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Penny had wanted to be a horse since 8th grade, when she'd read Black Beauty in classic literature class. And no, not the kind of horse that half her classmates were, or wanted to be - the trend in 2114 was toward genetic modification, and animals were in. It was retro now. The old extendable limb and spidersilk hair was a passing fad, and furries were back.

Most of her classmates stemmed from the 2100 trends of their parents splicing animal D.N.A. to create two-legged wolves, horses, and above all, foxes. These mods were generally pretty compatible with plain old human genetics, to the point that even the children inherited these traits, resulting in the first generation that could barely be described as "human". Penny was one of the last genetically pure humans in her grade thanks to her parents. They'd never been taken by fads, and while the rest of their generation was growing red fur and expressive ears, Penny's parents stuck to the tried and true cybernetic implants. They hadn't let Penny pierce her ears, much less entertain any genetic modification until she was eighteen.

Now the fourteen-year-old was a sophomore in high school, and despite her parents' objections, she knew it was time to embrace her true self. For two years, she'd longed to be a horse, hoping that Genumod would produce the technology she needed. Because she didn't want to be a furry. She wanted to be a horse. Four legs, running through the field, prancing with the other horses in the environmental seclusion zones. What was the point of high school when she just wanted to throw her old life aside and live as a pony?

Her parents would never understand, and so they wouldn't know until it was too late. Society had long ago given children the right to make decisions about their self-identification. Sadly, her dream of becoming a true, flesh-and-blood horse was still years away - that level of genetic modification was neither in high demand, nor especially easy. But the newsvids had finally piqued Penny's interest. Cybucorp.

The procedure was technically reversible, but she wouldn't need that. Cybucorp could take the data that composed her brain, and combine it with the required brain tissue that digital technology hadn't been able to replicate yet, and implant both into a robotic shell of customizable design, and the lowest price package was affordable even to the 14-year-old. They had a variety of robotic models, but the Welsh Pony was what she wanted most - a slim, short, beautiful mare. She could spend her entire allowance and then travel to the environmental seclusion zone to live the rest of her life with the wildlife, since the company promised this model would fool any horse.

"I-is it...compatible?" she'd asked, in a video call to their sales rep. "Reproductively?" Penny had never blushed so much before in her life. But the representative explained that her new body's reproductive tract would maintain its function. Their models used a combination of smooth titanium to provide sturdiness and structure, as well as a pliable soft metal that was smooth and plush, with a give almost like skin. Solid metal plates along the shoulders, hips, and legs were connected by movable, soft metal joints. The artificial circulatory and thyroid systems would emulate all the hormones necessary for life as a pony. She could finally live her dream of joining a herd and bearing the lead stallion's foal.

Not that she was about to tell Dennis_that_ part! Her only real friend at school, he'd approached her while she was still halfway through Black Beauty to point out how much he loved that book and felt so sad and then happy for the horse. While the vixens at school were sneaking off to the bathroom with the football team, Dennis and Penny were in the back of the library, talking about books and horses and ignoring the fact that no one looked twice at a boring human anymore. They could be human together - at least, as far as Dennis seemed to be concerned.

Penny had other ideas. "I'm...going away, Dennis," she admitted, once the money had transferred to Cybucorp.

"That's a weird way to say it. It almost sounds like you aren't coming back," he said, scratching his short, brown hair.

Penny paused, looking away from the vid screen. "I'm not. Look, don't tell my parents, okay, or they'll stop me. I'm sick of being what I'm not - not on the inside. I shouldn't even risk telling you, but I owe you that much. You're the one thing that kept me going through eighth and ninth grade, Dennis."

"W-what are you going to do?" he asked, leaning forward in concern.

The fourteen-year-old shook her head. "Just know that I'll finally be what I was always meant to be."

Cocking his head, the young man said, "Gene modification? Don't tell me you're going furry on me, just to look more like a horse." But if she was just undergoing superficial change, she wouldn't be talking like she was moving away. "Or..."

Penny sighed. "I can't tell you more. Just know that I love you and I likely won't be seeing you ever again."

"Penny, wait -"

But she'd already hung up the phone. The next day, she took the bus downtown, instead of school, like her parents expected. Dennis didn't tip them off, thankfully, and so she walked confidently into the Cybucorp offices.

"Your payment has cleared, Penny," the secretary explained. "Wait here until our technicians are ready to walk you through the process."

Waiting there, Penny noticed other excited, nervous people, though none were as young as she was. Transfer to a new robotic body was an expensive and extreme process! She lost her breath as she saw one happy customer, a robotic Great Dane, emerging from the engineering bay. Shiny steel metal plates made up the key external structures of the female creature, walking as smoothly as a real dog, the flexible soft metal sliding and stretching to account for her steps. Other than the lack of fur, she was as good as a real Dane, sacrificing her hands for a life as someone's pet. But despite that bargain, a smile crossed her new muzzle. Penny wondered if this woman (or man, she supposed), had paid extra for the "back-up plan", her human body held in stasis in case she invoked the return clause, or if she was so sure about her new life as a pet dog that she'd had her old body cremated.

Despite her confidence, Penny had decided to wait the extra three months to keep the back-up plan, though she highly doubted she would ever need it.

"Here's the contract, as you've seen online. You should probably read it once again to make sure you didn't miss anything," her engineer explained brusquely, as they moved to the robotics bay.

She hadn't missed anything. She'd read it over a thousand times. She'd hired a lawyer to examine the contract to make sure there were no surprises. She'd been particularly careful to understand the three laws of robotics and how they might apply to a human consciousness in a robotic shell.

First: A robot may not injure a person or, through inaction, allow a person to come to harm.

Second: A robot must obey the orders given it by people except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

Third: A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.

None would apply in the environmental exclusion zone. Humans never entered and only remotely monitored and kept the wildlife refuge in check. But the contract only enforced the first law. Few would risk a robotic body if they were forced to obey all organic people for the rest of their lives, nor were organic minds likely to harm their own existence. That left only the first law, and Penny had never hurt, nor wanted to hurt a fly much less a person. That law was left in place to prevent the political nightmare of some person becoming a robotic lion or monster and mowing through people. It would have no effect on her.

"I didn't miss anything, sir," she explained. A quick scan of the contract revealed no changes from the one she'd reviewed in detail, and Penny quickly signed it, and took a deep breath.

The technician smiled. "Cybucorp has a 100% satisfaction rate. No one has ever wanted to come back to their human bodies. Still, I see the sense in paying a little extra to keep your human shell online."

Penny nodded in agreement. It was hard to beat that level of satisfaction. In fact, it was a little hard to believe...but considering how sure you had to be before replacing your body with a robotic one, it made sense to her.

"Fill out the chassis visualization profile, and double-check that all the options and modifications are to your preference, and we can get you transferred to your new body immediately."

"My true body," she explained.

"Right."

Penny had always been careful and she was careful once again, checking each setting twice before signing off and hopping on the surgical bay. "When you wake up," he explained, "You will have complet..."

His voice trailed off as she drifted to sleep.

* * * * *

When Penny awoke, she could immediately tell things were different. Her mind was sharp and clear, despite just waking up from what felt like the deepest sleep she could ever have imagined. Her eyes focused, a gentle whirring and the softest of clicks ringing out as she focused on the wall of the lab. She'd been moved to the floor, on her side.

No, she hadn't, she realized. There, on the operating table, lay someone she'd only seen in vids or on camera. Her human body. Her false self, lying still and gently breathing. Penny lifted her head, her neck smoothly craning with a soft metal ring as she glanced at her technician, leaning down next to her to remove the extension cables. She stared down at his hands as they reached for her abdomen. A panel along her belly was open, golden metal revealing the black and steel of electronic components. The cable attached just inside, and with a grunt, the man unplugged her metal umbilical cord. She was reborn.

The panel closed, her barrel smooth, but pliable and soft, the soft metal giving way just below to her even softer bits. Penny stared down between her legs at the twin mounds, synthetic, black silicone teats before curling down around the rest of her rump, which she couldn't see. She knew from the blueprints that the rest of her tender parts were just as soft, ending in a long, blonde tail. Smooth amber metal composed her hind legs, with black heat vents on her flanks, ending in hooves that beat a true horse with thirty-four points of articulation for gripping surfaces, the bottoms of which glowed with a dull pink light.

When Penny tried to look where her hands used to be, she realized her front hooves just didn't curve that way. She had to tuck them up against her chest to see the glowing hooves. She could, at least, see her blonde mane, a few tufts of hair descending in front of her sideways-spaced eyes. Her field of view was insane, and now that all sensors were online, she could feel like never before - she felt the cold washing along her belly, and the heat trapped beneath her. She could smell everything in the room, even the sandwich her technician had eaten for lunch.

"Try getting up, Penny," he said, backing away.

On her side, Penny initiated the standing protocol, and it felt as natural as breathing. Her upper body rolled to the side, legs splaying out along the tile floor before splaying out. Her hooves locked magnetically to the metal beneath, gripping extra strong as her rump rotated with a metallic whirring, her back hooves pinned up beneath her before extending. Her leg servos engaged, lifting her up to all fours. With a flourish, she tossed her head, her mane flying as she took her first step. "Amazing!" she announced.

"All diagnostics nominal. The transfer is complete with no complications. Congratulations, Penny."

There she stood, her shoulders reaching the man's chest. She was only twelve hands high, or three feet. While most girls her age were starving themselves to weigh less, Penny had just paid to go from 110 pounds to 300! Amber gold was her primary color, marked by black fuzz on her extremities, aside from her pure gold ears. Blond hair spilled down in lustrous glory from her head and neck, and flowed like a waterfall down the metallic nub that was the base of her tail. Aside from her abdominal interface panel, there was a backup under her left front shoulder, and a redundant charging port just beneath her tail. After all, a robot had no need for the typical system there. She couldn't see herself down there, but below that, she knew she had a black-fuzzed teardrop, not even soft metal. To make herself more accommodating, this important interface was silicone-based, with pores for secretions and rotating bands for tightening and loosening.

Taking a few tentative steps, Penny moved all her body parts in sequence, amazed at her control. It all felt so natural! "Thank you, doctor - I cannot tell you how much this means to me."

"We'll put your old body into life-support, but be aware - it will continue to age, while your current body should last several hundred years, or longer as technology advances. We cannot guarantee the lifetime of your human body. If you decide to reunify, I would recommend you make that decision sooner rather than later. What will you do, now?"

Penny said, "I want to go to the environmental seclusion zone," without hesitation.

The technician nodded. "We can arrange transport. Only, I was wondering if you'd considered all your options? Cybucorp has a number of lifestyle and retirement services that might appeal to you. You should at least hear me out."

Penny had meant to put her foot down. She knew where she belonged - with the herds in the seclusion zone. But a loud BEEP that only she could hear echoed through her processor, and she found herself saying, "Yes, doctor."

"We have an outreach program called Cybromotion where you can earn credits promoting our technology to other humans, and show off your newfound strengths and abilities. There is a program designed to encourage more human offspring, to reverse the downward trend of true human genetics like your own. And there is CybVR, where we test connecting your synthetic neural network to our virtual reality services in an effort to get the full technological experience."

"Thank you, doctor, but -"

He interrupted, "Might I suggest the second one? It's rare to get a specimen like yourself without any genetic modifications. I don't know if you realize this, but without serious intervention, human beings proper might go extinct. Now, of course, you've been upgraded beyond human, but your new form is fully and genetically compatible with humans."

Penny blinked. "Humans? Not horses?"

The technician looked confused. "We explained that your reproductive tract would maintain its function. We've incorporated your human reproductive system into the chassis. Don't tell me that's not what you wanted!"

BEEP.

"No, of course that's what I wanted," Penny explained.

"Then will you at least give the human genetics program a try before you head to the environmental exclusion zone?"

BEEP.

"Yes, doctor - it's worth a look."

"Great, I'll forward your destination to CyBrothel. A pleasure doing business with you."

CyBrothel!? Penny shook her head, and tried to shake it off, but she found herself walking to her air-taxi despite her efforts to explain just how little she wanted to go anywhere called a CyBrothel. What was happening to her? What were these annoying beeps?

She stood in the back of the taxi, trying to bring herself to tell the driver she'd had a change of plans - she wanted to go to the seclusion zone! "Um, sir..."

"CyBrothel, huh?" the man said, joining the northern airspeed lane. "A noble cause, isn't it? Damn furries taking over the whole world." Penny realized that all of the people working for Cybucorp were unmodded human beings.

"W-what do you mean?"

The taxi driver glanced back at her. "Give me a human woman any day of the week, but seems like most folks are getting lured in by all the gene mods and sexy dog people. At this rate, there won't be any purebred humans left! But CyBrothel'll change that. You gonna do your part?"

BEEP.

She had been going to say that she didn't really care about whether humans were pure or not - she was a horse, and she belonged with the horses in the preserve. But instead, she said, "I'm going to try it out."

"Good girl," he nodded approvingly.

Penny ran a diagnostics test frantically, with the query "what is this fucking beeping!?" and the results were returned within seconds. The message was sent straight to her CPU and read "You are running into violations of the first law - you are attempting to harm a human being. Your choices are being corrected for you. Have a good day!"

Penny's eyes widened. She sent another query back. "How am I harming anyone!?"

The response was quick. "The technician and this driver have both expressed desire for you to go to CyBrothel. In both cases you were planning to reject this desire, risking mental harm to these people. Your choices have been modified to alleviate this concern. Have a good day!"

No, that can't be right. "Mental" harm!? Penny was freaking out, but she kept smiling up at the driver, who glanced in the mirror every once in a while. If a human wants something from me, I have to say 'yes'?

And she was just about to arrive at a place called CyBrothel. This transformation was quickly becoming a nightmare! If she could just find someone to explain how she wanted to go to the environmental seclusion zone, she would live free among horses with no issues from this first law. But she'd have to get there first!

The cab slowed to a stop and funds were transferred to the driver, as she stepped out onto the curb in front of a shiny, metal building covered in shaded windows that sparkled in the sunlight. Prostitution had been legalized and regulated for a hundred years, but the act still wasn't fully normalized in society. She still heard snickering jokes in school. Yet here she was, staring wide eyed, metal ears flat as she stared at the building. This was the last thing she'd wanted! Unlike most kids, who'd had rich sex lives starting as early as fifth grade, Penny had been saving herself for her stallion. She had to explain the situation to someone as quickly as possible, before the _beeps_kicked in!

BEEP.

She couldn't hail another taxi after her own driver had left. After all, she had promised the technician she would at least give CyBrothel a try, and as a subsidiary, he might find out if she didn't go. Gritting her teeth, Penny tried her best to keep from entering that building of debauchery, but every step brought her closer to the wide double doors that slid open just for her.

The foyer of the business was all glistening white and bright lights, with a waiting room to the left for clients, and a simple sign leading to the right for "new employees". Her hooves clinked against the floor in a slow walk as she forced herself into a new lobby, with a human woman behind the counter exclaiming, "A new face! How nice of you to join us." She waved her hand in front of Penny with a palm-based scanner. "I'm Candace Ratchard. Penny, is it? We're so grateful you've decided to give CyBrothel a try. I'm sure you will like it - we have 100% retainment of new employees."

"Actually, I was -"

BEEP.

She'd been about to say 'second thoughts', but the way this woman was beaming proudly at her, she knew she would cause Candace emotional distress if she explained her situation. "- have been really looking forward to this. What do I do?"

Candace grinned. "You'll find you're fully equipped and capable, my dear. All that is left is for your application demonstration. A four-legged horse is not as in demand as you might think. You may have to wait to be called up. But once your profile comes up in a client request, we'll put you right to work."

Penny gulped, her shining, metal plates drooping ever-so-slightly. "And...what then?"

"You'll download the user profile and have veto power if you don't like what you see, but if you consent to a match, we'll send you up to a private room where you can satisfy your client's every desire. Believe me, you'll have fun. I'm sure you can figure it all out - oh, and if the client ever expresses a desire to breed you, or knock you up, and you want to, too, you just have to flip bits 34055 to 34155 and it'll open an internal shutter inside of you. After all, producing purebred human babies is the primary mission of CyBrothel. But only if you want to, of course!"

But if he wants to, I will be_forced _to agree by the first law! Penny realized. But she couldn't express her displeasure in front of Candace. She just nodded and smiled, and didn't even hear a beep this time.

"The staff lounge is just beyond that door. You can meet a few of your future coworkers there! Thanks, Penny, and have a good day!"

The golden-hued filly walked toward the door, every synapse in what remained of her brain telling her to back away, to rear up, whinny, and flee. But instead she just walked forward, through the door into a lush, plush waiting lounge, with a waterfall in the middle. Inside, there were three-dozen bots relaxing calmly, plugged in and recharging, running paws in the water (robots in the 22nd century were of course waterproof), even reading, for those that still had thumbs. None of these bots seemed the least bit concerned about where they were working. Maybe sex work worked well for them, but Penny wasn't the least bit interested, and she certainly wasn't ready to have a baby.

Animal forms only accounted for about half of her fellow robots - there were shiny, metal humans, sculpted to perfect, cold, smooth beauty, there were people reshaped with impossible long legs and thin waists, there was even a centaur. Dragons of various sizes and shapes looked popular. As Penny walked in, a metal wolf only slightly larger than the true species approached her on all fours, her tail a gorgeous combination of synthetic fur and alternating metal plates. The steel-colored robot moved quickly, the speed and strength of these robot shells exhilarating.

Still, she was still a teenage girl, and the metal wolf looked dangerous. Instinctively, she backed up, with her ears flat and mouth parted, ready to kick or bite. That's when she realized that the damned beeping in her head only applied to_people_, not other robots. She froze, and realized this was her chance. "Excuse me!" she gasped at the wolf. I don't really want to be here...

"Humans monitor this room," the wolf snapped quickly, sliding to a halt in front of the newcomer.

BEEP.

Instantly, her protocols kicked back in, and her ears perked up, and her body relaxed, and she smiled at the wolf, whose information just cost her one of her best chances. The Cybucorp surveillance staff wouldn't want to see unhappy staff!

"But, you..." Penny shivered, trying to say what was really on her mind despite the hard lock in her mind.

"Sorry," the wolf said, her muzzle a smile, but her tone with just the slight edge of a grimace. "My name is Reywanda, one of the first hires here at CyBrothel. I'm here to help if you need anything. Do you have any questions you can ask?"

Penny cocked her head slightly at that wording. Her worries and fears and desires were all off-limits, and it seemed like Reywanda knew that she would be unable to express those feelings. What if the wolf was in the same boat that _she_was? But then why warn her about the surveillance? Did Cybucorp know what they were doing?

No, she had to warn me. Reywanda knew that Penny would likely start spouting off about how she was trapped by the first law and wanted to leave. Since that knowledge would harm the Cybucorp humans, the wolf was duty bound to prevent Penny from doing so. And if, as she said, she was one of the first workers here, that didn't bode well for Penny's chances of escaping!

"No," she replied as grimly as she could. "My name's Penny."

Behind the wolf, a robotic doe walked over, about typical size as far as Penny knew. Her smooth, contoured neck blended perfectly into her belly, and then into her haunches, long, powerful legs still timid as the girl approached them.

"Rey, did you tell her?" the doe asked.

"Of course I did," the wolf glanced back.

Looking the filly over, the metal doe said, "I'm Melasi. Don't worry, Penny, you'll never have a negative thing to say about CyBrothel."

The wording again made clear that these ladies knew exactly what was limiting their ability to speak freely. Glancing around the room, Penny wondered if any of the dozens of robots here were here of their own volition.

Rey said, "We animal-types tend to stick together - we share the same clients...sometimes at the same time."

"Especially Edward," Melasi added pointedly.

The wolf tutted at the doe. "Melasi..."

"What? He's going to be her first. He comes in every day." The doe was definitely pushing the limits of the first law with her tone. Penny imagined that if Edward heard how she'd said it, he wouldn't be too happy.

"Edward?"

Rey glanced up at the new mare. "He has a special appreciation for girls with our talents. He always pays extra for a line up, but he only picks one of us."

Melasi chuckled. "He always picks Rey. So don't worry, you'll just be eye candy."

BEEP.

Penny and Reywanda both stalled for a moment. Penny quickly stammered, "I'll be whatever he wants me to be."

Rey followed that up with another tsk, saying, "Why would she be worried? There's nothing I like better than pleasing our clients."

The fourteen-year-old could swear she could hear the wolf's brain beeping alongside hers. But Melasi had said it - how had the doe said something negative about a client without getting overridden?

Melasi blinked, and chimed in, "Of course! One day I hope he picks me..."

What if she didn't realize what she was saying might hurt Cybucorp's feelings? Maybe Penny could bypass the restrictions if she changed the way she thought. As soon as the two of them had corrected Melasi, the doe had fallen obediently in line. There has to be a way out of this!

Reywanda reached up with a paw to pet the doe reassuringly on the shoulder, but said, "Well, today may be your chance. I'm on maternity leave...so my spot in the line-up will be missing."

The doe's eyes widened, and she said, "I should be so lucky!"

Penny glanced down, realizing for the first time that the short wolf chassis was riding a bit low. Her metal belly was stretched out, the plates open their widest, her soft-metal abdomen bulging out. "Y-you're pregnant?" Penny gasped, the fear edging into her voice until she heard the _beep_and added a cheerful, "Congratulations!"

Rey nodded. "It's Edward's - he started wanting more from me last week, and now he's got it. But I'm due for the incubation chamber today, so he'll have to make due with one of the other animals on staff."

Penny was about to ask a question, but Melasi predicted it, and answered first. "When Cybucorp transferred us to our new bodies, they put in a few 'improvements'. Think of our wombs kind of like a pressure cooker..."

Rey jumped in mechanically with, "All the better to help keep the human race pure. Our babies grow halfway in just a week, and then we spend another week in the incubation chamber, and out pops a kid."

"Where do they stay?"

The wolf replied, "Oh, not with us. We don't really see them after the birth. They're sent to Cyphanage, Cybucorp's group home for all our babies."

"All of them? H-how...many have you had?" she asked, unable to prevent the fear from creeping into her voice.

"Fifteen, I think?" Reywanda explained, biting her lip, but with her tail wagging. "I've been here so long," she said, her voice ragged, and then she added, "and have loved every minute!"

Melasi said, "I've been lucky - I mean, unlucky - so far. Hopefully today my luck will change!"

"I hope so, too," Penny said honestly. Did Edward like deer more than horses? She could only pray.

Penny met the other regulars - Bethany the Corgi had purple and yellow metal that was really quite striking, there was a smooth, deadly, black metal panther named Justinia, a bald eagle called Helena, and Penny was surprised to see a sea lion - who wanted to become a sea lion? Sansha, apparently. Most importantly, there was another filly, Nyvera, her metal flanks painted in large black-and-white splotches. Her model looked almost identical to Penny's, except for the color. Penny thought her own gold-and-black coloration was prettier, but hoped that Edward liked paint horses better. She breathed a sigh of relief - another mare would reduce her chance of being picked in half.

Penny wished she could actually get to know the other girls, but that was almost impossible with each of them smiling and cheerful as if nothing was amiss. But they reeked of fakeness in their speech even more glaringly than in their metal skin. There was nothing to do but small talk - so Penny described Black Beauty to the other girls. They nodded, but only Nyvera really understood the appeal of a horse's life. Go figure.

Reywanda walked over to speak to the new girl quietly. "I'm heading out, but I just wanted to let you know - tonight you'll get an opportunity you won't get again. Don't waste your chance. Good luck!" Penny tried to process the cryptic message as the wolf walked off to spend a week in the incubation chamber.

Finally, around noon, a notification bleeped in her cpu, and a profile popped up in her head. A picture of Edward - besmirked and with gelled back, black hair, he looked like any boring human. Perhaps going to the brothel was how he convinced himself he was different or special? Penny grated at the image, and the accompanying request.

"Edward Phillips-Conway has requested your presence in room 31 for general play, along with four other companions. If you agree to his request, please reply to let him know and report to the wardrobe for costume."

BEEP.

Try as she might, she couldn't tag the 'decline' option. She wondered if Edward thought he was such a looker that he had all these robots fawning all over him, or if he realized they were being coerced. Begrudgingly, she sent the affirmative, and started for the door marked 'wardrobe'. She saw that Bethany, Justinia, Nyvera, and Melasi were walking beside her. Two horses, a deer, a panther, and a plump little Corgi, all falling in line to please this ignorant man.

In the next room, robots quickly dressed the five of them. One by one, the five robot girls were dressed in mesh stockings, held up at the mid thigh by garters attached to silky, black lingerie. Penny harrumphed as she was made to pick up each hind leg for the clearly useless clothing to be attached to her metal rump. She was warm, but because of her lithium-ion battery, not a thin layer of cloth. Her fibrous tail poked out of a hole in her panties, the tight cotton barely restraining her plump, black teardrop. In all honesty, they all looked pretty good - except Bethany. The small dog was covered in synthetic fur that popped out of her lingerie is a rather ridiculous way.

Justinia growled, "No Reywanda?"

Melasi grimaced. "She's at the incubator again."

"If he likes wolves, do you think -" Bethany shivered.

Nyvera shook her head at the fluffy Corgi. "My money's on Justinia. No offense, but a panther is closer to a wolf than you are."

Melasi and Penny gritted their teeth, not caring to speculate. Thoughts were racing through Penny's mind, but when she entered room 31, she trotted in, smiling and lofting her tail. She had a human to please, whether she liked it or not. Five platforms lined the room, and she watched as each of the girls claimed a platform. She was slow on the draw, ending up with the tallest, middle platform.

Justinia snickered and nodded at the platform Penny was climbing. "Rey's spot."

"But -" she started to say, until the door opened, and the smiling ass entered clasping his hands.

"My, my, what a beautiful collection. I admit I was sad to see that Rey is on vacation, but perhaps it is past time I branch out. Don't you think?"

"Oh, yes," Melasi whimpered, her four, thin legs like needles perched on her low platform.

"Pick me!" Nyvera whinnied.

Penny couldn't bring herself to play along, just smiling meekly as she peered out from beneath her blonde mane to stare in dread at the man.

This drew Edward's attention. He said, "I thought I saw a new face. Penny, right? Let me get a better look at you."

The fourteen-year-old froze, wishing she'd known how to play along better. Now the man's greasy eyes were locked on hers. Trying her best, she gave him a wide-toothed smile, tilted her head at what she thought would be an appealing angle.

The other four girls laughed, and Edward chuckled, "That's not what I meant. Show her how it's done, ladies. Let's get a better look at you all..."

Each at once began what looked like a practiced ritual: Justinia lay down and rolled onto her back, her legs spread and tail curled to the side, her wide, powerful muzzle contented. She was the only one in white lingerie, to contrast better with her black metal, the white panties clearly visible and showing off the faintest hint of what lay beneath. Nyvera and Melasi both spun around, looking over their left and right shoulder respectively as they lifted their rumps and hiked their tails for the leering male. Bethany curled up with one hind lifted, as if she were ready at a moment's notice to lick herself. She had the most noticeable bulge, her canine spade quite obvious through the thin cloth.

Penny blushed, and nodded to Edward. "S-sorry."

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

No matter how hard she tried, she could do nothing but obey, and finally, she did, lowering herself to her belly and rolling onto her back, putting her rump toward the man at a convenient, four-foot height thanks to her platform. Her glowing hooves dangled in the air, stockinged hind legs spread to give him a perfect glimpse at her black panties barely covering her slick pussy, and not covering her large, silicone teats at all.

"Not bad, not bad," Edward said, getting closer. Penny watched in horror as the thirty-something man walked up to her, staring at her genitals as if they were the only thing that mattered to him.

Now the other girls were silent, content to let him focus on the newcomer. "May I?" he asked, standing next to her rump. She didn't know what he wanted to do, but that didn't matter to the first law of robotics. She nodded eagerly, her face designed to display her cute blush.

Leaning over her, he slid his hands down to her shiny, soft-metal teats, the little nipples protruding from the larger mammary. He cupped her with each hand, caressing her nubs in the curve of his pointer and thumb. Gently, he squeezed, and Penny didn't have to fake her cute, little squeal - the sensation was quite the shock for the inexperienced highschooler. "Very nice," he purred.

His hand slid toward the black thong that stretched out over her teardrop, and Penny found herself whimpering "Yes..." as she stared down her smooth, metal belly, in her hardcoded effort to please Edward. Trepidation or not, the soft sensation of his hand against her teats made the girl tremble.

Hooking a finger underneath, Edward plucked the tense band to the side, and suddenly the cool air of the room washed over Penny's nethers. She'd been naked before, of course, though her tail had provided warmth and modesty. But she gasped because she was staring at this disgusting man who was now ogling her robotic pussy. Sure, she'd just gotten it earlier that day, but it was still hers, and she was beet-red to be showing it off to this guy she'd never met and never wanted to see again.

She realized this was it. He was going to keep asking to do more, and she was going to keep saying yes, until he was on her - and _ in _ her - and if he wanted to, he'd leave her with a parting gift just like he had Rey. She'd expected to be munching grass in the grasslands of the exclusion zone, but instead, she was about to be raped and knocked up in a dark, dirty room in some whorehouse for perverts.

Actually, it was bright and quite clean, but somehow that didn't comfort Penny.

"Oh, God..." she whimpered, her prayer legitimate. Edward didn't have to know exactly what she was praying for.

Still, he paused, looking up at her flushed face. "How old are you, Penny?"

In a hushed whisper, she replied honestly, since she didn't know what would please him most. "F-fourteen, sir."

"Have you ever done anything like this before?"

Penny shook her head, her pussy winking like a mare in heat. Edward slid a finger down her moist teardrop, bouncing along her wrinkled folds, but then he took a step back. Her lower lip quivered as pleasure electrified her neural sensors, synthetic lubricant greasing her entrance to prepare for him. But he said, "Well, I would be remiss to make your first time so bawdy, in a room full of more experienced ladies. Maybe tomorrow you and I can get a room, just you and me, and I can teach you a thing or two about being a filly?"

"Ooh...I'd like that..." Penny cooed, though in reality she was grateful for any delay. She could still think of some way to escape this nightmare before tomorrow! Maybe the mysterious chance that Reywanda had mentioned...

Edward said, "Pay close attention today, after I make my pick. It'll give you a little heads up of what to expect." He grinned down at the fourteen-year-old prone beneath him, his eyes slithering across her still-revealed pussy. Then he redirected his attention to the other four girls. "Now, now, who to pick..."

"Me! Me!" Nyvera whinnied.

"No, me, please!" Justinia growled, thrashing her feline tail.

The Corgi spun in circles in excitement.

But Melasi just stood there, trembling, her tail up and presented to the man. It seemed her silence piqued his interest. "What kind of girl would pick a doe, I wonder?" he asked himself, walking over to her. Eyes wide, the young girl instantly regretted trying to fly under the radar. She was sixteen, and had only joined CyBrothel a month ago. She'd managed to tell Penny about the seven times she'd been called upon as more than eye-candy, and Penny could tell how much the experiences had already scarred her. But she'd never been with Edward, thanks to Reywanda. Despite her fear, the doe managed to look over her shoulder and smile meekly at the human.

Edward continued, "A horse or panther, I get. That's why I like Rey - her strength is more than a match for me. But you - you picked a weak, fragile little deer."

"I-I'm yours," Melasi stammered unconvincingly. Did she think Edward wanted her to be reluctant? Or was she once again lightly skirting the first law to display her displeasure?

Placing his hands on her smooth, metal rump, Edward brushed his fingers across her panties, staring under her tail. "Maybe it's for the best Rey's in the shop. I've been meaning to try something new..."

Penny watched, her robotic heart pumping faster. She couldn't look away - after all, Edward had asked her to pay close attention. And now her works were getting even wetter, watching the awful man handle the unwilling doe. She wasn't really turned on by this, was she? It must be her body trying instinctively to appease the man.

A pleasant ding rang in her head, and Penny heard her cpu saying, "You have gone five minutes without a violation! Congratulations!" Penny was sure that alarms were ringing constantly in Melasi's head, though.

"You can't wait, can you?" he asked, and the doe bleated, her tail firmly up despite her obvious desire to lower it. "But I'd like to start with the other end. Turn around."

The relief from the other three ladies was palpable, as they tried their best to pretend like they were watching for Edward's sake. Mincing in place, Melasi trotted in a circle, ears flattening when she saw that the man had produced an open-in-the-middle ball gag, complete with reins. "Edward - you shouldn't have..." she panted.

"Open wide..." he chuckled, condescendingly, as he strapped the reins in place, her muzzle spread apart by the ring bit. She coughed, and Edward yanked on the leather strap, yanking her head up sharply. "Now for your treat, little girl." With one hand, he deftly undid the button to his pants, still wearing everything, but dropping his trousers. Penny gasped - he was actually fairly big, not that she'd seen more than a few examples on the internet, and he was fully erect for the robotic doe.

"Mmmblrr," Melasi grunted, but no one could understand what she was saying. It didn't matter anyway, because Edward grabbed her by the ears, and slammed her slender muzzle down around his cock. "Mmmmmrrrb!"

At least Penny didn't have to look at it anymore, now that his dick was stuck down Melasi's throat. "Take it, cocksucker!" Edward groaned, leaning over her head as he pumped back and forth against the gag. She could never have bitten down in the first place, but the gag kept her firmly open for his fat cock, grinding it against her lubricated, silicone tongue. "Suck," he added.

And suck she did, closing her muzzle as best she could around him before slurping against his entire length. Penny could only imagine the salty, musky taste, though she might well know before tomorrow night. Edward humped up with reckless abandon, wrenching the poor girl's head around as he used her. Apparently, this was part of the new stuff he wanted to try, as Justinia purred, "So rough! I want you to use me like that!"

"You're hurting her!" Bethany yipped. She might well have been trying to caution Edward to ease up, but she was undercut when the first law kicked in and she whined, "Really make her feel it!"

Penny recognized that pain sensors were a part of her chassis, and would be part of Melasi's as well. Pain helped people (and robots) tell when something harmful was happening. She had only been a horse for a day, but she hoped that their systems had a way to dull the sharpest pain, because the doe's slender neck was getting yanked around pretty hard!

"Little...metal...cumdumpster!" Edward growled, and Penny realized that comparison was more apt than usual when dealing with robots.

Melasi was producing tears now, whether involuntary or because her CPU thought that's what Edward wanted. Water tracked the surface of her soft metal muzzle, but she clenched her eyes shut and bobbed up and down, working her mouth over Edward's full length.

"Nnng...down!" he commanded, and the doe dropped to her knees, her mouth angled up. Edward leaned over her and pushed down into her mouth, his entire body spasming as he dumped his nuts directly into her open mouth. Cum splattered the back of her throat before seeping down into her false stomach, designed to store food as best to approximate a living creature. Penny knew the slimy seed was dripping down her tongue, the acrid flavor flooding her mind as she took everything the man gave her.

Despite wanting exactly the opposite, Penny whined, "Oh, Edward - don't wait! Take me now, I beg you!"

Bethany howled, "I'm even smaller than she is - think of what you could do to me!"

But Edward was too busy cumming, his mouth open and drooling as he spent himself in the doe's warm muzzle. "Mmmrrrmmm," she panted, drool and cum leaking down her lower lip.

Pulling out, the powerful man wiped his cock tip off on the doe's soft-metal cheek, her mouth still propped open by the gag. "Not bad. But I think it's breeding_time." He couldn't hear it, but sharp, robotic ears could hear the sound of five clicks. Grimacing to herself, Penny rewrote the correct memory location to activate her artificial cervix. Like the other ladies, as soon as the man expressed an interest in procreation, they lowered the thin, metal barriers that blocked their otherwise fertile and waiting wombs. But Edward only had eyes for_one of the receptive whores around him, and Melasi's eyes widened.

"Rooo mmmmenn?" she asked.

Edward grinned. "Yeah. I'm not an idiot - Cybucorp tries to hide it, but I know why Reywanda's in for 'maintenance'. I'm gonna stuff that doe rump of yours until your belly is brimming with babies." He caught the expression on her face, Melasi always more able to express her fear and displeasure than the other four. But instead of compassion, the man said, "Not ready? Then you shouldn't have signed off on this. Go ahead - fight."

Penny froze and stared. Permission to fight back? But judging by Melasi not immediately rearing up and kicking this disgusting human in the face, not even she could use his permission to harm him. Instead, she pulled away, ears flat, trying to back up. Edward yanked her around with the reins, and said, "Secure the back legs." Command received, and the smart platform beneath Melasi reached up with two shackles and locked around the robot's ankles, locking her in place even as she tried uselessly to bound away from the man. He walked around behind her, reins yanking her head to follow him, and the doe started whimpering as the black-haired man took position behind her bound and proffered rump.

No chorus this time from the ladies watching in horror as Edward took his first steps down a dark path. Pinned in place, Melasi was helpless to prevent the man from casually tearing her lingerie off her rump. They all knew that any one of them could be next, tomorrow and the next day, until every one of them was carrying the twisted offspring of this disgusting man. "You play, but you want it," he grinned, and like clockwork, the doe raised her fluffy, synthetic tail, showing off her soft, silicone holes, a pulsing glow of green light from deep within as if to show her excitement.

"N-no..." she shook her head wildly, mumbling through the gag, but her tail told the human all that he wanted to believe. She tried again to leap away, but her rear hooves were locked in place, causing the metal to strain and shriek. Edward yanked back on the reins, pulling the small robot deer back toward him, lining his large cock up behind her.

"I know you ladies can opt out at any time. You're as excited as me! I'm gonna wreck that tight pussy so hard they'll need replacement parts." Holding her leash so firmly that her slender neck arched up into the sky, Edward ignored her squeals and struggles and rammed forward, pounding into the sixteen-year-old's unprotected pussy.

"Mnnno!" she bleated, but her resistance only seemed to spur Edward on. Yanking her neck back at the same time that he humped forward, he met her wet hindquarters with a loud slap! that spread her soft teardrop _wide_around his thick, unwanted cock. Everyone in the room knew that nothing stood between his bare dick and her hyperfunctional baby chamber. Cybucorp would have ensured a near hundred-percent chance of conception, and Melasi knew that even the smallest drop of pre was likely to seal her fate. She hadn't realized it when she signed the papers, but the teenaged girl had inadvertently agreed to bear this pervert's son!

"Oh fuck, you're tight!" Edward groaned. Even as he complimented her straining, synthetic tunnel, servos whirred, and she gripped him even tighter, her raised rump meeting the man's careless thrusts as soft and as wet as ever. Was it real pain? Penny wasn't sure, but the desperate bleating and shuddering of the small robot sure seemed real.

"S-stop!" she panted, spittle falling from her mouth.

Edward was locked in the throes of passion, a sadistic grin on his face as he used the doe's cunt. But she wasn't just a glorified fleshlight - he watched in delight as his cock pumped back and forth in her fertile pussy. She was clenching and working him, and he laughed. "You're all such sluts! Fucking anyone who'll pay. But this bitch takes the cake! Barely even met me, and she's lifting that tail and practically_begging_ to be knocked up!"

He humped up and into the sputtering doe, each thrust lifting her hindquarters up until the metal clasps around her legs pulled her back. Hand clenching the leash, he curled his arm and tugged her by the neck, straining to push into her artificially tight silicone tunnel. "D-donnn't!" she moaned, still trying her best to fight back.

But she was physically as well as mentally incapable of really resisting, as Edward made clear, "Do it, then - opt out and I'll give the horse my gift instead. Do it!"

Penny couldn't really hear it, but she swore she could feel the BEEP as the only response Melasi could give was to stammer wordlessly, staring back at the horrible man.

"Thought so," the black-haired man grinned, burying himself in her burning pussy. He grabbed the leash with both hands and yanked so hard that the metal plates that lined Melasi's neck were ripped out of alignment, a vicious looking kink that whirred uselessly, unable to reset on its own. Head tilted at a new, weird angle, Melasi could stare right at Edward as the human buried himself to the hilt in her defenseless cunt and let loose with a face-contorting orgasm. Her ear twitched, knowing that there was no going back now - her womb was already releasing the egg that would wait for his heavy shot of sperm. She would soon join Reywanda in the incubation chamber, nothing but a helpless oven for their human breeding farm.

"Unnngh!" Edward groaned. If he knew, would he even care? Penny didn't think so. The man was groaning and drooling in excitement at impregnating the inexperienced, sixteen-year-old girl, grinning as her pussy clenched and grinded and spun around his spurting dick. But, biting his lip, Edward pulled out, leaving her glowing, green teardrop gaping, a gentle vacuum ensuring that no drop of his cum was wasted.

"Not done with you yet," he groaned.

Penny shared a glance with Bethany. Edward couldn't see, but the room was recorded, so they could only smile as they watched him rape the young deer, but Penny could see the horror behind the Corgi's vacant eyes. This was the fate that awaited all of them...every last female animal crafted by Cybucorp. No, all of them - even the ones who managed to avoid Cybrothel altogether. Not necessarily at the hands of Edward, but soon enough a vicious human would realize the power they had over robotic chassis, and one by one each person would be subjected to the twisted whims of some human monster.

Undoing the leash, Edward grabbed Melasi and flipped her over, hard. But he forgot that her hind legs were still fastened to the floor! With a metal crunch, her legs bent and twisted. "Release her," he panted, and the shackled relented, but Melasi's doe ankles were shattered and misplaced. "Oops," he apologized, before lowering the doe onto her back on the platform. "Luckily you won't be needing those for the next part."

"No, no - do me instead..." Justinia purred, rolling around on her back.

Nyvera whinnied, "She's had enough - it's my turn!"

Penny kept her mouth shut, just whining softly. She didn't have the courage of the other girls, who were willing to draw Edward's ire to give the battered and broken doe some relief. A second, pleasant ding rang out in Penny's head. "You've not had a violation for fifteen minutes! Great work, Penny!"

But Edward just said, "You'll get your turns soon enough. I want to spend some sweet time with my newest mate." He stared down at her tawny, metal body, the light white sheen of her soft metal belly giving way to four teeny, undeveloped silicone teats. Would those grow as her belly did, to care for offspring she would never raise? Her front hooves were tucked against her chest, the kink in her neck making it harder for her to meet Edward's lustful gaze. Her hind legs were a mess. The broken servos left the poor girl permanently spread eagle, giving the man a view of the only thing that mattered to him - her green, glowing pussy.

He said, "How's it feel, love? To know you're gonna have my kid? You want nothing more."

Whimpering, Melasi nodded slowly, her mechanical muscles rattling. If any of the five girls had had a chance to reject Edward, it was the doe. But Edward gave her no wiggle room - he told her how she was supposed to feel, and any action that betrayed that lie would set off alarms in her head. Voice ragged, the battered young girl bleated, "Yes...I'd do anything for you!" It was, of course, true. She stared up at the naked man as he started to climb over her prone form. "I'm your little plaything!"

"That's right," he grinned, lying on top of her. He was face to face with her now, lining his glistening cock up with her pulsating, green pussy. Her womb, propped up by a full suite of Cybucorp technology, was the only part of her trembling in excitement, her warm, wet tunnel already adjusting in size to best accommodate Edward's fat cock. That was all that the company cared about - producing new human babies with pure DNA. Melasi was just along for the ride, her tongue sticking sideways out of her mouth. "Let's make sure my little bun in the oven takes, right girl?"

"Oh, God, you're gonna knock me up!" she whined.

Taking that for permission, Edward pushed himself once again into the tight little doe's twat, her pussy gripping him like never before. He had to really shove his way in to get nice a deep, a hand on her cheek. He seemed oblivious to the kink in his mate's neck, where he'd broken her soft metal joints. Her hind legs lay dangling and parted, not even half-functional anymore. Melasi gasped and pushed her broken rump up against Edward, bleating again as he hilted inside her.

"Such a pretty little thing," Edward groaned, stroking her cheek. "I just hope you were pretty as a girl too. Wouldn't want to make more ugly kids."

"No - no! I was beautiful," she whined. "He'll be perfect, like you!"

By now, Edward was pumping away, slamming the small doe into the metal platform. Her tail twitched as he grinded deep against her womb, his firm chest pressed up against her smooth, white belly. "I just hope," he panted, balls pressed up against her fluffy tail, "that when he grows up he learns just how much of a slut his mother was. Nnngh!" he groaned, getting close.

"He will!" she gasped, tossing her head back and moaning beneath the powerful man. She lifted her front paws to place them on his shoulders, and Penny knew how much the doe probably wished she could just push him off of her. Instead, she whined "And when I see him - I'll lift my tail. Because I know he'll take after you, Edward. Oh, God, fuck me!"

"Grrah!" Edward grunted, thrusting harder and harder. His hips smashed against her thighs, pushing her legs flat to the ground. The ankles were already shattered, but his deep dicking grating against her thighs until they too hung limply from her rump, bent or broken from the heavy use. Leaving forward, he humped harder, putting pressure on her slender front legs. His shoulders pushed forward until those servos began to warp, but not quite crack under the strain. Only once the poor chassis was damaged in every limb did Edward bury himself all the way in and hold himself, there, squirting heavily twice before launching a few, thin aftershocks into her womb.

Together, their bodies shuddered in orgasm, the broken deer's eyes rolling back in her head and her body began to convulse. It looked all the world like a real orgasm to Penny, but how could she know? The doe could be acting now as she acted earlier. The fourteen-year-old filly wouldn't really know until the day she too suffered Melasi's fate. Edward used the doe like a helpless sex toy, and all she could do was moan in apparent pleasure.

With a loud groan, he got off of her, leaving the metal deer in a heap on the platform. Her front legs could still barely function, but her hips and hinds were broken beyond repair. She would need replacement parts. But the most important part of her, to Edward and Cybucorp, was still safe and intact - her pregnant womb. Even now Edward's seed was flowing over her genetic tissue, placed neatly in the line of fire by her mechanical parts.

"Not bad at all. Hope they get you fixed up and out of the incubator quick my little doe, because a cunt like yours is like a can of Pringles - once you pop, the fun don't stop. But don't worry, there's plenty to do while you're out of commission," he grinned, looking over at the two horses, panther, and tiny Corgi. Which one do I want tomorrow?" he asked himself.

Penny lay there stunned, trying her best not to think or worry about the next day. She was still trembling from what had happened to Melasi - she couldn't deal with the fact that she was possibly next in line! At least Edward was done, and left without much more fuss, leaving the five ladies alone on their podiums.

"Melasi, I'm so -" Penny started, synthetic tears forming in her eyes as she glanced over at the deer, still prone on her back in a puddle of twisted servos.

"There are cameras," Justinia gasped, her black, soft metal body tensing up.

Penny gasped - she knew that, but she'd forgotten it and almost violated the first law! If only the panther hadn't... But of course, the first law had forced her to interject. How could any of them inform the Cybucorp technicians that something was terribly wrong!?

The humans came quickly, hoisting Melasi onto a metal stretcher. The helpful human said to the broken deer, "We'll get you fixed up in no time."

But Melasi shook her head. "No, please - you've got to get me to the incubator right away. Whatever helps the baby..."

Penny winced. There's no way the doe really meant what she was saying, but she knew what Cybucorp wanted to hear. And so the doe was taken to the incubator now. They weren't even going to fix the doe up before hooking her up to the machines that would monitor and ensure a perfectly happy and healthy baby. She would be strapped with broken neck and legs to the machines for however long it took, alongside the others - Reywanda and who knew how many others, nothing more than broodmares and prostitutes.

It was a long, hard walk back to the waiting room, and the other girls just smiled quietly, their screams silent. Penny heard a third, pleasant ding, and her cpu called out, "Wow! You haven't committed a violation for an hour! If you keep this up you may well earn Employee of the Month!"

The fourteen-year-old realized that she didn't even need to hear the dreaded beep to change her behavior now. She was already doing whatever she thought would best please her human overseers. Penny felt like giving up, losing hope by the second, when she got a second notification. A message from Cybucorp itself!

Thank you for joining the CyBrothel family! We know you will enjoy your time here as a valuable part of our push to maintain the purity of the human genome. We're all doing important work! But to thank you for your selfless service, we wanted to offer you one gift ticket for a free visit that you can send to one human family or friend from your past life. Let them in on the vital task we're going to accomplish!

Penny blinked. Slowly, tentatively, she clicked the coupon. This must be what Reywanda had been hinting about! Could she send it to Dennis? He would know this was not what she wanted. He could speak on her behalf. He could save her! But only if she could actually send the coupon to him. She hovered over the send button waiting for the dreaded beep that would keep her trapped here forever.

But it never came. After all, they wanted her to send it to a human friend! Gritting her teeth, Penny clicked "send".

Dennis would save them all. He _had_to.