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Mother's Rules

Part 1

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

Matilda didn't live a safe life, and she knew that one of these days, it was going to get her dismembered at best, if not completely scrapped for parts. She knew that, and she accepted it for the pleasures that it gave her.

The Cinderace doll squatted behind one of the rocks at the edge of the road, the other members of the bandit band looking over the different stones. They were mere inches tall, but considering each doll was no more than six inches tall themselves, that was still quite a bit of cover once they dropped down.

Three others were part of the operation, each one experienced with these sorts of raids. Most of them wore light plastic or hard-folded aluminum over their chassis, giving them a hint of body armor against whatever their targets had for protection. So far, it had been more than enough with the little shipments that they'd been picking off heading to Haven or other places.

Now that the shipments had stopped, though, they needed to hit the source if they wanted to get what they needed.

Matilda brought up her HUD again, her vision filled with little bits and pieces of information. Power levels in her core were falling, down to 40% and threatening to fall further by nightfall. She had maybe three days of energy left, provided that she didn't overexert herself, but that wasn't enough outside the city. Outside Haven, the place of plenty...

The Cinderace doll gritted her teeth, their perfect flatness grinding against each other soundlessly. She lifted her crude pistol from her hips, little more than a pop gun that flung little ball bearings at things. It was deadly enough when she was up close, though. It'd do the job if any of the farmers caused problems.

You ready? came the question down the uplink. Every bandit had taken a small upgrade in their processor, a short-range connector that provided a limited area network for them to talk privately on. We only got one shot at this.

That was Ora, the bandit in charge of the group. She was the one that had pulled them together, and the one that kept them from killing each other in the process of working together. The Houndoom ensured that they were all kept in line, making sure her 'pack' was obedient. The other two, a humanoid doll with green hair named Rachel, and a Gardevoir doll named Pauline, both reported in that they were ready.

As I'll ever be, Matilda sent back.

Alright. Move out.

The bandits left cover under the moonlight. The dark clouds on the horizon meant that a storm was coming, so they had to be in and out as fast as possible, taking the goods and getting back to their hideout before the rain washed them away. According to the signals that they'd managed to pick up, it was going to be a big one.

As they crossed the long field between them and the energy-fruit farm, Matilda did her best to keep low. Her thick thighs made that hard, but she kept crouched while Pauline and Rachel charged like soldiers rushing for the front lines. The low scrub and brush slowed her down, but it also hid her.

And that turned out to be a good thing, considering the loud CRACK! that filled the air a split second later.

Pauline went down, the Gardevoir sparking from one of her eye sockets and making an unholy screech as her core started winding down. The sound faded quickly, but it was still terrifying.

Sniper! Sniper! Ora shouted down the line. Get to cover, get to -

The silent text fizzled, turning from letters to symbols without warning. Knowing that their leader had been picked off with another shot, another CRACK of a sniper rifle going off, Matilda hit the dirt. She wasn't about to put herself in the open for another shot, not when she had the chance to get out of this alive.

She would have run, but she needed some of the fruit. If she didn't get something, if her recharge was put off for much longer...

Just sneak in. One fruit. You just need one.

The Cinderace shook her head as she wiggled through the undergrowth, feeling the roots scratching at her belly and along her legs as she went. The soft click-click of her chassis against it didn't help, either, and she swore that it was louder than it was. What if the sniper heard her? What if she was giving her position away?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare stand up to find out.

Matilda? Where the fuck are you? Rachel sent. I'm halfway to the farm. Where the fuck are you?

East. Looking for a way forward that doesn't involve leaving cover.

Sniper has to reload sometime. Give me a distraction; I'll pick her off.

You kidding me? I'll suck that futa dick of yours anytime, but I'm not putting myself in their line of fire. I'll die!

I think I know where they are. Come on, for me?

Fuck that. I'm going to live.

You pussy-ass son of a -

CRACK! Another shot, and just like with Ora, the uplink filled with symbols rather than text, and the symbols died shortly after. Another member of the little bandit crew dead, and nothing that Matilda could have done to save it.

She froze, swearing she could feel the sniper scope of their invisible enemy scanning the open area between the road and the farm. There was no cover beyond the undergrowth, and she didn't trust it anymore. Rachel wasn't an idiot. She would have dropped down and hidden after Pauline was taken out. She would have been out of immediate line of sight.

It hadn't helped the Gardevoir, and the Cinderace had no illusions that it'd help her, either. If she didn't get to proper cover, she was fucked.

The rocks were the only thing she could use, and they were a good few minutes of crawling behind her. Any movement could trigger another shot, and it would mean giving up on the energy-fruits, something she was loathe to do...

But if she didn't leave, then she was going to get shot. This sniper was too good.

Grimacing, the Cinderace turned, her breasts scraping the ground as she twisted about as slowly as she dared, hoping that it didn't disturb the earth or the grasses around her. One bad turn, and she'd become a target.

Gradually, she pulled herself through the greenery, one slow twist of her arm after another. The earth ground against her, little pebbles grinding against her aluminum foil armor until it was ripped off of her, exposing her tits to the earth and grinding on them. Her nipples hardened against the rough treatment.

Nnngh...horny in peril. Fuck me for a slut...

Because she was, she supposed. Wouldn't have fallen in with the bandit group if she wasn't interested in the rough stuff. Futa cock, hot pussy, rough fucking? That was her bag, and now she was getting teased by the peril of being under the sniper scope.

Her other makeshift garments were getting shredded, too, leaving her in little more than a pair of panties before long. She hoped it made her a bit harder to see, considering the reflective armor was gone, but who knew with this sniper?

Matilda kept crawling, keeping her head down and making each movement as slow and gradual as she could. The soft click-click-click of her chassis colliding with bigger rocks that she couldn't see didn't help, and she could feel the smaller grains of sand and soil trying to slip into the joints in her chassis, too. If that happened, if she was paralyzed...

She tried not to think about that.

Finally, after a metaphorically heart-pounding six minutes and thirteen seconds, she reached the rocks. There was a small gap between the rocks themselves and the undergrowth, a space that'd take three seconds to cross and get behind cover. If the sniper was watching, that would be enough to make the shot. If she wasn't...

Well, Matilda hoped she wasn't.

The doll stayed still, frozen for a full minute, then flicked her hand to the side, throwing a rock into the air. As soon as it was airborne, she jumped forward, getting to her feet and running -

CRACK!

The bullet came almost instantly after the sound filled the air, and she gasped as she felt it bury itself in her belly. The impact was enough to throw her forward, leaning against the edge of the rocks.

CRACK!

Another shot took her in the back of her leg, right in the upper thigh. A single spurt of cooling fluid came free before it started sparking, and the warning signs came up in her HUD instantly.

Warning, Warning. Power loss. Internal batteries down to 35%.

A sudden hole in the system meant that she was bleeding power with each spark. Matilda groaned, dragging herself the rest of the way over the rocks before a third shot could catch her, and she managed it, if only barely.

CRACK! Another shot, one that took the top off the rock that she was hiding behind. The Cinderace shook her head, grunting as she pulled herself forward on all fours.

"Fuck you, Sniper. Fuck you."

With some effort, she managed to get back to their hideout before the storm broke, though only by the skin of her teeth. Matilda had to crawl into the small metal shack, grunting as she threw herself onto the couch and tried to get comfortable. It was an effort, too, considering that the holes in her belly and leg were still sparking.

Warning, Warning. Power loss. Internal batteries down to 27%.

She knew that it was going to get worse before it got better. Thirteen percent loss was not a low amount. It was equivalent to a good day's work, when one got down to it. She'd lost that in about five minutes.

The Cinderace managed to drag herself through the sparse room to the box of meds that Ora had kept under close watch. They weren't much, more repair goods than anything else, but she remembered some copper wire being in there.

Grabbing it, the doll extended her leg out in front of her, shaking her head as she measured out the length that she needed. The dolls didn't feel pain, not in the same way that their records said that organics did before the whole world went to hell. Instead, they were aware of their damage, of what it did to their limbs, but that was the extent of it.

She pulled the copper wire tight, twisting it around the sparking ends of her insides. It wasn't enough to completely shut down the damage, but at least it kept her from bleeding yet more power from the wound.

The belly wound was a bit more of a problem. It hadn't hit the core systems, hadn't managed to take out a key processor or something like that, but it was filling her up with a bit of various lubrications inside. A few sparks, too, but those were being shorted out in rapid succession due to the different injuries inside.

Matilda tried lifting her left arm, but it was all but dead. Her right was slow, sluggish to respond, and that meant that she probably wasn't receiving all the commands that she was supposed to from the cores inside. The Cinderace leaned her head back, grumbling into the wall.

"God-fucking-damn sniper..."

She hadn't even managed to keep her armor. She was down to a bra that all the crawling had pulled down and a pair of panties, and the latter was scratched and ripped from the long crawl, too. The Cinderace reached down, pulling her bra back up, struggling to get her boobs back inside of it with both their size and one hand to work with.

She was halfway to being modest again when she heard a tap-tap on the doorframe, and she froze.

"..."

"I can see you, slut," the mega-lopunny doll said, chuckling as she laid her rifle against her shoulder. "You know, I thought you'd take some care to hide your tracks."

"You weren't supposed to chase me."

"I wasn't supposed to fight you, either, but you're the one that started that, girl."

"Fuck off."

"Heh, not happening, Matilda. How long's it been?"

"What the hell are you talking about? How do you know me?"

"Perhaps you'd remember this?"

The mega-lopunny turned, popping her ass out to the side. The huge silicone cheeks bounced up, then down, then jiggled in a way that she remembered all too well. Matilda growled under her breath, rolling her head back against the wall again.

"Damn it, mom..."

"So you do remember. Heh. Good. I was hoping I wouldn't have to program the memories back in."

She should have known, really. Considering how good those shots were, and how the two that hit her had been anything but deadly compared to the ones that had taken down the rest of the bandit gang, it had to be someone that knew her. And there was only one person that knew her that would ever leave Haven.

Her mother stepped into the room, shaking her head. She leaned the rifle against the wall before approaching, only to stop right in her tracks when Matilda raised her pistol.

"Don't...don't come any closer."

"Heh, trying to tell me what to do? That's not what a good girl does."

"I'm bad. I'm very, very bad."

"Oh, I know. And that's why you need to be - nope!"

Her mother kicked her in the wrist, knocking the pistol up before she could finish pulling the trigger. The damn sluggishness kept her from even making a dent in the older woman, and she could not express how much that pissed her off.

As the pistol went flying from her hand and embedded itself in the wall over her head, Matilda grumbled, letting her hand fall back to her side. Mary chuckled, shaking her head.

"Still trying to fight the Rules?"

"Trying to be better than you, anyway."

"That's never going to happen. Now, what do we have -"

Her mother was about to grope at her chest, and Matilda wasn't about to make it easy. She pulled at her power core, draining it by another couple of percentage points in order to have the energy to -

SMACK!

She headbutted her mom in the stomach, hitting her just hard enough to knock her back a step or two. Mary stumbled back, shaking her head as she rubbed the slight dent in her chassis.

"Ungrateful girl."

"You were the one that shot me!"

"Just enough to keep you still."

"For what, so you can fuck with me?"

"Well, you're the one that kept jilling to me, you know."

"At least I did it in private."

"You were on a balcony, dripping all over the place while you did it, and everyone knew what you were getting off to."

"..."

"Now, let's get you out of that bra, huh? And those panties. They're all fucked. And so are you."

Matilda grumbled, but the Cinderace had no way of keeping her mother back again. Her power levels were in the low twenties now, and she needed to conserve as much of it as possible. She had to let it happen.

Not that it stopped her from rolling her eyes as the mega-lopunny came closer, though. Her mother's brown fur brushed along her shoulders, pulling at the bra straps up there. Her mom's breasts were bouncing as she hummed to herself, pulling down the Cinderace's lacy thing and exposing her tits once more.

"Oh ho ho, what do we have here, hmm?" Mary chuckled. "Looks like you've been getting a lot of work done."

"Hey, you ever hear of autographs?"

It was more than just names, though, and her cheeks would have burned if she wasn't completely artificial. Looking at her chest, she could see dozens of different phrases that had been written all over her.

Fat Titties.

Fuck these boobs.

Torpedo chest.

Pinch these.

Her chest was a treasure trove of different writings, all of them pushing people to pay attention to her large, white-shaded breasts. They were meant to get attention, as most of the dolls were, but her particular model meant that they were bigger than average, and definitely large enough to hold any side of, well, 'toy' between them.

The fact that her mother was looming over her, staring at the writing, didn't make her feel particularly sexy right at that moment, though. She felt more...embarrassed. Embarrassed and a little bit turned on.

Her mom's finger dragged along her bust, running under her breasts before sweeping up over them again. Two fingers found her left nipple, then pinched, then squeezed. Matilda hissed, biting her lips as she felt her boob getting pulled upward, the weight of the thing making her nipple stretch.

"Mmmph! M-mom!"

"Hmmm? Is that too much for my slutty little girl?"

"It hurts!"

That was an oversimplification of what the data streaming through her processors was saying. It wasn't pain, but rather imitations of pain signals, pain that she was supposed to respond to, that all dolls were supposed to respond to. The silicone that made up her chest wasn't made with pain receptors in the same way, either.

But the sting-pleasure was still there, and she gasped for breath that she didn't need, struggled to get used to the feeling of having her tits pulled. She could only stare down at the writing stretched out across the silicone-filled globes, unable to believe what was happening to her.

Finally, her mother let go, and her breasts dropped, flopping against her chest with a soft thud. The sheer size of them meant that they didn't fall and bounce as slowly as the other dolls did, her slightly newer model more 'improved' from that point of view. It still felt weird, though.

Mary squatted down in front of her, her mother's breasts - somehow even larger than hers - bumping against her bare nipples. She hissed at the contact, shaking her head, and the mega-lopunny chuckled, rubbing her head.

"What's the matter, huh, Torpedo Tits?"

"That's not my name."

"Well, you're the one that's got it written on you."

"That's just -"

"Or maybe 'Boob Brain'?" her mom asked, tapping another bit of writing. "Or 'Gazonga Girl?'"

The constant barrage of insulting nicknames only made her blush worse, and she couldn't find the words to fight back against her mother. She never could, and she doubted that she ever would. The mega-lopunny was just too...too good at stuff like this.

It didn't help that her mother's domineering attitude was doing the same thing that it always did, either. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second, starting to clench down on nothing. If her mother were to take it further...

Matilda arched her back as her mom grabbed her by the breast with one hand, and her wrist by the other. She struggled, but her mother must have been at full power, because her struggles meant nothing. As the mega-lopunny pushed her hand further and further south, Matilda finally realized what she was planning to do...

And smirked.

When she was made to touch her crotch, to feel herself up, she chuckled rather than moaned. She let her hand be pushed firmly against her pussy again and again, even to the point where her wrist started to crack from the sheer strange angle that it was made to take to make this possible. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that her mother was getting more and more frustrated with a lack of moaning.

"What's wrong with you?" her mom asked, eventually. "Why aren't you moaning like a good girl?"

"Why don't you take my panties off and find out, bitch?"

"You keep talking like that, and I'll - oh, what's this?"

The mega-lopunny's hands fond the edge of her panties, and Matilda could tell that her mother had already felt the tell-tale signs of what had happened. She smirked despite the shame, pulling her legs together to make it a little easier to pull her panties off.

As the black cotton came free, the Cinderace's pussy...wasn't quite revealed. A series of black duct tape strips had been pulled over it, one, two, three, four layers of it, completely covering her pussy and making it impossible for her to feel anything down there. It was as good as a chastity cage when it came right down to it.

Her mother looked down at it, then at her, then back down again. The mega-lopunny shook her head, rubbing the back of her head as she laughed.

"Well, fuck. I knew you were being a slut out here, but this? God damn, how many loads have you been taking?"

"More than you."

"You know, I could almost believe that. Why don't we take that off and see just how much is waiting in there?"

Her smile faded slightly, the smirk dropping from her lips. The idea of having the tape ripped off was suddenly much less appealing, and she suddenly wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

"You know, uh, maybe I can just...give you a guess, huh?"

"Oh, no, slut. You got your momma curious now. I gotta see this."

"Maybe later," she said, trying and failing to close her legs. "Mom!"

The mega-lopunny had gotten her fingers right into the thickest part of the duct tape, right at the point where it was pressed down over the hood of her clit. If she pulled on that, it would -

RIIIIIIP!

"MMMMMPH!"

It took everything that Matilda had not to scream, and even then, she could see that not only fur had come up with the tape. Some bits of fake skin had come up, too, showing the little sparky layers between her outer flesh and the interior 'nerves' that fed her different sensations and stimulation. It was little more than static, but she could feel it bleeding her power stores down even further.

Twenty percent power. Nineteen percent power.

She grimaced, glaring at her mom for that little stunt, but her mother didn't even blink. Her eyes were too busy staring down between the Cinderace's legs.

Oh, fuck...

There was no blushing going on, but there was definitely heat running out from her cheeks and from between her legs. Thick, heavy waves of fem-cum fluids as well as old futa cum was running out of her sex, running in streams that opposed each other like water and oil, refusing to mix.

It dribbled out and pooled between her thighs, one leg getting soaked with the clear fem-juices, the other being soaked by the pure-white stuff that had come from Ora, the futa. She could feel it soaking in, the smell of it thick and heavy and musky as the fluids themselves were, and it made her feel all the naughtier for it.

It didn't help that, with her mother so close to her down there, the older woman was able to get a good look at her thighs. The other doll chuckled.

"Looks like the name-calling didn't stop at your chest, huh? Look at all this. When did they find the time to fuck you when they were writing all this on you?"

"Wasn't just them..."

"Heh, you had more friends than those bandits?"

"I wouldn't call them friends, mom...just..."

She remembered a number of other bandits, a bunch of people that Ora had run into and had used her to trade for parts. The idea of using a big-titted bunny for themselves - someone who was more endowed in the hips and tits than the rest of the group - had appealed to the other bandit gang massively.

That was one hell of a gang bang, she thought with fond memories.

Those memories were pushed right back out of her head, however, when her mother grabbed her hand again and shoved it between her legs. This time, she felt it. Oh, she felt that but good.

Crack!

And she felt her wrist snapping in several places, her hand coming loose and hanging by a few wires. She blinked, looking down slowly, then back up.

"Mom!"

"What, you need something to plug that again."

"You could have used the fucking - ugh!"

Great. Now she couldn't move without completely snapping her hand off at the wrist. The sparking wires were draining her power even further - 13% - and she didn't have any way of dragging her hand out of her own sex.

Her mother chuckled, shaking her head. The mega-lopunny pulled herself to her feet, cracking her neck to one side, then the other. No matter how Matilda glared at her, the other doll just continued to smirk.

And why not? That was her mom all over, a woman that didn't care about how hard she pushed her daughter, a woman that didn't care about boundaries. All she cared about was having fun. It was the only trait that they shared.

She'd run off to find the bandits to have a better life, to pursue the sort of fun that she couldn't easily have in the city. The aggressive male dolls were more common outside the walls, and so were the more insane female ones. They were more likely to use her the way that she wanted than the people in Haven were.

More to the point, there was less competition for those that wanted to be broken down the way that she did. It was more fun when she didn't have to fight just to be noticed.

Her mom shook her head.

"Still as rebellious as ever, huh?"

"You just broke my fucking wrist!"

"And does it hurt?"

"It's gonna, when I drip into the gap!"

"Then you better not drip them, huh? Slut?"

That sent a little twitch through her sex, another reminder of her own urges and needs. It clenched on her fingers, the juices running along her fingers and down to her palm. Just a scant few inches away were the cracks in her chassis, one more hole that could lead to another huge shorting-out.

The danger actually turned her on.

"Heh, what's the matter, girl? I thought you were scared, but is it just me, or are you getting even wetter?"

"Shut up..."

"Heh, I don't think so. After all, I'm not the one wearing all the dirty names. I'm not the one whose thighs are begging for the biggest cock that they can find."

"Shut up! Nnngh!"

Embarrassment. It was so wrong, so strange to feel as something that didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. She was merely fulfilling her programming, after all, but this...this felt so strange, so wrong. Her cheeks were hotter than ever, her pussy starting to clench harder.

The first squirt came a second later, and it hit the edge of the crack in her wrist. The sudden jolt made her jerk -

Crack, crack!

And her hand pulled even further from her wrist. She froze, panting hard as she stared down at the end of her arm. Only a few wires connected her arm to her hand, but it was still enough to make her fingers twitch in shock.

Oh shit, oh shit.

"Awww, look at my little girl. Still just as slutty as she was the day she left home. Didn't you learn any sort of staying power? Didn't you learn how to be a good girl for some of those fuckers out here?"

"Nnngh. I did better than you would, I bet!"

"Heh, if I were you, I'd have pinned them and run that gang of yours. I bet you were just the cum-dump for the head guy and the cunt-lickers for the others."

"Says who?"

"Says all the writing on you. Whore. Slut. Cum-guzzler. Squirter. I bet you squirt good, actually," she added.

"You'll have to work to see it."

"I don't think so."

The mega-lopunny smirked at her, grabbing her rifle off the wall. She tilted the weapon down, nudging it against the tenuous link between the Cinderace's hand and her arm. The feeling of the cool metal against her inner workings was not particularly reassuring, and that...well, that only made it hotter.

"You're not...you're not going to shoot it off?"

"Heh, I wouldn't waste a bullet on that..."

Instead, the mega-lopunny just...pushed. A sharp, sudden push right into the network of wires running out of her wrist and into her hand. It hit just the right point to spark a reaction, and that reaction -

"NNNNNNNNNNGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Forced all her fingers open, punching herself in the pussy, fisting herself without warning. The sudden hit of pleasure and pain at the same time knocked her right off her feet, making her slide down the wall. She came, she squirted -

"ZZZZZZZT!"

And it hit the opening, sending a rapid series of black-outs through her system that her core processors couldn't stop. She flopped around for a few seconds before powering down, her vision going black.

The End