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The Swaying Doll

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

Underneath the main protocols and routines that ran through her head all the time, Ariel could feel the playlist and dance program being assembled and put together. The bunny doll didn't have to look over her shoulder to know that it was all being done at the bar, getting her ready to dance for some of the richer members of Haven.

She felt the urge to sigh, and decided to. It was a simple exhalation of air that wasn't there, of air that wasn't needed. There were no lungs in a doll, after all, just like there were no other organs. They were computerized, left with little more than the processors, the power source, and a few other mechanized things on their insides, so a sigh was simply an emotional response to something, nothing more.

She wasn't even sure why she felt the urge. She was something different to what she used to be, she knew that much. Once, she'd been one of the scavengers that went outside the walls to find more scrap for the city, more power sources, more everything. That had been...how long ago now? A week? A week since someone had come in and given her an offer?

Ariel remembered that she had thought the work would be more boring, less interesting, but she'd gone along with it because it would be better accommodations for her, as well as better pay. Not that she cared about the latter so much, considering that half of her pay was going to go back into paying for recharges. Dancing, it turned out, drained the power supply as much as fighting did, if not more.

The bunny got the signal from her core that the dance list was ready, and the playlist was the same. She gritted her teeth, feeling the slight shift in her stance, feeling her body going from just walking to having a swaying tilt to it, her hips swaying back and forth, rolling along like a pendulum on a string.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Her hands rested on her bare hips, feeling the harder surface that went along just past the outside of her ass cheeks. That implant, of course, hadn't been part of the contract, but by the time that she had been locked in, they could do whatever they wanted to her, really. She could feel the hard glass that was implanted into her, held over neon lights that were just underneath. She was going to be a hot little thing when those were running for long enough. She tried to tell the boss that, no idea if he listened.

Well, if he needs to buy more silicone after this starts melting my ass off, then that's up to him, she thought, and Ariel smiled as she felt a slight hint of her older self through that, the sassy adventurer that hadn't quite been reprogrammed completely.

Despite her programming turning on, there wasn't anyone to see, really. The private rooms were all booked - one for her to perform in, as a matter of fact - and the main room of the club was all but empty. There were a few dolls around, but they were males that were there to drink and get buzzed on watered-down energy drinks rather than anything else. She had her customers, and they were waiting four rooms down.

Nevertheless, she was made to walk as if she was advertising herself to new customers right then and there. Her hips swayed, the silicone that made up her ass cheeks moving to keep time. It had already been warmed and loosened up by the lights in her hips earlier that night, and now, it was almost fluid in its own way. She reached back, almost tempted to give it a squeeze, but that might give her a bubble that she didn't need, so she left it alone.

She reached her hands up her sides, moving, again, as the programming demanded. Her breasts, less warmed than her ass, were still a bit slow to respond. She had to put more pressure on the white faux fur and the silicone under them to get the dents to happen, to get them to move, and she rubbed them a few times to make sure that they didn't start slowing down her dance in the next few minutes. She didn't need the clients to be upset with her.

The difference in what she had been versus what she was now was still dramatic. She had never cared about her boobs before, and honestly had preferred that they stay chilled. They didn't swing around so much when they stuck in just one place, and when she was working in the cold, having boobs that didn't bounce helped her out. Now? Now, they had to be ready to bounce and jiggle and...everything.

Ariel waited for the annoyance to come, but no. The changeover for the work reprogramming had been complete enough to make sure that she didn't get annoyed anymore. The emotional core was already filled with thoughts about how much she loved her body, how much she needed to show it off, how much the world needed to see how sexy it was.

It was all down to programming, her mind and emotions subject to the hundreds of thousands of little ones and zeroes that marked out what she was supposed to feel and do on a daily basis.

Finally, she reached the room where she was bound to work for the night. The playlist uploaded itself to her main core, and the lights around her hips flashed. They were blue for now, but they'd change color depending on the song and dance speed that she needed to do. Ariel rubbed her hands along her hips, feeling the glass heating up already.

This is a bad idea...

But there was no convincing the club owner of that, so here she was, risking a literal meltdown. She sighed and opened the door.

Inside there were four different female dolls. One was a Lugia, two of them were Suicunes, and one of them was an Entei. They were all rather well-endowed in the chest, more than average, and the various females were all gathered around the Entei in question. The fire-dog woman was already looking her in the eye, thick and strong in the arms, looking like someone that she might have competed with in the old business.

Not that she could remember most of her competitors. The programing had washed away most of those that she'd still remembered. Ah, well.

She walked forward, her hips swaying, her sex on full display as a dancer's should be. She smiled at all of them, a fake thing that they probably all knew was fake, but who cared? It was what they paid for.

"Ladies, let me just say happy birthday...I hope I can make it a great one."

The various ladies hooted for her, hollered for her to get on the pole in the middle of the room, and she went along with that request. Through it all, the Entei was the only one that was silent, and the only one that stared at her exclusively, leaning forward and pressing her fingers together contemplatively.

Ariel did her best to ignore the stare, focusing instead on the work that she needed to do.

Dance time.

The pole lowered itself into the floor, giving her room to start showing off. The other females started asking what the hell, what was wrong, why was the pole going away, but the Entei didn't. That woman...

That woman had a hungry smile.

That doll understood.

As the music started to play through the walls - bluetooth was old, but it worked - she could feel the humming going through her. She swung her hips to the side at the first beat, and then dropped into a squat. Some would have expected her to start shaking her generous butt, but even though she flicked her cottontail up, she didn't do that. Instead, she slapped her hands down against her ankles, holding them tight as she slowly stood back up, keeping her ass pushed back and popped the whole time.

When she stood up properly again, she ran her hands up her legs, taking her time, showing the delicate curves that her limbs had, the way that her ass was the crown on top of them all. She flicked her tail to the side, the lights running up along her ass glowing brighter and brighter before -

Beat.

Pop.

Drop.

And again, slowly dragging herself up, her hands resting on either side of her asscheeks, giving them a slow show of the cheeks pulling apart. Classy, trashy, both at once, gentle and slow and -

Beat.

Pop.

But rather than drop this time, she swayed her ass to the beat that continued. No more dropping bass, but rather a rhythm that she found - or it found her - and she started moving along to it. Sway, sway, pop. Sway, sway, pop. She would flick her ass to the side every so often, or slowly move backwards, as if dancing her butt right to the edge of the stage. She was so good at this that she didn't need a pole.

She just didn't do it on her own. The processors that were controlling her movements, the programs that listed what dance moves that came next, none of them came from her. She wasn't the one that got to decide how she moved. Her body, her emotions, her feelings were all down to someone else to control. She was nothing but the puppet to put on stage to get money.

But she was doing it well, and whether the feelings were fake or real, she was enjoying it more than she expected to.

She stopped at the edge of the stage, balanced on her tiptoes in a way that only a doll could do. No living person could force that much tension down into a set of a few digits, nor could they balance out that much weight that was hanging back. The various members of the audience started reaching out for her ass, wanting to touch, grope, squeeze.

Ariel stepped back at the last second, moving herself back to the middle of the stage. She spread her legs slowly, the lights pulsing behind her and speeding up as the pole started rising up again. With how she stood, the bunny straddled the hole completely, and the lights pulsed and the music grew more and more frantic the higher the pole raised. It was right between her thighs, then almost between her pussy lips.

She smiled at them all, waiting for that touch as her programming kept her arousal high, her nethers wet. The pole waited, hesitated, and then, just as the bass was about to drop one more time, it went up.

The lights went out.

And Ariel moaned.

The End

Summary: Ariel, a bunny doll that had given up her scavenger life, comes to the club to start working at her new job.

Tags: F/solo, dancer, exotic dancer, erotic dancer, bunny, doll, android, body control, mind control, implants,