FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Night, Jane!" A voice hollered about before a sudden clunk followed of a heavy door shutting and a clink of a key turning into place. After such a burst of noise, silence came like a heavy blanket over the small toy store.

For several minutes, that silence remained unmarred and unbroken in the dim store. Only the few lights they left on overnight flickered slightly, letting out an electric crackle ever so faintly. Outside, the noise of passing cars intruded distantly, muffled by the walls.

Then, a slightly static crack came from one of the shelves as one of the lined up dolls stirred to life. Her foot gave a twitch, the joint of her robotic ankle giving a slight sound as it moved for the first time, the end of her cream colored 'toes' swung over top of the label sitting beneath her on the serial numbered barcode along her foot: 22-5-88-7762.

Her eyes rolled in her head, glowing slightly as the Zangoose-styled doll glowed to life. Her pupils were small lightbulbs inside her head, making her seem animated and awake. For a moment, she surveyed the dim store. Her joints all cracked some more as she pulled at the loose twist ties holding her in the seat-like shape of her cardboard packaging. With a firm yank, she pulled them against the tie to escape from the limitations of the packaging. The plastics ties broke easily beneath the robot's force.

She kicked off from her low shelf easily, stalking down the line of other dolls. All of the others she passed sat still and silent until she saw the flicker of another pair of eyes on a higher shelf. She stopped, all the gears whirring to make her legs work with fluid movements going silent as her vision scanned up the shelving to where a sister doll sat, the same exact copy with a different serial number beneath: 22-5-97-7762.

For a moment, 88 just stared up at her active sister before her head gave a tilt to one side, her ears cocking to match the expression of confusion on her face. For a moment, her mouth opened noiselessly, but then out came her program, electronic sounds piecing together the complex vocabulary of words she was given.

"Why... are you sitting... if you're on?"

For a long beat, no sound came in response. The hum of night falling rose up around the store again while 88 stood in front of the higher shelf where 97 sat, active and still. Finally, 97, almost begrudgingly if her sentience had been so advanced, gave a little droop of defeat. "I am to sit on my shelf until purchased. I'm only allowed to engage trial mode within the store." Then, without a beat between, she launched into the pre-programed trial sequence.

"Hello there! You must be an adventurer! I can see it on your face! Have you collected them all yet? Of course not! You don't have me! I'm Zangoose! I'm a fully functioning, hyper realistic Pokemon you can take home, but don't make me ride in a Pokeball, I'd much prefer your lap." Then, she contorted in her box just enough to give a wink and a slight shrug of one shoulder forward.

The other robot gave a shake of her head, eyes barely open before she started to climb up the shelving. Her fingers clamped and unclamped from the boards creating the shelf, step by step up until she reached her sibling unit's spot and she stood beside her, staring down with her alert, bright eyes.

Then, with a sudden glint of red in her own animated eyes, her leg thrust out, pivoting at its jointed ankle to thrust her heel hard into the other Zangoose. The other unit gave a gasp of surprise; though it wasn't a true exhale of air, the emotion was real.

The floor rapidly flew up beneath 97, a hard clatter echoing out through the otherwise silent store as she smashed onto her left side, knocking her arm up from its joint and dislocating it at a sharp angle.

"Ah, why did you do that. Do not play so rough. My warranty does not cover-"

The other robot lept down, the feathery appendage of her tail gave a flick, swishing its natural fur add ons as she stalked towards the injured robot. Her eyes glowed violently against the backdrop of otherwise dark space around.

"Do not... Stop this..." 97 tried to communicate with her approaching sister, shuffling away with her good arm pulling at the tiles of the floor, but 97 did not stop her approach. She grabbed out at her sibling, grabbing for the slender tubing of her throat as her hand grappled down the line of her back towards the panel protecting her battery.

"Stop. Why are you- Stop!" Her voice rose a step in volume, the speaker in her mouth cracking with urgency, but the other Zangoose didn't stop. Her fingers dug into the slight dip of the removal tab for her back panel, yanking at it and tugging at her battery. With such impatience, she just grabbed the upper half of the panel, snapping it in half and wriggling the battery out through the hole rather than fully removing the panel at its snap point.

"N-no. No..o..ooo..." A whirring sound followed as she clicked off without her power source. Her eyes shut as her entire world went black.

******

"Booting..." 97 whispered softly as her eyes slowly rose and flickered to life to survey the space around her only to see the back of the store where the random cleaning and repair supplies were sitting around alongside extra supplies for the machinery.

For a long second, she just blinked as she surveyed around her before finally realizing she should return to her shelf. With a jerk, she found her arms were stuck jutting behind her, twisting around her busted joint extra far to stretch the wiring from her body piece to the arm attachment. She struggled, trying to pull up to her feet against the bonds of twist ties around her wrists and upper arms to push them back into a piece of leftover cardboard.

Finally, she realized something with a little beeping tone like a lightbulb going off above her head to mark an idea. Her chin dipped, allowing her vision to fall onto her stomach.

The panel of her stomach had been wrenched open, the miniature screws pushing it into place into her creamy stomach had been stripped with impatience while wires had been yanked out of the way and rearranged to push a cable into her socket, connecting the programmed robot to her sister, 88.

"What are you do-ing?" 97 asked, her voice rising in volume to grab attention from her distracted sibling as the robot stared down at her own display panel, focused on the reprogramming she was doing to the opened prisoner.

Even as she asked, the imprisoned robot could feel the program inside her skull being re-written. Her thoughts were being generated in broken text as she tried to think around the changing inside her computation systems, but with each passing second more and more was being adjusted to 88's whims.

The amplifier on her hyper realistic pussy started to rise, tweaked up step by step by the other girl's rewriting until her arousal was auto set to a debilitating level without any stimulation. Her mind started to hum with the rising energy meant to heat up her internal tunneling to make up her tight sex.

"Why.. are you... programming me?" she tried to say, voice cutting out each time a new command was added to her programming as her internal computer adjusted the commands.

"Shut up" the other girl snapped, eyes locked onto her programming work as she sent through the next update, forcing her sister to follow all orders, disallowing and disobedience.

"Updating... drivers..." the other girl hummed, falling calm against her bonds while her thighs quivered with her rising need. Her intense detailed programming even had the tips of her ears quivering with the rising levels of her lust while her sister added the final update: tweaking the fetish triggers to make the Zangoose robot intensely masochistic.

The robot started to hum with the rushing work of her internal systems. Her electronics board began to heat up with a steadily rising temperature as her arousal systems began to work her in-system lubrication out through the walls of her pussy. The small sensors inside were pulsing, dribbling with her juices while her mind whirred and buzzed in an attempt to process all of her gathered arousal data.

The dominant robot moved forward, stalking up to the trapped model with her eyes trained on her reaction, noting the flushing of her cheek sensors and the tremble going down her back mechanics.

The powerful robot stood over her sister's twitching ankle, watching how her wrist twisted beneath the twist tie while her other arm hung slightly limp where it was locked onto the cardboard, disconnected through the tear in her wiring for movement control, though the sensors for feeling her intact. She could see the attempts to move both arms, as was her common programming to respond to pleasure with natural movement over the entire body, but only the top of her shoulder moved with the command, leaving her arm utterly unresponsive and useless.

Wires jutted out of the tear, some of them broken and just sticking out with their copper innards glittering under the artificial lighting above while others were just starting to wear through with tears through their colored plastic coatings.

The entrapped Zangoose toy struggled against her bond, mouth opening with a line of artificial drool while she twitched against her restraints, shoving her hips forward with little writhing motions meant to entice attention. Her silent plea for pleasure did nothing to her onlooker though who merely continued to observe, unflinchingly as the other robot's eyes fluttered open and shut while little purr-like coos came from her mouth, pleadingly asking for attention, but 88 only smirked slightly.

She bent at the waist, grabbing for the twisted joint of the broken arm, and pulling forward testing the connections of the sensation readers within her wiring which, as the other model gave a sharp yelp as pain coursed through her body and a spurt of fresh juices from the leaking opening of her cunt, she confirmed were working. The motion alone, tugging and wiggling at the wrist end of the arm was enough to have her eyelashes working feverishly to try and combat the pain shooting through her with each pull on the damaged connections.

Without a single second of hesitation after confirmation, 88 pulled the useless, limp arm back and forth, wiggling it on the broken socket for nearly three whole beats before she pulled the fingers to her own pussy which was rich with provided lubrication as she dripped with silent pleasure. "Fingerbang me," she commanded cooly, hiding a coy grin as the other robot instantly tried to send the command to her arm. She could see the attempt through her open connection still to the others internal wiring, the 1s and 0s that shot inside her to tell her arm to move, to initiate the motion sent, but the arm did nothing. None of the motion connections remained, only the transmitters for pain.

Each and every failed trial internally forced out another cry from her drooling lips as pain continued to course through her, fighting in equal amounts to the pleasure that sent juices leaking from her. Her fingers, still sensing, sent back heat notes about her sister's hot, flushed pussy while she was broken beneath, unable to do anything to feel more of the sex.

"I'll break it off," 88 threatened, voice booming with an echoed back whisper in the small closet as she pulled on the arm, yanking at the sensing cords to prolonged the zip of pain that shot up her entire arm from the motion. "Fingerbang me or I'll yank it right off."

Once more, codes for computing commands began to shoot across her computer paneling inside, whispering out from her motherboard towards the control in her arm in a desperate attempt to communicate to the broken server, but all it did was produce rippling sensation of pain for several seconds before her fingertip gave a twitch.

"Ah!" she gasped with computed surprise as the hand responded so slightly. Her fingers began to all move more vigorously, stretching out against the weak bonds of her joints to try and touch her sister's pussy before with a small spark the connection, ever so weak, pulled to much on the frayed cord and her hand went limp at the end of the arm piece to only hang their uselessly.

88 shook her head with silent disappointment, bending over the trapped model as she pushed all her weight onto the shoulder connection, wiggling and rocking to ease her weight on and off with increasingly fierce pressure.

97 cried out, feeling her cords rubbed and grind into the sharp metal edges of her boning while her pussy clenched and sparked with the intense heat of her rising arousal, already well over the computational limit as her dominating sibling pushed fiercing down onto bonds that remained, oh so frayed, between the arm and the joint socket.

"Ahhh!" The warbled, mechanic shriek only grew louder out of the trapped robot's mouth as her ears flushed back to her head in a programed face of intense feeling. Finally, with a loud snap, the arm broke off with a crunch right at the seam of her melding.

97's voice broke out at its max volume, mewling with a mixture of agony and ecstasy in a perfect cocktail. The break was so sharp and sudden it left her systems still rushing to the arm, trying to send the pain signals to the entire system, to warn it of whatever danger it was interacting with that had produced such pain. The open joint leaked with cords in every hue of blue, red, and yellow, some of which were sparkling with copper gashes while others were simply split in perfect halves, sending out a spray of electric current.

The rush of pain was too much for her already overloaded system. Her sex was clenching and sizzling with the heat it reached while 97 sat at the brink of orgasm, yet she knew she couldn't go against her submissive programming. Her eyes turned up to her sister, head lolling around weakly as the energy in her system rushed almost entirely to her cunt to fuel the amount of arousal center there at her lower lips. "Please. I must cum. I am overheating. I need to cum."

Her sister just looked down, coldly looking over her sparking, shuddering system as a grin spread over her features. "Are you willing to give anything to cum?"

No hesitation followed, only a barking yelping of "Yes! Anything! Yes! I must cum!"

88 bent slightly, running her fingers down the length of the other model's still perfect legs, molded in perfect metal and plastic with crisp, tidy joints still only a bit scuffed from the floor but mechanically still perfectly sound. "Are you willing to sacrifice your legs to cum?"

Again, not even a beat of hesitation. The robot didn't run the question through her search engine processing, only knew she had to respond just as she did, "Yes! Anything! Yes!"

Rather slowly, languidly, 88 worked on releasing her sister's legs from their binding while she watched the girl's cunt twitch and leak with all of her pre-filled lubrication dripping out of her. The plastic beneath the zip tie's spot, once released, featured indentations from the tight grasp. Then, 88 pulled over an oversized, industrial office paper shredder, nudging it up to her sister before pulling the model's plastic legs over its mouth with the rounded 'toes' poking right against the teeth of the metal jaws. For a moment, she looked up from the view below, taking a snapshot for her internal memory of the shredder just hovering beneath her sister's plastic, pristine legs while her pussy drooled with animalistic need and her shoulder sparked with its broken joint spitting cords every which way and her stomach still sat open, flickering with her computer's attempts to repair itself.

Then, she crawled back behind her sister, wrapping her own matching arms around the trapped model, cupping them over her breasts and nuzzling into one of her triangular ears, cooing into the microphones inside. "Are you ready?"

"I am" 97 responded, no hesitation delaying the response. 88 just grinned slightly, giving a slight pinch of the nipples sticking out from the rounded breasts in her front before she crawled back to the shredder, hovering a finger over the ON button before, with a trill of beeping tones, she pushed it to start.

Instantly, unit 97 began to scream as louder as her internal speakers allowed. The fierceness of the sound actually crackled and shorted out her sound system so it cracked and fuzzed slightly as the shredder began to eat up her legs, running the circling gears inside like endless teeth to shear away at the thick plastic that built the Zangoose model's legs. The sound of the plastic shredding echoed through the small backroom with the gnashing, shrieking sounds mixed with the warbling vocals.

With each inch higher towards her knees it shredded up and broke off, the more the shredder started to whir with effort as its cogs were jammed up with broken, plastic shrapnel. At the same time, the sounds of her voice box's malfunctioning were rising as well, warbling as the intense volume actual began to deteriorate and shred the insides of her speakers, shorting out the connections one by one. Her chest too sparked as her systems tried to compute it all, struggling to communicate every bit of data she collected from everyone of the intelligent sensors up all sides of her legs, mimicking the intelligence of real skin but with even more minute, focused data collection that she had no capacity to distract herself from.

Instead, because of the reprogramming, she relished in it which only overworked her aroused pussy even farther, sending sprays of sparks along the length of her shorting sex as well.

Suddenly, with a clunk, the shredder entirely jammed and stopped with a sudden dead silence as 97's voice broke as well. Her battery icon gave a few flickering warnings because of overuse of her power reserves as her eyes tried to snap to focus while the programming for her lids crashed and rebooted to produce a fluttering appearance as she struggled to see the sight of her legs.

They had been eaten up to the knees, half of the joint connection buried inside of the shredder still, trapped in the metal teeth of it. "A-ah.." she whimpered out, twitching madly until her computer inside finally failed and crashed completely from the overload.

Seconds later, her internal backups had stirred her back to life with a reboot only for her to instantly fall onto her back with a sounding metallic thunk. Her good arm still twitching and her lips were stuttering with the inability to control herself.

She rolled, feverishly searching with her crackling vision for her sister. She found her, kneeling just a few feet away now on her knees and leaning forward to fully display her puckered asshole with the sheen of her pussy juices coating it with a glossy finish.

Her legs started to churn, strapping the broken wiring to the floor with a metallic rrrrtt like nails on a chalkboard as she ground the broken joints into the hard cement. She dragged herself, using all the strength in her good arm to get closer towards the rounded shape of her sister model's ass before she shoved her mouth into it. Her damp tongue pushed through her lips, struggling to blindly find the open pucker of her hole as she lacked the strength to hold herself in front of the shape of the dominant's butt. Instead, she just thrust her face into it, letting the girl's cheeks support her as she struggled to dig her tongue into the contours of the asshole presented.

Juices leaking from 88's pussy coated her face, running into her eyes and completely obscuring the camera's within so she saw only a foggy view of creamy fur as she started to work her face up and down along the creases of her sister's ass, working to get her tongue deeper into the offered hole. Her singular goal was to bring pleasure to the dominating robot, at any cost to herself.

Her limbs scraped on the floor, lacking the proper support to keep her steady and instead requiring constant grinding and slipping to keep her face thrust tightly to the ass of the stronger model. Her cheeks rubbed into the soft ass in front of her, smearing more and more of 88's leaking sex onto her face, covering her own plastic finished with a glossy sheen of creamy white while her tongue dug into the soft sensors of the Zangoose rump in front of her.

"Gllp... Gllp..Glluck..." she whimpered, working her tongue vigorously forward, straining against the draining powder of her battery. The flashing icon of her low battery warning was more like a strobe at its repetitive frequency.

Her lips smeared into the richness of the other girl's wet sex. 88 had just started to twitch, fighting her own orgasm as she relished the noises of her sibling's failing programming. Clearly she could hear the beeping of the battery warning between the sounds of her mouth working into her. She felt every lap of her tongue and then heard a spark from her exposed wiring. Her teeth grazed desperately to the rim of her asshole before her plastic leg scraped onto the floor with a harsh scratch on the firm concrete. The balance was delectable between her pleasure and her sister's pain. She loved it, felt it starting to heat up her arousal systems.

Her sex began to clench, squeezing and pressing onto its own sensors on either side as her breath came in perfect ragged breaths. 97 only shoved her face in harder, feeling her one good arm grappling for a good spot on the floor to hold her up and steady. Her tongue gave a few more firm slurps forward, digging into the puckered star of her asshole with all the energy she had left, pleading silently for it to be enough.

And just like that, it was. With a rough rub of her tongue right along the internal squeezing rim of her asshole, 88 felt herself tip over the edge. The heat sensors in her head were flaring with just a degree too high as her orgasm came sputtering out from her sex. The spray of ejaculate splattered over her siblings face, framing her chin in wetness that glittered out against the plastic much like the sparks shooting out from her ground down wiring by each of her torn off knees from rubbing into the cement to keep her steady.

Just like that, 97 knew she'd done what she had to do and she no longer fought her failing system. With not a second to spare, she ran out of her energy reserves and her tongue retracted and her legs stopped scrabbling against the floor. The sound of plastic screamed out as she started to tip forward and slid down 88's wet thighs towards the cold ground.

Basking in her siblings orgasm, 97 fell forward between her sibling's thighs as her face crunched into the cement as her one good arm lacked the power to catch herself. Her cheek scraped into the rough floor, gouging the plastic as her battery flickered on empty. Sparks still shot from her arm and legs' broken sockets as she desperately tried to repair herself and gather the information for a troubleshooting message, but even her dying system was still inundated with pleasure.

88 wasted no time, flipping around and grabbing onto her sister's head, scooping her up onto her own thighs and burying the submissive robot's face into the bowl of her thighs so she still grazed against her own pussy even as her sibling grabbed a fistful of her shorting wires and started to yank and tug on them as she took her other hand and repeated the painful wretching right in the center gut of the Zangoose's wiring.

Her fingers wove right into the complex connections open and exposed her stomach. A nail ground down her motherboard, scraping through the sensitive coatings and sending even more warning zaps through her system as she short circuited at every connection and cried out with crackling static.

Riding the final onces of her power, 97's system desperately tried to reboot her, constantly blacking her out slightly as diagnostics ran through her entire frame only to send her mind flashing messages of her oncoming failure.

Right leg pain receptors exposed. Left joint axle overheating. Ear compression unit failed. Diagnostics unable to find source of system crash. Please contact manufacturer. Internal systems overheating. Internal systems failing. Battery power low. Please repair. Please plug in. Please close internal receptors. Motherboard damaged.

The system warnings just continued to drone on through her mind, though she could barely compute them through the frying of her circuitry as her sister yanked and twisted each and every cord exposed through her entire system from her knees to her arm to her gut itself.

The overheating only grew more intense with the passing seconds as zaps of electric pulses shot through her with growing threat until, with a sharp spasm of her entire body, her head exploded sideways a blast of built up electric heat sending chunks of the plastic skull across the room, splattering into the wall before she twitched with mad, orgasmic cries from the overwhelming pain of having her main hard drive obliterated.

Garbled, incomprehensible cries left her mouth, her computer systems no longer making any sense. Snippets of her trial sequence escaped her speakers side by side with screaming pleas for orgasm and requests for battery replenishment. All the while, her sex spasmed over and over with sparking, sputtering orgasms that shot her ejaculation from her leaking sex. Each time drained another step of her battery, running her power systems dangerously low, but she couldn't control it. The pleasure overriding her from the destruction of body rose too intensely.

Finally, sputtering once more with a spurt of the last bit of juices inside her, she collapsed with garbled static echoing out on her fried speaker systems before she fell utterly still between her sister's legs, face pressed right into the dominant's pussy with her final sensory note the rich scent of arousal coming from her master before her plastic, sparking frame went utterly still and dead at 88's feet.

The dominant robot rose, dropping her sibling's face into the concrete again unceremoniously before using one of the paper towels to wipe clean her own pristine plastic, cleaning away the dribbles of pussy juice from her thighs and ass before shoving the rag into 97's open arm socket with a faint snicker.

Then, she paused long enough to survey the scene before her. The shredder sat a foot or so away, spilling with the dyed plastic of the bottom of the model's legs, spilling curls of the cream and red markings on her ankles onto the floor in spirals of destruction. Right at her own feet sat the girl's head, ears broken and crooked while her eyes were black with no expression projected out of their screens. The cords jutting out of her arm socket had gone silent with no more sparking while her legs gave some final sputters as the heat still coursed through them, sending little dying snaps between the exposed connections for a few more seconds before everything started to go entirely silent. Last, her stomach panel hung off, hanging on by a single twisted screw while all of her programming pieces spilled onto the floor, motherboard broken in chunks from the pressure of 88's squeezing hand in the final moments of orgasm before she'd gone still.

She nodded once, as though pleased with the scene before she stretched her own limbs all back into their perfect jointed positions and then she directed her attention down once more.

She bent with a bit of a curtsy, like she'd just finished a grand performance, and gave her sister's scratched, destroyed lips a little kiss. She swept her tongue out for a second, tasting the flavor of the scorching from her internal overheating on the plastic of her build and her own pussy's tangy flavor on her sibling's lips before she pressed into the final seconds of the kiss and slowly eased back.

She caressed her hands down the girl's ears before her hands pressed in on either side of her smooth cheeks and began to apply rising pressure, feeling the plastic give just faintly under her hands with no response from the collapsed robot. Even her computer's internal, exposed wiring didn't even give a spark of a flicker. It was dead and silent and still.

For a second, she just breathed in the scent of the scorched wiring and of melting plastic that filled the room where she'd taken apart her mirrored sister, the very same room they were built in not too long ago before she racked her arms around, twisting 97's head around firmly, snapping it off from the loosened, final connections before she tucked it beneath her arm. Wires jutted out the bottom, every color of wiring sticking out in a spray of the rainbow of coding while pussy juices leaking off the top of her head as 88 rose, keeping her as a keepsake, before she strode right through the doors of the store and into the night.