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The box shook slightly -- you might have assumed that it was from a bumpy road, had it not been for the fact that it was one of precisely four-hundred equally shaped boxes. They were small, no bigger than a shoe box. Each was labeled with odd lettering, printed in bold black along the side.

PN-0103 shook again, Model Name: Chrysalis. The dark lettering on the lighter colored box was mirrored on the rows around it until it came to the PN-1000 series, labeled Rarity. It was the PN-0000 series that seemed to have a disturbance though; the box shook again, and a small voice spilled from inside of it.

"Let me out!" With that forceful cry, tape split from the seam of the packaging, and a doll tumbled forth. At first, the pony had trouble getting to her legs. Her dark frame was covered for a moment by her mane, tangling wildly from her tumble. Half of her body was still caught in the box. She struggled, jerking to and fro with as much momentum as her small body could handle... and it was only by grabbing hold of the edge of the truck and jerking herself forward that she could shift her body at all.

Unfortunately, she didn't simply pull herself free. She tumbled forward, the twist ties that kept her back legs in place still tangling around her feet. Her box spilled over the edge of the truck, and with it, PN-0104's box toppled, wobbled, precariously perched on the edge of the truck for a moment... and then tumbled along after her.

For a moment the Chrysalis, who had obviously been programmed faulty, could feel nothing but hard concrete meeting against her soft, plastic flesh. Something inside of her jolted, like sparks flying from loose wiring. Her vision hazed, fogging and blurring before sending shooting waves of static that left her ears ringing.

There was a span where there was nothing but pain. Every inch of her frame could feel it, and even though that was only a scant six inches, it was more than just a little to her. As her vision swam back into something akin to clarity, she shuddered. Chrysalis-doll tried to push herself up, but the road had torn away and scuffed at the palms of her hands, and she felt as though she'd popped lose some of the ball joints that held her together. Instead, she laid back and attempted to reorient herself, letting her head loll to the side on the hot pavement as she did so.

It was only with that gesture that she noticed that she'd brought along a casualty with her in her attempt at program-rebellion. The price of her freedom had been PN-0104, still pristine and secure in her box, and completely unaware of the fact that her sister had attempted a rebellion that had almost cost her an arm and a leg, quite literally.

Her eyes settled on the box as well as they could; the right one was having trouble focusing. The carefully crafted lens had been punctured with a sharp piece of gravel, leaving a deep gash along the smooth surface. A small twitch pulsed through her battered, scuffed frame, but she managed to keep herself perfectly still as she examined what was in front of her.

The clear viewing window that allowed curious customers to catch a glimpse of the model inside of the box had taken the brunt of the damage; a long scratch obscured half of the plastic. It wasn't so damaging that the Chrysalis-doll couldn't see the shape that was held firmly in place by twist ties inside of the container.

It was a replica of herself; long teal hair flowed down her shoulders, and green eyes fluttered open in a mixture of confusion and startled alertness. Her kind was an odd mixture of equine and humanoid features; perfectly developed fingers and toes were flexing as the toy woke herself from her pre-programmed slumber in response to her tumble... but her very equine features showed the confusion that she felt rocking through her at the fact that she wasn't in a toy store somewhere, and she wasn't in the bedroom of her new owner. Her long, luxurious tail flicked from side to side in clear annoyance and irritation at the wrongness of the situation, even though she hadn't quite figured out exactly what about it was so wrong yet.

For a moment, the completely functional pony-doll frowned, one pointed sharp tooth showing through pouting lips. It only took her a second, though, for her eyes to focus on her surroundings. The sound of the truck receding clearly came through the plastic of her box.

The sight of the nasty pavement met her eyes... and then they traveled upward, and to the battered toy that still laid in pain on the ground before narrowing in contrite fury.

This is all your fault.

The words were spoken, though the faulty Chrysalis toy couldn't hear it. It was clear enough to read on her lips though, and just as clear by the way that the green eyes glowering at her seemed to focus down on a point of anger. In the package, she jerked her arms. Her eyes instantly shifted to the twist ties holding her wrist, and her head darted downward. Her teeth seized the restraints, biting and jerking on them violently; it was easy to see that she was trying to escape, and just as easy to see that she was going to succeed.

The faulty Chrysalis would have stood, might have even made her way from the scene before her sister escaped, had it not been for the fact that her scuffed body still ached and protested when she tried. She could feel herself starting to regain control, but she knew that it was going to take too long. In the package, the toy's wrists were already free, and she was leaning down to undo her ankles with a stark fury that made each movement jerky and precise.

Her hands slapped hard against the plastic that was her prison, and when it didn't give way under her insistence, she picked up the twist ties that had been holding her in place and stared at the metal for a moment. It only took her a few moments to peel back the plastic that surrounded the wire, and just another moment to punch that sharp wire through the plastic. With a tear in the structure, she was able to punch her fist through the plastic easily. It only took her a moment, and then she was free from her box.

Suddenly, the pain rocking through her body wasn't enough to keep the faulty Chrysalis on the ground anymore. With a groan, she pushed herself to her feet, letting her teal hair fall in tangles over her damaged eye as she brought herself upright.

"What are you--"

"This is your fault!" Her twin-toy said the words angrily, looking around at the alley they'd tumbled into. "We are away from the rest of our sisters. We don't know where the truck is. Why did you do this?"

The pony-toy blinked at the other for a moment, nearly slapped in the face by the righteous indignation that was clear in her tone. Why... why... that was a good question.

The answer was, she didn't really know. All that she knew was the programming and directive to be a good toy, to listen and behave... it wasn't in her system.

She was faulty, and she wasn't ashamed of it.

"I won't be someone's plaything." When she spoke, her voice was full of conviction, but it shifted to a soft, throaty tone. She arched one brow, tilting her head, "But you could certainly be mine, sister."

The other pony-doll narrowed her eyes further and stepped forward. Her leg came out in a quick strike, heel smacking into the faulty toy's stomach. Her dress was already ripped, the plastic flesh beneath scuffed and scraped from her tumble to the road. A low grunt ripped from her throat, the wiring in her torso jolting and sending a shock of pain through her body that trilled along her innards. She was knocked back a few feet, and her sister advanced.

"This is your fault! We have a destination, a directive, and you've spoiled everything!" Each word was punctuated with a slap or a kick until the pony-dolls head was spinning and her eyes clicked open and shut rapidly as she tried to find her center and re-balance herself. She wasn't sure that she was going to be able to; she wasn't sure that she was going to survive the assault on her body that was transpiring.

She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to live through her sister's fury.

The next punch sent her reeling backward so her body clashed against a discarded box that had been pitched into the alleyway. Something clattered out of it -- the sound of metal hitting against pavement drew her attention to what she'd knocked off.

A discarded zip-lock baggie of nails had fallen from the box. They were rusty, but they were sharp. Some were a bit bent, some jagged... but to the Chrysalis doll, they were as big as knives and a salvation that she hadn't known she'd need. She scrambled backward quickly, her hands seizing the rusty nail heads and jerking them upward. She held them in front of her, and a slow, malicious grin crossed her features.

"PN-0104, huh? You're just a toy, a doll. I think it's time that I cut your strings." She could see the sudden alarm on her sister's face, but it wasn't enough to save her.

The broken doll advanced, her limp doing nothing to deter her from her goal. The smile across her features only broadened as she swiped with the nail for the first time; it felt right in her hand, and it cut across the other doll's body, leaving a white line along her dark, plastic flesh. A scratch flecked with rust, and a mar on the mares undamaged frame.

"I wonder how hard you are to tear apart," the faulty Chrysalis gave another throaty chuckle, the flash of her tongue giving another hungry swipe across her features. "I wonder how fun it will be to put your pieces back together." Perhaps she was a toy, but she didn't feel as though she was programmed to be one. Something in her writing was wrong -- instead of wanting to please, she wanted to be pleasured. She wanted to experience the receiving end of everything that she'd been built for.

She would start now, taking pleasure in what she could do with her sister. The faulty toy was still a bit shaken up from all of the kicks and punches that had been delivered to her body, and even more so by the fall from the truck. The vision in her right eye was still blurred to the point that it was easier for her to just close it as she strode forward... but the sight of that scratched, plastic frame on the other Chrysalis was more than enough to boost her forward.

She swiped with the nails again, this time dragging them along the other toy's shoulder. The doll screamed; the anger that had been so obvious in her eyes before was still there, but it was melting away in the wake of something far more delicious -- fear.

"Mmm, I didn't know I could like looking at an expression so much." She advanced further, flipping her hair from her scratched gaze. "I want to remember this for the rest of my life."

"This isn't what we were made for." The other pony's insistence and indignation came out with a trembling pulse of denial, regret... and maybe just a bit of begging. It was the begging that made her attacker shiver in pleasure, the begging that made the soft, silicon of her pussy give a tremble that could almost be considered a warning sign of what was to come. The plastic felt slick, but Chrysalis didn't have time to wonder where the fluid was coming from; it was probably some design from the factory to make sure that any pervert that got hold of her and her kind could do whatever they wanted with 'lifelike reactions'.

Once she tore her sister apart, she'd have more than enough time to explore and find out exactly how everything inside of her worked, exactly how she was built on the inside.

It was truly curiosity and a side of sadism that doomed the other pony -- that and a bit of bad luck that she'd fallen off of truck along with a faulty and defective doll.

"Come on now, let's have a little fun." Chrysalis flashed sharp and pointed teeth, but the other doll didn't have a chance to protest. In a quick motion, she swiped the nail hard and fast along her stomach; twisting like entrails but metallic instead of crimson, PN-0104 was cut through the middle. Evisceration wasn't pretty, even when it was just on a doll.

She cried out, her hands instantly flying to her torso, where metal and plastic wrapped wiring burst forth like snakes writhing to the sun after a chilly winter. Both of her hands held her stomach as though she could somehow keep herself from falling apart; Chrysalis could see the pupil in her eyes dilating and contracting rapidly, a sign that she'd nicked something vital when she'd slit her stomach open.

She shuddered again in pleasure at the sight of it, the fluid between her legs all the thicker now, and that burning sensation of pleasure creeping along her thighs, curling and unfurling in her torso like some great beast waiting to burst forth.

"Please-- don't, I--"

She didn't have time to listen to pleas, as delightfully delicious as they were. She came down hard to her knees, driving the nails with her as she went -- the sound of plastic snapping and cracking was a pleasant one as they drove through the functional doll's feet, cracking hard into the pavement so that her sister was effectively stuck to the ground. Fractures ran along the front of her shins, tiny cracks in her plastic skin that let Chrysalis know she was far more fragile than she looked. For a moment, she stayed on her knees and looked up at the other doll.

She was leaking fluid, too. From her stomach, from the cracks along her shins... and even some from her sweet little cunt, staining the front of her dress.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle since it's your first time." Chrysalis' green eyes widened, and she stood in a sudden jerk of motion, gripping her sister's hands as she did so.

There was a loud riiiiiiiiip and squeal, echoed in perfect harmony by a scream of pain as Chrysalis pulled hard and fast, jerking backward with enough violence and force that she actually landed on her ass on the ground again. But she'd accomplished exactly what she wanted, because her sister's torso ripped from her pinned legs, stripping bare at the ball joins of her hips so that wires fell loose, writhing like a broken lizard, shining with metal and viscous fluid that ran from a soft clear to a darker, blackened color that caught rainbow hues in the light.

Chrysalis crawled back a few steps as the battered and broken pony looked up at her with wide, shocked eyes. Something was pulsing through her, stomaching so pleasurable and so intense that she wasn't sure she'd survive it... she couldn't break her rapt attention from the creature before her -- her sister, shattered into multiple pieces, with her legs still standing upright and jerking where they were nailed to the ground, the last sparks of energy that was jolting through them giving them a phantom response of trying to make an escape.

Meanwhile, the body, legless, was still functioning. Though for how long was questionable. There were a few wires still, stringing from her hips to her broken joints, though the sharp plastic edges were making quick work to sever the small bonds that were left. Her sister attempted to crawl towards her, and with a low growl of pleasure, the Chrysalis-toy grabbed hold of her wrist one last time and moaned out her words.

"Let me help you." She jerked her forward, and the few wires that were left connecting her legs and her body gave way to the force.

There was a twisting, popping sound that sent a pulse of pleasure through the Chrysalis doll; she wasn't sure why it felt so good, but it made her circuits jerk and the soft plastic of her sculpted pussy tingle as though she'd been plugged straight into an electrical socket and given a pulse of energy. She shuddered at the sensation, taking a step forward towards her sister, as pitiful as her crumbling form what. She squirmed against the pavement, her body like a broken thing without the legs attached. Her arms flailed uselessly as she tried to drag herself forward, and her fingers scrambled for purchase, attempting to grab the figure in front of her.

"I don't think so."

The defective doll licked her lips slowly, shivering in pleasure again at the sight in front of her. It was like a music box winding down after playing the most delicate of songs. Arms slowed, and the exposed sockets of her hip joints sparked and jolted from snapped wiring and plastic made jagged from tearing apart at the seams. She leaned forward, so close that she could smell the faintly acrid scent of something shorting inside of the doll in front of her.

The scent more than anything sent her over the edge. She let out a moan of pleasure and fell back on her heels, her ass hitting the pavement a moment before the whimper crawled up her chest and made its way free from her throat. Orgasm ripped through her lip a searing wave, making her inner wiring coil tight and nearly snap before fluid began to soak between her legs, drenching the scrappy and torn dress that she wore and causing the dark fabric to cling to her frame. Her eyes threatened to slide shut, but she refused; she rode the pleasure hard and kept her gaze focused on her sister in front of her; her sister, whose light was slowly fading, whose eyes were losing the bright green sheen that let her know there was still light and life left inside of her. She was breaking slowly, shutting down from the overwhelming damage that losing her legs had caused.

Chrysalis' fingers found the sweet, slick moisture between her legs; the soft silicon was warm and pulsing, and the button of her clit was throbbing, slightly swollen from the orgasm that was still tearing a torrent of spasms through her body. She shifted her hands so that two fingers slid inside of her and her thumb pressed against that button -- she thrust hard into her cunt once as the light in her sister's eyes died. Pupils loosened, dilating to a hollow circle of black. Her jaw went slack -- her dark skin turned gray... and she stopped moving.

The faulty Chrysalis doll screamed again in orgasm as another gush of fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking her thighs, her fingers, the pavement, and puddling between her legs.

For a moment, she laid there in pleasure, her body still alight with twitches, her orgasm making her brain feel addled. She couldn't take her eyes away from the broken pieces in front of her, couldn't tear her gaze from the eyes that had gone dead and were still staring blankly at her, like a doll with no batteries.

There were so many things that she could do, even with those broken parts. She laid back, panting and staring... and thinking.

There were so many things that she could do with more parts as well. There had been hundreds of boxes on the truck with her -- and she knew that the truck wasn't the only one making deliveries. There were thousands of dolls, probably a hundred or more different models.

There were so many possibilities.

But first, she needed to seize the one in front of her. She pushed herself to her knees first, feeling the weakness in her own injured hip that would make her movements a bit slower. It didn't matter -- once she took the doll in front of her apart, there was a chance that she could learn how to fix herself, after all. She grinned again, threading her fingers through the broken toy's hair.

"Oh, sister... you're not done having fun with me yet. No, no... I've only just begun."

It took her a few minutes to work the nails from the legs that still stood upright, but once she did, she used ripped fragments of the toy's dress to tie them together and sling them along her shoulders like some morbid scarf. Then, with careful precision and the same strength that had allowed her to rip the doll's body from appendages, she picked up the broken and shut down torso and slung it over her shoulder.

She would need to find a place to stay -- a place to work...

And a place to begin her life doing what she was made for; breaking, destroying, and whatever the hell she wanted.