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Some Assembly Required

She was covered in filth and grime, and her leg wasn't working as well as she'd like it to... but at least she'd been successful in her endeavor. The sack that was slung over her shoulder was heavy, and there were parts that were still squirming a bit, but it was worth it.

It was more than worth it.

Chrysalis limped her way to the broken out window that was ground level in the alley that she'd toppled into a few weeks ago; the fight that she'd had with her sister seemed so far away, and her aspirations and desire had grown tenfold from then to now.

The fruits of those desires squirmed in the bag that she carried over her shoulder, and made small, clattering sounds when she tossed them through the broken frame of the basement window.

They landed hard against the workbench that she'd taken up residence in. It was buried in the back of a cake shop, behind rows and rows of storage boxes. Chrysalis had a feeling that whoever had set up residence in the place above her little-twisted workshop clearly had no idea that she was here. It wasn't as though she made that much sound; even the tiny screams that she knew would come forth eventually wouldn't really alert the busy shop above. There were always sounds of mixers, and ovens, and stoves with their loud fans blowing. Really, she'd picked the perfect location.

None of the ponies above would ever discover her... and she had access to the tool bench and all of the boxes that were in front of her. There were useful things there; cooking utensils that might have been unassuming to some, but were perfect implements of torture and science to her.

She was a bit more careful when she crawled through the broken out window, moving a piece of cardboard that she'd meticulously dragged up to the window in front of the hole so that no one walking by would be able to peek in and see what was happening. She tumbled down after the bag that she threw, landing beside it with a small oof ripping from her chest and echoing around her, only to drown out at the sound of a mixer whirring and bright laughter spilling from the ground level above her.

It made the situation even more sinister, the frivolity that was going on above, while her own dark desires were finally ready to transpire below. She picked up the bag and laboriously dumped the contents out. There were two bags within the large brown bag that she'd been lugging -- one was a ziplock that was full of tools that she'd gathered from the outside, sharp implements, bits of plastic and screws... things that she couldn't salvage from the area around her. The bag was weighty and full of metals parts, but it wasn't what had been the hardest for her to carry.

The other container that had rolled out of the large back was a black, zip-up pencil bag. There were odd shapes sticking out of it... things that looked like knees and elbows.

Things that were knees and elbows. She'd worked hard to gather up the two bodies, and she damn well intended to make sure that she put them to good use.

She unzipped the bag, surveying over her spoils. Twilight Sparkle blinked up at her, the rapid click of her eyes full of confusion -- her hands and legs were tied together, and a gag stopped her from screaming and alerting anyone to what had transpired. There were also broken bits of Twilight Velvet, enough to make the sum of nearly an entire whole... but more than enough to give her something to work with. She turned her attention from the two pony-dolls to her current project. Her teal brows drew together, irritation sparking inside of her and making her gut clench uncomfortably. Her sister -- her broken sister.

This was her third attempt at reassembling and repairing the other toy; she hadn't realized that it would be so difficult to do. Maybe she shouldn't have done quite a much damage as she had when they were fighting, but Chrysalis couldn't bring herself to regret it. The image of the other doll being torn asunder, her hips flailing and the naked sockets exposed... that gush of fluids that released...

No, she didn't regret her decision to be so violent, though maybe she did regret her haste in which the actions had transpired. After all, if she'd taken her time in pulling her sister apart, she might have been able to ascertain what parts had broken and how to fix them.

She leaned over the legs again, disassembled and in parts -- the writing and screws were laid out around her. For a moment, Chrysalis bent over the bag of tools that she'd brought back with her. There were some spare wires there, and some zip ties; maybe it was crude, but she didn't need it to look perfect.

She just needed the toy to work.

It was laborious, trying to put everything back where it belonged. She threaded a zip tie through the ball join of the leg when she was finished rewiring everything and pulled tight, so that the hips and legs were reconnected, and only the black tip sticking out was proof to the fact that it wasn't attached with screws. Of course, the tattered and torn plastic flesh was an indicator of the damage, but she couldn't do anything to fix that.

At least, not with her current toolkit.

For a moment, she stepped back and surveyed her work. It looked good. Of course, her first and second attempt had looked good as well... it was simply a matter of if it was going to work this time or not.

Bracing herself for what might turn out to be another terrible disappointment, she flipped the doll over and reached into the slit that she'd made along the plastic backing. Her fingers met with the on switch, and she waited.

For a moment, it seemed like things were going to work. The clicking of plastic eyes let her know that system function was being restored; there was a twitching motion to the doll's hands, her legs gave a little start.

It would have all been okay, had it not been for the acrid scent of burning metal and plastic that spilled through the air, proof that somewhere inside of the doll, wires were beginning to melt down. Chrysalis growled in fury, her hands flipping the broken doll over in a flurry of motion. Sure enough, there was smoke spilling out of the seams of her torso, black and stinking and roiling up like ribbons through the air.

Chrysalis wrinkled her nose, irritation still flaring through her, as strong as the pungency in the air. Her fingers made quick work of ripping open the doll's stomach, and the small fire that was roiling in there sent a burst of heat upward and nearly singed her hair.

"Damn it!" She screeched the word, quickly reaching for a cloth and batting at the flames until the fire went out. The clicking eyes, however, stuttered and remained twitching. Broken.

Broken.

The damn thing was broken.

"Come on!" Chrysalis slammed her hands on the table, and then tried to pull the wires apart to see the damage. There was a jolt, and the plastic around her already broken hips began to bubble, snapping up like gum being blown. The smell of melting plastic told her that the singed torso wasn't the only part that had been flaming, and her sister gave a final jerk and spasmed.

Suddenly, a gush of fluid spilled out, expelling from her bare cunt in a wave that was strong enough that it spattered to the floor. The doll shuddered again, managed one final moan, and then came to a halt with one lid half shut and one fully open.

"Damn it!" She shouted the words again, slamming her fists once more on the table. It only sufficed in slicking the expelled cum that had spilled from the tank inside of the doll all over her hands. It smelled cloyingly sweet, and it didn't mix well with the scent of melting plastic that the moisture had at least extinguished. Chrysalis sighed, wiping her hands on the melting thighs of her sister and turning from the broken doll.

The flesh, still sticking and bubbling, burned at her own skin, melting it slightly. She screamed and jerked, and it was that motion on top of the fact that her sensors were practically as hot at the fire that she'd just put out that seemed to cause the malfunction to happen.

A spark alerted her to the fact that something was wrong. Her eyes initially dropped to the broken frame in front of her; the spark hadn't come from there though. Instead, she had to lower her gaze further; it was her own cunt, flickering and bursting into malfunctions. She'd damaged it in her fight, damaged it falling off of the truck, and it seemed that her stress and overload of emotions had finally caused the components to short circuit.

She dropped her hands down, attempting to feel the extent of the damage, and another spark caused her to quickly jerk her digits back. Another spurt; this time, it wasn't electrical though. Cum shot from her core in a quick burst that spattered forward and onto the table; first, it was only one burst, but when she dropped her hands again to try to ascertain the extent of the problem, a huge, gushing wave of it soaked her fingers. Another spark, and then she felt something inside of her slide and shift.

There was an immense pressure in her pelvis, something that she'd never experienced before. She could almost hear the plastic of her frame creaking, groaning; Chrysalis leaned forward, her hands coming to the table in front of her and a gasping sound escaping her mouth as her circuits and wires strained and groaned. She bared down like she was giving birth, and she felt something inside of her cracking, twisting, sparking. Another burst of cum pulsed from her cunt, lubricating the process as she gripped the table and squatted.

In one sudden release of pressure, her body finished its motion.

Wires snapped. Gears gave -- her entire cunt fell from the housing in her pelvis and clattered to the floor, giving another burst of white, creamy liquid and one more spark before laying there like a dead thing.

"Fuck!" The stronger word spilled from her chest; not only had she killed her sister, but she'd somehow managed to break her snatch.

Great.

Just great.

She screamed again, one last burst of frustration, and then put her hands flat on the table. She needed to calm herself; she couldn't guarantee that any of her circuits would remain intact if she didn't... and Chrysalis had things that she needed to do, to accomplish. There was still too much work to be done for her to allow her entire system to suffer a meltdown.

It took a few moments of telling herself that, of attempting to calm each fritzing, frying wire in her body... but slowly, she managed to regain her control. Only once she managed that did she bend down and scoop up the parts of her that had fallen out. They were hot to the touch, but she managed to fit the configuration back into the slot where it had fallen from; there was no reattaching it easily though. Instead, she leaned forward and grabbed a roll of black electrical tape.

It wasn't the best, but it would have to suffice until she could figure out a better way to handle the situation. She wrapped it around once, twice, three times. She crisscrossed along her hips and thighs, but she made sure to leave the bare entrance of her pink, soft snatch open.

After all, she wasn't going to block her channels of pleasure just because she'd made her vagina come clattering to the ground.

No... she'd only just gotten started with her experimentation. She needed to be functional in order to well and truly enjoy what she had in mind.

Chrysalis took one last second to center herself, and then turned her attention back to the bag that she'd pulled into the room.

Twilight Sparkle... Twilight Velvet...

They were perfect, and between the two of them, there were enough parts that she knew she'd be capable of building a fully functional pony-doll.

First, she pulled the broken bits of the Twilight Velvet out of the bag. It was easy enough to lay them out on the sheet of metal that she'd sat up as a workstation. The pelvis was mostly intact, and the under-structure of her face was there. Half of the plastic forming had been ripped away; Chrysalis might have been responsible for pushing the poor little doll beneath a truck as it passed down the street, but she certainly hadn't got caught doing it, so there wasn't a reason for her to worry about the implications of her act. Still, watching the little frame spatter on the grill of the truck, and the sparks fly as she was dragged fifteen feet before dropping to the cold pavement was more than just a little worth the risk.

And, she got all of these lovely parts to work with.

Idly, she picked a piece of gravel out of Twilight Velvet's hair, and then continued to lay out her broken pieces.

After a few more moments of arranging the parts that were still usable and throwing the rest into a pile on another table, Chrysalis ducked back into the bag and grabbed the real prize of the day.

Twilight Sparkle blinked up at her with a rapid clicking motion; it only worked on one eye, though. The other had been fractured and cracked to the point that the doll could actually see some of the wires sparking behind it. The point, though, was the fact that the pony-doll was functional.

Functional, of course, was an operative word. Her head was intact -- all of the components that made her run were there; her thoughts and personality... and the attaching chassis that spilled into her chest was still connected. The rest of her, though, looked exactly like what she'd been used for.

A child's plaything. Her legs were snapped and broken, one twisted so violently that it was completely backward. The violence had shattered her pelvis, so that pieces of plastic and silicon splintered and stuck out like deadly, sharp teeth. One arm was completely snapped off, leaving the socket bare and the underlying wire and metal skeletal joins exposed.

The other arm was just fine, though a few of the fingers had been shattered.

Still, the doll functioned, and that was the most important thing to Chrysalis. She wouldn't have to mess with any of the core structural components to repair her.

She wouldn't be another failure like her sister.

No, the Twilight Sparkle doll would be her perfect little pet project... and best of all, she would be completely awake and aware during the whole procedure! Just the thought of it was enough to make Chrysalis shudder in delight and pleasure; she could still remember the initial spark of desire and delight that she felt when her sister's body had fallen prone and she'd shorted out.

She wanted to recapture that feeling.

Chrysalis took a moment to flip Twilight over. She'd flipped her navigational switch off for the duration of the trip back to her little workstation. After all, if she'd somehow managed to escape, she didn't need her telling anyone else where she was located.

No, secrecy was better in this particular situation, and that was exactly what Chrysalis had.

The Twilight doll looked up at her, her eyes making that rapid clicking noise again as she followed Chrysalis' movements. She was far too injured to try to pull herself from the table, so a simple strap attached around her shoulders was more than enough to keep her secure. The doll felt a trill of delight pulsing through her body at the simple sight of the shattered pony, strapped down and waiting for whatever ministrations Chrysalis could come up with.

She took a moment to sort through the Twilight Velvet parts on the table, and it was then that a small voice came from behind her. It was static-filled, as though part of her voice module had been broken during the fray that had shattered her frame. Chrysalis' mind sparked a curiosity: would her voice change if she replaced parts of the module with Twilight Velvet's?

There were so many questions that were unanswered, and so much opportunity for Chrysalis to explore and figure it out with the still functioning doll in front of her.

That small voice, static-ridden as it was, still spoke with perfect clarity.

"What's happening?"

Chrysalis shuddered in delight, grabbing hold of one of the Twilight Velvet's arms and turning around -- she made sure to leave enough of a line of sight between Twilight Sparkle and the table behind her that the pony-doll could see what she was being rebuilt from.

"You're broken. I'm going to figure out exactly what it takes to fix you," Chrysalis' voice wasn't kind when she spoke. It was methodical, almost clinical. Twilight Sparkle's eyes trailed down her own body, as though she'd forgotten the state of being that she was in.

And then, the most interesting thing happened.

Instead of acting afraid, or acting like something horrific was happening, the pony-doll simply raised her brows, though one was half cocked because of the shattering in her eye.

"Oh." And then a beat, "From the doll that is my model's mother?" There was only a scant amount of trepidation there, though Chrysalis could hear the disdain in her voice.

"From whatever parts I can find." She confirmed, and then brought the arm to the table where Twilight lay. The strap that held the pony-doll to the table wasn't in her way, and the bare socket where the arm was supposed to go was frayed and frazzled. She wasn't sure if she needed to smooth it out first, or if the joint would simply slide in and do most of the work for her. She lifted the arm, to begin with, fitting the piece into the gaping hole.

There was a bit of a size difference, but Chrysalis was sure it would work out just fine, once she had it fitted. She sat the arm down and grabbed a file. "This will probably hurt," her voice was a warning, but there was a salacious undertone to it.

The dark doll brought the file to Twilight's arm and started to work it back and forth across the plastic; it made a hot, acrid smell, and Chrysalis shuddered. Her pelvis, still slightly on the fritz, gave a small spark... but the pleasure that pulsed through her at the sensation of it was more than worth it. The plastic came off in small shavings that littered the floor with a dusting, like purple snow.

Twilight moaned.

Chrysalis pulled up short, her eyes widening and her sensors working overtime for a moment. It was one thing when the subject of her attentions was in pain.

It was something altogether different when they made a sound that was an echo of her own.

Perhaps it had been a fluke? Chrysalis continued to file for a moment and then jammed the arm in roughly, forcing the ball joint to attach to the slightly smaller hole. There was a faint cracking noise as the plastic and metal housing bent and strained to accommodate the hitch, and Twilight shuddered again, jerking this time as much as her body would allow.

There was no denying the fact that she was enjoying this.

Chrysalis thought that she could find the most pleasure in causing pain to people who were unwilling.

But maybe there was an entirely new facet to experience when the subject was also deriving satisfaction from what she was doing.

"You like this?"

Twilight looked up at her, her right eye clicking and sparking slightly. "It feels... it feels..." She seemed almost incapable of properly comprehending what she was feeling, incapable of putting it to words. Instead, she shuddered again, and Chrysalis watched her cum reservoir in her pelvis attempt to fill up before it sparked and shorted out.

"Good?" Chrysalis purred the word out, and Twilight Sparkle could do nothing but nod in response.

She shuddered again, her entire body attempting to spasm, but not quite having the mobility to do so. "I hate being broken." Those words were said with the spite and anger that Chrysalis had been expecting to be directed towards her, but instead, it was in her state of being.

That was an odd response -- it was one that Chrysalis took note of, and some that she was curious about. How many of her fellow dolls felt this way? They were programmed to be used as playthings... but was it so far off to think that there was more than herself -- and now this Twilight Sparkle doll -- who were against what they were designed for? It was an interesting though, and one that she filed away in her memory for later processing; it could be an entirely new quest for her, after all.

For now, her attentions focused completely on Twilight. The eyes that stared up at her were uneven and one was still cracked and sparking. Chrysalis couldn't stare at it without feeling a small, twitching sense of imbalance.

"Let me have that." Her hand came out before Twilight could react, though the purple-skinned doll did try to recoil. The restraint around her neck stopped her from getting very far, and Chrysalis easily pried her fingers beneath the shattered globe. She gave a hard squeeze, preparing to pull it from its housing... only to have the eye shatter in her hand. She quickly jerked back as the plastic went flying, and stared with wide-eyes as a small amount of fluid leaked down Twilight's cheek and left mangled wiring revealed.

She hadn't meant to do that, at all.

"I'll... come back to that." Chrysalis stared for a moment at the gaping hole -- she would have to take apart Twilight Velvet's skull and see exactly how the mechanisms worked. Now that she knew Twilight Sparkle was like her, she didn't want to risk frying her brain to fix something that wasn't hindering her functions.

She still had one good eye, after all.

"I'm sorry," the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she blinked rapidly as soon as she'd said it. Remorse wasn't something that she thought she'd been programmed with, but staring down at the twitching Twilight was an overload to her sensors.

The doll below her shrugged as best she could with her semi-functioning shoulders. "It's less irritating out than in, I suppose."

Strange. This doll was just as strange as she was, if not with the same predilection for violence. No, Twilight was her exact opposite on that spectrum, because her body was squirming on the table, and Chrysalis could tell that it wasn't from pain or terror.

Instead, she lifted her head and looked down at her mangled frame. Now that the broken eye was gone, it seemed that she was far more capable of focusing on the damage that she'd sustained.

"You can fix this?" Curiosity, interest, and only the slightest bit of annoyance at the fact that she was broken, to begin with.

"I think so." And Chrysalis, for the first time, sounded hopeful just as much as she did curious. It was a strange, thing, but she was starting to care for the pony-doll in front of her. The organics who lived above clearly didn't -- they didn't understand the power that came from breaking, and of tearing something apart. They didn't understand the savage pleasure that one could derive from being so in control. Until she'd met Twilight Sparkle, she didn't realize that the joy could be heightened if the subject itself was actually getting off on the process. There was something there, something more to it that she wanted to explore, discover, and understand.

This was one of those times that she could begin to understand why her programming had gone on the fritz; there was something more for them, for all of them. She was the beginning, and this Twilight Sparkle was the evidence that it would lead to so much more.

"I need to fix your pelvis before I can move to your legs, I think." Chrysalis tilted her head and eyed the housing. The pieces were shattered, and she shuddered to think at how a child had managed that. There were still bits and fragments left over, and the depository for the cum was cracked beyond simple repairs. The doll grinned -- she hadn't been capable of fixing a damn thing on her sister, but she knew for a fact that her pelvis worked just fine. It was the only thing that still seemed to function at the end of her short and wasted life.

Chrysalis went to the doll now, giving her one more once-over. Maybe there were other parts that she'd be able to salvage and use later, like those blank eyes that were staring up at her with no function behind them. The thought of Twilight Sparkle looking back at her with a gaze that was a mirror of her own, at least on one half of her face, was a thought. She didn't have time for that now though; she turned her hands to the pelvis of her sister-doll and started to unhook the wiring and connections. While she could be rough with quite a few things, she wanted Twilight's pelvis to function. Not only was it the only thing that would give the pony-doll balance, but it was also the only real gauge that Chrysalis would have for exactly how much Twilight Sparkle was enjoying her attentions.

She was more invested in this than she'd initially thought. She carefully detatched each wire and then pulled the entire pelvis mechanism from her sister's frame. The tank that held all built up cum was easier to remove -- they were detachable for ease of convenience. She simply unscrewed the plastic housing and brought it with her.

Chrysalis shifted her gaze to all of the broken and shattered bits inside of Twilight's pelvis. Those would have to be removed before she could make any connections. She started by pulling the reservoir out, though she had to jerk a little harder than expected because of the cracking. She finally settled on breaking the pieces out one by one before removing them -- beneath her, Twilight squirmed again, another low moan hitching its way through her chest and spilling out of her mouth.

With her frame open as it was, Chrysalis could actually hear the humming of it spilling from her core before it escaped her lips. It was something special indeed, that sensation -- the fact that their pleasure receptors seemed to catch hold of their noises before it had a chance to process up to their vocal boxes was a sight to behold. For a moment, she thought of breaking Twilight and repairing her over and over again with her chest open like this, and Chrysalis' pelvis twitched and jolted again, the sparks more violent this time, until the singed the electrical tape that held her together and left the smell of it burning through the air for a moment.

"What's that?" Twilight's brows furrowed, and she raised her head enough to look down along her frame, where Chrysalis was reconnecting the wiring attachments after screwing in the plastic container that was already re-filling with cum.

"It wasn't you," Chrysalis responded curtly, and gave the pelvis a hard shove so that it clicked into place in Twilight's body.

Instantly, the pony-doll whimpered and then cried out in pure pleasure, and the cunt that had been soaked with her sister's cum earlier gave a small pulse and spilled a new gush of the fluid that Twilight had been collecting.

Ah, that was better -- Chrysalis wanted to see her physical reactions to what she was doing. She wanted to watch Twilight squirt her sweet cream while she was tearing her legs apart and giving her new ones.

And she would have to tear those legs apart. Chrysalis looked down at the broken joints and bare ball bearings. Shattered plastic had made a home there, and there was nothing to be done for it except for to completely clear out the area and start over.

"Hmmm," for a moment, she wasn't exactly sure how to tackle this. The shattered fragments of pelvis had been easy enough to handle -- she'd simply pulled those out and threw them to the side. The legs were something altogether different; their manufactures had seen to it that they wouldn't snap off at the slightest touch. The pelvis was removable because it was protected behind their housing and incapable of being touched without tampering.

The legs were bolted properly into place, and could only be removed with a great force.

It was a good thing that she'd made her home in some human's tool bench, because she had just the thing for it.

Chrysalis disappeared to Twilight's calls of curiosity, but she quickly returned with a pair of needle nose pliers in her hands. They were overly large in her arms, but she could manage them.

"This should give me the access that I need." And without any pomp or circumstance, she shoved the pliers into the socket of Twilight's leg with such force that the purple body jerked upward and pulled against the restrained on her neck that still held her in place. Just because she was feeling affectionate didn't mean that she was going to release her, or that she was going to cut down on her own power-plays of pleasure.

Twilight screamed, but the scream was accented with another squirt of cum; her body was working to replenish her stock of fluids as quickly as it could, but Chrysalis had no intention of allowing that tank to fill. She twisted the pliers to a sharp craaaack sound, and the pony-doll screamed again, another gush of fluids spattering so hard that it spilled against Chrysalis' chest and slicked down along her frame. In response, her own pussy twitched, the soft silicon there trembling and twitching until fluid began to leak and spill between her legs at the pleasure that was coursing and pooling through her at the way that Twilight's body spasmed and jerked.

It was so...

Sexy.

Chrysalis twisted the pliers again, getting a good grip on the rubber handle before using the entirety of her weight to pull back. With another loud cracking, ripping sound, the socket that held the broken limbs in place twisted and cracked and then jerked completely from her body -- she'd been careful, though. She'd learned her lesson from breaking her sister. The pliers had been there for a reason; she was only ripping away the leg housing, not screwing with the attachments that crawled into the chest.

And perfectly, unbroken, Twilight screamed again, and then fell into a frenzy of moaning and twitching as the orgasm that had been threatening her from the moment that Chrysalis had started ripping through her tore through her entire body in a frenzy of sensation that left her speechless. The socket of her eye twitched and then sparked out, as though the globe that should have been there needed to roll back into her head. The other eye snapped shut, and she shuddered as her cunt pulsed -- Chrysalis could see the purple lips there, slightly darker than the rest of her body, twisting and quivering as cum spilled and shot as hard and as fast as her body could produce it from her frame.

She stepped back, allowing the pony-doll to feel the pleasure pulsing through her, but also to pull the broken legs from the table behind her. She would walk with Twilight Velvet's strut, but she'd walk.

When it seemed that Twilight was coming down from the edges of her orgasm, Chrysalis moved forward again. There was nothing careful about her movements, and there was nothing careful about the way that she shoved the legs into the now completely stripped sockets that laid bare before her. There was another grinding sound, and a few sparks as metal and plastic hit against one another, connections being forced to splice together so that the legs would have the power to function.

Chrysalis could already see the problem though. While the left leg had fit into the hole well enough, the right wasn't quite staying attached. The wiring and connectors were exposed at the hip, and that was only going to suffice in breaking Twilight again before she meant for it to happen.

That wouldn't suffice at all.

She turned for the same tape that she'd used on her cunt, and started to wrap vigorously at Twilight's hip, until it looked as though the pony-doll almost had on a pair of crotchless, latex shorts.

Chrysalis arched a brow, and leaned in close -- her entire front was soaked with Twilight's cum, and she could see that the pony-doll in front of her was completely dry of it yet again.

It was perfect. She was perfect -- all of those exposed pieces were lit up, the wires firing, and each beeping light giving off the colors that it was supposed to give. Yes, there would clearly be some aesthetic issues, and she wasn't sure that Twilight was going to be able to move as properly as she should...

But she'd fixed her, and she'd done it without her sparking and breaking in the same way that her sister had over and over again. There was a surge of pure and unadulterated orgasmic delight that pulsed through Chrysalis, until her pelvis, still malfunctioning, burst into another spark of flame that she actually had to bat out as cum ran hard and fast down her legs and spattered to soak the floor. She writhed there above Twilight Sparkle, letting the pleasure of it sear through her and make her shiver in delight.

Only after her body had stopped trembling did she lean in to put on the finishing touches with the electrical tape -- a few strips here and there, and Twilight's chest casing was closed up.

For all intents and purposes, the doll was fixed.

Chrysalis leaned forward and unfastened the restraints that had held her to the table -- she took a step back. "Can you stand?"

For a moment, Twilight seemed not to process the question. It may have been the last vestiges of orgasm that were still rolling through her, or the fact that her processors -- while functioning -- had still sustained a bit of damage. After a second, though, she pushed herself back from the table.

It took her a few swings of her upper body, but she got herself to her feet. Immediately, she wobbled and nearly fell -- she grabbed the table to catch herself. It took a few minutes of her trying to figure out how to make the new legs work, but eventually Twilight was able to manage something between a limb and a hop to move.

She stepped towards Chrysalis, and the pony-doll felt another shudder of pleasure rock through her. Twilight was her creation -- she'd fixed her, repaired her. She was hers.

The purple doll stumbled forward, and Chrysalis caught her against her chest. She shifted her around, sitting her back on the table where she had the spare parts of Twilight Velvet still laid out.

"Let's finish this up, then?" She tore more tape from the roll and patched up the tears in Twilight's original arm, one of the only limbs that she still possessed that was her own. She was more careful this time, gently pressing and smoothing the tape into place so that it fit seamlessly against Twilight's skin. The purple pony shifted her other hand forward, and there was twisting, popping noise -- a slight crunch... and she forced her hand back into the socket with a small twitch of her fingers.

"Perfect." Chrysalis murmured the words, and brushed a strand of hair from Twilight's face.

The doll looked back at her, and a slow smile spread her lips -- it was an unspoken exchange between the two of them. They'd shared something, the two of them. It was the start of a new relationship, and Chrysalis was looking forward to whatever depravity and pleasure came next.