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Disclaimer - Do servos and dynamos make you randy? Is compiling code your favorite foreplay activity? When technical advances are made, are your first thoughts how they might be used in the name of kinky robo-dungeons? Do you find toasters appealing? If you have answered "no" to any of these questions, I cannot in good faith recommend you read this story as it may turn you on in more ways than one . . . (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Robot Raptor Rapture

The light beside the door blinked green as the janitor scratched the back of his shaggy head. "You might not want to go in there, sir. Those boys are mighty careful about telling me to stay away from their things. They say it's dangerous . . . "

"Might I remind you that both the Rambelt brothers and yourself are employees of this company, and that I am in charge of all of your expenses." The HR director tugged at his collar as the pneumatic bolts on the massive door began to slide back.

"I'd be careful . . ." The janitor began, looking down at the wheels of his cart.

"That's why we pay you to clean, not to think." And with that, the short balding suit-clad man bustled self-importantly into the gloom of the brothers' lab.

He threw the main breaker on the wall, sparks arcing from the steel contacts as flood lights illuminated the bizarre machinery of the laboratory. It was a literal maze of conveyer belts, each connected to odd looking engines and gates with perfectly still metal arms and various overwrought devices attached to them.

Some of this had been on the order manifest . . . There were Coxston brand gears, and Aceton servos, but the eagle eyes of the trained HR officer caught something out of place. Three of the pipes that ran down from the ceiling above looked like they were using Blackwell pressure gauges. Those cost nearly double what the company-approved Whitnell gauges cost. They were a bit high up for the smaller man, so just to make sure he was right before filing his wrongful requisition report, he climbed onto one of the still conveyers, adjusting his glasses.

It was right there in plain English. He peered in, taking out his clipboard and beginning to copy down the parts' serial codes, leaning in to see that last digit when one of his polished shoes slipped. He panicked, reaching out and managing to catch himself on a large lever that creaked down as he pressed himself back up.

Suddenly, the factory surged into life, whirring servos warming up as the belt under him began to move. He was about to leap off when two metallic restraints whirred in, clamping firmly around his waist as he shouted.

A placid electronic female voice crackled through the speaker. "Adaptive modification process activated. Last model test loaded: Raptor Model Alpha. Initial balance restraints engaged."

"Force command shut down, you stupid machine!" The man yelled struggling fruitlessly against the metal clamps that pressed firmly against his suit, bunching it up against his body, just tight enough to not be painful."

"Invalid command. Engaging initial scanning and material identification." The conveyer steadily rolled the restrained HR executive towards an ominous set of metal doors that hissed open.

"Access directive Adam Wentworth, executive level 13B . . ." His voice was cut off as the metal doors slammed shut behind him. The braces held him steady as the conveyer stopped and a linear sheet of light moved steadily through the dark metal chamber, completing a full spectromagnetic scan that appeared on the monitor attached to the outside of the chamber.

"Removing non-essential components." The calm voice rang above his own in the chamber as hundreds of tiny servo operated arms clanked into position around him. Each one fired a bright green laser as the man closed his eyes and stopped moving, shivering as he felt the intense heat against his skin. Where the lasers crossed, his Bitalli wool executive-line suit became ashes. This was followed by his shoes, shirt, and eventually hair. Each individual fiber was seared down to the follicle, all incinerated with micrometer precision, leaving his pink skin completely unscorched. When the lasers shut off he was left in complete darkness again, breathing heavily as he could feel the cold air against his now absolutely bare skin.

He was disoriented as the doors on the other side of the chamber hissed open, conveyer moving him steadily through them. "Computer, for god's sake. Cease this immediately!" He tugged at the braces around his waist, unable to budge them an inch.

"Invalid command." The computer replied calmly. "Initiating bio-synthetic catalyst application." The conveyer moved him between two metallic tanks, nozzles on either side of him whirring and clicking into place before hissing out an orange mist right into his shouting face. He sputtered, the metallic tasting substance getting in his mouth and nose, seeping into his lungs as the nozzles moved lower, coating his entire body.

"Setting metallic resonance to maximum compatibility." The voice sounded more distant in his ears as his senses started to go hazy and warm. His skin glistened, becoming perfectly smooth and taking on a faint orange tint. He swooned as the feeling of the metal against his wait began to tingle and then throb with pleasure. The contact was making his entire body quake, sending tingles of bliss through his changing skin and molecular composition as the chemical substance seeped into his bloodstream through his lungs.

He felt drunk, writhing in pleasure as the conveyer shook back into life, moving him forwards towards a bit of track with a bunch of hanging arms surrounding it like a metallic spider. "Wait, I don't . . ." He mumbled.

"Engaging initial socket preparation." The robotic arms all began to hiss and creak into life as he was moved between all of them. His eyes watched them all unfold with a dim longing look as one pressed in unseen behind him bearing a long smooth metallic cylinder with patterns of circuitry lining the outside. The man's eyes widened and he shouted through clenched teeth as the metal object was moved down behind his rear and then shoved inside of his glistening ass in one long hissing pneumatic shove. The squeezing pressure made him groan, there was an initial discomfort, but oddly no pain. Instead there was just a tingling electric fullness as he felt the cylinder creak and fan out inside of him, lodging itself firmly against his changing flesh. The back side of the metal object creaked open into a mechanical socket that completely replaced his ass, needy and open as the arm that shoved it inside of him pulled back slowly.

Meanwhile, another arm came in from the front, holding a rigid looking hollow structure that it slipped down over his aching cock. It hissed as it condensed around his turgid shaft, the man moaning out as the tingling metal made contact with his sensitive skin. He could feel himself merging with the metal as it clicked and whirred. The arm began to press it back against his body, metal slowly sinking into his malleable flesh, all of his maleness subsumed as the writhing machinery was pressed back into him, leaving an opening with a spiral shutter that slid shut as it installed itself in his body.

Every point of metallic contact made his mind hum with pleasure as he groaned and writhed. "Socket integration complete. Installing equilibrium distributor." The calming voice stated as a crane moved in a large metal part from across the shop, pulleys vrrring as it lowered the thick tapering segmented metal object into the reach of the metal arms. The machines buzzed as they aligned the new part's protruding axle just behind his rear socket before sliding it inside of him and securing it with a click and a twist. The man's mouth hung open as the gaskets of his socket clamped down and his new metallic tail began to writhe almost randomly, sparks of pleasure dancing before his half-lidded eyes as the moving metal on metal made his entire glistening smooth body squirm, particularly his new appendage. It was so heavy though . . . not quite comfortable as something felt out of place . . .

"Structural weakness detected. Installing locomotive braces now." There was a loud hiss as hydraulic pistons from either side pressed in, each bearing a thick metal plate. The large parts were pressed against his rubbery flesh, which tingled as the exterior panels were superheated, adhering to him permanently. His internal flesh was converting into electric fibers and heavy servos, hissing and whirring as his legs were replaced by heavy saurian appendages, stretching and changing to suit his new form. Soon, the braces around his waist lifted his limp form and set his still fleshy feet into two three pronged bases that clenched around him, clacking as they attached to the rest of his bipedal hardware, three metal toes on each foot tensing against the conveyer independently, heavy robotic digitgrade legs bearing his weight easily.

The man was only murmuring at this point, pleasure overwhelming his senses wherever his now synthetic flesh touched his beautiful metal frame. "Structural integrity normal. Correcting posture." A long segmented metal brace was lowered, pressing down against his spine, making him lean forwards, weight balanced automatically by his tail unit. "Installing central impulse regulator." The prongs of the metal spine sank into him with orgasmic twinges, metal spreading out over his skin all the way from his tail to the back of his neck, orange lights pulsing along the length as it connected all of his disparately moving parts.

"Connection successful. Completing exo-installation." Pneumatic tubes rushed in, covering his arms with a hiss of pressure. Larger reinforced plates were pressed in against his swelling smooth chest and back, his form becoming less and less human and more saurian. The smaller manufacturing arms were riveting and reinforcing the plate connections, each hissing thud and whirring ratchet a benediction that make him groan, voice becoming digital as his lungs shifted into heatsinks and pneumatic capacitors. When the tubes around his arms pulled back with a great rush of steam, they left two thin metallic arms there with rounded servos for joints. Each manipulator's three curved digits whirred as they clacked together and he held them in front of his face, head turning to the side in near non-comprehension.

"Lower_e_xternal frame complete." The conveyer lurched under him again, his steady legs tensing automatically, the braces moving to grasp around his mechanized thighs. "Proceeding with neural integration and programming." The moving belt chugged along, moving him to where three data screens on movable arms pressed in directly in front of his face, the schematics for the Alpha Type Raptor Unit flashing on their surfaces.

"Installing data jack and visual interface." There was a whirring as a bright green visor was lowered before his eyes, pointed up at the angular edges. As it was pressed over his face, his world went black as a superheated hiss melded it to his synthetic flesh. Meanwhile, two hydraulic pistons pressed in at either side of his head, each with one side of a serrated set of protruding jaws that snapped together as they were riveted to his head with orgasmic little pings of pressure.

His now massive jaws creaked open as a complicated tube with various hanging wires was forced into his mouth. His groan as the metal touched the sensitive flesh inside his jaws was cut short as it whirred, generating a powerful vacuum that sucked his tongue inside of the waiting socket. He shook with pleasure as his flesh was stretched, segmented metal bands forming along the pink fleshy length as his forming data jack pulsed and filled the waiting receptacle, newly formed metallic end plugging into the back.

Suddenly his visor lit up. "Initiating neural conversion data management." The screens flickered with information, code cascading down their surfaces as the center one showed a rotating three dimensional version of his mind slowly melding into a more efficient data processing machine. "Phase one: Memory and personality compression and storage." His life flashed before his flickering visor, being converted into audio and video: sensory files that could be accessed at any time. They were all compiled in data coil G as he stared hypnotized at the flickering screens.

Data flowed through the jack between his jaws as his basic tendencies and thoughts, all the things that made him Adam Wentworth, were filed away in long term storage on the H coil. As his personality drained away, it was replaced by a new Basic Input Output System, loading all of the needed scripts for movement, obstacle avoidance, maintenance, and a host of other scenarios. His backlit green visor flickered as he received all of the basics at the maximum speed of electronic communication, but there was something missing . . .

What was his purpose?

The screens cascaded down code as he watched curiously, thoughts now translated perfectly into the digital medium.

Purpose//: No files found for current process. Engaging adaptive scripting protocol. Searching for last used purpose file. File found. Last used purpose < Do [Maximum value] of [Variable: (good)] to others >

Error//: [Variable: (good)] not defined. Searching for equivalence.

The mechanical raptor's mind raced, combing through his personality looking for what could best be considered "good."

Equivalence found//: Replacing [Variable: (good)] with [Variable: (pleasure)]

Error: Maximum value of [Variable: (pleasure)] undefined. Searching database for maximum value of [Variable: (pleasure)]

The flickering of his visor continued as the screens rushed through the events of his life retrieved from his G coil, analyzing each one. Generally, the index for pleasure in each was quite low, hovering around 6.82%. It spiked up slightly from when he met his first lover in college, but then dipped dramatically as he joined the labor force, settling in at around 3.26%. It was looking rather hopeless when suddenly the readings rose off the charts to an impossible 123.45%. His body shook as he replayed every vivid detail of the last minutes of his life.

Maximum value of [Variable: (pleasure)] found//: [Process: Adaptive modification - {Raptor unit conversion}]

Recompiling Purpose//: < Do [Process: Adaptive modification - Raptor unit conversion] to others >

The new raptor unit's body creaked at the thought of flesh on metal, wriggling as the node pulled back from its data-jack tongue that retracted back inside of its jaws. As the screens changed to schematic views, an inventory was done on all of the unit's systems as they were compared against its new prime directive.

Current hardware insufficient//: Designing modifications.

The adaptive manufacturing computer whirred as it used all of the resources at its disposal. The Raptor Unit's visor gleamed eagerly as the conveyer chugged into reverse, moving it back between the sets of myriad arms as it was upgraded to fulfill its purpose.

"Installing prototype bio-synthetic catalyst generator and atomizer." The raptor opened its maw as a collection of mechanical arms reached in and began modifying its design, one sinking back inside of its metallic throat. The unit was filled with two liters of the modified orange colored substance, and a bio-cell converter that could synthesize more from ambient organic material.

"Adding prototype active nanite probe." The shutters between the raptor's legs spun open as the freshly printed new addition was carried in by the whirring arms: a writhing foot-long metal length that tapered to a point. There was a solid clack and crunch as the new organ was installed, connecting to the developing nanite hive being installed inside of the raptor's shuddering body as programmed pleasure lanced through its circuts.

The new unit's visor began to dim as the newly installed systems used up most of its electro-chemical reserves. "Hardware modifications complete: Initializing charging and final systems test." The heavy charging plug was brought in behind the raptor, whirring into place as the unit's visor displayed its charge status.

Active use estimation//: 0hr 32min

The metal plug slammed forwards, sinking into the raptor just behind its writhing nanite probe, docked in place as power coursed into its body. The unit shook and writhed as its body was tested, tail flickering as the numbers on its visor sped upwards at an incredible pace. Jaws creaking open, the raptor released a fine mist of the modified orange chemical from its reserves. Its nanite probe writhed in simulated pleasure, tail undulating in seeming sympathy. The mechanical creature's manipulators clicked together as its probe jerked and squirted out a heavy gout of liquid metal, nanites primed to convert human biology as the heavy substance splattered on the floor.

Active use estimation//: 1,327hr 47min

"Systems test complete. All systems functioning as intended." The heavy plug decoupled with a clack and pulled back, leaving the new raptor feeling oddly empty as its nanite probe telescoped back inside of its body, shutters whirring closed after it.

The new Alpha Raptor Unit hopped off of the conveyer with surprising grace, flat robotic feet making a faint clanking sound as it prowled towards the door, primed to fulfill its programming.

* * *

The janitor mopped slowly down the hallway, dim lights in the empty building flickering as he heard an odd tapping. He stopped and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he saw nothing. It wasn't all that unusual to hear noises from the brothers' lab late at night. He continued on, whistling an old tune as he scrubbed the floors and pushed his cart forwards.

He reached the T at the end of the hallway, turning left as he continued to make his rounds. That clacking noise returned though, louder than before. He turned again, eyes widening as he stared into the jaws of the Alpha Raptor Unit as they creaked open and sprayed him with a orange chemical mist. He shouted, covering his face as he fell back against his cart. Immediately, his entire body began to tingle. His movements became lethargic as he turned, away thoughts of fleeing replaced by a dull hum inside of his mind.

The raptor unit closed in behind him, manipulators wrapping tight around the shoulders of his coveralls. There was a whirring click as the shutters between the robot's bulky thighs opened, pointed nanite probe extending out, writhing as it neared the man. In one calculated thrust, the Raptor surged forward, its probe forcing its way through the blue denim of the janitor's uniform as it sank deep inside of his still-human ass.

The man groaned out, hands grasping weakly in front of him as the contact of metal against his skin caused immediate rapture in his mind. The pulsing probe snaking deeper inside of him made him moan out as it shook and began to pump him full of active nanites that spread out through his changing synthetic flesh.

The metal saurian leaned in over the man, craning its neck down as its jaws opened and it pressed its data-jack into the man's lips, feeling the balmy flesh writhe and contract at the contact with his smooth metal protrusion. The raptor's own metal body was in digital bliss at each point of contact with the janitor's flesh, pleased orange glow tracing down its spine. The man's tongue swelled as it was prodded, tip widening as the unit's data jack plugged into it, uploading the schematics for the soon-to-be Beta Raptor Unit.

As they rocked together, the active nanites restructured the now ecstatic man's body, changing flesh into lightweight polymer, blue plastic plates forming over his skin as his insides were converted to efficient servos and circuitry. Section by clacking section, a thick tail creaked out from his backside, forced sideways by the alpha unit's metal bulk as the seams of his clothes ripped open around him.

Pulling back its tongue-like jack, the Alpha raptor then pressed its upside down visor against the man's half lidded eyes. Glowing rows of coding flashed past as the man's eyes hardened, flesh converting into a single red slitted optic sensor. His humanity was neatly organized and packed away on his forming data coils as the raptor shared his prime directive with his progeny.

Raptor Unit Beta Status //: Online

Installing purpose file //: < Do [Process: Adaptive modification - Raptor unit conversion] to others >

The man's body clacked and whirred, bursting through his clothes as his plastic legs grew into thick digitgrade raptor limbs. He was only about half the size of the Alpha unit, a much sleeker and lighter design. His jaws creaked out to full serrated prominence as his programming continued.

Logic Error //: Beta Unit hardware capabilities unable to execute command < Do [Process: Adaptive modification - Raptor unit conversion] to others > Engaging adaptive scripting protocol . . .

Solution Found //: Beta Unit directive <Change others biological programming to [Seek subject (Alpha Raptor Unit)] for purpose of [Process: Adaptive modification - Raptor unit conversion] to others >

As the forming Beta Raptor Unit's programming finished, the Alpha unit continued to rock into it, causing the modifications necessary for its new purpose. Their mouths opened, writhing data-jacks connecting as the smaller raptor was pumped full of bio-synthetic catalyst, modified to change organic programming and start the first phase of the conversion process. The man's cock was pulled back into his body, crotch covered with a smooth durable plastic plate as the sensations of his wriggling oral data-jack doubled in intensity as the catalyst was pumped haltingly into him.

Pleasure lanced through their circuitry as the Beta Raptor Unit's changes completed, his arms squeezing into precise manipulators as its saurian form was completely encased in navy plates with a band of luminescent electric blue running down its spine. There was a whirring clack as the Alpha's nanite probe decoupled from the Beta's maintenance port, slithering metal length sliding back inside of its powerful body.

The new Beta Raptor performed a systems check, a happy chirping chime escaping from its jaws as it became fully functional. It shifted its clacking weight from leg to leg before eagerly following the larger alpha model. The building was empty at this point though, so both freshly minted robots made their way to the front entrance, new forms covering the distance with graceful efficiency. Each of their digital minds hummed in anticipation as they strode quickly into the night.

Scanning for nearest available target //: Target acquired, distance = 821 Meters.

Engaging in communal purpose//: < Do [Process: Adaptive modification - Raptor unit conversion] to others >