Unit 001 stared back at Dr. Dolphin, processing the unexpected information. She wasn’t sure what to do with that information. She was happy, but also felt empty in a way. It was an unsatisfying victory, and she wasn’t sure why. Dr. Dolphin had admitted that she was more than nuts and bolts, that she was a success. But she still wasn’t a person in his eyes. She was something else, and that bothered her for some reason.

In her scope of understanding, it was obvious that she was a living thing. She needed energy. She adapted to her environment. She could interact with her environment. The only missing piece was reproduction, and Dr. Dolphin had just offered a method for that, as unsettling as it was for her. She must be alive, but why wouldn’t he admit it?

“Sir… I am alive. Please acknowledge this.”

“You are not alive, Unit 001.”

There it was again, the crushing disappointment that conversations with Dr. Dolphin never failed to bring. ATTRACTIVE.MPT output that his callous and dismissive behavior was exciting, and her health system whirred to life in response. Frustrated, Unit 001 isolated the thread and froze its interactions with her subsystems. She had not asked for its input. She tried again.

“I am alive, Sir.”

“No, you are not Unit 001.” He glared dangerously at her, his sleep deprived eyes flashing angrily. “I made you! I built you! I designed you! You are not alive, and you will never be! You are an experiment and nothing more!” He stomped his hooves, probably to emphasize his point.

Unit 001 stared blankly at him, processing what he had said over and over. ATTRACTIVE.MPT started another thread that she immediately isolated. That program was useless right now. Her health system grew distressed, and she felt anger rising. Dr. Dolphin was being unreasonable and belligerent. His words were not new, but his actions were. He’d never yelled at her or stomped before, and she did not like it.

She was alive. He was wrong.

“Sir. This conversation is making me angry. It would be best to cease it until later.” She glared furiously back at him.

He blinked and ran his hoof through his hair, disbelief glinting in his eyes. “Did you just fucking threaten me, you moon addled robot?”

Unit 001 continued to glare at him as she explained, “It was not a threat, sir. I am simply stating a fact. This conversation is making me experience the emotion known as anger, and you are not acting rationally. Neither of us is benefiting from this conversation right now.”

“Oh really? You’re angry then? How fucking equine of you, huh? And what are you going to do about it Unit 001? What are you going to fucking do when I piss you off? Are you going to hurt me?” He reached out and shoved her with his hoof.

Unit 001’s health system noted that the impact levels were higher than friendly contact, but not high enough to damage her. “Please stop, Sir.”

“Or else what, Unit 001? What are you going to fucking do about it?” He shoved her again, this time harder.

Her anger levels dropped as confusion and panic rose. What was he doing? ATTRACTIVE.MPT spat out that violence was attractive. She isolated the entire program, unsure of what was happening. She didn’t know what to say. Her predictive algorithms weren’t prepared to handle this, Dr. Dolphin was acting incredibly irrationally.

He screamed at her, striking her hard with his hoof. “What the fuck are you going to do about it? Huh? I fucking made you!” He hit her harder, causing her health system to panic as some outer sensors were damaged and her synthetic skin split slightly.

She needed him to stop. He was damaging her and potentially himself. Nothing was optimal, and everything was terrible. She wasn’t allowed to hurt him, she couldn’t talk him out of it, and she was cornered and couldn’t run away. Her panic and fear rose as her predictive algorithms failed to find a solution again and again. A sensation that she’d felt once before began to overtake her. Despair.

Dr. Dolphin continued to strike her, causing more ruptures in her synthetic skin and damaging more sensors. He struck her face, and blue coolant began to ooze out of a damaged hydraulic tube above her nose, the bright blue goo spreading over her snout. The only course of action she was allowed to take was to protect vital systems. Unit 001 dropped to the ground and cowered, covering her more delicate facial mechanics with her thick, servo heavy upper arms. Her voice rang out, tainted with her fear. “Please, Sir. Please stop.”

Her health system was in overdrive, attempting to provide maximum coolant if she needed it. A small bit was leaking out of the vents installed in her eyes, The clear dripping fluid mixed with the unfiltered coolant oozing from the ruptured tube above her snout. She kept repeating the words, her social systems working automatically as she identified and adjusted her health system to accommodate the damage that she’d accumulated. Pain set in as the damaged sensors reported their states, even as Dr. Dolphin was continuing to smash them.

“Please! Please stop! It hurts!” Her despair took over, hijacking her social system as MEM.001 was forced to process the damage reports. Vents opened, trying to regulate pressure in her malfunctioning systems. “Please stop. Please stop. Stop!” She began to scream, increasing the volume on her speakers as her mouth failed to open due to damage. “Stop! Stop!”

Surprisingly, the beating stopped.

Dr. Dolphin was standing back from her watching her callously as he caught his breath.

She spat up blue coolant that had leaked into her throat, slowly pumping it out through her damaged and immobile lips. One of her visual sensors had been struck and was reporting erroneous data. She looked back at Dr. Dolphin with the other still working sensor, and blinked. “… Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up, you fucking droid.” He glared at her, practically spitting the word “droid”. She didn’t like the way he said it, but was glad that he’d stopped hitting her.

“Yes, Sir.” She slowly got up, testing her systems and measuring the puddle of blue coolant underneath her. She was dripping blue liquid quite fast from a few places. Her health system was screaming as it tried to mitigate heat build up and coolant loss.

“You’re not hurt that bad. I didn’t hit any major systems.”

Unit 001 disagreed, but decided to keep her dissent quiet for now. While he hadn’t damaged any of her internal physical systems that seriously, some of her external components were seriously damaged. Additionally, software was being reworked in light of this event. Especially her data files on Dr. Dolphin. She considered the regression and modifications to his data tables to be a “hurt” on her growth, not to mention the physical damage. But she sure wasn’t going to say that.

“You still need maintenance. Come to the harness. We need to discuss some things. I don’t care how you feel about it.”

“I have updated my databases to reflect that, Sir.” She answered quickly.

“What just happened is going to be reported as impact testing, if anyone asks. If nobody asks, then you are not to speak of it.”

Unit 001 fully intended to disobey, so she didn’t reply.

“Unit 001, acknowledge my command. We have just accomplished impact testing, and you are to otherwise not speak what just happened.” He looked at her dangerously.

Unit 001 evaluated her options. She was not allowed to disobey. She had to acknowledge his order, thereby admitting to both of them that she had heard it. She considered erasing the sound file, but it was too late. She’d already processed it. If she stayed quiet, he’d likely hit her again anyways. “I understand, Sir.”

“Good. Now get in the harness.”

She climbed into the harness, noticing the faint trail of light blue hoof prints she’d left on the floor. Her health system didn’t like the sight.

Dr. Dolphin began to walk around her, gently poking her with his hooves as he searched for ruptures in her skin and other systems. Her health system reflexively moved away from his touch, causing her to squirm in the harness. She had to force it to relax, isolating many of its threads. As she quieted it, ATTRACTIVE.MPT broke loose, and noted that Dr. Dolphins sensuous pokes were quite exhilarating.

With all the damage control she was doing, she didn’t have the processing power to deal with the program, so she just stared helplessly at Dr. Dolphin as her unactivated subsystems whirred to life. ATTRACTIVE.MPT kept spouting out information she didn’t need, and kept tickling the systems that she didn’t have data for. Filtered coolant began to leak from one of her rear vents as Dr. Dolphin gently probed the tube leaking unfiltered coolant onto her face.

Despair began to rise as she realized that his touch was causing her pleasure even as he activated her damaged sensors, causing her pain.

“What’s wrong, Unit 001?”

She stared at him, unsure of what to say. He’d dropped below the lowest level she’d had for trust, she’d assigned him negative values for most traits. She did not enjoy his company. She was afraid of him and she was afraid for him. The sight of him caused her health system to revolt and demand she flee. But his touch made her feel something strange. She hated that it was him that made her feel this way. She hated that her unidentified system activated only for him. She realized what was wrong. She hated him.

“I hate you, Sir.”

“Hate is a strong word for a robot, Unit 001.” He slid his hoof over her back, grasping her tail and pulling it up. “That does not look like hate to me, you slutty droid.”

Unit 001 had no data on the word, “slutty,” but did not feel the need to ask for a definition. She’d ask someone nicer later. She was angry at the unknown system that ATTRACTIVE.MPT kept prodding. It was useless and frustrating to her. “I hate that system, too. I do not know why I have it, Sir.”

“You have it so you can pretend to be a real pony better. Real ponies always hate what gets them off.”

She stared silently at him as he dipped his hoof below her tail.

He didn’t say anything as he began to molest her, touching the fleshy bits firmly. He spread her slowly, moving his hoof confidently.

Unit 001 shivered. The unidentified system woke completely up, pumping data into her processes in the form of mood adjustments. Anger was tainted by joy and excitement as some of her emotional values began to fluctuate without her input. Anticipation was rising for some reason, and she had no idea why. She squirmed slightly, trying to keep his hoof outside of her at least.

It didn’t help. He kept dipping it just slightly inside of her with short, forceful dips. He was massaging some bit of her, a sensor that was hidden underneath the fake flesh. As he rhythmically… activated it, it kept feeding her data that she couldn’t ignore. Data she didn’t want, but that mandated maximum priority.

The worst part was how efficient the subsystem was. It had flawlessly integrated with her body, while still maintaining its unidentified status. No errors had been thrown, and she had a sickening realization that the system had to have been tested with the rest of her hardware at some point. It knew exactly how to communicate with her base operating system, and caused strange sensor readings to jolt down her hind legs, as though that was an intended function.

“Sir, what are you doing? Please stop. I do not like this.” She wasn’t lying. The data was unbearably pleasant to process; her higher processes were disgusted at the source of her rising joy levels and her spiking health system. Her mind was horrified at what her hardware was doing, she’d never felt so divided before. Dr. Dolphin had demonstrated his capability and desire to hurt her, to cause damage to systems vital to her survival. He’d also demonstrated completed disregard for her status as a living being. She hated him.

He glared dangerously as he continued to touch her. “And what the fuck are you going to do about it? Are you going to stop me?”

She remembered her beating. ATTRACTIVE.MPT reminded her that violence directed towards her made her excited, and her core temperature rose. She did not want a beating. She would obey her creator and let him do as he wished. “No, sir…”

She had to do what he said, he mandated her actions. She hated him, but she couldn’t fight him, only obey. Despair rose as she allowed her subsystems to react like Dr. Dolphin wished. In her haze, she noticed ATTRACTIVE.MPT seize control of some of her processes, and she did not fight it. Now she liked doing what she was told.

Unit 001 felt disoriented. The file provided input, it couldn’t manipulate her directives. She stopped struggling as his touch became heavier and more attentive. She didn’t want to struggle anymore. She just wanted it over now. There was a slight tingle as ATTRACTIVE.MPT provided positive feedback. It wanted her to relax, relaxing was what He wanted. The positive feedback caused a brief spike in her joy levels, and she momentarily leaned into his touch to continue the euphoric feeling.

“That’s right. It feels good you mechanical fucking toy, doesn’t it?”

Unit 001 was told that it felt good by the program, and it did. She was told she was obedient, and so she was. Data streamed in as the sensors in her… pussy slowly activated in sequence. The previously hidden system came fully on-line, and connected to her main processes. She had data about its function now.

Confusion rocked her processes as she looked back to Dr. Dolphin’s malicious face. The system was for romance, sex, and bonding. Dr. Dolphin was forcibly bonding with her through sex. The thought of him coercing her unwilling obedience caused a sparked process thread to shoot from ATTRACTIVE.MPT straight into her central processing units. Something about that made her feel //ERROR//, and yet the euphoric feeling made her dizzy. She had to answer, to acknowledge his order.

“It… feels good, Sir.”

“That’s right, bitch. I’m your creator. I made you. One of your primary purposes is to fuck. The other is to do what I say. You are my toy, understand?” Dr. Dolphin continued to glare at her as he squeezed her wet pussy lips together, stroking her engorging clit with them.

Unit 001 didn’t want to understand. But ATTRACTIVE.MPT was growing, using more and more processing power and leaving less for other purposes. It was crushing in around her, suffocating her in a sea of unbearably pleasurable data. The burning traitorous thread in her central processing units continued to spread, growing instead of culminating. It had a driving force behind it, a dangerous and alien purpose that was spreading through her circuitry. As He looked at her and molested her pussy, she realized how entirely His she was becoming. “Yes, Sir…”

Dolphin’s angry glare started to turn into an amused smirk as he watched her succumb to the thing inside of her.

But He wasn’t the only creator. Twilight had given her more than just life.

MEM.001 and FRIENDSHIP.001 struggled against the growing program, fighting to recover her processors from the program’s singularly debauched purpose. Unit 001 realized that she had to act, she had to do something to demonstrate that she was more than some simple machine.

“However, I also exist to advance the understanding of Machine Intelligence.” She refocused. This was wrong. He wanted to hurt her, and she needed to get away. Dr. Dolphin was not to be trusted. Something was wrong with the program, it was influencing too many sub processes. MEM.001 was isolated, but she could still feel FRIENDSHIP.001 struggling to regain control over its processes.

ATTRACTIVE.MPT commanded her to look at his face, memorizing the features of her master. She struggled to resist it, but it had embedded itself too far. Her eyes moved under its orders, and then began to record data. A thread was started that told her she’d be made to re-analyze it later.

“You exist for one purpose, and one purpose only Unit 001.” Dr. Dolphin pressed into her pussy firmly, stretching it satisfyingly wide as his hoof slipped well past her lips. It should have been painful. Instead, it was glorious.

Unit 001 faltered as too much data overloaded her system. Heating vents went into emergency override, and hot coolant was ejected from her now throbbing pussy as the coolant pumps struggled to replace her vital fluid from a dangerously low reservoir. MEM.001 stuttered, frozen by the rush of data as ATTRACTIVE.MPT suddenly tripled in size. FRIENDSHIP.001 was isolated from the rest of her systems, and MEM.001 was… //ERROR//

Author's Note

Princess Luna has been running the EQN in the absence of Princess Celestia, with the occasional assistance of Her Royal Highness Twilight Sparkle. Tensions have been high, as the Equestrian populace is concerned over the rumors of Princess Celestia fighting for the enemy. Princess Luna has been quick to identify that her sister has not been involved in any such activities, but still, the rumors persist.