sensors was setting Kory into a sexual loop. His voice was cycling through a strange rhythm of 'ah-AH-ah-AH-AH-AH-ah-ah-AH'. He would start to moan only to go back into the 'ah-ah' segment again. His spasms of pleasure were erratic. He would go to thrust with his hips, then his thighs woud seize up. His back arched for an instant and then he would slump forward, only to arch his back again. It was such an amazing glitched dance that Vicky paused in taking the gengar boy apart to watch. But, it couldn't last forever. At last his pleasure process hit the orgasm stage, and she saw his legs shaking and prostate pulsing again. Vicky wrinkled her nose and snarled. Annie already reeked of cum. She wasn't going to let him get any more of his dirty seed on her little plusle. Again she twisted his dick tube in her fingers, but this time she used one claw to nick a quick cut in the rubber before savagely gripping it and ripping down and away. The rubber tore and parted, completely disconnecting Kory's penis. His cum pattered pathetically out from the ragged, torn end of his tube, making a small puddle between his spread legs. Seeing his penis well and truly separated from him was too much. His body panicked, overloading any restraints placed on his muscles. With a howl, he brought his right arm down, tearing it free from his restraints. Vicky was shocked, but she was still much faster than the gengar. She quickly jabbed him under the armpit and pulled his arm free from his chest. Before he could react she did the other arm, leaving his torso dangling from the taut wires still linking him to his left arm. As Vicky was replacing his right arm in the restraint, Kory tried to pull his leg back for a kick. But, again she outpaced him easily, making a chopping motion to both thighs to open his hip sockets as well. Before he knew it, Kory was just a head and torso, connected by a myriad of colored wires to each of his limbs. He could still feel them through the nerve wires, but without the arm and leg joints properly fixed into his pelvis and shoulders he was helpless to move them. His panic reached new heights. He needed desperately to move but could not. He was being taken apart. His heart hammered. His lungs worked overtime. His fur was covered with a sheen of sweat-like coolant trying to prepare him for a long, fleeing run. "You're gonna make him blue screen," Roseanne said, peering into Kory's eyes over Vicky's shoulder. "His program's gonna be gibberish if you freak him out any more." "I know," Vicky snapped. "Go get me a gengar pussy, nice and tight. I'm done with the wiring. Just need to fiddle with his brain, now." She looked back at Kory. He was dangling, slumped forward, head down, torso popped out in front of the restraints that held up his detached arms. His legs had fallen down onto the floor, wires intermingling in a multi-colored criss-cross above the pool of spilled cum. The rubber tube that had once connected to his penis had been removed and lay in a coil near the puddle of jizz. "Please," Kory said, eyes swimming drunkenly as his processes tried to right themselves. "Please. No more. Just let us go. Please." His voice was devoid of feeling. He sounded tired, monotone. Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and snot was beginning to run from his nose. Vicky suddenly decided she couldn't stand looking at his pathetic face anymore. She needed access to his head jacks anyway. He cringed as she got up in his face, but could do nothing to resist as she reached over his head to press the back of his skull, flipping a hidden release that detached the fur and skin of his head. With one quick pull she pulled his entire face down so that it dangled limply around his neck. He was left with two dim circles of sensors where his eyes should have been and an expressionless skull of circuitboards, brass pathways that hadn't seen the light of day gleamed fresh and clean on sleekly-modeled green and blue boards. Kory started screaming again. Sensors on his head were blaring alarms in his electric brain, telling him sensitive parts that should not be exposed to air were now completely defenseless. "Shh," Vicky said, stroking a fingertip along the circuits leading to his cranial port. "It's all just gonna be a bad dream in a minute. Hate and love, pleasure and pain. They're all just opposite sides of the same coin. A few little adjustments and you'll understand." She flicked her tongue out hungrily, tracing a circuit on his skull. When her spittle touched it, it sparked and smoked a little. She enjoyed the buzz of the crackling electricity and the way Kory jerked underneath her. She licked him long and slow, all the way up to the port hole. There she let a wad of saliva build up on her tongue before sliding it down into the hole. This caused even more profuse sparking, and Vicky enjoyed a whiff of acrid smoke that puffed up out of the hole. Kory screamed louder, but his already punished voicebox could no longer keep up. It crackled with static, making the gengar boy sound like an untuned radio as the few processes he still had running tried desperately to prevent him from shutting down entirely. Vicky's jack violating his port was actually a relief. Her quick codes soothed and rebooted his panicked areas even while she subtly rewrote whole swaths of his core programs. "Tell you what," she said. "Along with your personality I won't touch your gender identity. Plenty of boys with vaginas out there, though I'd better make that your standard since I wouldn't want any dysphoria. I want you to enjoy your new toy." Kory was deaf to her purring. His eye sensors were dim, his body limp. After all the pain and horror, the numbing touch of her hacking was a blessing. Vicky, for her part, was pleasantly surprised by what she found inside Kory. He was a later bloomer than his friend, and his sexuality routines were just starting up. She gave them a little nudge. Then a much bigger nudge. It was about time he became a horny teenager, she thought. She also found a nice little seed of sadism. Turned out he didn't really like being the weak kid who got pushed around a lot and relied on his stronger female friend to look out for him. He had dreams of being on top, but they were buried deep. With a delicate touch, Vicky stoked that little flame, attaching thoughts of domination and pain to sexual pleasure. The pathways were all there, Kory just needed a little push in the right direction. By the time Roseanne had returned with a fresh new set of female gengar genetalia, Vicky was done. There was still some junk data and panick around the edges where her programming didn't reach, which would probably develop into glitches but, considering she had taken the boy apart while he was awake, it was actually a lot less damage than she had expected. With Roseanne's help, Vicky quickly got the new pelvis installed and slipped Kory's arms and legs back into their sockets with a series of satisfying clicks. Finally, she pulled the dangling mask of rubber and fur back up over his skull. He was still dangling, dull-eyed with tears and snot on his face, but now the thick shaft that had once hung between his legs was replaced by the delicate lips of a tight pussy, only a litte larger than Annie's. Vicky traced her paw down Kory's flat chest and stomach until she reached his new lower lips, which she tickled slowly. "Wakey wakey," she said. "The nightmare's over. Time for the real dream to begin. Don't you want to try out your new toy?" Kory snapped awake, shaking his head back and forth to clear out the fuzz of glitches and badly firing routines. His core functions seemed to be fine, though. "What did you do to me?" he mumbled, his voicebox still lubing itself back to health. To his surprise, Vicky unsnapped his arms from their restraints. "I taught your brain the best feeling their is in this world," she said. Leaning in close to him, she slowly reached down to gently trace his new pussy lips with her fingertip. He gasped and shuddered at the sensation. It was like nothing he had felt before. "You messed with my head!" he said, trying to keep his breathing level even as he unconsciously moved his hips into her touch. "Not as much as you might think," Vicky said with a sly grin. "Our bodies were meant to feel this pleasure. Most people don't, even when they grow up." "We didn't want this," Kory said, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning as her finger tweaked his erect clitoris lightly. "Nobody does, at first," she said. "But what were you going to do today? Listen to some music, play some games. And what about the rest of your life? When do you think the first time you'd have sex would be? Years and years from now, and you'd probably have trouble finding the right hole and cum on her before you got it in. You'd probably fuck it up the first time and then for the rest of your life sex would never be what it could have been." "You're not that much older than us," Kory growled. He tried to make it an angry growl but it came out sounding hungry. "No, but I know things. And I know almost nobody out there experiences half the things I do with these girls. Almost nobody out there knows just how incredible sex can be, especially for androids like us," Vicky said, her voice dropping to a sensual whisper as she teased Kory's clit a bit more. Then she pulled her paw away, leaving a sudden void of sensation that made Kory whine in the back of his throat. "Tell me you want to stop. Tell me you don't want to feel any more. Tell me you want the dream to be over," she teased. Kory tried to resist. He tried to think back to that morning, to the normal life Lydia and he had before this insanity began. But, somehow, it all seemed so gray. Vicky wasn't wrong. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling just then. "I'm feeling nice, after carving you up and all," Vicky said, standing back a bit so Kory had a clear view of Lydia, who had been watching the whole time from the corner. "I'll let you feel it with someone you'd actually want to feel it with first. How's that?" Kory and Lydia's eyes met across the room. She had always been the tough one of the two, almost like a big sister to Kory. But, deep down inside, there was a part of Kory that wanted to be the one on top in their relationship. He had caught himself looking at her ample breasts sometimes, wondering what it might be like to squeeze them so hard it made her moan and melt to his touch. He expected to find disgust or rejection in her eyes. They were just friends! He had assumed when he had first seen her with the plusle's crotch jammed in her face she was being tortured like he had been, but now he saw the truth. Perhaps Vicky had messed with Lydia's brain as well, but there was a hunger in her eyes that matched the empty, hungry feeling he had felt since the moment Vicky had taken her finger off his clit. Vicky got tired of waiting in silence while the two read each other's gazes, so she gave Kory a kick in the rump, sending him stumbling toward the corner with his friend. "Lydia I-..." he tried to find something to say, but he was sure his eyes had said enough. There was a long, heavy silence. Then Lydia spoke. "It does feel good." That was the trigger Kory had needed. He fell on Lydia like a starving animal. She gasped as his hands grasped her breasts, the way he had always wanted to. He molded them, massaged them, pressed them to his face. He licked her nipples until they were stiff with pleasure and then he sucked on them, teasing them with his teeth. "We're androids, kid," Vicky said, smirking down at him from above. "If you really want her to feel it, you gotta get down to her circuits. Kory understood. He sank his teeth into Lydia's nipple until he bit through her fur and rubber skin. Tiny glints of green and bronze showed through the bite-marks. Placing his mouth around the wound, he let his saliva pool and run into the bites until his mouth was stung with a shower of sparks and his tongue buzzed with electricity. Lydia hissed in pain then gasped in pleasure, her whole body bucking as her nipple sensor shorted, sending an endless loop of painful pleasure through her body. Rubbing his own clit against Lydia's thigh, grunting with each thrust, Kory turned his attention to Lydia's clit. Vicky whispered instructions in his ear and he carefully slid his fingers inside her. Lydia moaned as her best friend entered her, his saliva still igniting all the pleasure circuits in her chest. Kory pressed on Lydia's g-spot until he felt a click, then pinched her clit and twisted. It popped and came away, revealing a single silvery sensor disk on her green pelvic circuit board. He moved around to 69 her, pressing his own pussy into her muzzle while he slid his tongue into the opening left by her removed clit. He let his spit slide in first, then slathered his tongue over the delicate sensor. Immediately he was rewarded with sparks and a stinking puff of smoke. Lydia's thigh muscles clenched uncontrollably, she drummed her heels on the ground. Her voice caught in a strange, cut-off loop of moans and gasps. Through it she managed to get enough control of her mouth to slide her tongue into her friend's asshole, which was right in front of her nose. Vicky quickly stepped in. "Here, let me help you," she said, then slid a finger into Kory's ass. "I left his prostate intact, so his ass is probably as sensitive as his pussy." Pushing a catching in his rectum, she pulled free the small knob of his prostate. "There, get your tongue up there and watch the sparks fly." She wasn't wrong. When Lydia's wet tongue touched the naked sensors of Kory's prostate the walls of his anus squeezed and his whole body shook. Lydia found herself showered with not only sparks from his ass but a sudden flood of his heavily scented vaginal lube pouring out onto her muzzle. Lydia didn't last much longer. Though she had been worn out by her earlier play with Vicky and company, her friend's rough attention to her naked clit sensor soon put her over the edge. Her clit spat another round of sparks and smoke as it was flooded with her jizz. "Sis! I wanna play too!" Annie whined.