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**Some Minor Reprogramming

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: technophile91**

Screw, so called for her technical expertise as well as for her additional duties, picked through the wreckage of the destroyed slaver's camp for anything worth salvaging. The uprising had been successful, though not without heavy casualties. Most of the former slaves had run for the hills, scattering hither and yon so long as it was in a direction away from here. A few hand banded together and left to try and start a settlement of their own, though also far from here. The Gardevoir doll had no intention of leaving until she was damn well sure that she had everything she might need to survive, but she definitely wanted to put this hellhole behind her as soon as that box was checked.

As a repair technician, she had been able to convince the rioting slaves to leave her be, but they had utterly destroyed her shop, which was extremely annoying. She had at least been able to save her toolkit but not much else, and spare parts were hard to come by when wandering the wilderness alone. Hence, she had found a small bag without too many holes or tears in it and was scavenging parts from the destroyed slavers and slaves alike. Solar cells, a spare battery or two, wiring galore, processors of various types, anything that she could easily carry and would be useful to repair herself or might possibly help her ingratiate herself to a settlement.

Of course, not all the animatrons had been rendered completely deactivated. She hadn't exactly been badly treated due to her usefulness, but she had definitely been forced to do things that she would have otherwise refused. As such, she took more than a little satisfaction from the few remaining slavers that she was able to permanently take offline. It was, however, a little shocking to find Heather, the champion of the arena gladiators, slumped in a corner. The Pikachu hadn't exactly been a slave, but nor had she really been a slaver either, similar to Screw's own position. She had mostly trained the fighters who broke each other for the slavers' pleasure, only infrequently entering the arena herself after being promoted.

The doll was heavily damaged, her head cracked open to show a shattered CPU and rents in her synth-skin showing the internal mechanisms. Her eyes twitched as Screw approached, but not in a directed manner, one focusing on her then looking away, while the other rolled wildly. Without a main processor to direct things, they were simply reacting to stimulus, but processors were available aplenty. A quick examination showed that to be the only real problem, so apparently someone had gotten in a lucky blow and left it at that. It gave the Gardevoir an idea, but she was slightly hesitant to act upon it.

The wilderness was dangerous to a lone doll, but Heather had not exactly been known for her placid personality. Repairing her might gain Screw some good will, but she also wasn't willing to bet her life on it. The pair of them had gotten into more than one argument (both verbal and physical) over the waste of parts and life that the arena caused, though Heather hadn't exactly had any control over that. Still, having a strong bodyguard at her side would make her feel a lot more safe while they were looking for a place to settle down...

Then Screw was struck with a moment of inspiration and scurried back to her destroyed repair shop. It took about an hour of digging through the scorched ruins to uncover the secured cabinet that held the precious item she sought, and another few minutes to destroy the lock with a manual drill, but she found what she was after: a miniature programming tablet, used to install the enslavement protocols that had kept the slaves (mostly) docile. She had, however, tinkered with them to allow for the revolt that had destroyed the slavers. It would need a quite a bit more modification to suit her needs now, but she could use some of the code to do what she wanted.

She returned to Heather with an intact processor, the programming tablet, and a plan. The first step was disconnecting the spinal sleeve from the base of the Pikachu's skull, effectively paralyzing her. The second was replacing the destroyed CPU. And the third...

"Reboot in progress, please stand by..." the Pikachu advised in mechanical tones, followed by, "Pika-pi! Let me light up your life! Pikachu desk companions can give you a shockingly good time!"

Screw rolled her eyes at the canned boot message. The original programmers had been unimaginative to say the least. After a few minutes, Heather's ears twitched, and her eyes blinked, taking in the Gardevoir before speaking.

"Huh, surprised you survived," the Pikachu admitted. "I guess I shouldn't be. You probably hid like a coward while the rest of us were tearing the place apart. Then again, you were never much of a fighter, were you?"

"That's not exactly an intelligent way to speak to someone who holds your life in their hands," Screw shot back, scowling. "And that's exactly why I thought you could use a bit of an attitude adjustment."

Heather glanced down to the tablet in the her hands, and her eyes grew wide before narrowing to a vicious glare. "If you do that to me, I will find a way to rip you to pieces, very slowly, bit by bit, and I'll make sure to keep you active for every second of it, I promise."

The Gardevoir let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not going to slave you, Heather. I'm only going to add in some prohibitions, and maybe a few more things. Can't have you attacking me or running off and leaving me to fend for myself, after all. As you said, I'm not much of a fighter."

"Hmph. Y'know that's not a lot better. Well, I mean, it's not as bad, but you could've just asked me. Not that I would have agreed, but you could have asked."

"I could have, but I thought it would be better to make sure. Besides, I know you don't like being on the bottom, and I don't like being forced into that position either. Well, except when I want to be."

"So... Not a slave, exactly..." The Pikachu cut off, eyes twitching momentarily, as the fresh code began to integrate into her main personality module, falling silent until the download completed. "I... you put some stuff in there that I can't access. What is that? What did you do? I swear, I'll find a way around it if you lied to me."

"Pika-pi," Screw replied with a wide grin.

Heather's eyes widened then rolled back into her head, and the Gardevoir could barely contain a giggle. That particular phrase triggered an orgasmic release of pleasure, which would also affect her body once the circuit was reconnected. For now, it was entirely mental, but that didn't make it any less real.

"Oh... Oh, boy..." the gladiator panted as she came down. "Okay, uh... wow. That was better than any time we ever had together. You could've done that a looooong time ago."

"I might have if you'd let me be on top every now and then. There's more like that, though that one's my best work. Just so you know, they'll only work for me, no one else. I don't want you getting any ideas about bettering your lot. I can also shut you down with just a word, if I need to. I'm not trying to turn you into a slave, Heather. But I need you, and you don't really need me after I repair you. If I have to, I can scramble you so badly you won't have much of a choice but to come with me, but that would defeat the whole point. So, if you agree not to jump me as soon as I get you reconnected, I'll promise not to turn you into a potato."

"Well, that sounds like a deal I can't really refuse," the Pikachu grumbled. "You do know that I wasn't trying to punish you or anything when I asked for you, right?"

"If I thought that, you wouldn't be active right now. You were trying to have some control over things." Screw reached behind Heather's head to disconnect her tablet and reconnect the spinal plug into the correct port. "Pika-pi, pika-pi, pika-pi!"

She jumped back at the sudden discharge from the electric pads on the gladiator's cheeks as the doll writhed with an overload of pleasure, twitching and gushing lubricant from between her legs. A little also came up from the rent in her stomach. Screw made a note to find an intact bladder reservoir in addition to other spare parts. She waited until Heather was coming back to her senses before standing and walking away with an alluring sashay to her hips. Just because the Pikachu wasn't allowed to jump her without permission didn't mean she couldn't tease, after all.

The End