The Tigress's Robo-Corn Toy

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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#1 of Robo-Corn Adventures

This story is the beginning of a series commissioned by repanbo over on Furaffinity. It's the idea of a rather silly robotic unicorn going around meeting her master's different companions and acquaintances. In this case, it's dealing with a very grumpy, rather paranoid tigress. Someone that really, really doesn't like the idea of unauthorized visitors is going to have to deal with a very, very friendly visitor...

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The Tigress's Robo-Corn Toy

For repanbo

By Draconicon

Buried beneath the Ural Mountains was a vast network of laboratories, power generators, R&D labs, robotic shells, AIs in development, and, of course, prisoners. One could not conduct experiments on this scale on completely willing subjects, after all, though these prisoners at least deserved it more than the batch that populated it before she'd taken charge.

Tatyana leaned over one of the eight different consoles in her Overseer bedroom, her lab coat hanging loose around her shoulders as she glanced this way, that way, every which way. The holograms coming up from the computer floated through her breasts, the display tingling against the inner nerves in a way that she was more than familiar with. It had no long-term harm as long as she didn't allow them to touch for too long.

She continued to stare down into the abyss beneath her suspended bedroom module, sipping at a cup of coffee as she watched drill bits the size of tanks continue their excavation into the depths. Conveyor belts along the great stone and metal walls held modular cells, rooms that needed new slots to be fitted to, filled with equipment, subjects, and more.

Never done. Never done.

Taking another sip of her coffee, the tigress started to turn from her console when she noticed that part of the hologram had gone red. She arched an eyebrow, extending one hand to expand the notification.

Guest at Gate 4B.

"4B? Guest?"

She tapped the hologram twice more, taking her first to the gate and then activating the camera outside. It was one of the lower gates, where the old Soviets used to have food deliveries and supply shipments from the western side of the Urals. It hadn't been used for over three years, though it was on the list for security improvements when she had the time.

The camera flickered to life, staticky for a few seconds before it settled again. The grayscale image showed the great steel door, a long concrete road leading up to it...and a glowing, metallic...person. A person that looked up at the camera as soon as it turned on.

"Oh, hi!"

The person's voice was crackly, due to the older systems outside, but Tatyana could hear her just fine. The tigress grumped into her coffee, shaking her head as she sipped a little more down. Turning on the intercom was as simple as hitting another button, but she still grumbled into it.

"Who you? What want?" she managed to grunt out, too tired to bother with proper English.

"My name is Ellyra, and I hear that you're someone that I'd want to meet."

"Hmmph. Not selling today."

"Selling? I was here for an upgrade."

"What mean, upgrade?"

"Upgrade. You know. Make my systems better."

"See no machine."

"You see me, right?"

"...In. Now."

Tatyana opened the side door, watching it slide upwards. The metallic unicorn ducked inside right away, her mane glowing as she went. The tigress, meanwhile, had already turned away from the camera feed.

If this creature was truly some sort of bio-machine, she needed a few more clothes...and a free cell...and something to test out just how advanced that technology was.

And most importantly, find out how her lab had been found.

#

It turned out that the last question was the easiest answered, and came up without her even having to ask it.

The robo-corn, as Tatyana was starting to think of her, had been shuffled off to one of the old meeting rooms on the twentieth floor. It had been a bit dusty, but some of the spider-bots had gotten there before her visitor and tidied it up a little bit. They were still leaving the room when the tigress arrived, having served up a cup of tea on the side for the visitor.

Tatyana shook her head, taking her time to walk through the swarm of gold-brass spider-bots. Each one was about one and a half times the size of her hand, bigger than the average tarantula, but without all the things that could make spiders truly scary. Not enough legs, for one, and with painted-on, cutey-eyes. Not her invention - she would never sink so low as that - but one that she admitted that she preferred to the more realistic possibilities.

Still stung a bit when they stepped too firmly on her bare feet, though.

She pulled her coat tighter around her, her bust nearly escaping through the coat that was not made for women, and was about to open her mouth when the robo-corn beat her to it.

"Hi, nice to meet you in person," she said, smiling and offering a hand. "My name's Ellyra."

"Said already," Tatyana reminded her.

"And you're Tatyana, one of Drac's friends."

"...You know Drac?"

"Yeah. He's the one that owns the harem I'm part of."

"Harem. That. You. Part of."

"Yeah. Didn't he tell you?"

"...No."

The tigress could already see the possibilities unfolding in front of her. If one of them came, the others would eventually follow. This one looking for a bigger cock, this one looking for a better ass, this one wanting feet that oozed with arousal-inducing pheromones. There would be competition between the different harem members to attract the dragon's attention, and she'd be caught in the middle of a sexual arm's race.

Not the first time that that had happened, but the first time that it would have happened with that friend.

Before she could try and pin things down, the robo-corn, again, beat her to it. She held out a device, and Tatyana arched an eyebrow.

"Portable hard drive?"

"Yes. I said I wanted an upgrade, and I mean it. These are all the access codes that you'll need, and all the different ideas that I had in mind. And if you come up with something that you think I'll find fun, I want you to do that, too."

"..." The tigress slowly turned in place.

"What?"

"Must be joke. Can't be real."

"What do you mean? Don't you want to have some fun?"

Tatyana arched an eyebrow. Fun? Fun didn't usually come in the form of guests. Guests brought security problems, brought malfunctions, brought all sorts of grief that usually only got partially paid off by them buying some bit of tech or other. Having someone stop by and literally say 'Experiment on me to your heart's content' was something out of one of her fantasies.

And that, by its very nature, made it very hard to accept as something that was really happening.

Taking a deep breath, Tatyana looked down at the hard drive again. If this was legitimate, then she would find out very quickly. If it was not...

Well, the last person that knew the full extent of the lab's security was long-dead, killed by the Soviets after he finished constructing the place. She was still figuring out how about a third of it worked, but the other two-thirds were well under her control.

If the robo-corn was a problem, it would be no problem to handle her, and if she was as high-tech as she looked...

Well, the tigress would find out soon enough.

"Come. Lab waiting."

"Yay!"

#

The robo-corn was surprisingly willing to be tied down, particularly if she actually was a spy. Tatyana was starting to revise her opinions on the mare; she might have been a bit on the bubbly side - just a bit - but she seemed sincere on her reasons for being here.

If that was the case, her day had just gotten a great deal more interesting, but Tatyana refused to let the enthusiasm fill her just yet. She still needed to take stock of what was on the portable hard drive first.

Should be secure enough, she thought, looking over her work.

Subject Ellyra had been restrained to a metal table, the table itself of titanium construction with a non-conductive surface around the robo-corn, ensuring that she would not be able to send a signal to the control systems beneath the table that operated the binding devices. Said bindings held the robo-corn spread-eagle, her arms above her head, her legs spread wide. She'd had to adjust for the hooves, slightly, but it fit well enough, now.

And then, of course, there was the room itself.

Four auto-turrets that were concealed in the corners of the room, each one capable of hitting the blind spots of its neighbors. Floor fitted with electro-shock capacitors able to blow up a jeep at full power. Gravity imitators, able to pull everything to the ground and hold firmer than any restraint.

Should be sufficient to keep the robo-corn out of threat-range until she was sure this whole thing was on the up and up.

Tatyana turned away, fighting the mild burst of paranoia of having someone that she hadn't vetted or controlled at her back. Ellyra said she was from Drac, and the dragon had confirmed it, but that might have been faked. Better to be completely sure that the data matched up with what she was being asked to do.

The white tigress's hands shook as she picked a random laptop from behind a panel. There were a half-dozen in most of the cells, tossed there for use as a burner if she needed it. She slid the white panel, one out of millions that covered the various cells, back into place as she booted up the computer.

"So, what are you doing? Checking facebook?" Ellyra joked.

"No. Site should burn. Planning it Thursday."

"What, seriously?"

"Maybe."

It would be useful to the world to lose that whole social network, she felt, but there were too many servers out there to destroy them all. Might be able to bring it down for a few weeks, though. Worth giving it a try if she got bored.

But for the moment, she was focusing on the wrong thing.

With the laptop booted up, she plugged the external hard drive into it. Wifi was disabled just in case it was set to set off a signal on her network, and there was no power cord to send a jolt through. She waited, just in case the laptop was going to blow up in her hands.

It didn't.

Instead, what came up was a map of the robo-corn in front of her, a partial schematic that was nevertheless far more than what a bio-machine would normally trust another with. The more that Tatyana saw, the more her eyebrows lifted, until they felt like they were going to fly off her head and bounce over her twitching ears.

"Amazing..."

Her voice was quiet as she flicked across the design, utilizing the touch screen to its fullest. There were hard light emitters built into the robo-corn, as well as chemical factories and a full fusion reactor in the middle. There were expanding pieces, too, which was...less of a surprise, considering that she was apparently part of a harem.

Shaking her head, Tatyana tapped a few points on the schematic. No information came up, but she knew that there had to be other machinery that was going unmentioned.

"Where rest?"

"Oh, I don't know all of my schematics," Ellyra admitted. "It's been a lot of experimenting, figuring out what goes where, what does what. You know how it goes when you have something that you haven't used before. You push a button and find out."

"...No, you...you do not..."

Tatyana shook her head. Oh, the fact that the robo-corn hadn't blown herself up yet was kind of astounding, she had to admit. If the girl treated her body like that, no wonder she needed some upgrades. She was going to kill herself with that sort of idea.

That said, there were safeguards. Not explicitly mentioned, but Tatyana knew discharge shunts and shutdown circuits when she saw them. The robo-corn was manufactured so that certain over-charges, certain actions would initiate a full-system shutdown to preserve the chassis and the rest of the hardware. There was probably an off-site back-up of the robo-corn's mind and personality, too, just in case someone started overwriting too much.

The more she saw, the more the white tigress grinned. There was so much here already, and so much that she had yet to map. When she looked up from the laptop again, Ellyra grinned back at her.

"Convinced yet?"

"Oh, convinced. But...ugh...Second."

The tigress put the laptop to the side, jumping off of her stool and rushing over to another panel. She yanked it up, pulling out a bundle of cords. Special ones, adapted from the old style that she had needed to work with for so long. Stupid Soviet suppliers, never updating right up until the collapse of the whole system.

Shaking her head, she rushed back over to the robo-corn, running her fingers along some of the mechanical ports along Ellyra's neck. Her subject smiled.

"Trying to tickle me?"

"No, looking for - really? USB? Expected HDMI."

"Hey, it's universal for a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeason!"

Ellyra arched her back right off the table as Tatyana jammed one of the cords into the bio-machine's neck. The other, of course, went right into the machine beneath the table, connecting to a gateway to the central computer of the whole facility. The robo-corn's eyes suddenly went black and green, binary streaming down the orbs.

Tatyana lifted her wrist, tapping a miniature tablet that she wore around it. A few Cyrillic characters popped onto the screen, then disappeared as she entered the command.

A soft 'whooooom' filled the air, and the binary characters on the robo-corn's eyes suddenly disappeared. The equine shook her head a few times, blinking.

"What just - oh wow, that's....that's not English," she said.

"No, it's Russian," Tatyana confirmed. "I was getting sick of speaking a different language."

"So, you just installed Russian on my database?"

"Essentially. As well as a grammar codex, the written language, and a full database of Russian literature. You're welcome."

"...Huh. I know War and Peace, now."

"Ignore Tolstoy's other stuff...and take care with Dostoevsky. Very depressing."

"Oooh, yeah, not my thing. Hey, is there anything happy in Russian?"

"Not really."

While they were chatting, Tatyana continued hooking up the different wires she'd need for the upgrades. The schematic that she'd been given would be very helpful, but it was incomplete, lacking all the details. She needed to fill out the map a bit further if she wanted to give a proper upgrade to this girl.

There were ports all over the robo-corn, some of which were hidden beneath surprising disguises. She expected the ones in the hip and thighs, and she wasn't entirely surprised to find one between the breasts. Finding one that was situated just above the clit, though...

Tatyana lifted her head from between the robo-corn's legs, catching the smirk sent her way. The tigress narrowed her eyes.

"Whoever made you had a very dirty mind."

"Heh, probably, but I have no complaints."

"Neither does Drac, I'm sure. Save perhaps a lack of feet."

"Oh, he loves my butt enough to make up for that."

"He has an...attraction to rumps over other holes, I have heard."

Tatyana had already tuned out the talkative robo-corn, focusing more on the task at hand. There were things that needed doing, tasks that needed finishing. The wires and connectors in hand were attached to the central core gateway under the table, and she needed to make sure that they were all properly attached and, more importantly, grounded.

After all, there was going to be a lot of electricity passing through the robo-corn in very short order.

Plug, plug, plug went the different wires, the tigress finding ports that she would never have expected. There were slight openings above the hooves, under the mane, in the belly button, and all over the body. Some of them, admittedly, were more improvised ports than true ones - such as the one where she slid a wire around the robo-corn's kneecap - but they were all secured in short order.

By the time that the sweaty tigress pulled back from her project, Ellyra looked like some sort of tentacle-swathed machine with all the wires feeding in and out of her. There was a soft grunt from inside, followed by a flickering light.

Morse code by flickers. Clever, Tatyana thought. She watched it until it started repeating, then chuckled.

"Yes, everything is alright. Merely making sure that you're properly hooked up for this."

Flicker, flicker, flicker.

"Will not harm you. Might make you jump."

Flicker flicker?

"A great deal of power. We'll start at a level sufficient for a small home and work up from there."

FLICKER!

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be fine!"

The entire time she'd been talking, the tigress had been making her way to a lever under the other side of the table. As soon as she said 'fine,' she threw it, and herself, to the floor.

It was like a lightning storm had been summoned over the table, flickering and dancing all over the place. Bolts of electricity shot through the robo-corn subject as the tigress rolled to the far side of the room, picking up the laptop and pulling up the schematic screen once more. A couple button taps opened up the program, letting it attach to the central core.

Ellyra's schematics were updated, showing a twitching unicorn silhouette as the electricity flooded her system. The wires light up as they were charged, then super-charged, breaking down the command-locks that kept sub-systems from being activated. She leaned in close, ignoring the random charges of energy that shot through the air behind her as more and more different mechanics and pieces were revealed.

Hard light power, not drawn from fusion generator. Not primarily. Batteries, secondary systems charged from reactor throughout the body. Back-up power units. Part-time solar cells in mane, able to reflect light in different colors. Limited chameleon circuit. Fluid-capacitors capable of growth. And -

Bzzzt.

Suddenly, the flower of power stopped. The lightning storm faded a second later, and she realized that the light from the robo-corn's mane had gone out.

...There's no way that killed her...

She slowly lifted her head, just in time to see the lights come back on. Ellyra suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, pulling the wires off of her face. Not in panic, but in...

Pleasure?

Tatyana blinked, looking back down on the schematics. The electro-flood had opened up a great deal of circuits and safeguards, letting her get a look at all the different bits and pieces inside of the robo-corn - or at least, more than the schematic had originally shown her - but she hadn't noticed what else it happened to trip.

"Ah. You have a hyper-pleasure reaction to electricity, I see."

"Hoooooly..."

Ellyra panted on the table, certainly indulging the bio part of her bio-machine nature. Certainly, the schematic didn't detail that she needed to breathe. Tatyana chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she started typing some commands into the computer.

"Hyper-pleasure, and hyper-productive, considering the smell."

"It's a pheromone...pheromone-enriched solution...holy...fuck...What sort of voltage do you get off that thing?"

"Enough power to run ten New York Cities for a month," the tigress answered idly.

"What the hell kind of power sources do you have?!"

"Nuclear. Could blast you to the moon, if I wanted."

"Could you?"

"Not today. Now."

The tigress cracked her knuckles. She hated wasting time, and this was no exception. Perhaps she would call down one of the other robots later, something with proper attachments for stimulation. It would help her think.

For now, though, she had the program she needed written. It was already in phase one, collecting the various subroutines that the access codes Ellyra had given her would unlock, as well as any that were picked up by the scouring she'd just put the robo-corn's insides through. Phase two was about to begin right...about...

Now.

"Stand."

The command forced the robo-corn to stiffen where she was, her eyes suddenly staring straight ahead of her. It was a simple body-control program, one that would keep the bio-machine pliant, eager to obey while she was being programmed and upgraded. As the robo-corn slipped off of the table, all of the wires, save for the one just behind her head under her mane, came undone, leaving her properly exposed.

She is a well-made machine...and a well-made woman, Tatyana admitted. The robo-corn was streaked with a few light streams along her sides and neck, as well as possessing neon streamers through her mane. Her body was not overly curvy, possessed rather of a slender build in the hips and chest, enough to mark her as a mare, but not enough to fill the roles of the mares of the field.

This was a mare of the lab, quick, efficient, focused. And it was an appealing build.

Not what would entice the dragon she seemed so eager to serve, she supposed, but an appealing build for her tastes.

Tatyana looked down at the screen again. The schematic turned once more, revealing a pair of inflatable bags in the unicorn's chest. Breast expanders, she supposed. She brought up the sub-routine for it.

"So, do you prefer this smaller body?" she asked, examining how the bags worked. Fluid-powered and fueled. Required...an immense amount, really. That could be improved. She typed away. "Smaller breasts, smaller rump?"

"It's a nice change. I know that Drac loves horse butt, but it's fun to have a smaller, easier to cuddle body."

"Hmm, understandable."

Ticky-type, ticky-type. Setting the minimum size for the breasts to be a cup size larger. Fueled by a combination of cum-hunger and greater thirst, the core processors finding that they needed to fuel the body more often. Easy enough to alter, small things that would drive the robo-corn to slightly different behaviors.

Of course, wanting it to shrink down again. By the nature of the new program that forced the bio-machine's breasts larger - and how they swelled, she thought, watching them grow before her - they'd run through fluid faster. Without Ellyra actively feeding them, they'd shrink, though she'd likely have the eager hunger to grow them out again before too much longer.

That said, without proportion, large breasts looked nothing but clownish.

"You said that 'Drac' likes horse rump?"

"He says horse butt is the best butt."

"Because it's large."

"I guess. And because he made it look all puffy and feral. Wanna see?"

"Later. Maybe."

Tatyana pressed a few other buttons, adjusting some of the fluid run-off to go down to the robo-corn's ass cheeks. She'd only inflate back there after growing up-top, but both would run off pretty quickly if she started exercising. The sub-routines already in existence ensured that they would never be particularly permanent, but she could enhance them so the unicorn could catch the dragon's attention the way she wanted.

As she worked, she could see the wired-up robo-corn blinking from time to time, bits of electric data flickering across her eyes before she would reach down and touch herself. Usually something that had grown, but other times just a part of her body. Every time that it wasn't something that the tigress had told to grow, she made a mental note; it probably was somewhere that served as a signal switchboard or a location for a program or sub-routine to start from.

"Keep talking. I need to make sure that you're still working while I upgrade you."

"Oh, talking's no problem. You know, you're a cute kitty. Do you have anyone around that - what's that smell?"

"Nothing." Two zeroes, not one, dunce, she thought to herself. "Do I have someone around that what?"

"That smells...so...good..."

Sighing, the tigress erased that particular command as well. She knew that the dragon liked people that went a bit gaga over his scent, but she had obviously over-charged the parameters. She had a bit of a scent herself, now, turned on a little from seeing the electrical discharge force the robo-corn over the edge so hard, and obviously the bio-machine was reacting to that. She'd need to turn it down for now.

Still, she left the chemical receptors set to pick up dragon pheromones at a much stronger level. He'd like that.

"I don't keep lovers around, if that's what you mean."

"But why? You're a pretty kitty. Bet you that there's plenty of guys out there that'd want to stick it in you."

"I'm not interested in men."

"Oh? Girls then?"

"No."

Neither, really, but neither was she asexual. It was more that...it was more that it was complicated. Very complicated. There was an element of safety she needed that didn't come unless she was working with inanimate objects, machines, or someone that she controlled.

Which...could be this robo-corn, if she was completely honest with herself, but at the same time, she knew better than to touch the dragon's property. At least, not for long, and she was already tempted enough by the machinery in front of her. Best not to cross over that line, particularly with who else the dragon had in his harem.

Could have a little fun after I finish tweaking her, though. Doubt he'd object to that...hell, might turn him on to see someone else 'conquering' a harem member.

Tatyana chuckled to herself. It was a thought, at least.

"Around other people very often?" she asked.

"Oh, there's lots of people in the harem."

"Sleep with many?"

"Some. Lots of good people in there. The Mistress is very nice. The best of floofs, too. She's even fun to brush and comb."

She spotted a few things that were popping up in the schematics as the robo-corn remembered her time in the harem, and she keyed into them quickly. Submission boosters, as far as she could tell, things that would push the bio-machine further into a submissive state with doses of pleasure as she hit certain milestones.

Yes, that could be amped up a bit. She'd probably enjoy that, and others would definitely enjoy keeping her there.

Hmm, and there's a lactation core, too...

One of the few cats that didn't get along with the cream, Tatyana was tempted to remove that particular feature, or at least, limit it. However, she squashed that temptation.

Whatever had built this bio-machine, they'd done it with a specific sort of goal in mind, and she knew better than to fiddle with things to that extent. The last time that she'd opened up a big machine with anything approaching this level of sophistication, she'd found out what a mistake it was to completely erase a feature.

She could send Ellyra back to the dragon with a great deal more stuff in her head, but sending her back as a pile of slag? Not a good idea.

So, instead, she tweaked it so that the sub-routines that ran the pressure valves down there would give the robo-corn the chance to perform trick shots with her boobs. Imagining her giving one a squeeze and hitting a fellow harem member in the head from twenty paces was amusing enough to be worth it.

Tatyana looked over the top of the laptop as the robo-corn continued, waxing almost poetic about the different harem members.

"Oh, and there's Zaza, the most lovely of goophons. She's got the nicest of touches, and one of the biggest asses. Oh, oh, and Zavis. The best of sneks. Heh. He can squeeze with the best of them so that even I can feel it."

"Really? Can you describe how it feels?"

"Of course. He starts wrapping around you, pulling himself tighter and tighter, and those scales rasp just enough to be rough against your skin, and...and it feels like he's giving you an...an all over...oh...oh yes..."

Amazing how a digital memory can effect an artificial body, she thought as she continued to run her finger up the sensitivity scale. It was already at three hundred percent what it would normally be, and still rising as Ellyra shivered and shook, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she hugged herself, her pussy starting to twitch and drip. I wonder if I can make her cum hands-free from a memory.

Up and up and up it went, but right as she was about to cross the threshold to seven hundred percent, the robo-corn whirred and shut down.

...I might have overdone that, she thought.

She expected there to be a safeguard, something to bring the robo-corn back online, and she was right. Within a handful of seconds, the bio-machine warmed back up, standing up straight and shaking her head.

"Well...that was weird."

"Indeed," she said, dialing the sensitivity back down to about two hundred fifty percent. It'd be higher than average, but shouldn't cause a crash. "Now, you were describing this...Zavis. Would you say that he would be, hypothetically, a good experimental specimen?"

The End