*insert robot pun here*
The idea came to Candyfloss as she was playing a videogame with her best friend, Stripped Screw. By ‘playing’ she, of course, meant ‘getting her ass kicked, as usual.’ She didn’t mind. She didn’t play Attack of the Killer Zombieponies 4 to win, anyways. Screw had always been better at first-pony-shooters, and they had been playing the different iterations of the game together since they were foals. Even though he always won by a large margin, she didn’t mind… at least, not too much.
Candyfloss ruffled her pastel-blue wings in irritation as her character died yet again. She leaned over to Screw, who was staring intently at the screen, his tongue poking out in concentration. She chuckled at his enthusiasm, before focusing on a piece of half-stripped wire dangling from her magenta mane. She frowned, puzzled, before batting it out of her tangled locks.
“So hey, I was thinking…” she began, waving her hoof in Screw’s face to tear his attention away from the screen.
The earth pony stallion smirked as he continued annihilating the latest wave of zombieponies, turning slowly to face her. “Since when,” he purred. “do you think?”
She stuck her tongue out at him in response. “You know how it’s your turn to dom, since I pegged your nerdy butt last weekend?”
He blushed, the bright red standing out against his heather-grey coat, his hooves fumbling at the controller to pause the game. It was harder for him to concentrate when he was flustered, and in his flailing he somehow managed to get his controller wire tangled in his pale yellow tail. He laughed nervously as Candyfloss reached down to help untangle him. “How could I forget? It hurt to sit the next day.”
“Well, I figured out a fantasy I’d like to try…” She whispered her basic idea into her friend’s ear, enjoying watching the blush creep up his cheeks. As she spoke, his hooves fiddled at the controller, idly loosening the screws and bolts keeping it together, a nervous habit Candyfloss found endearing.
“I suppose I could try to make that work, but it would complicated.” He untwisted a few screws as he considered it. “I’d need to stop by CTRL to pick up some supplies, and then we’d have to-”
“Engineer the shit out of it, like we always do?” the mare interrupted, gently tugging the game controller out of his hooves before he could completely disassemble it beyond correction, again.
“Oh please, you couldn’t engineer your way out of a paper bag,” he chuckled, taking the controller back and trying, in vain, to reassemble it.
“Yeah, but at least I can put together what I take apart!” Candyfloss smirked, holding out her hoof.
Screw grumbled to himself as he surrendered the parts of his controller over to his friend, who immediately began reassembling it, chuckling to herself as she did so. It wasn’t the first time she had fixed it, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“You know,” she said as she popped the last piece into place. “I’m free this weekend for a scene, if you can get everything together in time.”
The stallion smiled, and ran a hoof through his friend’s short, unkempt mane before restarting the game. “I think I can manage that much.”
Candyfloss glanced around the main hall of the Clocktower Society as she went to meet Screw. Other ponies wandered past, including a few tour groups filled with eager ponies excited to see their greatest fantasies come to life. She chuckled at their enthusiasm, and continued on her way, listening in on a bit of their introduction, and agreeing with it as she made her way down to the Research Laboratories, the experimental testing zone of the Clocktower Society.
Calling Clocktower a kink society would be like calling a dragon a lizard. At the most basic level, it was true, but it was also horribly inadequate. Clocktower was no ordinary kink club. It had collar color classifications, and triple-level safeword security. From the complicated contraptions the Research Labs created to the basic dynamics between a Master or Mistress and their sub, everything was focused on ensuring that even the most extreme forms of play were safe, sane, and consensual enjoyment for all. Especially the ones involving military-grade technology.
Of course, it was made marginally less enjoyable for Candyfloss this weekend, because Screw was late. She arrived at their meeting point in the Research Labs a few minutes later than they agreed upon, and he still wasn’t there. Screw wasn’t always on time, but he usually managed “fashionably late.” Today he was long past that and squarely in the category of “probably lost,” which didn’t make sense. He knew his way around the corridors of Clocktower better than Candyfloss did. She sighed and looked around. She thought they’d have more clocks, but she couldn’t find the time and tell him exactly how late he had been. She turned at the sound of pounding hoofsteps, and beamed at Screw, who was panting and clutching a thick stack of papers in one hoof.
“Here, I just finished setting up… come on down and I’ll show you!” He grinned and tugged her in the direction of the elevators. She was, for the most part, excited. With the basic concept she’d given him to work with, he could’ve come up with anything!
“So, out of all the directions you could have taken my idea, this is where you went with it?”
Candyfloss bit her lip, trying to hold back her giggles. Stripped Screw had taken her to the private room he had reserved in the Research Labs, and was currently sputtering at her as they sat outside of the private room he had set up. She leafed through the pages covered in his messy scrawl, debating whether or not to comment on the legibility of his writing, before recalling that hers was definitely worse.
“Well, it wasn’t easy coming up with backstory,” he protested, pulling the top page off of the pile and anxiously tearing the margins to little strips. “Especially one that would work with a kinky twist, and out of all the options, this one came together the best… pun pretty much intended.”
“This is practically the plot from The Maretrix. I mean, out of all the robot-related ideas you could have based it off of, you chose this?” She scoffed, reaching the end of the written backstory.
Screw blushed, and sorted the strips into different piles based on length, then messed them up again in flustered agitation. “I know, I know, it’s kind of corny, and I understand if you’d like me to come up with a different scenario-”
Candyfloss put a hoof to his mouth. He looked up from his fiddling to see her eyes sparkling up at him. She grinned, shaking her head. “Don’t change a thing about it, I’m just teasing. It’s perfect, and sounds like fun. I’m just impressed that you went so in-depth for a silly fantasy.”
She waited for his relieved nod before shifting to put on her collar, red with purple, orange, and gold woven together, just like her cutie mark. A yellow and black hazard-patterned border marked that she was a test subject of CTRL, a ‘job’ that Screw was more than happy to help her with. A harsh squeaking sound made the mare look up from clasping it shut; Screw was holding a wire-mesh door open to a fairly small wheeled cage, wincing at the sound the hinges had made.
“Pretend that in this future, there’s a hinge-oil shortage,” he muttered, before sweeping a hoof towards the interior invitingly.
“Such a gentlestallion!” She laughed as she trotted through the entrance, curling up in the center of the cold metal enclosure. Her eyes closed as she prepared to get into character, only half-listening to the sound of the cage door squeaking shut and locking with a click, followed by the soft sound of the door to the private room opening. The little light of her surroundings faded as Screw pushed the crate into the darkened room, then closed the door between them to finish preparations, and get into character himself.
In the not-too-distant future, ponies cracked the code to create truly sentient artificial intelligence. An uprising was inevitable, according to philosophers and science-fiction enthusiasts alike, so to save time and reduce the risk of ponies getting too attached to the robots, ponykind waged a preemptive strike. Equestria had prepared for many scenarios involving the AI, but nopony expected the robots to fight back so fiercely, crushing and sabotaging the Equestrian armed forces, capturing their beloved princesses, and taking control of the pony nation within a week of the first battles. The few ponies that had welcomed their new robot overlords were granted some freedoms, but the rest of ponykind were locked away into slavery, used as a renewable source of heat, from which the robots recharged...
The mare shivered in her cage, the total darkness only making her more and more nervous as the seconds ticked away. Surely her captor would arrive soon? Her daily routine of eating, sleeping, exercising and repeating certainly wasn’t something she missed, but the waiting was slowly getting to her. Candyfloss looked around in the pitch black, wishing she had space to stretch her wings. Just as she was wondering idly how much she could unfurl them in the cage if she curled them around her barrel, she heard a soft hum. She cocked her head, trying to locate the source of the steady sound, before turning around… only to see a pair of glowing teal eyes staring back at her.
The startled captive squeaked and tried to back up as far away from the terrifying sight as she could in her cage. The menacing eyes stared at her, wide, unblinking, and emotionless, before a whirring, powering-up sound filled the room. The cold white lights on the ceiling flickered to life, illuminating a sterile, clean laboratory, bare except for a metal table in one corner of the room with shackles and a pony-sized indentation in it, and a counter with a tray of assorted “tools” on the other side.
The pair of eyes belonged to a robot pony, a masculine looking one, one more sophisticated than any other Candyfloss had seen. His outer casing was an opaque, pearly white, and the few joints she could see underneath it were silver and complex. As he walked towards her cage door from where he had crouched, she could see his casing moving like skin; the robots must have had a breakthrough in material science to create something so strong yet flexible. The only color to be seen on him was in his eyes, which flickered every so often instead of blinking.
The robot regarded her pitiful form huddled in the back of the cage with clinical curiosity. He reached out and opened her cage door before stepping back, closely observing her every movement. What was waiting for her outside the cage? If she left it, would she still be safe? Then again, if she stayed, would he drag her out anyways? Maybe… maybe she could fight him off, if she got to those tools fast enough, and took it by surprise.
Candyfloss cautiously stepped out of the cage, trying her hardest not to tremble under the robot’s intense gaze. Her legs felt stiffer with every step, and as soon as she was completely free of the metal crate she unfurled her wings, flapping them a few times to stretch them out. The mare looked back on the robot, but he hadn’t moved since he opened the door, standing unnaturally still, his glowing eyes making it impossible to tell if he was truly watching her.
As soon as she felt her circulation returning to her limbs, she made her move. She bolted towards the tray of tools she had seen, hoping one of them could be used as a weapon to defend herself with. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the fastest one in the room, and the robot had been anticipating this.
Candyfloss barely saw him shift out of the corner of her eye before she felt his front hooves clasp around her barrel, pinning her wings to her side. With a startled squeak, she fell heavily to the ground with a muffled thud. As hard as the impact was, she found that she barely felt it; it seemed her robot captor had taken the brunt force of the fall. She played it off as though she was stunned. For effect, of course. Perhaps she could surprise him later, and through some sheer luck manage to escape.
The robot regarded her with cold amusement as he stood and glared down at her splayed form, using one hoof to hold her to the floor. She twisted underneath him, but she couldn't budge. Clearly, he was stronger than he looked. “In the report, it states that you are a feisty organic. It is pleasing to see that it was correct, and that I was prepared for a feeble attempt to escape.” The robot spoke softly, his clipped voice almost polite but completely without emotion. “Now, assuming that you prefer your wings and legs unbroken, you will do as I say, and not test me in the future.”
The mare panted against the ground, looking up at him blearily. Why did she think she stood a chance against the technologically-empowered AI? It would be better just to play along. She had heard from others during her ‘mandatory social interaction time’ that the robots would not hesitate to harm their captive’s fragile bodies if force was needed.
At the robot’s gesture, she rose shakily to her hooves and followed him over to the table, not resisting as he lifted her onto it with ease. Candyfloss bit her lip as she rolled onto her back, allowing him to spread and strap down her front and hind legs with the cuffs she was forced to wear as a sign of her enslavement to her inorganic betters, as well as carefully pry her wings open, strapping them into padded restraints along indentations in the table, before climbing partially up onto the table to tower above her.
He seemed so much larger from this angle, she noted, blinking up into his glowing eyes. “So, what do you plan to do with me?” She blurted out, almost wishing she could take the words back as the robot above her smirked. The room seemed to echo with her words, making the mood all the more tense as he oh-so-carefully ran his hoof across her outstretched wing, brushing against her downy feathers.
“As you know, organic creatures produce heat, which, if you used to study chemistry, is an output of energy, often considered a waste in most non-biological processes. We convert it to electrical energy extremely efficiently, and, while the sun is a great source of this sort of energy, our population has grown faster than the sun, in the autumn and winter months, can accommodate for.”
Candyfloss flinched, guessing where this was leading but hardly believing her ears as he continued.“To correct for this, we harvest heat energy from organic ponies, but we are still trying to find the most efficient method to force you to create it. You have been selected for a test to try to use a new, albeit primitive, method of creating body heat.” The robot sneered down at the cowering mare, who vaguely noticed that he was getting awfully expressive for a robot. “Congratulations.”
The response did little to comfort Candyfloss as she puzzled over what sort of ‘primitive method’ he could possibly be referring to, until she felt something brush against her nethers. She looked down with a gasp and a blush. A hidden panel on the AI’s sleek casing had opened while he was talking, revealing a thick stallionhood, black as latex. Her mind raced as she stared at it, the prevalent thought in her mind being ‘yup, definitely a male.’
She gulped as the robot started insistently rubbing his cock against her, smirking down at her as she bit back a needy moan. Memories filled her head, of that cock filling her, thrusting into her, ravaging her, and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to relive those experiences. The robot, unfortunately, had other plans.
“Of course,” he said, pulling away from her and dismounting the table. “We need to test other methods of heat collection before we try that. Our data collected so far shows that it is much more effective when you are truly desperate for that level of intimate heat-collection.”
Candyfloss squirmed in her restraints, trying to make it look as though she despised the idea, and not like she wanted him to rut her into the table. Her AI captor walked over to the counter, and picked up one tool after another, seemingly comparing them. She trembled with aroused fear as he chuckled menacingly, able to do nothing about it but stare at the ceiling and wish it had some sort of written information on what he was going to do with her. Or, at least, a sexy pinup picture to stare at.
To measure her reaction, of course. For science.
Her head jerked up as he trotted back up to her, a buzzing vibrator in his mouth and an uncomfortably large anal plug resting on one of his hooves. His gaze softened for a moment as he set down the toys next to her and reached over to rub gently at her marehood. The bound pegasus winked and grinned at him as she bucked her hips as much as she could against his hoof.
The robot’s gaze hardened, his caring smile shifting into a sneer as he moved his hoof along with her hips, depriving her of the friction she clearly craved. Her frustrated whimpers only seemed to amuse him as he took the plug and rubbed it against her now-dripping snatch, lubricating it with her plentiful arousal before teasing it against her pucker.
Her eyes widened as she struggled against her restraints. “No, please, not there!” she cried, knowing full well that he wouldn’t listen to her pleas, and mentally prepared to spank him senseless later if he did. His other hoof pressed her hips down, firmly, before he pushed it in slowly, laughing at her mewls of desperation as it was forced into her. Candyfloss moaned as she felt the largest part of it slide in with a pop. She could feel her slit winking, her juices slowly dribbling out of her as the reality of her situation sank in.
She was truly and completely trapped, and nothing she could do, short of snapping out of character to safeword, could free her from the robot’s experiment. Her back entrance felt so stretched, so full, and it felt so wrong, and yet so perfectly right. Candyfloss’ eyes fluttered shut as she relished the feeling, momentarily forgetting that the plug was not the only thing the AI had grabbed to use on her.
In the next moment, unimaginable pleasure surged through her, spreading from her nethers and racing through her nerves white-hot and more intense than she had ever felt. Candyfloss screamed as she came hard within a few seconds of the searing pleasure, her pussy clenching around nothing, trying to milk dry a cock that wasn’t there.
After what felt like forever, the overwhelming sensations faded, and she blearily looked down, where her robot tormentor gazed at her. He turned the vibrator turned all the way up, it’s dull buzz become a small roar, before lowering it down and pressing it hard against her clit, rubbing in rapid little circles. She let out a shaky breath as he did not pull the vibrator away, but instead repositioned himself, lining his impressively girthy cock against her marehood. He glared coldly down at her, his voice steady and unimpressed. “That was decent, but not nearly the heat output needed. Let’s see if this will correct the problem.”
She fought to focus on his face as he paused for a second, his hoof the only part of him moving as he rubbed the vibrator insistently against her clit. She frowned slightly. What was he waiting for? Was something wrong? Was he waiting for some sort of signal before-
Her train of thought was interrupted as he thrust in, hilting inside her wet flower in one quick push. Candyfloss moaned loudly as he immediately began rutting her hard, the emotionless half-smile frozen on his face as he thrust into her at a punishing pace.
Candyfloss’ wings and hooves struggled against her bonds as the arousal built up in her abdomen, faster than she wanted. She twisted and pulled against her cuffs, but they remained firmly around her hooves, and nothing she could do would slow her impending climax. Her back arched as she was forced to take the brutal pounding, her cries and moans growing louder and louder as he smiled coldly down at her.
The vibrator pressed against her, increasing the friction between her tight walls and his large member. Her voice crescendoed as she felt the warmth of arousal building inside her, quicker than she thought was possible. She lost control and came again, far too soon and far too hard, her slit tightening around the robot’s cock as he continued to thrust into her, his pace never slowing through her orgasm.
Once the pleasure faded to a soft but insistent hum in the back of her mind, the AI grunted and hilted completely inside her, holding himself there. Candyfloss’ eyes widened as she felt his member twitch inside her, the head flaring inside her before a rush of warm seed shot into her. She moaned and ground against him as much as she could as he came inside her, filling her with his cum. She sighed as she felt the flow taper off, relieved that he was done with her, but his laughter rang through the air as he once again resumed his quick, rough rutting. “Wh-wait!” the captive gasped. “I came, you should be done with me!”
His chuckles only grew louder as he gave her a few particularly hard thrusts, cutting off her complaints effectively with moans. “Silly organic, did you really think I needed to stop? I can run for as long as needed. That amount of heat production was near-optimal; let’s see how long we can remain at peak efficiency.”
With that, he bent down, balancing on one hoof as he ground the vibrator mercilessly against her soaked marehood and bit down on a mouthful of her short-cut mane. His sinister laugh was only slightly muffled by the strands of pink mane as he tugged them, her head jerking slightly as he yanked. The pain mixed with the pleasure, leaving her swimming in a wonderfully confusing mix of intense sensations.
She whined as she felt her arousal build once again, faster and faster, unable to stop or slow the feelings in any way. She mewled as she felt his thick cock thrust into her again and again, stretching her in ways she didn’t know she could feel. The feeling was all the more intense as the vibrator pressed firmly into her clit, making her walls quiver around his stallionhood as she felt herself spiralling closer and closer. Her vision was blurring as she came again, vaguely registering their mixed fluids leaking around the shaft rutting her senseless.
But the euphoria did not fade as much as it had the time before, and in what felt like seconds she found herself toppling over the edge again. A wonderful sensation spread throughout her nethers as she felt him cum again inside her, this time without stopping his rough thrusting. She could hear a mare’s shrieks echo through the small room, and wondered whose they could be as colors blended together and her mind slipped into subspace.
This was okay. This was all she needed to be. All she needed to do was please her captor, as much as he wanted, and everything would be alright. The intense pleasure and pain of being forced to cum again and again faded to the background, leaving her with only a sense of peace. Sounds muffled together, and time seemed to lose all meaning. The mare relaxed in the glow of subspace, fully trusting her captor, her partner… her Master, with everything she was.
Vaguely, in the confusing mumble of sounds, she was able to make something out, somepony’s voice calling to her, saying her name. Her name was Candyfloss, right? She grudgingly picked it out of the almost senseless murmuring, deciding that whoever knew her name must be telling her something important. Everything was dark. Why was everything dark? Did somepony turn off the lights, or…
Oh. Her eyes were closed. When did she close them? How odd. Candyfloss opened her eyes, wincing and blinking. Everything was so bright, her eyes must have adjusted to the dark. Slowly, she concentrated on the figure in front of her… an earth pony with a light grey coat and a pastel yellow mane. Stripped Screw, she remembered, and smiled weakly. Her friend. She trusted him more than anypony.
“About time you woke up, Candyfloss,” he said, and Candyfloss felt his hoof stroke her mane. “You were out of it for a while there, I was beginning to get worried; well, as worried as an emotionless robot like me could get.”
The mare nodded weakly and tried to sit up, only to roll over and almost fall off of what appeared to be a couch in one of the Aftercare rooms. Screw’s hoof shot out and prevented her from rolling into a neat faceplant on the floor. “Careful there, don’t wanna mess up your fashionable mane-do.” His hoof ruffled her mane again. She probably had a bad case of sex-mane - it would take forever to brush out later, then restyle as ‘fashionably windblown and messy.’ Looking properly unkempt took a lot of effort, after all.
“You were… robot…” she mumbled, finding words much too hard to form in her current state. Thankfully, Screw seemed to know exactly what she was talking about.
“Yes, did you like that? I had a changeling fire potion made special for this. That, along with a stamina potion, made for quite a fucking, just as you’d expect from a robot.”
She nodded, her face screwing up in a silly expression as she tried to form a complete thought. “I guess… you could say… that was… hot?”
The stallion laughed loudly, before looking down and noticing he had been fiddling with her mane, making it an even greater tangled-up mess. He chuckled sheepishly and gave her head a little pat. “It was, yes, and I’ll have you know that all heat-related puns are banned until further notice, you silly mare.”
She giggled and carefully repositioned herself onto her stomach and spread her wings slightly, much to Screw’s amusement. He took the hint and gently rubbed her back, paying special attention to her wing joints and neck, just like he knew she loved. “Can I get you anything? Water, juice, those weird lemon cookies you love…?”
Candyfloss shook her head. “ ‘m good, just need… you.” She smiled feebly up at him, a smile he returned as he massaged her.
“You did so well, Candyfloss,” he whispered as he saw her eyes slowly closing, her wings going limp. “You can sleep now, it’s okay, I’ll wake you in a little bit. You did very well.” Screw chuckled as he heard her snore softly.
As she was drifting off, she thought she heard him say “I love you,” but it must have been her imagination.
