[center]With Hound Mind Teased[/center] Gadgetry whirls and whizzes around. Sheets of sleek steel sliding into place, hot steam and boiling water drip off the bisected cylinder. Robotic arms with trapezoid digits grip them with precision. Not one unnecessary motion taken to deliver them to their destination. Trading humidity for heat, the arms carry the metal through a few translucent, plastic flaps into a room covered in green and glowing red. Bright green apples and vats of sap glow and shine as they’re processed. Juiced, strained, heated, and blended with a trickle of slimy ichor. Viscous, thick polymers pour and congeal, the flexible sheets embossed with a lattice pattern. Comet head in shape, with three thin tails trailing behind. Molded and pressed with a shrill hiss, another pair of arms carry the mushroom-shaped toward the cylinder. [b]Chuuunklik...[/b] “Master! Longer?” [b]Tip. Tap! Tip. Tap![/b] “Not... that... much... longer...” Subtle shifts of the wrist, somehow more mechanical than the robotic arms doing the heavy lifting. Soft purring vibrates throughout the rectangular chamber. Blue LED lights highlight the dusky yellow figure of the slender Siamese cat standing within an octagonal terminal. Exceedingly tall with a string of rhombuses tattooed up his left leg, the feline’s wide hips rock from one side to the other. Tail flicking to tap another blue button, a low chuckle fills the control room. [b]Chuuunklik![/b] “Just one more attachment... to go.” [b]Wrvt. Wrvt. Wrvt. Wrvt.[/b] Those thin arms tilt ever so slightly. Shifting thirty degrees, sixty degrees, then another ninety. Flexible plastic interlaced with two spheres resembling amber iron. Golden in directions, sooty black in others, and humming as the modest-sized sack is fit onto the steel shaft with two screws and polymers. “Master! Now?” “Attaching them right now. Care to see?” Metallic armbands and a tiara glint in the blue light. Narrow slits become nearly invisible in the cat’s cerulean eyes and the blue light. Sparkling emeralds and jade pointing upward toward the feline’s exposed brain. A touch lighter in hue, though significantly bigger than the head it rests within. Extending out from the wrinkly mass, a thin tentacle wraps around a glass dome. [b]Chunk! Cliktsssss...[/b] Lock disengaged; the dome fills with many bubbles. Clinging to the glass walls and the wrinkly mass within. Four indents of different depths in a square shape disrupt the normal connections of the canine’s brain. Clear solution shines, the brain appearing a dim gray in the light. “Master! Just speak!” “Aaaaah. Right. Well, you’ll see when you connect to your suit again. Just a second.” Further on those arms go. Carrying that shaft and those contained orbs over to a metal frame. Sleek steel frame with plastic tubing for limbs. Sockets for the legs and arms made of polymer. An open divot for something in the canine-shaped head. Toward the bottom of the cylindrical shell, a small blue flame traces a hole barely three centimeters wide through the metal. Slowly, the connected shaft and orbs are lined up, sparking wires traveling out of the frame to meet them. [b]Squetist... Squetist... SqeeePOP![/b] “One good turn deserves another, Rajoittaa. For the three years of excellent service, you may count yourself as the fastest of all the brains in my care to receive your new genitalia. Enjoy responsibly!” “Master! Thank! Am happy!” “Wonderful! Now, how about I go return your braincase module back to its head and let you have a little more fun.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Chunchik... Pst![/b] Twist, a click, and a turn. A familiar hum fills the air. LED lights a deep blue in color shine in the rectangular, white room. Clanking, clattering metal shakes and vibrates. Rigid, plastic tubing wiggles and woobles, coming to life with a pneumatic hiss. Bubbles begin to pool around the brain attached to the crown. “Master! Thank! Am happy!” Polymer joints bend and flex. Curling up, and wrapping the arms around the slender figure before him. Metal against fur. Two pulsating brains meeting, with only a sheet of glass separating the master and pet. Along with new, weird sensations... “Everything worked according to plan... Now would you stop poking my stomach with your new cock, Rajoittaa?” Stepping back, the Siamese cat brushes a dark patch on his belly. Still with a smile on his muzzle. Slow blinking leads into a gentle pat on the glass dome. “Master! Sorry! Cannot reach it!” “You’re fine... You’re free to enjoy yourself from now on when off-duty and hump to get off. Understand?” Rapid nodding follows. Forceful enough to make the brain jostle within the glass dome! “Master! Yes! Horny not on work!” “Excellent... Try not to nod too hard either. Tilt beyond thirty degrees too rapidly and you’ll contuse that beautiful brain of yours!” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fore to aft, the robotic canine continues his work. Reflective surfaces brilliantly shining as soft light pours over him and his fellow brain bots. Canine, feline, piscine, vulpine, equine, and more. Tall ones, broad ones, lanky ones, stout ones, wet ones... Spring in his step and a shake of his hips, the generated fluid from the tip of Rajoittaa’s swinging cock paints one of the shuttles windows and paints the leg of a pachyderm brain bot going past. A line of the sexual secretion slowly trails across the floor while the canine happily wipes the window. Shaking his hips with giddy glee, Rajoittaa continues to hump away. “There! All clean! Master will happy!” Wagging contentedly, the canine brain bot spins on his metallic foot and walks to the next window. Behind him, a smear of the new sexual oils he makes, coating the window sill and part of the jambs. “Next up: Control room!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]CLANG! CLANG![/b] “Rajoittaa!” Hooves hit the metallic floor with force. Clanging from door to door, the horse races down the hall. One tentacle extends out of it, reaching for the activation panel. Cold air and mist rapidly escape from the room. Before the alien-brained horse’s eyes, the center of his ship. Within glass and bubbling fluid, a giant brain surrounded by numerous panels, screens, cooling fans, and one canine brain bot. One plastering the room in sexual fluids. “Master! Happy?” “Uuugh... Give you the cock and a month later we’re spending more time cleaning your spunk than collecting brains and suits.” “Master! Sorry! Will clean!” “No, no... You’ve been cleaning for the past month now. It seems it wasn’t just your suit that was suited for sex, but your brain too. You will resume cleaning after I’ve contained your libido.” Rajoittaa tilts his head. “Master! How?” Dropping the mesh cloth, the canine brain bot’s cock continues to swing around, splashing the horse’s thick legs, large nuts, and abs. “Well then...” Sighing, the horse slowly goes to his knees. “I see I’ll have to clean up after this. Be very gentle if you choose to thrust, Rajoittaa.” Licking his lips, the brainy horse carefully eases the artificial cock into his mouth. Spending a few seconds rolling it around his tongue, he puts his hands to the sides of Rajoittaa’s cylindrical torso. Gently, inching further along the dick with his maw... “MMPH!!!” ...As Rajoittaa gives a hearty thrust. Tapping against the brain bot’s side, the alien master rapidly bobs his head to match the speed of his pet. Balls slapping the underside of his muzzle. Mane flailing around as though caught in a drying machine. Every jostle and jerk eliciting a soft moan from the horse. “Master! Feels good! Feel throb!” “Mmmph?” Eyes opening wide, the horizontal pupils of the horse stare at the pulsating brain of the canine thrusting into him... Followed by a salty-sweet taste flooding his maw. Coating his tongue in a slick, sticky substance. “Mmmmmph...” “Master! Good now!” Briefly, the horse blinks slowly. Idly licking the head of the artificial cock. Gradually pulling his head away from the head and giving it a quick lick as he stands up shakily. Clutching at his chest, he clears his throat. “Well then... Rajoittaa, in case you ever feel your arousal is building up too high, you’re to report to me immediately. Understand?” “Master! Yes! Horny for you!”