Automation

by Tehponiplz

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthology, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Dark, Porn, Sex
Length: 2017

Ponies turned into robots

Second-person POV stories about being turned into obedient robots.
Gear: https://www.deviantart.com/alexmichanikos
Flat Spin: https://twitter.com/Daf_Arts
Both characters used with permission

Cover art by: https://twitter.com/Daf_Arts

Published 2019-07-25 18:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-25 18:20:01 UTC

Gear Shift

You are Gear, and you've just been given what might be the best birthday present ever! It's a brand-new type of VR headset: not clunky like the other ones on the market, but a lightweight, narrow curve of transparent green plastic that sits right in front of your eyes.
You've never even heard of a VR set like this before, but your friends are telling you about how it bounces images right into your eyes. Or something. It sounds too good to be true.
Not really listening to the technical explanation, you slide it into place with your hooves, and immediately a display comes up with some startup information as you look out at the world through a field of nearly transparent green.
For a few minutes you simply watch meaningless technical information about 'ocular receptors' and 'drone configuration'.
Just as you are starting to get well and truly bored, you suddenly notice an anomaly: a blue streak snakes out from the center of the display, curving around itself, getting further and further from the center.
You start to tell your friends that it seems to be broken, but they seem to have noticed, too. They simply watch you. One of them chuckles, while another squirms as they watch.
But even though you try to look at them, to find out what's going on, you can't. Your eyes are dragged back inexorably to the center of that swirling color.
As you stare at the spiral now filling your vision, it seems as though there is nothing to worry about. You do not need to be worried. You should just relax. Obey.
The last word almost reminds you of something, before it is washed away in a sea of contented feelings. All your friends are sighing with relief for some reason. They look somehow... eager?
Eventually, they all turn and begin trotting in the same direction: into the basement of the building they booked for your party.
You follow along at the rear of the group, not knowing why, but knowing that you must.

You are standing at a door leading into a room marked 'Processing'.
Nearly all of your friends have gone somewhere else, and you haven't seen them since.
It's nearly time. For what, you don't know, but in spite of yourself, you feel a sense of excitement.
Then one of your friends trots up beside you.
You know this pony, but part of your mind is filled with a sense of unease at the sight of her.
Then a strange feeling you can't determine the source of flows through your mind, washing away those feelings bit by bit, like the tide washing away a sand castle.
You stare at the pony, as those feelings of unease are gradually replaced with feelings of affection... then of longing. You can feel yourself getting moist just looking at the cute pony.
'No!' a part of your mind tries to tell you, 'She's doing something to you! To all of you! Snap out of-' and then the internal voice is gone, and you are staring into the pony's eyes from behind your visor, and all you feel is a warm feeling between your legs and a desire to do whatever she commands.
The pony leans in, a triumphant sneer on her face. "Happy first birthday."
Her words mean nothing to you, but her muzzle so close to you nearly pushes you over the edge.

Then it's time to go through the door.
You step inside, and immediately machines begin to whir around you.
You barely register what's going on, but you feel yourself being turned somehow into metal.
Not all of you, though.
Your legs are first, followed by something that feels like a metal saddle, then something at the back of your neck, like a metal collar.
Your moist pussy is left organic between metal legs, and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor.
When everything else is in place, two antennae, like the ones on robots in anime, come down on mechanical arms and fit themselves to either side of your head, connecting with the visor. As they do, the swirl you had ceased to notice stops, and for a moment, you feel almost like your old self again.
It feels like you've just woken up, but are still muddled by sleep.
Then there's the 'click' of something inserting itself into the metal on your neck, and new thoughts flood your mind.
Not thoughts, but... programming.
For an instant, you instinctively try to resist, but the first bit of programming instructs you not to resist. To accept your reprogramming. To obey.
You do.
As the rest of the commands come pouring into your processor, you find yourself imagining the pony outside, now with words like 'Mistress' and 'Obey' indelibly associated with her in your mind.
Each of the ponies at the party appears in your mind in turn.
With each one, data flows from the machine and into you, overwriting your free will, programming you for your new and better life.
More of you is transformed into wonderful machine while you stand there, absorbing commands.
As the information flows into you, you feel your still-organic lower bits build to climax, and before you can even try to stop it, you orgasm all over the floor and your shiny new legs.
It happens several more times as you are reprogrammed, although you stop feeling any sense of shame after the first.

Eventually, you step out and see your Mistress, waiting with the other ponies from the party.
You stand before them, awaiting instructions, as is your duty.
You listen dutifully as you are assigned your task.
You are a pleasure drone. This pleases you greatly. Any assignment would please you greatly.
You live to serve Mistress.
You exist to obey.
These ponies will use you.
Your remaining organic parts will bring them pleasure.
This is one of your purposes.
The other, though it is not said, is understood: you will aid your Mistress in secret.
These other ponies, the erect stallions and the eager mares, will be changed as you have been.
You will pleasure them sexually, and then bring them the ultimate pleasure: conversion and servitude to your Mistress.
They will become obedient machines, just like you.

Today is the first birthday of your new life as a mindless drone.

Flat Conversion

You are Flat Spin.
You are walking eagerly behind the cute yellow robot which used to be your friend Gear.
Since becoming a cyborg fucktoy, you've had many chances to enjoy her newly programmed set of skills, but this will be the first time since she was 'upgraded' into a fully mechanical Gearbot.
And while you might miss that wonderful organic pussy, part of you is eager to see what she is capable of now.
Even more exciting, when you told her you were going to fuck her, she seemed to have something prepared.
Which is why you're now following her down stairs and hallways, unable to take your eyes off the sexy robot walking with a calibrated sway of her hips.
Eventually, she opens a door and enters a room with a pony-sized metal table, which she climbs onto.
As you watch, your mouth feeling dry with anticipation, she lies down on her back, spreading her legs and revealing her synthetic bits to you.
A part of you wonders why you had to come all the way over here to do this, but most of your thoughts are on your stiff member and the inviting robot before you.
You climb onto the table and eagerly slide your cock inside the machine. It feels amazing. Not like before, but like it was crafted specifically to bring pleasure to stallions.
Which, of course, it was. It is warm and already wet, and without any need for further conversation, you begin fucking the sexbot.

As soon as you begin, something incredibly happens.
The robot begins to vibrate inside, sending pulses of pleasure up and down your already excited cock.
You gasp in surprise and barely hold it in as you slow your thrusting, allowing the vibrations running along the length of your shaft to send waves of pleasure to your brain.
You feel your cock being coated in something thick and warm, and in spite of yourself, you know you're about to cum.
But you don't.
The feeling builds and builds, past the point of being able to bear, but you still can't climax.
You moan and whimper, desperate for relief, but even though the vibrating feels as good as ever, you still hang on the edge of that wonderful orgasm.
In desperation, you try to pull out, but you only get a few inches out of it before the Gearbot wraps its hindlegs around your rump and pulls your length back inside.
In that moment, though, you saw that the thick liquid wasn't spunk.
It was some kind of liquid latex.
The length of your cock that you managed to see was shiny and artificial looking.
If your whole stallionhood was like that, it would certainly explain why you can't cum.

“S-stop,” you mutter, feebly, “Abort... nnf... cancel...”
But nothing you say has any effect, and part of you doesn't want Gearbot to stop.
The pleasure is no less for your cock being artificial, and the sensations, unabated by climax, make your brain feel like it is melting.
Slowly, the Gearbot reaches a pair of yellow forehooves up, locking them behind your neck, and pulls you in so that your muzzle is pressed against the end of her mechanical one.
You stare into her eyes, and then notice her visor.
Something is going wrong with her visor display.
Bright lights flash on the surface of it. Brief images and words you barely have time to register.
You wonder for a moment if she has a virus or error of some sort.
But as you stare at the visor, you become aware that it isn't an error.
Gearbot is functioning properly.
It is you who has the error.
Gearbot is fixing you.
With your brain battered by the need for an orgasm that will not come, you accept these ideas without resistance.
You think nothing when a transparent yellow visor is lowered in front of your eyes.
When the antennae are attached, you have been expecting it.
The pleasure continues the entire time your organic body is converted to a machine. When at last the mechanical arms finish with you, and most of your body is wonderful metal, a cable snakes from the back of Gearbot's neck like a cobra, creeping around behind you and plugging itself into the back of your mechanical neck.
In that instant, your mind connects with the yellow robot's, and for an instant, you understand.
Then you no longer need to understand.
Your free will is wiped away.
Gearbot overwrites key parts of your personality, leaving you incapable of defying her Mistress. YOUR Mistress, now.
As data flows from her into you, you surrender completely, becoming another drone on the network.
Your fellow drone smiles at you, and you smile back.
Her hindlegs loosen, and you begin mechanically pounding away. Stabilizers deploy from your rear hooves, allowing you to thrust at maximum force, over and over.
What started as a stallion using a sexbot is now just a pair of robots, fucking like the mindless drones that they are.
At last, you are allowed to ejaculate, filling your partner with thick, sticky fluid.
But rather than feeling a sense of exhaustion, you feel only more pleasure.
You do not go limp.
You do not tire.
You are a drone.
As you finish and pull out, you both receive a command from your Mistress. She wants your cock.
The thought gives you more pleasure than at any time during the orgasm denial.
It fills your entire processor as you eagerly move to obey.
Every part of you, mechanical and organic, is programmed to serve Mistress.
You are her fucktoy.
There is no greater pleasure than to please her.
Forever.