System Reboot

Rummaging through the cluttered filing cabinet, Algo Rhythm’s scowl deepened, irritation flickering across his face. The so-called "system" he was sorting through was a mess—at best, a half-baked attempt at organization.

“Seriously? You run an entire business and you can’t even sort files properly? Who even still uses paper for their records.” He tossed a few papers behind him, grumbling to himself.

Leaning back in his chair, Big Deal shot Algo an unimpressed glance before rolling his eyes. "You’re lucky I even entertain your presence, Algo," he said, lifting a cigar to his lips. A flick of his lighter sent a few sparks dancing before the flame caught. He inhaled deeply before exhaling a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke. "If your musical reputation wasn’t so well-regarded, I’d have you escorted out by force." He let out a tired sigh as Algo continued rifling through the papers, flinging them aside like discarded sheets. "And for the record, I don’t use paper anymore. I only had to when my company was starting out."

“Well your company is the one that created those two damn robots that broke into my home and stole my unreleased music,” Algo snapped back.

Big sighed. “Ah, so that’s what’s this about? I take it Daemon and D4 had some kind of job that involved your work?”

Algo set aside a few papers, sighing. “Yes. I understand you’ve had no control over them for years, but those two thieves have been running amok in this city for way too long.”

“They were an unfortunate consequence of early naivety, I suppose,” Big said, tapping his cigar against the rim of his ashtray. “My company specializes in creating robotic mares for pleasure and comfort. Those two rewriting their own programming and escaping? That was never in the cards.” He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, giving Algo an all-too-knowing smirk. “But I haven’t had a reason to track them down—after all, they’ve never caused my company any trouble since their departure. That said, I do feel inclined to assist you.”

Slamming one of the cabinets closed, Algo glared over at Big. “I know that tone of yours. What do you want?”

“Open the drawer in cabinet 6, section D,” Big began, motioning a directing hoof. “You’ll find exactly what you need. In return? You endorse my brand and help with some advertising. That sound fair?”

“And why in the world would I help you fix a mistake you caused?” Algo snapped, trotting over towards the cabinet he had been directed to.

Big chuckled, puffing smoke out of his mouth. “Because, not only will you get your files back, but you’ll have two top of the line sex toys as well~”

Algo paused. Giving the earth pony a quizzical look, he turned his attention to the cabinet. Opening it, he quickly fumbled through the folders within it, quickly finding what he was looking for. It was labeled “Prototype: D4 and Daemon”. Beside D4’s name was some scribbled out text, as if her original name had been removed and replaced with the one she now adorned.

“In there, you’ll find reset details and, more importantly, a virus that will forcibly restore them to default,” Big continued, watching him with quiet amusement. “Not only that, but it’ll make them yours—your own personal playthings, bound to obey without question.” His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to pride. “That is why you’ll help me out after all this. Those two may have been early prototypes, but their ability to override their programming speaks volumes about their quality.”

Algo remained quiet, opening the folder and sorting through the files. It contained details on the two robotic mares’ names, capabilities, and especially more…scandalous notes.

“So, I take it we have a deal?” Big furthered.

Algo stared at the manual, seeing the code details for the virus Big was speaking about. “You’ll supply a copy of the virus?”

Big’s eyes flooded with text, relays of binary dancing across his gaze. “Just told my assistant to set it up on your devices. What you’re reading there will be modernized, optimized, and executable in a jiffy. After that? All you’ll have to do is find those two.”

Continuing to read over the files before him, Algo’s mind funneled with thoughts. Daemon and D4 were notorious for their escapes. Thieves, hackers, and more—the two had become an extremely capable duo of criminals. They had run circles around the city’s police, left reporters scrambling for answers, and even managed to blackmail some of the most powerful ponies around.

But that made his thoughts all the better. The idea of turning those two smug, cocky, and troublesome mares into nothing more than his obedient slaves was an incredible concept. Not only would he reclaim his stolen music, but he’d turn the very individuals who had been his greatest annoyance into his personal playthings. He already knew how they looked—sleek, alluring, crafted for pleasure. It was no question they were tempting catches.

Trotting towards Big, Algo stared the stallion down. He should have been angry, but the offer Big Deal was giving him was, frankly, quite a big deal. The best sex toys on the market, his music back, and what could be a possible long term partnership. Only spending a few seconds more to think over the options presented before him, he slammed the file down on Big’s desk.

“You have a deal.”

“How much did the buyer offer for these files again?” Cantering through an alley, Daemon held a confident smirk. The intricate, detailed hologram that built up her mane lightly illuminated the dark area. “That Algo guy is a well known artist, so it’s a pretty penny, right?”

Beside her, the blue hue of her own mane clashed against Daemon’s light, creating a shifting contrast between them. D4 rolled her eyes. “Well over a hundred thousand bytes.” She nudged her friend playfully. “Seriously, how do you always manage to forget what we’re being offered? I’d think that’d be the most memorable part of the job.”

Daemon chuckled. “Oh give me a break. You know as well as I that you’re the one that makes these jobs happen. You’re the one that plans the deals with our clients.”

“Oh if only I could blush.” D4 snickered, holding a flash drive up in a hoof. “Listen, the only reason we have this baby right here is because you helped me hack into Algo’s security system. You’re just as worthy of the credit as me.”

Daemon stopped her trot, eyeing up the front of a run-down motel. “Is this the place?”

“Mhm. Though this isn’t the client for the music files. We got another job offer from an anonymous source. Stud’s offering a half a million bytes for whatever he wants. Long as it isn’t downright crazy, I see no reason to turn him down.”

Looking over the motel, Daemon raised a holographic brow. “You want me to go in with you? Place seems a bit shady.”

“Oh please, you act like I can’t handle myself,” D4 teased. “Besides, we both remember what happened the last time you tried tagging along to meet a client.”

Daemon leaned against a pole, crossing her forelegs. “Tch, not my fault that guy was eyeing up our flanks like that. He had that punch coming from a mile away.”

D4 shook her head, snickering. “Aren’t you just the most professional, understanding, and nonvolatile business mare? Just give me a bit, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

With a smirk, she pushed open the motel’s front door, catching a glimpse of Daemon’s annoyed expression before shutting it behind her. Stepping into the dimly lit lobby, she adjusted the brightness of her optics, casting a cold, artificial glow through the air. The building reeked of mildew and neglect, dilapidated railings, cracked stairs, and peeling paint told a story of long-abandoned upkeep. Certainly not an ideal place for an overnight stay, but for a shady business deal? Perfect. No prying eyes, no unexpected interference, and most importantly, no eavesdroppers.

She had already taken the initiative to assess the job offer, running scans to confirm it wasn’t a setup by the local police. By now, she could recognize law enforcement’s clumsy attempts from a mile away—the city’s finest had tried and failed to outmaneuver her and Daemon more times than she could count. If they had laid a trap, she’d have spotted it well before walking through that door.

Even during her brief exchange with Daemon outside, her sensors had discreetly mapped the building’s interior. As expected, her scans picked up a single individual inside. No surprises, no lurking ambushes. Just another client with a deep wallet and a favor to ask. Between her upgrades and Daemon’s skills, they had secured a lifestyle that most ponies couldn’t even fathom—one where risk was only ever a calculated game.

Ascending the stairs, taking a fair amount of caution as she saw the shoddy state of them, she found herself on the second floor. Her eyes illuminated the area, panning their light across the doors. They all looked to be in poor condition, but her scan from earlier had indicated that the client was somewhere on this level, so regardless of the quality of the room, there was somepony in one of them.

And her knowledge had not been called into question, as her gaze paused on a door to the far right of the hallway. A faint light emanated from the gap beneath it, indicating that whomever she was here to meet more than likely dwelled within. Seeing no reason to be concerned, she hummed to herself as she made her way over.

Raising a hoof, she knocked. “I take it you’re the client?”

A rather long pause made her second guess herself, but finally a voice called back to her.

“Yes, and I take it you’re the mares I’ve called on for this job?”

“It’s just me right now, Daemon’s outside,” D4 replied. “Not to sound pushy, but I prefer to see the ponies I’m working for. Mind if I come in?”

“Be my guest,” the stallion replied, his tone shifting to a more lecherous range.

D4’s ear twitched with curiosity at the shift in the stallion’s voice, but she pressed her hoof against the door regardless. As she pushed it open, the hinges let out a wailing cry, rust and age grinding against her force. She winced at the sound, grumbling under her breath as she stepped inside.

Shockingly, it seemed that her client had spruced the place up quite a bit. Candles were lit on the end tables, the sheets seemed clean and taken care of, the bed looked decades newer than everything else outside the room, and overall, the room itself seemingly had been transformed to a fulfilling state.

“Did you uh…remodel all this?” D4 asked, surveying the room.

The stallion, adorning a cloak that masked his figure, chuckled. “I prefer only the best comforts for any of my…business, so to speak.” He extended a foreleg, slowly panning it over the room. “Just had a few of my guys come in and spruce the place up.”

“Bit much for just a simple meeting, no?” D4 teased, smirking. “Though, I guess with how many bytes you’re offering for this job, it must mean you’re a high level corpo, eh? I can only assume you lot enjoy more lavish experiences—seemingly anywhere you go.”

“Oh, I’m certainly quite well off, but not because I’m a corpo,” the stallion calmly clarified.

D4 raised a brow. “Oh? Then are ya some kinda crime lord? Surprised you don’t have lackeys do whatever you’re paying Daemon and I for you.”

The stallion chuckled, shaking his head under his cloak. “Oh no no, certainly nothing like that.”

“Alright, you’ve got me beat. What the heck do you do to be able to spend so much on a job?” D4 questioned, her curiosity only deepening.

The stallion paused, letting the room fall into an uneasy silence.

The sudden lack of response made D4 shift on her hooves, her systems running wild with possibilities. Up until now, the client had been relaxed—mysterious, but not threatening. But now, this? This was downright weird.

Finally, he leaned forward slightly in his chair, his voice level and deliberate.

“I’m a musician.”

D4’s eyes went wide as her sensors registered code running through the walls of the room. Before she knew it, the door behind her slammed shut, and the unmistakable sound of a lock made her ears perk up. She glanced behind herself, before narrowing her gaze and scowling at the stallion.

“Very cute. Though I can quickly piece together who I’m dealing with.” She lowered herself, preparing to strike. “Get over it, what we did was just business.”

Tossing off the cloak, Algo revealed himself. A smug, mocking grin was plastered across his countenance, as he glared over at D4. “You’re right!” He raised a hoof, holding a small controller in it. “This is just business.”

“The heck is that meant to - nnnngh!? W-what the?!”

D4’s systems lurched into chaos. Alarms flared across her interface, error messages flooding her vision in rapid succession. Security protocols scrambled to react, walls of code colliding with something invasive—something that didn’t just override her defenses but belonged there, like a long-buried command rising from the depths of her artificial mind.

“What are…are you doing to me?!” she grunted, stumbling to the side as she tried to compose herself.

Algo sat up, looming over her. “You stole from me, so I find it only fair that I steal from you. That free will of yours? I’ll be taking it.”

D4 grit her teeth, shaking her head intensely. “Nnngh! L-Like hell you will!”

“I do have to say, watching your confident, smug look morph into that face of struggle is delicious.” Algo eyed the controller in his hoof. “I suppose Big Deal wasn’t lying about this virus being the perfect tool for making you my personal slut.”

D4’s optics widened at the mention of Big Deal.

She and Daemon had always known that if anypony could stop them, it was him. They had spent years avoiding him, treating his presence like a storm to be outmaneuvered—never challenged. As long as they stayed out of his business, he had no reason to intervene, and they intended to keep it that way. Countless gigs had been turned down just to ensure they never crossed paths with his network, yet somehow, Algo had found a way around that.

And now, she was paying for it.

Her mind raced. The flood of signals, the invasive force threading through her, the way it latched onto the very core of her being—there was no mistaking it now. This wasn’t just any override of a single aspect of programming, it was rewriting her.

“Fat chance I’ll ever - mmmph - be your slut!”

Algo’s eyes gleamed as he scanned the digital module on the controller, a twisted grin spreading across his muzzle. “Oh, but you’re simply made for this! I mean, do you see the settings I get to play with?”

D4’s concerns only deepened as the virus burrowed further into her core systems. Error messages blinked in faster succession, code scrambling to resist the invasive programming flooding her mind with even more desperation. She had no idea what its full capabilities were, and worse, she’d never even considered installing countermeasures for something like this. Perhaps this was her hubris finally coming back to bite her, but whatever the case, she was powerless to stop him.

Every ounce of processing power had to be funneled into resisting the virus’s influence on her consciousness, leaving the rest of her programming defenseless.

Algo read the screen before him, salivating over the options presented.

Reset Progress 25%

Options Available:

Proportion Adjustment (Online)
Libido Gauge (Offline)
Remote Control (Offline)
Full Control (Offline)
Option Memory Reset/Adjustment (Offline)

It seemed that as the hack progressed, more options would become available, but even with a mere 25 percent, it seemed an extremely delightful setting had become available. Tapping the “Proportion Adjustment” option, he read over the section.

Sex Bot Proportion Adjustment

Wanting a bit more to work with, aren’t you? Fear not! Deal Enterprises has offered you the best on the market, and that’s exactly what you’ll get!

Below you will find a slider for adjusting your toys flank size. Of course, all our products come set at their default, but you can increase the size of MODEL D4’s flank to twice that! Have fun!

Flank Adjustment:
0%

“Now this is truly top of the market!” Algo’s mind already craved the idea of manipulating D4, but first, he wanted to get a gauge of what he was working with first. “But first, let’s have a look at you, shall we?”

D4’s body remained near-stationary, her movements sluggish as she diverted every available process toward her firewalls. Her focus had to be absolute—every line of corrupted code needed to be isolated before it could corrupt her.

She couldn’t afford to stumble or struggle physically. Every ounce of processing power had to be reserved for resistance.

Still, even with her systems under siege, her ego wouldn’t let her stay silent.

“I-I’ll kill you for this, you know that?” she hissed, her voice strained but seething with fury.

Algo caressed her face with a hoof, smirking. “Oh darling, you’ll be happily throating my cock instead of running your mouth like that soon enough.”

Algo stared into her eyes, looking past the anger the displays held and into what they held. They were a brilliant blue color, albeit likely a blue she chose to give herself, but brilliant nonetheless. With them being inorganic, they could become anything he wanted, and he already envisioned her gaze filled with lustful hearts of unending obedience.

Her face was soft to the touch, tender yet firm as she clenched her jaw. Her body felt just like a real pony’s, a testament to the incredible product she, and likely Daemon, was. Though, if her face was essentially akin to that of a real mare, it only meant…

He stood back to his full height, slowly dragging his hoof away from her cheek, down her neck, and slowly along her side. He felt her shudder from his touch, either from concern, or a secret thrill she was feeling from a stallion being so hooves on with her. Either way, he knew his destination.

“C-cut it out! Don’t you dare start ogling me back there!”

Ignoring her protest, he let his hoof drift lower, his touch trailing over the contours of her side until it met the soft, pillowy curve of her flank. He cupped her ass, applying firm pressure, feeling the supple flesh yield beneath his grip.

She was plump, though not excessively so—certainly well-proportioned for her frame. He could name plenty of slutty mares he’d bedded who put her to shame in sheer size, but there was something alluring about this one.

Still, just copping a feel wasn’t enough. Following his grasp, Algo came up behind her, affording himself a full view of her backside. His eyes were immediately drawn to her holes. A taut, tight ponut that made his cock throb grasped his attention first. It was identical to the real deal, and with that meant it’d offer incredible volumes of pleasure. Just beneath it, D4’s marehood laid. Just like her backdoor, it was identical to that of a real mare’s. Her slit was begging to be parted by his hastily hardening cock, her depths without a doubt capable of milking him dry.

But the show wasn’t only her enchanting entrances, because he still had a lovely set of flanks to indulge himself in. Algo set the remote aside, eager to feel her directly. His hooves reached out, pressing into the soft, yielding flesh of her flanks. He kneaded them slowly, relishing the subtle ripple, the way they molded beneath his touch.

“G-Get off me!” D4 exclaimed. She yearned to buck her hind legs back, but the strain she was facing as the virus ran through her was taking all her focus. “You’re d-dead! You hear me!”

Taking his hooves off her ass, Algo chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll properly indulge myself in a moment~”

Algo picked the remote back up, his eyes locking feverishly onto the slider option. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed it and began to drag.

A moan escaped D4's lips, her body tensing as Algo nudged the slider forward.

At first, the change was subtle—just a faint swell, the smallest increase in plushness at her flanks. But as his lust dragged the slider higher, the shift became impossible to ignore. Her thighs widened, her hips stretched broader, and the curves of her rear expanded, pushing outward with an almost hypnotic smoothness.

Algo's breath hitched.

Her once modest curves grew softer, heavier, all the more alluring. Every small tick of the slider sent another ripple of expansion through her, the supple flesh thickening, rounding, adding to the undeniable softness beneath his hooves. Each increase forced another moan from her lips, the sound more drawn-out, as her sensors struggled to process the unfamiliar stimulation.

Algo swallowed hard, his pulse pounding.

He couldn't resist.

He shoved the slider to max.

Looking back at herself, D4‘s eyes went wide as dinner plates. The sensations she was enduring were indescribable, as the adjustment was something she never even could have conceived occuring. No amount of security checks, system diagnostics, and careful scans could have prepared her for this. She hadn’t a clue her body could do this, and every expert she got modifications or upgrades from seemingly never noticed it or for some unknown reason chose to ignore it. The tingling pleasure dancing around her body momentarily became a faint sensation as she was slack-jawed, seeing the changes that had been cast upon her.

Her ass had increased significantly in size, nearly double of what it was originally at. Her curves jiggled from the subtlest motions, her flanks two thick, pillowy mounds of endless potential and delight. She could give even the most impressive porn stars a run for their money with a set of cheeks like this. From modest, to impressive, to downright incredible—her rump had gone through a metamorphosis. It was an ass any stallion would kill to smother their face in, to lick at the delectable mounds in the valley between those two mountains of soft, ample flesh.

“What…w-what did you do?!” she exclaimed, scowling. “Undo it! N-Now!”

Her outburst permitted a lapse in her focus, and to Algo’s delight, he glanced down at the remote and saw the virus had surged from thirty percent, to nearly sixty. He had some ideas in mind for the option of controlling her body. He just needed to get her to 75%, and he knew just how to encourage her.

Smack!

“Aahn!~”

With a swift motion, he struck D4’s flank with a hoof. The speed and force of it reaped incredible rewards, as he watched her pillowy mound of delight jiggle, its motions painting a vision of lewd potential. Her moan echoed in his ears, and before she could gather her bearings, he struck her derriere again, ushering forth more sounds of delight from her as he indulged himself in her ass’ newfound heft.

He began to squeeze it, bounce her asscheeks with his hooves, pull them apart and let them smack back together, and more—utterly having his way with her, much to her poorly hidden pleasure.

“Nnngh! Gah! Cut it out!” D4 groaned, feeling Algo massaging her flanks.

As minutes went by, Algo was lost in a haze of lust that he had happily wandered into. D4’s ass was absolutely divine, and any stallion would be seen as insane if they didn’t indulge themselves in such a perfectly presented piece of flank. Still, his lack of self control had a positive side to it, as he briefly pulled his focus back to the remote.

78%, he had hit his target already, which meant…

He glanced at the list of options, and surely enough, both Libido Control had been unlocked at 50%, and Body Control at 75%. Hesitantly, he pulled his focus away from her ass, leaving her gasping with unwanted pleasure.

She tried to stumble away from him, but even the brief movement was enough to remind her that every ounce of focus and strength had to go towards her firewall.

“A slutty ass, for a soon to be perfect slut.” Algo treated himself to one more smack against D4’s flank, earning a yelp from the mare. “Fitting, isn’t it? I certainly think so.”

D4 grit her teeth, glowering back at him. “You’re dead.”

“Ooooh! So fierce! So feisty!” He trotted in front of her, booping her on the nose. “All that does is make it when you break and turn into my slave, and you will turn into my slave, all the more riveting.”

Sparing herself the stress of speaking, and also opting to not further inflate the singer’s rapidly growing aura of smugness, D4 merely stared daggers into his gaze. The displays that made up her gaze briefly flashed with hearts, the virus corrupting her very being, rewiring her body from the inside out to morph it into the perfect slut. Still, he had no intention of activating the full hack once it hit 100%, at least not yet. He was brewing an idea that was so devilish, and yet so arousing, he couldn’t pass up on it. Though, first, he had to test his new options.

Opening the libido section of the remote, he saw a few options available to him. “Estrus Simulation”, “Marehood Wetness”, “Target of Desire”, and “Growing Need” were all listed before him. They were rather simple in description. “Estrus Simulation” put her in a state that was identical to a heat, with varying levels of intensity; “Marehood Wetness” was exactly as written, essentially indicating how wet her pussy would become; “Target of Desire” was an interesting one, essentially making any thoughts and sensations from the other options feel directed towards a set individual; and finally, “Growing Need” was also self explanatory, when activated, any lust or aching need she feels would only grow bit by bit until ultimately sated.

“Well, this works perfectly, doesn’t it?” Algo quipped, cantering back towards D4’s flank. “Two to test on you, two to test on Daemon~”

Though she had been forcing herself into silence, the moment he mentioned her partner, something inside her snapped. “Tch! You’re adorable if you t-think you’ll even lay a hoof on Daemon!” She snarled, baring her teeth at him. “Once I’m free, her and I will rip you apart!”

Algo laughed, shaking his head as if she were an adorable, angry pet yapping at his hooves.

"Threat, threat, moan, threat," he mocked, rolling his eyes.

Smack!

D4 twitched, another gasp escaping as he struck her fattening rear again, the impact rippling through curves that had not existed mere minutes ago.

"Here you are," he continued, voice dripping with amusement, "with an ass that would make any mare jealous, barely able to stand, your body betraying you piece by piece, and you still think I won't get to Daemon too?"

He raised the remote, giving it an almost playful tap with his hoof.

"But first, let's test out our new features, shall we?"

D4 shrank back, frame rigid as her gaze flicked between the remote and Algo's smug expression. The words 'new features' rattled through her already clouded mind, sending a fresh surge of uncertainty crashing into her. He held all the cards—he could see the virus spreading, track its progress, manipulate her functions in ways she couldn't even comprehend, while she was left blind to what was happening inside her own body.

For all she knew, he could be moments from triggering total enslavement. Worse yet, maybe he found a way to modify her even further.

She watched as he tapped some options on the remote, eyes widening as she saw him drag his hoof across the device. At first, nothing occurred, but quickly, she began feeling a warmth spread through her groin. A heat, one she had never felt before, radiating through her, one that yearned to be extinguished. It wasn’t a painful warmth, but it was horribly irksome, and as she stopped to think, trying to rationalize what was happening.

The heat didn't stay contained. It crawled through her like an infection, creeping up her spine, pulsing through her belly, settling deep into her artificial nerves as if it had always belonged there. Her inner systems flickered with alerts, registering the rise in temperature, the unclassified stimulus, but offering no solution—no way to counteract the unnatural hunger unfurling inside of her own body.

It was more than just an intrusive sensation; it was changing something fundamental within her. The weight of it pressed into her thoughts, not just urging her to seek relief, but making her understand why she wanted it.

She tried to move once more, but her legs hesitated beneath her, the unfamiliar weight of her thickened flanks keeping her rooted in place, the sharp motion even causing subtle involuntary jiggling. The sheer size of her cheeks pressed against her fattened thighs as well, not only causing her to feel the sensation of curves she had no idea she had, but also making every motion feel slower, heavier—wrong. It wasn't just restraint that held her back, but the awareness of just how much more of her there was.

At first she had her own thoughts, then she had the unclear, encrypted clouding of the virus, and now? Now she couldn’t stop thinking of stallions, cock, and the incredible sensation of being railed by them. Every few moments, a vision of a stud plowing her, her sucking a cock, her riding some random thug—they went on and on, all flashing through her head like a slideshow of intense desire. She hadn’t a clue what the exact setting Algo had was, but it was apparent he had put her into some kind of artificial estrus, and she had been wholly unprepared for such an event.

Though his meddlings with her body didn’t stop there. She felt a stream of lust trail down her inner thigh, her pussy dripping with need in the blink of an eye. She gnawed her lip, experiencing the results of her mind’s lust, as her marehood winked, a telling sign of her losing battle. Still she told herself to hold on, to resist, to fight against whatever he was doing.

“Seems it’s reached 100%.”

Her eyes went wide, as she heard Algo nonchalantly speak of her enslavement. She looked over to see him presenting the remote to her, and surely enough, it did say the virus was prepared for full activation in her system. She knew with a press of a button, he could make her his fucktoy—so she was baffled as to why he hadn’t yet.

She watched as he tapped away at his device, smirking with delight. D4 stood there, frozen in thought and worries. She still had free will, she still had her own ideas, but she could feel the virus coursing through every inch of her body. He was playing some form of game, some kind of plot, either to wither her down or humiliate her further. She was powerless against Algo, left at his mercy. She couldn’t attack him, threaten him, or do anything to oppose him.

And then she felt her body lock up, her joints going firm as she tensed up all over. Her eyes darted around, trying to find out what was going on. She focused on Algo, trying to read his expression. He looked beyond confident, beyond smug, all while he tapped away at the device. Suddenly, however, D4 felt her jaw begin to move, her lips parting through no conscious effort of her own.

“I’m a good, slutty fucktoy for my Master!”

Her eyes went wide, her pupils shrunk, and panic filled her gaze, as she heard her own voice speak without her even thinking of it. She would never in a million lifetimes say anything even close to what she’d just uttered, but somehow she did.

“Hohoho! That’s incredible!” Algo cheered, beaming. “Let’s see what else I can make you say~”

D4’s face morphed into a scowl. “Hey! What the fuck are you -” Her body locked up, corrupted code dancing in her eyes, before she smiled and spoke again. “Please fuck me, Master! I need your big juicy cock!” She spun around, bending down and raising her rump. She moved her hips, beginning to bounce her rump and clap her thickened flanks together. “This fat ass is yours to breed! Use me like the dirty little whore I am!”

D4’s body calmed, as her eyes returned to normal. They went wide in shock, a look of horror on her face as she hastily wheeled around and stumbled back. She looked over at Algo with shock, confusion, and shame in her eyes, her mind racing. She just…flaunted herself to him! Twerked her flanks for his viewing pleasure! All while saying…those awful things!

“Hahahaha! This is too good! Your body and voice are all mine to play with!” Algo clamored, slapping his knee. Wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, he glanced down at himself. His cock was rigid and ready, as an idea crossed his mind. “Come clap that ass of yours on my cock, slut.”

Clenching her jaw, D4 scowled at Algo. “N-Never! I’ll kill you! I’ll make sure they never find your body you…you…” She trailed off, watching as Algo merely smirked at her, beginning to tap away at the control panel. “W-Wait…don’t you dare - woah!”

D4 felt her legs move, beginning to walk forward against her own will. She looked back at herself, noticing the way she was swaying her hips, having no control over it in any shape, way, or form. She was doing the sluttiest, most sultry walk possible towards her captor, the only element of her body she had control over currently being her neck and head.

“Seems I can choose which parts of you I want to control too! This thing is pretty detailed!” Algo chirped, sitting down in a loveseat as he spread his legs. “The override controls are separated into sections. Pretty neat, right?”

Scrunching her muzzle, desperately trying to regain control over her own body, D4 stared daggers at Algo. “Y-You piece of trash!” She came up to him, standing before him, her hips swaying behind her, a jarring contrast to the death stare she was giving the stallion. “I promise you…you’ll regret this for the rest o-of your life!”
Algo waved a hoof dismissively. “You talk too much.” He tapped the controls, licking his lips. “Serve me, slave.”

D4 could merely scowl as she felt her body whirl around. She grit her teeth as she bent down, pressing her rump back towards him. She felt something within her jolt with excitement as his cock slapped itself between her flanks. He was huge, and she could feel every throb and pulse of his stallionhood between her pillowy cheeks. Her mind raced, words lost to her as she tried to figure out how she could’ve let this idiot of all people beat her. Still, she had little time to rationalize, as before she knew it, she began to bounce her flanks, grinding herself against his cock as the sound of flank smacking against flank filled the air.

“I…I…” D4 stammered, struggling to form any words of defiance.

Algo raised a hoof, slamming it down against D4’s ass and earning a moan of delight from the robotic mare. “It’s big, right? You’ll be living to serve this thing soon enough~”

“F-Fuck you!” D4 snapped, glaring back at him.

For Algo, the contrast of her livid, hate-filled glare, and the sight and feeling of her twerking her ass on his cock made the entire scenario all the better. A part of him wanted to never override her fully, merely controlling her body for the rest of her life, but there would be countless liabilities to that. Still, he had plenty of time to indulge himself in her, and her partner in crime soon enough.

Patting D4’s rump, Algo leaned back. “As nice as your fat flanks bouncing on my length is, we have work to do, darling~”

D4 felt her body slow, seizing her motions. A part of her was relieved as she felt herself turn around, feeling his cock leave the valley between her flanks. Still, uncertainty and worry ran through her digital veins, as she felt herself stand at attention before him.

“What work?” she growled. “You know…t-this isn’t going to work out for you, right!”

Algo tsked, rolling his eyes. “So angry! So fierce! Even though you’ve lost entirely already. But, I’ll really cement that fact for you~” He turned the controls around, letting D4 read what screen he was on. “You’ll be the one helping me enslave that Daemon friend of yours~”

D4’s digital pupils shrunk to pinpricks, as she read what was on the screen. It was a passage describing how the virus could be transferred between sex toy androids, allowing one to begin corrupting an unclaimed bot through…

“K-Kissing?” D4 mumbled.

Algo smirked. “I’m sure you’ve dreamt of making out with that friend of yours.” He turned the controls back to him, scrolling through them. “Though it also says you can do so through you eating her out, or her doing the same to you.” He raised a brow, giving D4 a coy smile. “You find yourself desiring to have your muff munched? Or vice versa?~”

D4 wanted to reply, to insult this scum yet again, but she found her jaw locked. Her eyes, against her own will, adorned a sultry look. Slowly, she stepped closer to him, caressing his neck with her hoof. She felt herself move closer to face, planting a kiss on his lips. Her anger was reaching uncharted levels, but she was powerless to stop herself.

“Anything for you, Master~”

Algo smiled. “Good girl.”

Daemon tapped her hoof impatiently, pulling up a digital clock with her eyes. She narrowed her gaze, annoyance covering her facade. It had been nearly an hour since D4 wandered in the building. She had run a scan herself on it, and it seemed apparent that her friend was fine, moving around with whoever their client was on the inside, but she hadn’t a clue what could be taking so long.

On the rare occasion, D4 did take ages, typically with more particular customers, but those were usually groups of mob bosses, cartels, and the like. This was one single client, which meant discussions should’ve gone far faster than those other occasions. An inkling of concern danced within Daemon’s thoughts. She knew D4 was more than capable of handling herself, but that didn’t mean that droplets of doubt couldn’t brew in Daemon’s mind.

Though, it seemed her concerns were quickly quelled, as the sound of the motel’s door opening made Daemon’s ear twitch. Shutting down the program that ran the digital clock through her gaze, her vision was met with D4 stepping out of the building. At first, all seemed well, though Daemon was quick to raise a brow at several factors coming to light for her.

Firstly, the look on D4’s face. It was lustful, sultry, and the glowing gaze she had in her artificial eyes burned with a desire—a desire Daemon felt directed at her. Though, there was more to it too. The way D4’s was walking, swaying her hips, a certain allure in her trot, it was something Daemon had never seen her friend do before. However, as Daemon noted the way D4 swayed her hips, it was then the most apparent, and jarring, difference came to light. She could see D4’s ass, far plumper and thicker. It was an alluring derriere even from the front, and the way it jiggled subtly as the robotic mare walked made Daemon’s thoughts swirl.

“Uh…D4…?” Daemon began, tilting her head curiously at her friend. “The heck happened in there?”

D4 raised a brow, giggling. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“No! No! You’re right! Something did happen!”

Conflicting with her controlled words, D4’s thoughts were all her own, as she fruitlessly tried to call out to her companion, trying to find a way to warn her of what was to come.

“I mean, that look you have. It’s…pretty thirsty,” Daemon noted, staring back into D4’s gaze.

D4 licked her lips. “Maybe I’m just happy to see you? Really happy at that~”

“Agh! No! This isn’t me! You know this! Daemon!”

“I…h-huh?” Daemon stammered, recoiling back as D4 brought her muzzle closer to hers.

“Daemon! Realize this isn’t me! Come on!”

D4 pursed her lip, giggling once more. “You’re really cute, you know~” She guided a hoof along Daemon’s thigh. “And hot.”

Daemon couldn’t blush, but if she could, she’d be beet red right now. “H-Hang on! What’s with you! You’re…acting off!”

“Yes! Exactly!”

“A-And your ass! It’s…it’s huge!” Daemon continued, pointing back at D4’s flank.

Glancing back at herself, D4 shrugged. “Is it? I mean, it’s up there, yeah. But it’s only like, porn star tier, y’know?”

Daemon blinked wildly. “What the buck is bigger than porn star tier?!”

“Maybe I just wanted to impress you with it?~” D4 cooed.

“Oh no…”

D4’s remark had ruinous effects on Daemon, as the purple mare’s pupils shrunk, and she leaned back further. “I-Impress me?”

“Not to impress you! It’s to trick you!”

“Duh?~” D4 purred, raising a hoof and caressing Daemon’s face. “I found this lovely little setting in my code. One that let me give myself a fat, juicy, rump!” She stared lustful daggers into Daemon. “I know you’ve eyed up my ass before, so why not give you even more to look at?”

Daemon gulped, averted her gaze. “I…” She gnawed her lip, snapping her muzzle away from D4. “It was only a f-few times!”

“Wait…he’s accessing my memory banks? How else would he have known I’ve caught her doing that before?!”

“Oh don’t be modest! I’ve eyed up that juicy flank of yours more times than I can count!” D4 chirped.

Daemon paused, whirling her attention back at her friend. She remained silent, staring back into D4’s lustful gaze. Her mind raced, thoughts bouncing around her head nonstop. She wasn’t one to get flustered, wasn’t one to get excited, but right now, whatever D4 was doing to her…

It was working.

“You have…?” Daemon asked, allowing D4 to caress her face.

“No! Daemon! I…I didn’t know you felt this way about me!”

“Let me show you what I really think~” D4 cooed, slowly bringing her muzzle closer to Daemon’s.

“No! No! No! No! No!”

Daemon froze, unsure of how to react. “D4…what are you - mmph?!”

“Agh! Celestia dammit!”

D4 watched as her body lunged forward, pressing her lips against Daemon’s. The kiss was passionate, intense, and fueled by pure desire. Desire that, admittedly D4 did have deep down for her friend, but desire that was unleashed not on her own volition. The mare kissing Daemon wasn’t D4, it was a puppet, strings pulled and manipulated by Algo. Still, D4 could feel everything her body felt, and a rush of warmth ran through her circuits.

“T-This isn’t how I wanted to do this!”

D4’s body lunged forward, pressing her lips to Daemon’s in a kiss that was hungry, heated—wrong. The desire was there, buried beneath layers of denial and restraint, but it wasn’t her acting on it. She was a puppet, her strings yanked by Algo, forced to perform a fantasy she should have been in control of. And yet, she felt everything.

The warmth of Daemon’s lips, the electric thrill as their tongues brushed, the way a shiver ran through her circuits like a voltage spike. A rush of heat spread through her artificial nerves, overwhelming and inescapable.

Daemon stiffened, her digital eyes flashing, circuits buzzing with an intensity she had never felt before. D4’s tongue nudged insistently, a silent plea against her lips. Something foreign was slipping into her system, threading into her code, but for once, she wasn’t thinking about firewalls or security breaches. She was thinking about this moment. The soft moan that trembled from D4’s throat, the way her lips molded so perfectly against hers—it was something straight out of her wildest fantasies.

Her hesitation melted. With a muffled sigh, she surrendered, parting her lips, letting her tongue meet D4’s in a slow dance.

“Agh! Not only did that bastard steal my body! He stole t-this from me too!”

D4’s thoughts were filled with anger, frustration, and regrettably admitted lust. What was happening right now was hot as could be, but it wasn’t even her piloting the act. As much as she yearned to bask in the moment happening before her eyes, she had bigger issues arising.

Virus Transfer Process: 10%

“Dammit! This isn’t good!”

Daemon Firewall Processes: Disabled

Being locked within her own body, D4’s eyes couldn’t go wide, but they would if they could. She read the modules popping up within the hud of her eyes. They were clear as day for her, but invisible to Daemon. Still, she hadn’t realized Daemon’s defenses were lowered to such an extent.

“Did she not update her security?! I told her to weeks ago!”

Virus Transfer Process: 15%

D4’s thoughts raced. This didn’t make sense. Daemon’s firewall should have at least slowed the virus, even if it was outdated. The only time D4 ever lowered her own defenses was when she was around Daemon—and Daemon only.

Which meant…

"She trusts me..."

Firewalls were powerful, but exhausting to maintain, requiring constant effort to keep up. Most androids deactivated them around those they knew wouldn’t betray them. A simple, logical shortcut to conserve processing power. And right now, Daemon trusted her completely. Too completely.

This was bad.

Daemon had no idea the virus was slipping into her system, threading through her code like a whisper in the dark. No warnings flashed. No alerts triggered. Her mind remained clear—except for the heat that pulsed through her circuits, the faint tingling beneath her artificial skin, the slow, creeping pressure building inside her. Fleeting, intrusive thoughts slid into place before she could question them, images of heat and flesh, sensations that shouldn’t be there.

Any other time, she might have caught it. A stray, corrupted line of code. A glitch. A malfunction to fix.

But right now?

Right now, it just felt good.

Daemon’s body felt like it was on autopilot. Slowly, she wrapped her forelegs around her friend, slowly guiding her hooves down D4’s back. She felt the other mare shudder, filling her with an electric sense of excitement. Bit by bit, she inched down, before finally, she found her target. Caressing her friend’s fattened ass, she cupped D4’s thick asscheeks, gripping them gingerly. She was in awe at how pillowy, plump, and addictive the feeling of them was, finding herself growing addicted to fondling the mounds of delight.

Pulling away from the kiss, artificial saliva connecting their lips, Daemon took measured, deep breaths. “It’s…s-so…big…”

“Mmmmmhm~ You like it?~” D4 cooed, planting a kiss against Daemon’s neck.

Acting on instinct, Daemon slammed a hoof down against D4’s ass, earning an excited yelp of delight from the mare. “I fucking love it~”

Within D4’s mind, her true self watched helplessly. She couldn’t do anything. She was forced to sit there and watch her friend be tricked, in the absolute hottest way possible—but tricked nonetheless. The scene was incredibly arousing, even making D4’s true self begin to swirl with lewd thoughts, but she did her utmost to retain her self control. She may have lost her body to Algo’s whims, but she’d be damned if she’d surrender her thoughts to her original programming.

“That…bastard…” she internally cursed Algo, unable to voice her disdain physically. “We’re going to get out of this! We’re gonna k-kill you! String you up and let the whole world see what happened to their mediocre musician!”

Left as nothing but a passenger, truly powerless, D4’s true self merely watched the events unfolding from her body’s gaze, left yearning to experience the moment herself, and also enraged by the notion of it all.

“Nnngh~ You can smack and grab this fat ass all day~” D4 groaned, licking up Daemon’s neck as she pressed her rump back into the mare’s grasp. “But it’s only fair if you offer me lots to work with too!”

Daemon, bathing in a sea of desire, snickered. “Heh, I’d love to, but I have no idea how you even managed to expand your - nnngh~”

Another sudden lunge forward from D4, and the two were back in their intense, passionate embrace. Daemon smacked D4’s ass again, shuddering with euphoria as she felt her friend moan into her mouth. Though, she began to feel something shifting in her body, something beginning to change.

Virus Transfer Process: 45%

Shamed as she was to admit it, D4’s true self looked at the percentage and felt a thrill within her. She knew she was about to watch Daemon get just as juicy of an ass as she had. “Oh…b-buck…”

At first, the changes were subtle. A faint swell, the barest hint of softness spreading across Daemon's flanks, just enough to make them rounder, fuller, undeniably more inviting. But then, the pace quickened. Another surge, deeper this time, plumping her cheeks with more pillowy mass, each shift adding thickness and bounce. She was already halfway to what D4 had become, and there was still so much more to go.

Her hips widened, curving into a shape that was impossible to ignore—full, breeding-ready, the kind that set off instincts in any stallion who laid eyes on them. Her thighs followed, thickening and framing the perfect swell of her ever-growing rear. The transformation didn't just continue; it relentlessly sculpted her body into something even hotter, and more sinful.

Algo wasn’t here to see it this time. He wasn’t the one holding his breath, eyes locked in awe.

That role belonged to D4.

Trapped inside her own mind, she watched the transformation unfold, enthralled like it was a performance meant for her alone. She had ogled that ass countless times, and now she was watching it become something even more incredible, and even more impossible to resist.

Daemon’s reasonable, slightly above average figure continued to grow all the more lewd. Her curves softened, her flanks heavier, her hips and thighs wider—bit by bit, as the seconds passed, transforming her figure from alluring to addicting. With every passing minute, her asscheeks didn't just grow, they swelled, surging outward in smooth, rhythmic waves, like dough rising under an unseen force. Each fresh expansion sent a lazy tremor through her hips, a rolling jiggle that barely had time to settle before the next surge took hold.

D4 heard Daemon moaning intensely, writhing with pleasure as they held their kiss. She could feel her friend's moans vibrating in her mouth, the gasps of delight muffled by passion, the transformation occurring to her flank driving her insane with lust and new sensations. She knew Daemon had no idea the true dark meaning behind what was happening to her, she knew her friend only felt what was happening as pure passion, pure intensity, pure lust incarnate.

Then finally, Daemon underwent the final, huge push. In an instant, her flanks surged in size significantly more than they had before. In an instant, she went from an impressively fat ass, to one that matched the size of D4’s. Her soft flesh jiggled from the change, her hips surged one final time, and her thighs looked like they could crush a watermelon. In mere minutes, she had gone from the original sleek figure she had, to the build of an alluring, sultry seductress.

D4 pulled away from the kiss, smiling as she looked at Daemon’s flustered expression. The other mare was panting with need, gasping as she felt her code and circuits dancing with so many new, thrilling sensations. It made D4 giggle, or, one could assume Algo from the driver’s seat giggle, as she caressed her friend’s face.

“Take a look, slut~” she cooed, taking a step back.

Daemon took a scant few moments to catch her breath, something she as an android didn’t have to do, but still used as an excuse to gather her bearings. She knew something had happened, she felt how different her lower half felt, but she was both scared and too thrilled to look at herself just yet. Something deep down was telling her something was off, but she couldn’t find the train of thought to delve into it. Right now, she could only stare at D4, feel a surge of intense emotions, and groan.

She leaned forward, getting off the pole she had been resting against and onto all four legs. She felt her rump bounce from the sharp motion, making her pause as her eyes widened. She moved her gaze up, met D4’s, and saw the smug, lustful grin her friend had plastered on her face. Mustering up the courage, she closed her eyes, let out a nervous sigh, and glanced back at herself.

Her eyes went wider than they had ever gone before, as she was graced with her new, improved figure. Her hips screamed of how fertile and ready to rut a mare she was, her thighs were more than twice as thick—calling upon any stallion daring enough to rest their head between them. Though, what was most noticeable, and most exciting, was the substantial improvement to her flank. Her ass had more than doubled in size, truly measuring identically to that of D4’s. It was fat, juicy, and exactly how D4 described hers: “porn star tier”. Daemon had a rush of thoughts go through her mind, some more scandalous than others, but the most potent was her knowledge of how many stallions would drool at the sight of such an impressive derriere.

Out of curiosity, she gave her hips a firm jerk, bouncing her flanks and gawking as she watched and heard them clap together. “Holy…h-how did you…”

“It’s nice isn’t it?~ For somepony who insists she hates attention, you sure seem to be liking having a flank that’d make all the mares jealous~” D4 teased.

D4’s true self, was one such jealous mare. Here she was, locked in her own body, salivating at her best friend’s ass. She yearned to dive right in, smothering herself in those wondrous mounds, but because of Algo’s despicable plot, she couldn’t. She sighed, doing her best to clear her thoughts. All she had were thoughts currently, and she had to do her best to keep them cleansed of any corruption—even if she desperately wanted to bask in the view of one of her biggest fantasies coming to fruition.

Virus Transfer Process: 75%

“D-Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” D4 internally screamed, gnawing her lip. “I can’t stop this!”

Do you want to stop this?

D4 shook her head, the corrupted code in her trying to shift her thoughts even after integrating fully.

“No! I d-don’t! I want that bastard Algo dead!”

She stood her ground as best she could, but soon found herself focusing on what her body was watching, enviously gazing at everything unfolding before her eyes.

Daemon gnawed her lip, giving her ass another firm twerk as her ear twitched at the sound of it clapping. “S-Shut up!” She whirled her attention back to D4, narrowing her gaze. “I h-hate attention! Do…do you know how many ponies are gonna be ogling me if my flank stays like this?!”

“I know I will, lots,” D4 teased, trotting around Daemon. “And isn’t that what matters most?~” She raised a hoof, striking Daemon’s asscheek. She licked her lips as she watched the mare’s ass ripple, and smiled with pleasure as she heard Daemon groan with delight. “You slut.”

Daemon furrowed her brow, gasping as she registered the pleasure that danced through her body. “Nnngh…what’s gotten into you! T-This is hot, d-don’t get me wrong, but I’ve never seen you act even close to - ooooh…?”

Her words trailed off, as arousal coursed through her body. She felt her marehood wink with need, as lust began to drool down her thighs. In an instant, she had gone from managing her needs, to losing herself in them. Her eyes fluttered, the hologram of her tail wagged, and she instinctively spread her hind legs further apart.

“So…hot…” Daemon groaned.

D4, still being piloted by Algo, adorned a devious grin. “Let me help you with that~” She smacked Daemon’s ass again. “Raise this fat rump and bend down.”

Almost as if unable to think for herself, Daemon complied. Lowering her torso, she raised her flank up, spreading her legs apart further. She shuddered with need, her desires for D4 increasing at an exponential rate.

“Whose slut are you?” D4 questioned.

Within her own mind, the real D4’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“W-What?” Daemon meekly asked. “What do you - nnnngh!”

Delivering another blow to Daemon’s wonderfully presented cheeks, D4 glared down at her. “Whose slut are you.”

More of a command than a question, Daemon hesitantly replied. “Y-Yours…”

D4 struck her ass again. “Louder.”

“Yours!” Daemon yelped, her ass jiggling plenty from the blow.

D4 didn’t relent, striking the other mare’s asscheeks once more. “Louder! Like the slut you are!”

“Yours! I’m your slut! Please!” Daemon cried out, her knees buckling as her needs were growing unending.

“Yours! I’m your slut! Please!” Daemon cried out, her knees buckling, trembling under the weight of her own need.

Satisfied with the response, Algo-controlled D4 made her move. She grasped Daemon’s thick, perfectly sculpted flanks, her hooves sinking into the plush, yielding flesh as she spread them apart. The moment she did, she was greeted with exactly what she had been waiting for. That pristine ponut, glistening with artificial sweat, twitched invitingly, clenching in anticipation as if it somehow knew it was being watched. It was tempting, but what lay below stole her focus entirely.

Daemon’s marehood winked desperately, her slick walls flexing open and shut in angry demand, each pulse parting just enough to offer fleeting glimpses of silken, perfectly taut inner flesh. Lust shined in every movement, each contraction a silent, pleading invitation, her body wordlessly offering itself up to be ravaged.

D4 didn’t hesitate. She dove in, pressing her muzzle flush against Daemon’s heat, smothering herself between those fat, trembling cheeks as her tongue plunged into the mare’s waiting cunt. If this body was a puppet, then it was a puppet consumed by hunger.

Daemon’s walls squeezed against the intrusion, the tight, wet heat welcoming D4’s tongue with an eager, pulsing grip. The android’s skilled tongue curled, flicked, and lapped, teasing the delicate folds, coaxing marish, helpless screams from Daemon’s lips. Above her, Daemon spasmed violently, her body betraying her as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through her. Her juices flowed, thick and shameless, coating D4’s muzzle, the sheer wetness making every movement slicker, filthier, more indulgent.

And D4—trapped behind the controls of her own body—felt every second of it.

Daemon’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and she began to buck her hips back into her friend, smothering the mare with her ass and desperately aiming to let D4 delve her tongue even deeper within her depths. Each caress against her walls that tongue made, made her shudder intensely, her eyes glitching out as her mind was running amok with blurred thoughts and twisted visions. She couldn’t think straight, the virus warping her from the inside out without her even realizing it, the intense lust and need masking it all through thick layers of bliss.

D4 smacked Daemon’s ass over and over again, losing herself in the euphoria that was eating out the other mare. Her true self, the one locked away, could taste everything, could smell that potent musk, and so much more. The fragrances of berries, the taste of spices, and more, her scent reflected in her taste, both working in tandem to create an incredible blend that was beyond words. The two of them had been originally made to be the perfect fucktoys, and it only made sense the way they could stimulate one's senses was bar none.

Virus Transfer Process: 100%

But alas, even a body designed for pleasure had its limits, and Daemon found hers. With a silent scream, she threw her head back, her eyes rolling fully into her skull as every muscle in her body locked in place. The orgasm that tore through her was beyond anything a natural, organic being could fathom. She had been programmed—deep in the code of her very existence—to thrive on sex, to experience climax at a level no living creature could match. And it showed in every inch of her. Her marehood clenched and pulsed violently, gushing like an overfilled reservoir, each contraction forcing out another shameless surge of wetness. Her eyes flickered, glitching erratically, her body convulsing with static bursts of uncontrolled movement. No breath, no words, just the sheer, unfiltered experience of being rewritten by pleasure itself.

D4’s true self watched in stunned silence. For a moment, her hatred for Algo, her anger at being controlled, all of it blurred at the edges. She was simply enthralled, drowning in the sights, the heat, the scent of everything happening before her. The unspoken lust she had always held for Daemon, the fantasies she had never voiced, the sheer intoxicating sight of her normally brash, unshakable best friend completely undone—it was beyond what she ever thought she’d see.

And then, just as quickly, reality slammed back into her.

Something shifted. Control flickered. She was back in the driver’s seat—partly.

D4 gasped, blinking wildly as she registered the shift. Algo’s grip had loosened just enough, granting her control of her head, her voice, the ability to think, to react. But her body? It was still his. Her hooves, still bound to his will, kneaded Daemon’s trembling thighs, keeping her buried between them, muzzle deep in the flood of marecum still spilling from her best friend’s cunt.

She tried to move, to pull away, but her body wouldn’t let her. Worse, she could feel what it was doing. She shuddered, helpless as Algo forced her hooves lower, guiding one to her own soaked marehood. The moment she touched herself, pleasure snapped through her like a live wire, stealing the breath from her lungs.

She clenched her teeth, chest rising and falling in short, ragged gasps, trying to ground herself in the moment. She had to resist. She had to act. Summoning every ounce of willpower she had, she wrenched her muzzle away from Daemon’s drenched slit, blinking past the haze of pleasure as she forced herself to speak.

“Daemon!”

Her words fell on deaf ears, as Daemon remained there, convulsing with pleasure, riding out the final waves of bliss her orgasm was delivering upon her. Bit by bit, she slowly began to calm. Her marehood seized upon itself, lustful juices flowing at a slower rate, as her twitching and spasming quelled, turning into the occasional jerk of a leg or fidget of her neck.

“Daemon!”

Recovering, her senses returning to her, Daemon grumbled. “H-Huh…?”

“T-That wasn’t me!”

Those words, albeit faint in Daemon’s ears, resonated well enough to spur her into an alarmed state of awareness. She raised her head, looking back at her friend. The stern, controlling, and confident Daemon that D4 was used to had taken charge, immediately drowning out her afterglow as she threw on a concerned look.

“What!?”

D4 shook her head. “The me that was…doing this with you! That…that wasn’t me!”

“I…w-what does that even mean!” Daemon exclaimed, hastily rising to her hooves. “You’re making no bucking sense!”

Straining her face in frustration, D4 writhed her head, unable to control the rest of her body still. “It’s Algo! He…he hacked me! And then used me to put the virus in you too! He was pretending to be the client!”

“That dumbass we robbed?!” Daemon exclaimed, gritting her teeth. She turned her attention to the hotel. “Well! I’ll just go in there and kick his ass! Simple!” She motioned for D4 to follow. “What are you doing?! Get up! We’ve got a pretentious fuck to beat.”

D4 groaned in frustration. “I can’t! T-The virus! He can control my body, my voice!” She gasped in worry, eyes going wide. “W-wait! He’s going to be able to reset us entirely!”

“What?!” Daemon blurted out, eyes wide with worry. “What does that - hnnng!”

She strained, her body becoming not her own, as her legs began to lead her towards the motel, each step one that she had no power over. D4 groaned, feeling her body begin to move as well, rising up as she hastily trotted beside her companion. The two walked in tandem, swaying their hips as they approached the motel. Both still had control over their heads, voices still able to speak their own thoughts, as they looked at each other with worry.

“I…I can’t control myself!” Daemon hissed, straining as best she could.

D4 looked at the motel with concern littering her gaze. “He’s…making us come to him…”

Algo laid back in bed, tapping the remote with a smug look on his face. Any second now, his two biggest headaches would waltz right in, utterly at his mercy, unable to do a single thing to him. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing he had bested the two greatest criminals in the city, but there was still the final act to perform.

He glanced over at the door, hearing it cry as it was pushed open. “Hello, my lovely little sluts.”

Daemon was the first to step in, frustration spread across her countenance as she continued to try and regain control over her body. She grunted, cursed, and seethed, her determination a reflection of the fiery spirit she had. Though, once her eyes looked over at Algo, another level of anger flooded her expression.

“You pathetic piece of shit! You think you’re gonna get away with this! You think I won’t rip you limb from limb for fun?! I’ll make sure your funeral is a closed casket! If they ever even find your fucking body you worthless fuck!”

“Lovely to meet you too, dear,” Algo cooed, unphased by Daemon’s threats. “I suppose the rumors about you being the fiercer of your little duo are true. Shame that’ll all be gone soon~”

D4 came in behind Daemon, averting her gaze from Algo. “What…what are you going to do with us?”

“You already know, slut,” Algo purred. “I’ll be resetting you two and making you my personal, eager, sex slaves~”

Daemon’s eye twitched. “Oh I bet you wish you’d get us like that! You’re bullshitting! Lying! I can’t wait to beat your face in!”

“You have quite the loud mouth,” Algo grumbled. “Let’s put it to better use.”

Daemon’s eyes widened, as she felt her body begin to trot her towards Algo. She clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth in anger as she climbed up onto the bed, slowly, crawling closer to the stallion. She raised her rump, putting it on display for him, as she leveled her muzzle with his cock.

“Now suck,” Algo commanded.

“Fat fucking chance you piece of - glllk?!”

Though she’d never do so willingly in a million years, Daemon felt herself lunge forward, cutting herself off mid-sentence as she thrusted Algo’s cock straight down her throat. In that same instant, she lost all control of her neck and head, left as a trapped passenger in her own body, feeling herself begin to furiously bob up and down on the cock presented before her.

“Clap that ass of yours while you’re at it. Saw your friend’s go to work, let’s see you~”

Able to move her eyes, Daemon glowered at Algo, her eyes speaking untold volumes of hatred. Her pupils faded away, a text icon showing up on each, as she communicated the only way she now could. Slowly, two words were spelt out, making Algo chuckle.

“‘Fuck you’, eh? Creative way to attempt an insult.” He tapped the control panel. “But, you obey me~”

Daemon’s eyes returned to normal as they went wide, feeling her ass begin to thrust back. Soon, she had begun twerking, filling the room with the routine sound of her ass clapping, putting on an unwilling show for Algo. She began sucking faster, her tongue dancing along his shaft whenever it wasn’t full thrust down her throat.

“That’s better!” He turned his attention towards D4. “As for you~”

D4 yelped, feeling her body begin to trot over towards Daemon and Algo. Before long, she was clambering onto the bed, laying beside Algo, forced to face Daemon dutifully throating their enemy’s cock.

Algo caressed D4’s face, chuckling. “Gotta say, hearing this feisty bitch call herself your slut wasn’t even in my schemes, but hoo boy did I enjoy seeing it happen.” He stretched, before pulling the controls up and tapping away. “Controlling you was a new experience! Kinda felt like I was the worthless whore for a bit, but we both know the reality of this situation.”

“You’re as g-good as dead…” D4 meekly threatened.

Algo rolled his eyes. “My goodness, just how many times are you going to say that? I’m dead! You’re gonna kill me! They’ll never find my body!” He laughed. “Sheesh, get something more original, huh? Did your deepthroating friend here teach you all those lines? She’s certainly the one with the more fiery mouth, which, might I add, feels phenomenal.”

D4 couldn’t respond, couldn’t fight back. Her body betrayed her, moving against her will, bending forward until her face was inches from Daemon’s, her body positioning itself instinctively, like a machine obeying a preset command. She felt her rump rise, an involuntary display of submission, and before she could even process what was happening, a sharp gasp tore from her lips as Algo’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along her slit.

Her breath hitched, body seizing against her own attempts to resist, and yet the moans came freely, spilling from her mouth in helpless, trembling waves. She clenched her eyes shut, teeth grinding, but it didn’t stop the shameful sounds from escaping her. She sounded pathetic, desperate—exactly what Algo wanted.

Algo was loving this. Daemon’s throat was an angel’s caress, massaging every last inch of his massive stallionhood, managing to take him down to the hilt time and time again. Being she was an android, she had no need for air, meaning she could force him down her throat entirely over and over again, never stopping or needing a break. As for D4? She tasted divine. Blueberries, vanilla, and more, they all danced along his taste buds like an explosion of delicious sparks. He shuddered with pure bliss, overwhelmed by the indulgence he was experiencing with his new acquisitions.

Pulling away from D4’s cunt, he licked his lips. “Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

D4 and Daemon’s eyes went wide, as they both watched Algo pull up the device that controlled them.

“Full reset time~” he cooed, smiling at the two of them.

For a brief moment, he restored their control, leading Daemon to pull away from his cock, and D4 to turn around.

“Wait! Please! Don’t - NNNNGH!!!”

“You’re bucking dead you - AAAAHN!!!”

The two of them, having attempted to lunge at him and stop their reset, began to spasm. Their eyes rolled back, their marehoods gushed with lust, and their entire beings were rewritten. Memories were washed away, as Algo opted to erase those as well, rapidly beginning to turn the two of them into mindless, blank sheets for him to mold to his likings. Everything began to fade into oblivion, their free will tearing apart at the seams, programming resetting, prerogatives undone, and purposes put back to default.

They spasmed, gasping and moaning intensely, collapsing forward, their rumps raised high as their heads twitched and sparks burst out of their bodies. It was an amorous lightshow, as the Algo witnessed the two become undone. Slowly, bit by bit, he watched the progress of the reset on his device, his smile widening more and more, until finally…

Reset Complete!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Algo drew his eyes upwards, watching as both Daemon and D4 began to twerk their asses in unison. They flaunted their pillowy flanks with delight, slowly blinking. Gradually, they cast their eyes upon him, both adorning an empty, blissful smile as they met his gaze.

“Model Daemon! Awaiting programming!” Daemon cooed, her voice chipper, eager, and littered with bliss.

“Model Doll! Awaiting programming!” D4 chirped, her voice similarly layered in mindless joy and devotion.

Algo’s smile turned wicked. He had won. These two were his. Everything they were, gone in an instant. Now? Now they were his sex slaves. His playthings. Nothing more than obedient drones for him to have his way with.

“Hello, Daemon~” he hummed, seeing Daemon’s smile expand.

“Hello, Master! This unit is ready to serve! Please enter preferred programming!” Daemon hastily replied, never ceasing her motions.

Algo fought back a laugh, as he raised a brow. “Doll? Wasn’t your name D4?”

“Unit Doll has no memory of past action or programming, Master!” D4 answered with a smile. “Whatever Unit ‘D4’ was, is no longer this unit’s primary function! Please, program me to your exact desires, Master!”

Algo watched as both crawled towards him, caressing her chest, ensuring their flanks continued to bounce for his viewing pleasure. He gingerly ran his hooves along their faces.

“Oh, once I take you two home, I’m fucking you both senseless.”

Algo reclined into the silken embrace of his lavish bed, savoring the sumptuous sight before him. Daemon and Doll, his latest masterpieces, pressed together in perfect submission, their juicy flanks molding against each other as they smothered his cock between them. Not an inch of his throbbing length was visible, buried deep in the plush, yielding softness of their perfectly enhanced rumps.

They rolled their hips in unison, grinding against each other, their soaked slits and tight, pristine ponuts gliding against his shaft. With every movement, their heavy curves jiggled and rippled, a mesmerizing display of indulgence that had Algo’s breath coming out in slow, pleased exhales. He didn’t need to lift a hoof—they knew exactly what to do.

Daemon’s half-lidded gaze smoldered with hazy need, her lips slightly parted as her systems methodically rewrote her very existence. The lines of code streaming through her mind chiseled away at her old self, dissolving the brute force of her former identity and replacing it with something far more fitting. No longer would she be the muscle to D4’s brains, a menace to anyone who crossed her. That version of Daemon was already fading.

Instead, she was becoming something delightfully meek.

Algo watched, fully aware of the commands restructuring her thoughts, guiding her into her new self. The very core of her programming was being reforged—line by line—into an obedient little maid, her instincts rewritten to crave nothing but serving, pleasing, and trembling with need at his command. Soon, she’d shuffle nervously beside his bed, hooves pressed together as she pleaded for permission to be used. Where once she had been unshakable, she would now be fragile, helpless, eager to serve.

And then there was Doll.

Unlike Daemon, Doll had already fully embraced her transformation.

A self-satisfied smirk curled her lips as she giggled mindlessly, rolling her hips with thoughtless enthusiasm. She had been remade, rebuilt, and gloriously emptied out. Whatever sharp, analytical intelligence she once had? Gone. Every ounce of strategy, calculation, and wit? Flushed away, leaving nothing behind but pure, indulgent stupidity.

She was a bimbo now.

A cock-drunk, ditzy little harem slut with no thoughts beyond fucking, flaunting, and throwing herself at her Master’s hooves. And damn, could she dance. Her body moved with a sinful rhythm, hips rolling, tail flicking, her curves bouncing with every teasing shift of her weight.

With Algo? She was a devoted whore, a dumb, happy plaything waiting for his touch.

With anyone else? She was a bratty, insufferable bitch, making sure every creature knew exactly what she was—her Master’s property, his cocksleeve, and nobody else’s.

Algo smirked. He’d always had a thing for bad girls—and for dumb ones. Watching the once-reserved, calculating D4 turned into a rude, angsty bimbo was exactly the kind of indulgence he lived for.

And tonight?

He was going to enjoy every last second of them.

"Daemon programming, complete!" Daemon spoke emptily, her voice still carrying the artificial flatness of a machine. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, a flicker of light returned to her eyes. Recognition dawned, soft and hesitant, her expression shifting as her new self fully settled in. Slowly, she looked down at what she was doing—then quickly averted her gaze, hiding her face behind her hooves.

"O-Oh! Master! T-This… this is… t-thank you!"

Her voice trembled with shyness, her posture meek, reserved, a stark contrast to the dominant force she had once been. She shifted awkwardly, her heavy flanks subtly pressing together, as if instinctively seeking comfort in something familiar.

Algo chuckled, smirking at the sight of his once-fearsome brute reduced to an adorably flustered maid. Beside him, Doll let out a delighted giggle, wiggling her hips as if eager to steal the spotlight.

"Like, she’s such a cute little whore!" Doll purred. "Oh! She’s going to be such a good maid! Cleaning your place and cleaning your cock at the same time!" She giggled again, leaning in conspiratorially before flashing him a sultry look. "But, you know I’m the main attraction, riiiight, Master?"

Algo responded by delivering a sharp smack to both their flanks, the impact sending a ripple through their plush, obedient flesh.

"You’re both top-tier whores," he corrected, his grip tightening possessively. "And you’re mine."

He shifted forward, his hooves gripping both of their thick rumps as he pried them apart. As their bodies parted, something glimmered between them, a connected buttplug, stretching from Daemon’s tight, trembling ponut to Doll’s slick, eager backdoor.

His grin widened. So that’s where it had been hiding.

They had been fucking their own asses the entire time, mindlessly grinding against each other as they were reprogrammed—but their sheer size had swallowed the evidence completely.

Algo let the sight linger, savoring the way they both shuddered with sensitivity, their bodies now fully attuned to their purpose. Adjusting his hips, he lined himself up, his tip pressing against Doll’s needy marehood before he yanked her back onto his length in one powerful thrust.

"Nnngh! Y-Yes, Master!" Doll screamed, her eyes rolling back as her tongue lolled stupidly from her mouth. Her walls squeezed around him, already milking him as if that was all they were built to do.

"Gimme all the fat cock you have to offer! I’m your bitch! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my goshhhh!"

Her body bounced against him with thoughtless enthusiasm, her once-brilliant mind hollowed out into nothing but instinct and pleasure.

Algo bit his lip, his breath hitching as D4 slammed back onto his cock with reckless abandon. He thrust upward to meet her, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room in a lewd symphony. Stamina was something he prided himself on. He could outlast almost any mare, leave them twitching and ruined beneath him, but these two?

These two were something else entirely.

Their pussies were made for this. Designed to milk, massage, and worship a stallion’s cock with impossible precision, every ripple and clench tailored to extract pleasure at a level no living mare could ever hope to match. It wasn’t just tightness, it was perfection. A perfectly engineered hole, one that squeezed, caressed, and pulled at him in ways that made his legs tense and his mind blur.

D4 bounced with mindless enthusiasm, her ass clapping against his lap, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Her eyes were wide, swirling with cock-drunk insanity, her mouth slack as she moaned, slurring out praise between gasps of euphoria. She was built for this. No shame, no restraint, just a perfect, programmed whore, throwing herself onto his cock like it was her sole purpose in existence.

He gritted his teeth, feeling her perfect pussy clamp down, milking him for everything he had. He had lasted three minutes—three whole minutes. A feat far beyond what 99% of stallions could ever hope for. But it didn’t matter.

D4’s cunt was simply too good.

With a guttural roar, Algo thrust deep and let go, his cock throbbing violently as he unloaded into her waiting womb. The instant his seed flooded her, D4 arched her back and screamed, her body spasming wildly as her climax crashed into her like an unstoppable tide. Her walls clamped down like a vice, milking him for every last pulse, every last rope of thick cum he could possibly give her.

Her juices sprayed out in messy gushes, painting his chest, the sheets, and everything between them. Even though her womb had been designed to take obscene amounts of cum, he still overwhelmed it. The sheer hatred and desire he had built up for her and Daemon made this release one of the biggest of his life. Thick, creamy white cum overflowed from her pussy, leaking past the tight seal of his cock and dripping down her thighs in slow, messy streams.

"Yessssh! Thank you, M-Master! C-Cumming! This… this is like… t-the best cock ever!!!"

D4 shuddered, her eyes flickering, body twitching, her mind fully basking in its purpose. She was nothing but a whore now. A cum-addicted, bimboed-out fuckdoll.

But Algo was already moving on.

He pulled out, watching his cum spill freely from her gaping hole, his cock still dripping with her slick arousal. His gaze flicked to Daemon.

"O-Oh my goodness, Master! So much!"

She stared, wide-eyed, at the mess pooling between D4’s trembling thighs, her own body tensing in eager anticipation.

Even as his cock continued to pulse, still spilling thick ropes of cum, Algo acted on pure, carnal need and slammed into Daemon’s waiting depths. Her soaked, twitching entrance swallowed him instantly, stretching to accommodate his size as he thrust deep, claiming her in the same breath he finished painting her insides.

Daemon didn’t hesitate. She moved with him, slamming down in perfect sync, her body driven by a programmed instinct to please. Every time his length plunged inside, her marehood clenched around him, eager to milk him for every last drop he had left. Cum sloshed inside her, her belly subtly bulging as the sheer volume began spilling past the tight seal of her cunt, dripping in thick, creamy streams onto the already ruined sheets.

He was stuffing them both beyond their limits.

But Daemon didn’t care. She wanted it, needed it.

She screamed in pure rapture as Algo pounded into her, his hooves striking her perfectly sculpted ass with sharp, wet smacks. Her eyes flickered, the digital displays flashing with glowing hearts, while her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, her body overtaken by mindless, all-consuming pleasure. She arched her back, head tilting up as a silent scream of ecstasy tore through her. Her marehood was just as divine as D4’s, an unholy creation meant to do one thing perfectly—milk, worship, and ruin stallions.

Algo gritted his teeth. He could already feel another orgasm building.

Daemon’s delirious moans filled the room, her systems overloaded, glitching under the sheer intensity of her climax. Her body went rigid, then convulsed violently, as waves of earth-shattering euphoria crashed through her.

They existed for one reason only.

To be filled. To be bred. To be owned.

Finally, Algo’s body gave in. He thrust deep one last time, spilling the final thick pulses of his seed into Daemon’s already overflowing depths. His vision blurred, his breath came in ragged gasps. He had never cum this hard, never emptied himself completely. Mere minutes with these two had been the most intense fuck of his life.

Whatever the future held?

These two were going to make it unbelievable.

The two androids obeyed without hesitation.

Shakily, they rose to their hooves, their thoroughly-used bodies still trembling as the buttplug that bound them together popped free, slick and dripping, before falling to the bed below with a wet plop. The sudden emptiness made them both shudder, and as their systems recalibrated, they locked eyes—flushed, breathless, euphoric.

Then, as if synchronized, they giggled.

A fit of light, teasing laughter, still tinged with the aftershocks of pleasure, as they scampered off to the closet, eager to dress in what their Master had selected for them. They had no memory of their past lives, no recollection of who they once were. But that didn’t matter.

They were his now.

D4 practically tore through the hangers, her excitement bubbling over as she pulled out her new outfit. Ripping off the tags with impatient glee, she slipped it on with effortless swiftness.

A harem outfit.

The delicate silks and shimmering gold chains draped across her body, the ornate panties snug around her fat, bouncy flanks. The fabric hugged every sinful curve, teasingly sheer in all the right places while leaving nothing to the imagination where it truly mattered.

D4 twirled in place, her hips swaying, her tail flicking as she spun like a performer on stage.

She caught Algo’s hungry gaze instantly.

"I’m soooo hot, Master!" she cooed, turning her back to him and arching her back, fully presenting herself. "I’ll dance for you, like, all the time~"

She wiggled her barely-covered ass, letting the gold chains jingle as she ground her thighs together.

Beside her, Daemon had dressed with noticeably more hesitation.

Her hooves trembled slightly as she buttoned up the bodice, slipping into her new role with an endearing, shy kind of grace.

A maid outfit.

But not just any maid outfit.

The frilly black-and-white ensemble contrasted beautifully with her soft, glowing blue hues, and the fishnet leggings wrapping around her legs only enhanced the allure. But the real kicker?

The skirt.

Far too short.

Indecently short.

Short enough that when she moved, the plump, exposed curve of her ass peeked out from beneath the fabric. It was the perfect combination of innocence and debauchery, making her look even meeker than before.

She turned in place, her hooves clasped together nervously, a shy hum leaving her lips.

"T-This is so cute, Master!" she giggled, her eyes flitting to Algo’s, watching him devour her with his gaze.

She swallowed, a small, nervous shiver running through her, before her voice dipped into something softer.

"A-And it shows off the parts of me that matter most..."

Algo nodded, deeply satisfied.

A harem mare and a maid.

Two of the most feared criminals in the city, once untouchable, now prancing around in lingerie, eager to serve, eager to please. It was perfection. He was half-tempted to grab them both, bend them over, and ruin them all over again right then and there.

But a sudden knock at the door stole his attention.

He barely suppressed a groan, but with some effort, he pulled himself up from the bed. D4 and Daemon immediately flanked him, moving in perfect sync, their bodies pressing against his sides.

When he threw open the door, the imposing figure of Big Deal stood waiting.

A cigar sat lazily in his mouth, a thick plume of smoke curling around him as his sharp eyes flicked between D4 and Daemon.

"Seems things went well," he muttered, raising a brow at Algo. Then, after tapping his cigar against the edge of the ashtray, he exhaled another slow plume.

"As for our deal…?"

Algo smirked. Everything was falling into place.

"Ready to go film that music video whenever you are."

His voice was smooth, confident, smug, still carrying the afterglow of his latest conquest.

"Since I got my unreleased songs back from these bitches, I’ve got plenty to help promote you."

Big Deal took another drag of his cigar, nodding slowly, his expression unreadable.

"Speaking of," he began, gesturing lazily at D4 and Daemon. "What’s with the getups? You putting them in the video with you?"

Algo chuckled, reaching out and gripping both of their asses in his palms, squeezing possessively. The androids moaned softly, instinctively pressing themselves against him.

He leaned in slightly, his grin widening.

"What better way to advertise your products?~"