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Testing Robotics

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

There were mornings when Tatyana wondered if a more condensed, smaller lab would be better for her. The Russian tigress often ended up exhausted from the sheer chaos that came from the underground complex spreading through several mountains among the Urals. The power lines that went down, the communication channels that could be cut by accident or intent, the various little pockets of problems that continued to cause aggravation for her to this day tempted her to bury two-thirds of the labs and just work with what was left.

She sighed, leaning back in the reclining chair in her command bubble. Not that the feline would ever be able to push herself to that point. The facility had been built long ago, and collapsing the tunnels, chambers, and facilities would likely bring the rest of the mountain down with it. Controlling the collapse would require more resources than she wanted to throw at what was honestly a relatively small problem.

The black and white tigress crossed her legs, her lab coat barely covering her large bosom, her heels on the edge of her console as one of her robotic aides brought her a cup of coffee. The spider-bot hung from a wire that connected to the ceiling, pouring the coffee out of one of its legs and holding the cup with the other. She took it once it was full, then paused, looking back at the spider-bot. It looked back at her with eight too-big, sparkling, cartoonish eyes.

"..."

"..." It was as if the spider-bot was smiling with all eight eyes at once.

"...Variant S2," Tatyana eventually said, and the spider-bot gleefully chittered to itself as it retracted the wire into its core, going back to the ceiling. She shook her head; ever since she'd allowed that particular robot aide production line the ability to self-modify, she had seen at least one variant a week, always presenting itself with a strange sort of robotic hope for a full line of their type.

To be honest, she wasn't sure that she needed happy-eyed spiders, but she supposed that it would make her guests feel a bit more at ease.

Guests. That was something else to think about. Ever since her trip to the dragon's city, working with that robocorn 'assistant' of hers, she had found that there was an opening for people to visit her. Not necessarily of her consent, as the space had been dug out while she was gone and Ellyra had been...forceful...about there being guest chambers in the underground facility rather than converted testing chambers, but still an opening. Tatyana grumbled into her coffee, her whiskers twitching irritably and her tail doing the same.

If she went so far as to open up her lab - her home - for people to visit, then she needed to find a place to retreat to, a place where nobody would be able to bother her. Better still, a way to hide so that others didn't find out that she was in charge and demand things from her.

Various possibilities there. There are cloaking fields, and there are ways to convert other chambers for my personal use, with security devices to keep them out...

But that would mean running. She didn't like running.

Tatyana was still puzzling through the possibility when one of her other consoles lit up. It was a message from one of the gates that she had told the robocorn about. Shaking her head, the tigress pulled her lab coat together to hide her breasts slightly more, tapping the button to open the comm channel.

"Identify," she said in Russian.

" It's me, Tattyyyyyy."

"I repeat. Identify."

" Grumpy. It's me. Ellyra. You need to install cameras out here."

"Who's to say that I haven't?"

That had been the first thing that the tigress had done once she had the gates controlled. They were upgraded on the regular, too, ensuring that she always had cutting edge stuff, harder to hack, harder to break into. She modified it, too, which meant that the view she had of the robocorn at the gate was quite extensive, seeing a hologram of her that was peeled apart into different layers, watching the sparks of her various processes fire as they did.

It also functioned well as a lie detector. Ellyra had somehow learned how to immobilize her face as a poker face technique, but reading the electric charges kept that accountable.

"What do you want?"

" I brought you an invention. I kinda want a second opinion, and thought you could help, since I'm kinda busy."

"Mm-hmm. What is it?"

"_ A Roboticizor. _"

Tatyana paused in her next drink, looking up from her cup to stare at the display again. The robocorn was holding up something that looked like a pistol, and she could see that it definitely had some new designs to it.

Roboticization was a different sort of science. It was more than just turning someone from biological components to digital and mechanical ones. It also involved doing a lot of work to ensure that the individual so converted didn't lose part of themselves in the process. There was a clinical process in the work of shifting from bio-being to mechanical, and even just physically, there were losses, compromises.

Full Roboticization offered more interesting things, but with what it could do to the mind, she kept it as a torture rather than anything else. This did not seem like that.

"You say that you do not have time to test it?"

"_ Oh, I've got time. I just can't start the testing. Programming, you know? And it's not like I can test it on me. So, you test it on you, huh? _"

"Or -"

"_ Nope, don't tell me, don't need to know. I'm putting it by the door. Come get it when you want it. _"

Shaking her head, Tatyana watched as her robocorn friend put the gadget down, then hustled out of camera view. The tigress leaned back, muttering out a work order for the spider-bots, and watched through the command bubble as they started streaming out from overhead. They jumped, shooting wire lines from their abdomens, and she leaned her head back in her chair.

A Roboticizor. This was going to be interesting, if it worked.

Tatyana met her assistants down in the second cluster of labs. It had recently been hooked up to a more reliable power line, and the central collection of connected rooms had no flickers today in the light panels or in the monitor screens. She laid out the new 'gun' on the table, slowly taking it apart to see the various pieces, taking strenuous notes of how to put it back together when she was done.

Trust Ellyra to make it as elaborate as possible, the tigress thought, finally taking the chassis of the gun apart with a great deal of effort, including the use of a laser scalpel and several other advanced tools that didn't usually come into play with weapons. Still...definitely something interesting.

The internal components were not that numerous. There was a power source, of course - something that was related to the same sort of odd fusion that the robocorn used for herself - but there was more than that. Tatyana had expected the ammo of the gun to be something more like nanites, nano-bots, things that would dig into the target and start converting them before dying off. Instead, it was laser-based, allowing for pinpoint targeting.

It was a fire-and-forget weapon, something that didn't need to be maintained or directed after it was used. That could be good, as it meant that there were no nanites that would go rogue and convert other things, but it also meant that there was less chance of fixing it if you got it wrong.

She stroked her finger delicately over the container that held the reagents that transformed the laser from light to transformation agent. There were gasses in there that she had never seen on this world before, and that told her that the robocorn was cheating again, bringing in out of the world stuff to get her projects completed. Tatyana gritted her teeth, the tigress grumbling to herself. She hated it when Ellyra did that; it made it much harder to reverse-engineer her toys.

But, at least there was the chance to take it apart and see how it worked. She might not have the different elements to make it happen, but she could at least see how they interacted.

The laser was fired and the different reagents were on a timed cycle with each pull of the trigger. It would take a concentrated blast of a minimum of five seconds to actually convert the target, meaning that one would either have to have insanely good aim, or a willing or incapacitated target.

Tatyana had both.

After making sure that there were no little pieces that would interfere with how the Roboticizor worked, she put it back together. The welder came out, and the chassis was fit together once more, nearly as good as it had been the first time. The tigress held the pistol-sized weapon up, pointing it forward, then lowering it to her side, then pointing it forward, testing the heft. As usual with Ellyra's toys, it was surprisingly light, and it almost seemed to encourage use the way that it fit her hand.

"...Hmmph. Dammit."

She was going to have to use it, and that meant that she needed a subject. As interesting as it might be to use on herself, she needed to know that it would be reversible. There was no way that she was going to fully roboticize herself without knowing it could be turned around.

Who do I hate least...

The answer to that turned out to be a brown bear, broad across the shoulders and beginning to gray in the muzzle. She had him brought out of storage, his mind taken out of the hypnotic programming that she'd left him in. Unsurprisingly, he came to quickly enough. As a former member of the Soviet's enforcement units, he was trained in keeping his mind together. Or, perhaps better to say that he had stronger indoctrination to resist hers.

At any rate, the mature bear grunted as her robots stretched him out on a metal slab, leaving him on a diagonal tilt and facing forward. He pulled at the wrist and ankle restraints, and she watched from her observation chair, one leg crossed over the other, the weapon in her lap. The bear's cock swung back and forth, his balls likewise, and she sighed.

"You believe you can free yourself?" she asked in Russian.

"Pah! Anything can be broken eventually."

"Yes. That was how your sort operated..."

She clenched her fingers tighter over the grip of the weapon, resisting the urge to substitute something more final for the Roboticizor. There were few of the old guard left from those times, but there were still some. This one...yes, this one had been part of a squad sent to try and take the mountains back from her. It hadn't gone well for them; all members of the squad had been captured, put into a deep freeze that she occasionally took them out of. She doubted that they knew what year it was, all things considered.

But it didn't matter. What mattered was that this man was one of the less-hated prisoners that she had, and one she wouldn't mind doing certain...things...with if this worked out the way that she expected.

As the bear finally seemed to get it through his head that he wasn't going to escape from the restraints, she brought the weapon up, aiming it at his chest. Despite the situation, he managed to put a smirk on his muzzle, his ears laying low across his skull.

"Is this it, then, Failure? My time to die, finally?"

"...Hardly. Though call me that again, and we'll see if we're related."

"What do you mean?"

"Subject: Tatyana. Subject Failure. Perhaps you'll be Heart Failure. Or Organ Failure. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"...Hmmph. Do your worse, Subject."

That was one she could deal with. Tatyana took a deep breath, flicking her fingers along the side of the Roboticizor, glancing down at the settings. There were three. One for a full conversion, one for localized, one for partial. She decided to start at the bottom and work her way up. Flicking the switch down, she aimed the weapon at his shoulder, and fired.

The beam itself was surprisingly thin, difficult to see in the bright light of the room. Tatyana could just make out a green, solid line connection the pistol to the bear, and it was the only obvious sign of the Roboticizor working. She held it for the appropriate five seconds, then released the trigger.

"Does your shoulder feel any different?"

The bear did not answer. She wasn't particularly surprised.

Tatyana got to her feet, walking over to the large ursine. He growled at her as she reached up to his shoulder, stopping only when she flicked his nose. He yelped, blinking and shaking his head at the sudden impact.

"Stop."

"Hmmph."

Shaking her head, she pressed her fingers against his shoulder. What she felt shocked her.

The fur had been turned into stiff strands of some sort of flexible metal, moving with the flexibility of aluminum foil, but impossible for her to break with her bare hands. She reached into her coat, pulling out a pair of scissors, but even that did not break the strands. Pushing past them, she felt along his flesh, shaking her head.

It was completely hardened, flesh turned to metal. It was as good as armor while preserving the appearance of a biological body. However, as she pushed at the skin at the edge of the metal patch, she found that the muscles and bone under it were still living tissue rather than metal or robotic parts.

It was all surface-level changes then, partial, rather than full. It was meant as a way to keep someone protected, keep them from being hurt in a more dangerous situation. Fascinating, but hardly a roboticization.

That said, it was the weakest and lowest setting. She turned the pistol around, thumbing the rolling setting bar to the middle as the bear harrumphed at her.

"You admiring my arms?" he snorted. "Maybe I could drum up the interest for an experiment like you. Make you smarter for a bit."

"I am more than intelligent enough to deal with you without your 'help.'"

"Ha! You're programmed to be smart for other men. You need help to figure things out. Like shooting me in the head, heh."

"I don't really want to do that right now, yet you seem all too happy to see me do that. Are you that desperate to avoid going back to your cage, then?" Tatyana said, looking up from her weapon, fixing the flabbergasted bear with a stare. "Yes? I thought so. Now, quiet, or I will put you back and pull someone else out. And this time, I'll leave you there for a decade. Do you want to go ten years without seeing a pair of tits?"

The bear's eyes dropped, just as they always did as soon as she mentioned her breasts. He'd been a pervert when he first dropped in to invade her lab, and it was clear that he still was. She shook her head in annoyance, taking a few steps back. The next setting was a localized Roboticization, and she had a very good idea of what she wanted to effect.

She pulled her robes open, allowing her white breasts to fall out. They were big enough that they strained her shoulders slightly, her pink nipples standing out amidst the curls of a few black stripes. The bear stared at her breasts, and as ever, his cock started rising up, hardening. The humanoid shaft gradually went up in fits and bursts, his cock eventually standing up tall and proud over his furred balls.

He was saying something again, probably another complaint about how he wasn't getting to enjoy her, or how she was too stupid to figure this out without a dick up her ass. Tatyana ignored him, lowering the pistol to aim right at his dick. That got his attention, and he went stiff and still. Particularly stiff where she was aiming.

As she pulled the trigger, the laser beam came out brighter than before. Still green, but with a wider beam, making it more obvious in the bright room. She held it on target, half-expecting to have to wait to see what it did.

Instead, the bear started gasping as soon as the beam made contact.

"Oh? Do you like this?" Tatyana asked, a slight quirk at the corner of her muzzle slowly turning up in a smile. "I thought you were going to complain again."

The bear didn't answer, only huffing, his toes curling, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. She leaned her head to the side, curious what was going on, but not wanting to break the beam just yet.

His cock was changing, she could see that much, and the change was far more complete than she expected. The outside of his shaft was slowly becoming segmented in appearance, though she could tell that the segments joined together to create a smooth experience along the sides of the shaft. Right under the head, the 'skin' pushed in to fit into the next piece rather than being joined to it, and she could make out that the tip had been tweaked, becoming something where flexible bits of synth-flesh could be pulled together and adjusted to create differently-shaped cock heads.

Looking down, she saw that his balls had become more synth-flesh, cupped by a ring just under his cock to keep them in place. She could make out a few little bars along the side, probably read-outs of just how much seed was in the sack at any given time. It was surprisingly comprehensive, she had to admit.

She lowered the pistol, walking up to see it up close. There was no scent of musk to it, none of the dirty smells that usually came from biological beings. She reached down, running a claw over his sac, and he gasped as soon as she touched him.

"Is there pain?" she asked.

"No...just...sensitive..."

"How sensitive?"

"Nnnngh...more than I remember...ever being..."

That was fascinating, and definitely something worth pursuing. If the robotic parts were more sensitive than biological ones, but more durable, then that would be definitely worth having. Particularly for some of the...sessions...that she put some of the people that she hated through.

Tatyana stroked her fingers up the bulging synth-flesh, running her hand along the mechanical shaft. She found several buttons inset on the base of the shaft, and she touched the middle one. No sooner had she done it than the bear's cock jerked back inside of his body, sucked in as if it was always on the inside. She cocked her head to the side, pushed the button a second time, and watched it emerge. The bear moaned and stared at his crotch, obviously more than slightly freaked out.

Tatyana played with the buttons down there, working them up, then down, seeing what each one did. She eventually worked out that the middle button was a way to enforce chastity or indulge a clean robot look, hiding the robotic penis so that it wasn't a problem. The one on the left would run the robotic cock through a different set of sizes and proportions, with five different variations. The button on the right, however -

Whoosh, click.

The bear's humanoid shaft slipped back inside, replaced by a much larger, much wider horse cock that was less metallic and segmented and more like silicone. She blinked at the dildo-like consistency to the shaft, managing to keep herself calm as she tapped the head of it gently. It had just enough solidness to it that she knew that the shaft was mostly metallic, with a veneer of rubber and silicone to give it a shinier look.

"Fascinating."

"What...what did you..."

"Hopefully something that can be reversed." She squeezed under the head of the horse-cock, and the bear moaned. "Eventually. This must be put to use."

"Heh...I guess you really are - Nnngh!"

The bear grunted as she squeezed just under the medial ring of the mechanical cock, gasping and panting as she looked up at him. The shaft was obviously still as sensitive as a real one, she concluded. It was going to be difficult to make the partial roboticization a successful thing for any kind of combat.

That said, she had a different sort of physical interaction in mind for the moment.

The tigress slid her lab coat the rest of the way off, allowing her curves to come into the open. She stretched her arms over her head as she stood up, placing the gun on her coat as she looked at the big fake dick that pointed at her. She stroked her fingers down along the side, then back up towards the tip, making sure to take her time to get the whole thing measured between her fingers.

It was certainly anatomically correct in size and shape, she found, and it would be quite a thing to take...but she had taken bigger, if not by much.

Tatyana allowed herself a smile as she slid back down, looking away from the bear as she leaned her ass back towards him. His cock throbbed, the flared head rubbing between her ass cheeks towards her well-trained pucker. The enemy captive panted softly, the bear's eyes dropping down to her ass hole.

He knew what he was getting, and this time, he was smart enough not to make a comment.

She reached back, gripping the head of his silicone, synth-flesh, metal dick, and slowly guided the wide thing into her ass...

The experience lasted for an hour, and at the end of it, she had him sent back to his cell by the various robots that she had around. He had done well enough for her tastes, though she would have liked someone that could be trusted to move around a bit. She had forgotten how a proper robotic piece of 'equipment' felt in her body when she was the one in control, rather than...

Tatyana shook her head, not letting that thought have a chance to build or blossom. Instead, she watched the panel shut behind the bear, and then leaned back against a nearby wall, rubbing her forehead. Her fur was mussed, her asshole felt loose - again - and her pussy was wet but untouched. The tigress had had a good time of that.

She had also had time to think, as her excitement always gave her, and she knew what she wanted to do with the Roboticization gun. Now that she'd proven on the bear that it could be reversed, she wanted to try a few naughty things for herself. A few naughty things, and...maybe...if she could bring herself to handle it, something that was a bit more serious.

You need it, she thought. If nothing else, a digital brain will allow you greater sorting capacity for figuring out what to do next.

Growling slightly to herself, the tigress shook her head and walked over to the pistol. She kept her lab coat off, set to the side so that she could focus on herself. She didn't plan to do a full Roboticization of herself, as that would be a bit difficult, but she did want to try a couple of small changes, if only to see what it felt like.

Handing the pistol to one of her spider-bots, she held out her arms and legs.

"Lab, initiate restraint system, suspension. Camera directed at crotch, legs, feet, face, back. Present feed on ceiling panels. Execute."

Various mechanical limbs reached down, seizing her by the waist and supporting her back. She was lifted up as if she was on an invisible chair, with other mechanical arms squeezing down on her ankles and wrists, pulling her arms and legs into a spread-eagle position. Others supported her legs and arms, pressing against her neck to support her head, and others were rubbing at the base of her tail to help her relax.

The tigress took a deep breath as the spider-bots aimed the Roboticization pistol between her legs, and a series of different camera angles appeared on the ceiling as she waited. She looked at the one that was aimed right at her rump, at the pucker that was still stretched back there. Tatyana took one more breath, held it, and then hissed it out.

"Begin experiment, anal variant. Execute."

The buzzing of the partial Roboticization setting was loud, but it was the feeling of the laser hitting her hole that really set Tatyana off. Her eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open as she felt the electrical tingles of it running through her rim, and then into her insides. Her toes curled, her pussy immediately starting to clench on nothing, and her hips wiggled slightly before the restraints tightened further to keep her from taking the beam off-target.

It hit her hard enough that she was almost halfway to another orgasm in a few short seconds, and she had to close her eyes to contain the pleasure. The recording continued as her asshole started to tighten from the blast, and she felt something very different, almost like there was a different set of controls for herself after that.

The beam stopped, and she huffed and puffed from the intense feeling. She looked at the ceiling, commanding a playback in slow motion of the transformation, filtering out green light.

The view was pretty impressive. She watched as her gaping asshole was first healed by the light, pulled back to a normal, standard tightness for a person's anus. Maybe slightly tighter than average. She noted that it had a healing factor to it, and knew that Ellyra would love knowing that this could be used for basic triage. That would definitely get the robocorn happy.

Then it started to change, her flesh turning to synth-flesh, but not before she saw the metal rings and stretchy rubber layers connecting to each other from the insides of her hole. The Roboticization beam had endowed her ass with a sex-toy interior, allowing those that put their cocks inside to be squeezed as if by a fleshlight, rather than by a normal hole.

Hmmm...

She would have to test out how that felt later. She watched as the synth-flesh spread across her pucker, and then further up, making her hole more obvious as a darkened, artificial orifice rather than a natural pink thing. It looked vaguely rubbery with a more mechanical, machine-like part towards the middle of her room, and she knew that it was meant to entice people as well as serve a function.

And likely removed or redirected or refined a portion of my digestive system to make this possible, she thought, shaking her head. Really need to talk to her about that.

But it was still quite fascinating. It was clear that the beam had the capacity to heal someone up as well as transform them, and the fact that it had done as much as it had to her asshole told her that it was going to be quite effective in certain other things. From how it felt, she had full control of her inner walls, and perhaps lost the need to eliminate waste. If that was the case, this pistol might actually be capable of organ replacement.

Quite advanced, but she still had something else to try.

Do it. If you do it properly, then you can have fun afterwards, and you won't be so distracted.

She sighed.

"Begin experiment...brain variant. Execute."

Tatyana gasped as her head was covered in the green light, biting her lips afterward as she felt the metal and synth-flesh running through her skull. It went all the way down to her brain -

Then darkness.

Tatyana was aware, but not able to function. She felt like she should panic, but she did not. It was an awareness of potential, nothing more, nothing less. She could not entirely think, either, merely be aware. When she tried, it was like the first step hadn't been crossed. Awareness solved that.

Boot Operating System. Execute, she thought. There was a hum in the back of her head, followed by a slight pause.

**Please specify operating system.

Tatyana.os.

Please specify patch number.**

If she had been emotional, she would have been surprised. As it was, she found it quite interesting that there was the possibility to boot her brain into being at a previous state. The idea of going back to a previous version of herself to see the comparisons directly was tempting, but not suitable for the moment. Particularly if she went too far back.

As she demanded a list of the patch numbers, her 'vision', as it was, filled with a list that stretched on and on and on. There were places where her 'operating system' had been patched within seconds of each other, each new experience, each new command, each new bit of abuse through her time in this mountain having its own mark, its own way of changing the way that she thought about things.

The Roboticization was useful. It kept her from feeling anything about that besides mild fascination, and the filing of a thought away to look into that later, to see what could be done about that.

**Boot Tatyana.os, patch #101.2201.

Booting.

Booted.**

The tigress opened her eyes, seeing through a perfect imitation of her previous vision, save for the fact that there was an awareness that she could shift from one type of vision to another. She could look through infra-red, through ultraviolet, through just about any spectrum that one cared to name.

In addition, she felt the details coming through in a way that a human mind never was. Tatyana blinked, not in need, but in habit as she realized that she was taking in the information in a conscious way, not merely glazing over things, but actually acknowledging that they were there. The different panels in the wall, counted. The camera angles, calculated. The actual measurement of the distance between the two sides of her hole, obtained. The proper size cock to fill her asshole -

Tatyana smiled. It was all happening in the background, and yet, she was still conscious of it, still aware of what her subconscious was doing. There were no hidden processes in her head, and that included the negative routines that were trying to crop up.

She tilted her head to the side as she observed them, a task manager popping up. The processes regarding buried memories, anxiety, annoyance, anger, and other such things were taking up an awfully high amount of mental RAM, she realized, and accomplishing very little. The robo-tigress cocked her head to the other side with a slight whir, putting a note in the priority list to see why she sounded more primitive in machinery than the bear did. As that was filed, too, she focused on the negative processes.

Others might have been tempted to eliminate them, and that might have been one logical decision. However, she was aware that, regardless of her mechanical and digital make-up, such a thing was not possible. They were too much part of the core operating system, and to get rid of them would mean that she'd open up crucial holes in the current OS. She'd have to go back quite a number of patches to be in a place where the OS could maintain itself without those chunks that had become part of it. That was not a place she wanted to return to, either, without all that she had gained from her years patching herself up.

So, instead, she set out finding how to streamline them. If they must stay, then they would have a purpose, and they would be coded properly so that they did not overuse their fair share of resources.

The End

Summary: Tatyana receives a Roboticization gun from Ellyra, and starts testing it out on her prisoners, and herself.

Tags: M/F, anal, transformation, roboticization, roboticized, robot TF, self-exploration, bondage, mecha-cock, mecha cock, dildo, horse cock, tigress, bear, robots, gaping, transformation, Tatyana,