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The large, old cabinet door was closed, but was ajar enough to be opened fully. As Bella put her plastic hand on the smooth edge opposite of its hinges, she felt afraid of what she might find. The lopunny knew she screwed up when Mother requested to meet with her under the sink, but she didn't understand how. The mission was a success: they double, no, triple-checked that the town had enough of those special mushrooms to harvest enough 'drink' from for the next month. So what if she accidentally kicked over a vat of unprocessed 'drink' and contaminated a fresh batch? She never meant to; it was her programming. She tended to stretch her legs or pose if she got bored or sought attention from one of the male robo-dolls working at the plant; they were far and few throughout the whole island and were always a rare find, always exciting those who've never seen one before.

Her and Mother's bodyguard uniforms didn't help her case either, only consisting of a black leotard, white stockings, and tall boots. They were both used to wearing similar garb, though, as they were both fitness dolls: her specifying in yoga and Pilate's, her mother specifying in bodybuilding and weightlifting. They both enjoyed showing off their strength and flexibility, finding they were more fit than most dolls in the town. Her mother has always inspired her, and she wanted to follow in her footsteps: to inspire other dolls to work out and see which joint, skeletal, load capacity, or battery upgrades they want to get to improve their way of life. It was why Mayor Diane, a tall, beautiful, gardevoir model, chose them to be part of the Guard.

Of course, that also meant her mother put more pressure on her to improve. If she screwed up during a mission or while on guard duty, Mayor Diane would just scold her and tell her to do better next time. Her mother, however, would only say in a cold, monotone voice with a slight hint of disappointment:

"Meet me under the sink."

Bella knew exactly what would happen after she carefully stepped up and over the lip of the door's frame and into the dark, damp cupboards under the bathroom sink. One thing she was thankful for was that her mother did not utilize the leaky drainpipe from above to torture and punish her; she knew she'd short-circuit in a matter of minutes because of the large amount of exposed wiring from her damages.

No...Mother had other methods of torment.

"About time you showed up," her mother said, sternly, "I was hoping to not have to hunt you down and drag your broken ass all the way here."

Her mother was a lopunny model as well, though a mega shiny variant. She was built bulkier and two inches taller than Bella, but still retained her general, feminine figure. Unlike Bella, who still wore her bodyguard uniform, her mother was already naked with her arms crossed, covering her breasts. Next to her was that infamous match box they both knew well, and behind her was what they both called 'the chair.'

As soon as Bella saw those, she knew she'd be here for a while...again.

Her boot was about the only thing keeping her broken-off shin barely in-tact, along with the thicker wiring, making it look like she shattered her knee. One of her hands had its plastic covering broken off, leaving a jagged hole to expose the wiring and metal joints within, along with some of her finger coverings broken off as well.

The lopunny tried to hobble over to her mother then squeaked as she lost her balance, falling to the cold, moldy wood of the sink cupboard and trying not to land on her broken hand. She was thankful, though, that the tall boot covered up her damaged leg, for now.

Her mother let out a groan. "Can't leave you alone for more than five minutes, now can't I?" She stormed closer to her daughter and yanked her up by the ears, lifting her off the ground one-handed with ease.

"Aggh! Ow! Ow! I'm sorry, Mother!"

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, missy!" With her other hand, she grabbed the top of Bella's leotard and ripped it right off, brushing off any lose fabric that remained.

Bella's hormonal sensors began to kick in, triggering her nipple stiffening pump and sex module. When she was thrown into the chair and her mother began to tie her wrists and waist, her AI wasn't sure whether to register the experience as fear, pain, pleasure, or a combination of all three.

After her mother tied her up, she went to take off her boots and stockings. "Alright, what did you do to yourself this time?"

As soon as her mother tugged on her bad leg to take the boot off, Bella let out a scream and tried not to shake too much in the chair.

She immediately stopped and looked up at her daughter. "You must've banged it up pretty good if a gentle tug is making you scream like that." With a wicked grin, she grabbed her daughter's leg tight and yanked off the boot, along with the stocking and the broken-off section of her leg.

"AAAggghh!! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"

Bella shook violently in the chair, the tight restraints barely giving way to her protests.

Her mother looked at the, now ripped off, booted leg for a moment, then tossed it behind her. "You need to get tougher limbs and joints, so you won't be so brittle!"

Bella tried to control her crying; she hated appearing weak in front of Mother, even in the most extreme instances of pain her AI allows her to feel.

Her mother stood up and backhanded her, which immediately stopped her crying.

"Thought you were made of tougher stuff." She then noticed Bella's damaged hand, gripping onto the chair arm for dear life. "At least I know that was a simple, work-related accident," she said, pointing at the wiry, metal hand. Her mother knelt down and gently rubbed the exposed robotics, using her other hand to caress Bella's cheek.

Bella began to calm down almost immediately upon her mother's touch, then began to feel her hormonal sensors kicking in much more, though in a more soothing manner. It was then she noticed her sex module began leaking its artificial fluid, getting the seat of the chair wet and sticky as she let out a few soft moans.

Her mother sighed. "It's a shame you enjoy this," she muttered as she kept rubbing Bella's broken hand, "Just as long as you don't damage yourself on purpose, okay?"

Bella nodded in response. Her emotional AI slowly transitioned from fearful and nervous, to calm and relaxed.

"Remember that," her mother said as she stood up enough so she could kiss Bella on the lips, slowly moving her hand to her belly, then up to one of her breasts.

She moaned as her mother made out with her, which grew louder once she felt her breasts being groped. She strained her arms to try and break free, just so she could feel her mother's larger breasts against hers, along with just feeling up that muscular, yet feminine frame. She knew how weak her joints had become since the accident and during her journey home; the misty air outside leaked in through the openings of her wounds and gaps in her plastic coverings, so she knew the metal and wiring inside her was at least damp. Between that and her mother's touch, her lubricant system pumped more and more fluid, which continued to leak onto the chair.

Her mother drew back and broke the kiss. "Now about that leg of yours," she said as she knelt down, though stopped part way once she noticed how much Bella leaked from her artificial pussy. She grimaced and slapped it hard, making Bella scream in pain.

"Dammit, Bella! You better stop that, or I'll make you clean up the chair yourself when we're done!"

Bella cried, feeling her groin area and legs vibrating. "S-Sorry! I-I can't h-help it!"

"Hmph." Her mother then lifted her broken leg and examined it, caressing and fondling the exposed wiring, though began to get annoyed as Bella moaned more and more.

"You best quiet down while I look at this," she ordered, not once looking at Bella, "It's been some time since I had to do this sort of repair on you."

Bella tried to force her mouth not to open, nor make any noise as her mother checked up on her; yet, the more and more she fondled with her broken-off leg, the harder it became not to let it all out.

"Ugh! That's it!" She let go of her leg, letting it smack against the seat of the chair. Going through the matchbox, her mother pulled out a doll-sized ball gag, an accessory product remnant of the factory that used to be on the island. It looked just like any other ball gag one would find at a sex shop, though had 'Symbiote Tech Inc.' printed on the inside in small, white lettering, and was advertised as 'Size fits most doll models.'

Once she saw that gag, she squirmed even more. "I'm sorry Mother! I promise I'll try to keep quie--gggghhh!"

Her mother shoved her head forward and wrapped the ball gag around her head, forcing her mouth open so that the gag popped inside. "There. Now let your mother check on you in peace, hmm?"

Instantly, Bella's saliva glands began to leak, letting out soft, muffled moans as her mother continued to look at what was left of her leg. Because of how faulty her AI worked, she came to enjoy being gagged especially; not only was it a kink she learned to enjoy, but having something forced in her mouth oddly relaxed her, so much that her automated process slowed down enough to keep her functioning.

Her mother was in quiet thought, taking in any information and comparing it to what she already knew when it came to severe robo-doll repairs. She was made only a few years prior to Bella and would've been shipped out to an IT specialist before the company went under, so she was pre-programmed to know basic computer and robotic hardware and software. The fitness aspect was upon customer request, and she knew full-well, just like every other doll on the island built prior to Symbiote's collapse, it was purely for aesthetic and fetish purposes as well as her primary directive.

As she worked and played around with the wires, her mother began to smile somewhat and looked up at her daughter. She noticed Bella kept very still and her head leaned back fully against the chair; the only movements were involuntary twitches and soft moans whenever she'd touch one of her wires or exposed metal. "You're doing great, sweetie; mommy's almost done here."

It was moments like these her mother couldn't play the tough, dominating role model and opted for pure care and affection.

But they would only last for so long.

Once she was finished, she stood up and untied Bella's wrists and waist and took the ball gag out, then grabbed her and lifting her out of the chair. For a second, a sticky, thin thread of Bella's secreted lube stretched from her artificial pussy and the chair seat before it broke.

Bella hopped for a bit on her only leg then grabbed onto her mother tight to use her as support, resting her head on her mother's larger breasts.

"We're almost done, sweetie," she said, gently petting Bella's head, running her head down her ear lops, "I need you to do one more thing for me."

Her head shot up. "W-What do you want me to do?"

Her mother let go of her, spun her around, and shoved her face-first into the chair, making Bella cry out and collapse into it. "Clean up your mess!"

"W-With what?" She choked, not wanting to look at her mother.

Just then she felt a sharp sting on her rump, forcing her to collapse further against the chair.

"You damn well know what!"

She sniffled and tried to adjust herself so she could sit comfortably on the floor with only one leg, but still have her mouth lined up with her mess on the seat. As soon as she did, she began to lick away at her cum staining the edge of the seat, most of it still wet.

"That's a good girl." As her mother watched her lick away, one of her hands slowly moved over her sex module. She began to finger herself as she watched, and the sight of Bella's petite, round ass only turned her on more. Yet, unlike Bella, her mother could maintain her firm, dominating attitude when her hormonal sensors kicked in; it wasn't uncommon for dolls to limit their emotional programming when aroused, but it was also a learned ability that some can master.

As Bella kept cleaning up her mess, her mother crouched behind her and gently caressed her rump and rubbed her back. "God she's so sensitive," she thought when she heard Bella moan.

She saw how well Bella cleaned up her mess, removing her fingers from her pussy and holding them in front of her daughter's face. "You want a treat, sweetie?"

In her lust-drunk state, Bella only grabbed her mother's hand and pulled it closer, sucking and licking those wet fingers. Sure, their lubricant fluid tasted exactly the same for every doll, but that didn't matter; she always enjoyed putting things in her mouth, especially if they came from Mother.

Her mother giggled and caressed her face once her fingers got cleaned off. "Wait here; I need to get something else."

She nodded and slumped in front of the chair once her mother walked away to the match box. She noticed her mother putting something on near her crotch area and letting out a few grunts of frustration. When she turned around, Bella's eyes widened at what Mother equipped herself with: it was a wearable dildo, where one end had a plug to keep it secure in the sex module cavity. But this wasn't just a normal, generic, wearable dildo accessory. No, this model emulated a canine penis, with the typical pointed tip, expanding shaft, and bulbous knot.

"Now it's my turn to sit in the chair," her mother teased with a smirk, though it quickly faded once she remembered Bella's current, handicap state. "Don't worry, I'll help you up so you can sit on Mommy's lap," she cooed, stroking the canine dildo.

Bella tried to get up on her own, using the chair to push herself up and for support. Her mother immediately went over to help her up and turn her around.

"Alright, easy now."

As they sat down, her mother guided Bella so the dildo rubbed against the front of her sex module. Her mother teased her a bit and hugged her around the waist, kissing her cheek.

"Hope you're ready for a ride," she said, lifting up Bella's good leg and guiding her over the canine dildo.

Bella gripped onto the chair as she lined up her pussy with the dildo head, straining to keep herself lifted just by her arms as to not fall right onto it. Everything was going well at first as the tip slowly began to enter her when--

"OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

She cried out when the dildo jammed right into her after losing her arm strength and dropped. Thankfully the knot didn't shove itself in right away, but the experience overall was still painful.

"Oh! F-Fuuuuck!"

She breathed hard as she tried to get past the initial shock and pain in her sex module.

Her mother wasn't holding her when during the whole ordeal; she only smiled and massaged her back and rump as Bella struggled. Once she did fall right on the dildo, her mother reached around and groped one of her breasts and fondled her pussy.

"Just let it happen, sweetie; the pain will be over soon, and all you'll feel is pleasure."

They sat like this for a few moments. Bella gave short, quick breaths, moaning softly anytime the dildo shifted inside her and loving that euphoric feeling of being molested by Mother. Eventually, her AI stopped registering her violated pussy as pain and began adjusting the sensation to pleasure.

"I-I may need help, Mommy," she pleaded, looking behind her towards her mother.

"Use your arms, sweetie," she said, caressing her waist and smiling, "Try to find which part you want upgraded the most as you push up."

Bella nodded and faced forward again, getting her hands on the chair arms and panting hard. She was never as strong or bulky as Mother, nor did she want to be and preffered to be more lithe and flexible, but she knew when Mother wanted her to train. She always enjoyed exercising in ways she's never tried before or rarely do, even if she wasn't the best at strength training.

"Ready?" Her mother asked.

Bella nodded again and pushed upward slowly, moaning as her pussy slid up the dildo. Situations like this made it tricky for her to focus on the impromptu workout over the accompanying erotic sensations. Her AI was hard-wired to keep workouts and sexual pleasure separate, and trying to combine them made the learning process harder to achieve, if at all. But the relationship she developed with Mother aided that learning process.

She tried to keep it slow and not let Mother be the one sliding her up and down the dildo. There were a number of times she needed to rest her arms and just sit there, though loved the feeling of the dildo filling up her sex module. Because of this, her mother suggested doing sets, which helped a little, and her mother would gently fondle and pet her during the rest periods.

"Mmmphh! F-Fuck, my arms are starting to feel stiff..." She knew she had a couple more in this set but gave up on trying to count herself and just focus on the workout. By now, her arms shook anytime she'd try to lift herself up, and the reps came slower and slower.

"You're doing awesome, Bella! Just two more to go!"

By this point, her mother was helping her a little too much by sliding her up and down herself rather than allow Bella to do it. Still, she was proud her daughter is so close to 40 total reps on these.

Bella grunted and moaned when she tried to do her second-to-last pushup; the bulbous shaft of the dildo and her leaking lubricant didn't make the exercise any easier. When she did hit that, she nearly collapsed, though felt her mother slide her down slowly. She just needed to do one more, trying not to rest more than ten seconds between reps in a set, as her mother had taught her.

"One more! You got this, sweetie!"

With a loud scream and moan, Bella pushed upward so much she almost felt the dildo pop out, though it didn't.

As she tried to slide back down nice and slow, her mother gripped her sides tight.

"Good work. Now we're gonna work on cardio."

Suddenly, her mother thrusted upward, shoving the dildo all the way just before the knot could enter.

"Aaaaagh! Fuck!" She cried out as her arms gave out and she collapsed against Mother. Next thing she knew, Mother wrapped her tight with her strong arms and thrusted upward hard and fast, making the chair squeak and creak.

"Oooh yeah! You want the knot? Hmmm?" She cooed as she licked and bit Bella's neck.

"Oh God! Fffffuck yes I do Mommy!"

"Mmm of course you do, you little slut," she cooed.

Her mother kept thrusting the dildo into her while keeping a tight grip on her. Though, every so often, she would reach up or down and grope one of Bella's breasts or fondle her artificial pussy, or even stick a few fingers in her tiny mouth just because.

Bella could hardly keep herself rigid and mostly just flopped about, letting Mother do whatever she pleased to her. Though she became overwhelmed by the sexual sensation, she was also feeling worn out and knew her battery was getting close to its 'Low' alert.

As her mother fucked her with the dildo, she grabbed Bella's head and pulled it back so her ear would be closer to her. "Here it comes, sweetie."

She wanted to let her mother know, but just gave in to the intense experience they were having. She got so used to her mother's rhythm and force, she didn't expect the knot to get shoved in without warning. Once this happened, she let out a scream of pain and pleasure, though this didn't last long before her battery forced her into 'Sleep' mode. Despite this, though, her hormone sensors went into overdrive and secreted the last bit of lubricant from her tanks, which was just enough for an orgasm.

Her mother leaned back and panted, letting Bella flop back against her as she slowly removed the dildo from her. When she did, she kept hold of her daughter with one arm and wiggled the dildo out of her pussy with her other hand, though purposefully took a little too long as she enjoyed how much the attachment end shifted inside her. Once that was out and tossed aside, she held Bella close and nuzzled her.

"How was that, sweetie?" She asked.

Bella didn't respond, though could still hear her Mother.

She waited a few moments. "Sweetie?"

Still no response.

Her mother turned her limp head around and noticed her eyes closed and mouth hanging open. It was then she noticed a small, bright, yellow light right around the solar plexus area.

She chuckled a little bit. "I must've really tired you out." She then turned Bella around and got her arms to flop over her shoulders, cradling her rump and holding her back. She stood up and carried Bella to the nearby charging station they had set up, which was not too far from the sink and on the floor. Thankfully, the electricity in the small office building they took over still worked, even though it was one of the older ones on the island.

Naturally, many of the buildings on the island suffered from some amount of decay and neglect, and theirs was no exception. Many of the floors and walls were grimy, and piles of documents, litter, and previous employees' belongings were scattered about the place. Of course, areas like under the sink developed heavy fungal growth, yet this never affected the dolls functionality at all.

Mary set Bella down on the floor and plugged her in, then turned on the charging station. She then sat against the wall, pulling Bella closer in her embrace, though was careful not to unplug her on accident or damager her further. She slowly ran her hand down Bella's ear lops and gently massaged the tips with her fingers.

She sighed and looked at her daughter, taking in this tender moment and reminiscing what they just did under the sink. She also thought about how terrible their last mission went, and the numerous incidents where she almost lost Bella for good. One in particular involved a pest raid at a warehouse, and for someone their size, rats were one of the most vial and dangerous creatures to face; Bella was lucky she wasn't one of the bodyguards who got totaled that day. She felt herself tear up a bit just thinking about that day, and every other incident during their missions, but she knew how to control extreme sadness better than most dolls and not get hysterical.

"I hope you know why I put you through that..." she said, even though she knew Bella couldn't respond, "I just want you to be stronger...I just want you to protect yourself and take care of yourself..."

She shuddered and leaned her head back against the wall.

"I can't always be there for you..."