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The Maintenance Logs Part 4: Experimenting with Pleasure For repanbo By Draconicon

Tatyana barely had time to come down from the bad memories before she was presented with an entirely new situation, one that she wasn't entirely sure that she was ready for. It didn't help that the robocorn was staring at her with all the eagerness of a child, looking like she was ready to start bouncing off the walls if she didn't get to play out her little idea.

"You want me...to improve this design?"

She gestured at the holographic representation of the atomic compressor that the robocorn had given her. It was...well, to put it bluntly, a marvel. Something like that was not really possible with the modern day tech, but seeing it laid out before her, she could see how it could be adapted to the tools and materials that they had. It wouldn't be as advanced as the original design, but it would be possible to make it.

But that wasn't what the robocorn was suggesting. Not in the slightest.

"You want me to take this and make it even better? You think that I'm capable of something like that?"

"Oh, I know you're smart enough. I bet you'll make it even better than the people that made this."

"I don't even know how they came up with the idea."

"You think that'll stop you? You're awesome, the prettiest floof - except for the vixen - and the best grumpy cat. I bet you can make something amazing out of it."

"Not without help..."

And much as it killed her to admit that, she felt it was better to say it than to think about the possibilities. She looked at the design again, admiring it, but she knew that there was only one way for her to start building up on someone else's work, and it wasn't just by thinking about it.

The experiments in her childhood had left her brain open to expansion, something that would happen if she was properly stimulated enough. While the scientists in the past had done that as an excuse to rape her, she had learned that pain and other sensations could do the same, push her brain to react and move faster, to fire harder, to get more information processed at once.

It was, however, easiest to access that capability through pleasure. The more that she did to herself, or had done to herself by machines, the better she worked.

That said, there were no machines here, just people. Even Ellyra was a person, no matter how mechanical she was.

And people...touch.

And she didn't need that sort of touch. She didn't need people using her the way that they did in the past. Machines had been good enough for her needs ever since, but she didn't have any of those here.

"I can't do that," Tatyana eventually said. "I can't make it better."

"Sure you can. You told me how to make you smarter."

"Yes, but - no, no, I see the look in your eyes. No."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"You're a person. I have...that...with machines."

"I can be a machine."

"You are a machine, but you're also a person, and -"

"Come on. It'll be just one time, and you can tell me to stop anytime. Think of it like a voice command for your machines. A safeword for me is the same as a password for them."

"..."

She hated the fact that it was a temptation. While the unicorn was definitely not the sort of partner that she would normally take into bed - still far too intelligent, for one - she wouldn't be honest with herself if she said that she wasn't interested in testing out some of the robocorn's features.

"You are being logical."

"Hehehe, yeeee."

"I hate it when other people are logical. It makes them more difficult to refute."

"You have to admit, it's a good argument."

"I admit nothing." Even though it was.

Tatyana looked at the designs again. The fact that they were so advanced meant that anything that she adapted them to would be cumbersome, at best, forcing her to carry a large generator for power. Even the fusion core that they had discussed before would be hard-pressed to power this thing for a long period of time.

If she could make it more efficient, more keyed for the technology of their time...

I can't believe that I'm even considering something like this.

Yet, at the same time, the curiosity bug had bitten her. It was no longer about whether it was a good or bad idea, but whether it was possible or not. Her mind was already afire with the need to find out, and she grumbled under her breath, slowly looking out of the corner of her eye at the robocorn.

Ellyra was whistling 'innocently', which was all the more obvious as she swayed from side to side, completely ignoring the tigress.

"You have plans for this, then?" she asked.

"Plans? Oh, what could I have plans for?"

"How you plan to...stimulate me."

"Oh, of course. Plenty of them. I want to make the kitty purr again."

"...Do you have to put it like that?"

"Do you have to be so grumpy about it?"

"I have reasons."

"Um, yes, you do. Uh, sorry."

"...Accepted."

She shook her head, sighing.

"I suppose there's no way around it."

"You know, most people would be happy to have a unicorn like me all eager to mlem them up."

"I am not most people."

"Obviously. You're cuter."

"I thought you just called me grumpy."

"You can be both! Come on."

She was a little too busy trying to figure out how one could be both grumpy and adorable to be able to fight off the robocorn as she was led back out of the lab. It was an interesting proposition, and one that she seriously considered until she was led to something that did not exactly compute.

Ellyra gestured at a chair that looked like something out of a gynecologist's office, one that had ankle restraints, as well as wrist and torso ones. The robocorn was ripping those ones off, thankfully, but the frame of the chair still reminded her of one that would leave her utterly exposed.

"What...is this?"

"This is to keep you nice and comfy while I get you nice and happy."

"You plan on leaving me so...exposed?"

"Well, it helps if you can't wiggle away. And I don't want to use the leather restraints. I thought the hard-light would be better."

"You are planning on restraining me, anyway? After what happened last time?"

"I'll be gentle!"

She hoped so. The tigress was already as jumpy as could be, and she didn't need this to get any more difficult than it already was.

She approached the chair, slowly pulling off her lab coat. A large part of her mind still couldn't believe that she was doing something like this. It was something that she'd done a number of times, but never with another person. Not since the escape, not since she had the choice of whether to...copulate with another living being.

It is still just a machine. There is nothing to be afraid of. Just another machine.

She sat down, letting her legs be lifted off the ground. Her ankles were set into the legs of the seat, and several hard-light bands poofed into being, wrapping around them gently. She tested the bindings, seeing how well they held her legs. It was clear that she had a better chance of ripping the leg off the chair than she had of moving her own limbs.

She wasn't sure that she liked that, but told herself that it would be better than kicking Ellyra in the face over this.

As her arms were pulled back into the seat, she could feel the initial bits of panic building up, but the robocorn continued to whisper little things, hushing noises that were both annoying and comforting at the same time. The tigress kept forcing herself to breathe deep, to not think about the cool air that was brushing against her sex at that very moment, to make sure that she focused entirely on the project at hand.

The compressor.

It was displayed on the wall ahead of her, right above where the unicorn would be kneeling to put her mouth to work, Tatyana imagined. She groaned as the image popped into her mind, complete with a glowing horn that stuck out from between her legs, and rolled her head back.

"This is so...wrong."

"It'll feel good. I promise. I'm very, very good at this, just ask the mistress."

"I'm sure she likes it, but she's used to this..."

"You're okay with the bindings, right?"

Surprisingly, she was more okay with them than she'd expected. She'd thought that she'd be angry, scared, even wanting to rip her own arms off once they were tied down, but since she had gone into them consciously, of her own volition, it wasn't as bad. It still wasn't great, and she was more tense than she'd like to be, but it was something that she could handle.

"It's...okay."

"If you want to be loose -"

"No. Better this way. Just in case."

"Okay. You just tell me Snickerdoodle if you want me to stop."

"...Snickerdoodle?"

"Something sweet, like you."

"..."

Tatyana would have rolled her eyes if the robocorn hadn't chosen that moment to grab her by the breasts. The tigress hissed, her teeth bared, and Ellyra instantly stopped.

"Sorry. Too much? Too fast? Too rough?"

"Too fast. Didn't expect."

"Sorry. I'll let you see it coming next time."

"Next time?"

"Well, unless you want to say the word?"

It was a temptation. She was still tense as all hell, still wasn't sure that she wanted to do this, but...

But Ellyra was the best chance she had at fulfilling her own curiosity, and she'd gotten the urge to at least try to figure out this compressor. The challenge was something that she couldn't exactly back down from.

"Continue."

This time, she watched as the unicorn's hands came down on her breasts. Her chest was...bountiful, one could say. She wished that it was the result of one of the scientists, someone that had tried to make her into something more perfect for his eyes, but no. They were naturally up to the D cup sizes, and...they were...sensitive.

The feeling of very lifelike hands on her breasts threatened to send her back to the past, considering the number of times that they were molested back then, but she forced herself to keep thinking of who it was.

Ellyra. Customer. Ellyra. Employer. Ellyra. Safe.

The words kept popping into her head, and she kept pulling them to stick around. The last thing she needed was another freak-out, another thing to pull her back into the psat and try and keep her there. She was better than that.

She was better than this.

She forced herself to relax, to let the feeling linger and fill her up. The sensation of the smaller hands on her breasts, lifting them, fondling them, squeezing them, was not unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite, though it took her a while to get used to it. She took one breath, then another, and another, forcing herself to focus on the cycle of her breathing as the robocorn worked with her breasts.

One hand lifted up, rubbing along her nipples, and she hissed again, not quite exposing her teeth. The robocorn slowed down, but didn't stop as her finger traced little circles around Tatyana's nipple.

It was an experience, to be sure. Small tingles, soft things that were so different from the hard suction that the machines did to her. Those were the things that she was used to, and the subtle touch was almost too little for her to feel, too little for her to enjoy.

Almost.

The robocorn was more skilled than she thought, and she could feel the little tingles starting to grow, forcing her nipples to grow hard and obvious through her fur. The tickling feeling of her own fluff was a slight distraction, but she made herself focus on the fingers touching her, on the slow tugs that were developing into proper pinches around her nipples.

"Is that what you like?" Ellyra asked.

"It's...not bad."

"Is it what you do to yourself?"

"Not this slowly."

"Do you want it rougher?"

The obvious answer was 'yes,' but the tigress didn't answer. Instead, she looked at the ceiling, forcing herself to be patient. It was completely against all cat instincts, but she managed it...mostly.

She laid there as the slow stimulation continued, gently bringing her nipples to two pink points on her chest. She looked down, blushing slightly at the way that the robocorn seemed so fascinated with her work, with what she had done to the tigress, but said nothing as those fingers pinched her nipples lightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Is it starting to work?"

"Starting to."

Her head was already racing, and only part of that was due to the memories that were actively being suppressed. The rest of it was down to the feeling of pleasure, and the rapid shocks that were running up and down her spine, the way that her brain was starting to wake up, as she called it, and the way that she was turning her attention completely towards the design on the wall.

It started to make more sense, though the power sources and the way that the wiring was distributed through it seemed inefficient. There were a hundred ways to rewire it, to make it so that it was more efficient, so you didn't have to burn through so much energy just getting it to the compressor.

Then there was a mouth.

She gasped at the sudden heat around her nipple, the warmth simulating that of a real mouth and the pressure on her chest simulating something much more than just a little lick. The tigress arched her back slightly, pressing her chest more firmly to the robocorn's lips, feeling her nipple get teased, sucked -

Bitten.

"Mmmph!"

She bit her lips at that, feeling a bit of wetness starting to roll down the inside of her thigh. Almost instantly, Ellyra sat up, grinning.

"Ooooh, so you do like it rough."

"I didn't say anything."

"You made a sound. You like it a bit rough and painful, huh?"

"Not your thing. Don't even pretend."

"No, but I can find people that do like that."

"NO!"

Tatyana hadn't meant to yell, but it came out faster than she could actually manage. Ellyra immediately grabbed her by the hand, giving it a squeeze, and the tigress took a moment or two to come down from the sudden fear.

"No...no other people. Just you. Nobody else. No people."

"Okay, okay. No other people. Just me. I'll do what I can, okay?"

"Just what you can. No more. No others."

"Yes, yes, that's all. It'll be okay, floofy."

"Don't call me that."

"Don't break my fingers."

They let go, and the robocorn went back to work, dragging her tongue down over the tigress's breasts. It didn't take long for the arousal to come back, and this time, Tatyana seized on it, holding it tight as she looked back at the screen in front of her.

There were ways of making it better, she realized as the pleasure seemed to come harder, faster. The little nibbles on her breasts, the little bites on her nipples, sent shocks up her spine that translated into little bubbles of ideas in her head.

Could make the processor in there a higher model, dual-core it to split the load. Make it so that the computations come faster. Less power supply for the rest of the machine, but if you can make the calculations more efficient, it will need less. Work on the chassis, make it so that the outside is a bit lighter as a result, can carry more...

It wasn't the best of ideas, more a beginning set, but it was something that she hadn't thought of before the pleasure started spiking in her head. She grinned as the ideas started to get stronger, knowing that she was already on the right track.

A little more would give her everything that she needed.

The pleasure at her breasts was fading, however, and she looked down to see why. Watching as the robocorn started to kneel between her legs, she blushed.

"You're...going there?"

"It seemed like the next place. Heh. Why, scared?"

"A little. Nobody has seen it in a while."

"Well, as long as it's clean. And look, it's very clean...and very loose, too. What have you been doing, you naughty kitty?"

"...Machines don't have a size limitation."

"Wow. Must have been some machine."

The unicorn made awed, amazed faces as she pulled on the tigress's pussy lips, something that had its own sort of humiliation behind it. The fact that her pussy was loose was something that she already knew. The fact that it could be opened and closed almost like a book from the abuse that she put it through? That was something else.

"Are you going to lick it or just play with it?" she asked, her cheeks burning like the sun.

"Oh, right, right, that was what I was supposed to do, wasn't it?"

The fact that the robocorn had been so distracted -

"Mmmph!"

The first touch was not a lick, or a finger, but a bite. A gentle bite, to be sure, but considering it was right over her clit...

The combined pain and pleasure from that little nibble was enough to send her brain into overdrive, and she panted and huffed and puffed as she arched her back against the restraints again and again. As licks combined with the nibbles, as a finger, then three slid inside of her, she felt the little sparks hitting her, firing harder, faster.

Equations for different metal alloys started to jump through her head, reminders of the little facts such as how fast they rusted, their lifetimes, their weaknesses, their strengths.

She remembered how to run a fission reactor, how to make it more efficient, how to bring it down to a manageable size.

She thought of how to combine a fission power source with a perpetual motion device, combining the two, slotting them together to create something that was unrivaled in power production.

It would all fit together, something that would be made into a good little tool for her. It would fit onto her wrist, something that she could take wherever she went, something that would never run out of power, or space, or -

"AAAAGH!"

She screamed as she went over the edge, her first orgasm hitting her hard. She came and tried to clench her thighs together, but her legs were bound too tightly for that. It was something that both infuriated her...and turned her on just a little bit.

She made a mental note of that, groaning as the sudden release of tension pulled quite a bit of her new intelligence out of her. The tigress groaned, shaking her head.

"Stop, stop for a second. Need...need to talk."

Ellyra pulled her head out from between the tigress's legs, cocking her head to the side.

"What's up?"

"Need to...need to be kept on the edge. Orgasms make it more difficult to maintain the thought process. Have to ramp up the adrenaline and the other chemicals and hold it at that level, keep building it up rather than letting it release."

"Ooooh, you've gotta be teased? Why didn't you say so?"

"I don't usually have to remember. I have a bunch of pre-set settings that I pick from."

"Heh, okay, okay. I can edge."

"Just...take the information for me first."

She listed off a set of equations that she had been holding onto since just before her orgasm, making sure that they came out clearly rather than muttered or huffed out. She needed to make sure that those stayed out, because there was no telling if she'd reach the same conclusions the next time that she got built up.

As Ellyra added them to the readout in front of her, the robocorn stood up, slowly stroking her hands up and down the feline's legs. Tatyana twitched idly, not quite from aftershocks of the orgasm anymore, but more from the feeling of such a light touch against her body.

It wasn't what she was used to, but it sure wasn't bad.

"So, do you have the thing that Master does with his feet?" the robocorn asked, looking at one of the tigress's soles. "You keep them a lot cleaner than he does."

"There's...things I like, but not things that you do."

"Oh?"

"...Electrical play. And a few others."

"Oooooh, maybe another time, if we can find a way to do it more fun and happy."

"Maybe."

"Now, though...you want more fun, I bet."

"...That is the point of the experiment, yes."

"Then let's see how you like this."

The robocorn's fingers returned to the tigress's sex, and just like before, three fingers darted in. Tatyana groaned under her breath, the soft touch turning into something a bit rougher, a bit faster. She could feel the slight touch of something not-quite-right, something that nobody else could have felt, but she was so used to machines that she knew their touch.

The hint of metallic strength underneath the flesh.

The hint of coolness under the artificial warmth.

The power and speed that no hand or arm could match.

What started as a slow fingering built up to a jackhammer pace in short order, and through it all, the broad, firm feeling of a horse's tongue pressed against her clit. Tatyana clenched her hands into fists, curled her toes tightly as the pleasure started to rise again, the shocks of pleasure matching the bursts of ideas in her head.

_Chassis super-light, give more room for atomic compression with narrow shell.

Digital read-outs, single input-output tunnel instead of in through top out through bottom, minimize power consumption._

Implant-directed. Connect to thoughts, make connection for tool based on need and instinct. Speed of delivery.

Feed on bio-energy, warmth from body feeding reactor as emergency and supplementary source of power.

More and more ideas - and more importantly, how to execute those ideas - kept popping into her head, and the more mysteries that she solved regarding the compressor, the more that she started to think about the girl between her legs, about the little robocorn that was so eagerly eating her out and edging her pussy.

The feeling of those fingers inside of her told her that they were metallic, that they had different compartments inside. Hollow with a powerful frame that had to come from a different planet, a different set of metals than they had here. Compartments that were filled with wiring and other devices, other attachments.

Meant to make sure that things are cared for, that they're safe. Few weapons, but the ones she has are super-powerful. Ones meant to eliminate a threat faster than a threat can become dangerous. Overwhelming rather than merely sufficient.

Which meant that she had two purposes. One, to bond and care. Two, to protect and conquer.

She wasn't always like this. Has to have been something else, too, has to have had something else in her head. Something this nice, not this strong.

It was something that she didn't have enough information for to actually solve, but the extrapolations kept coming.

Planet conqueror that had its memory muffled.

Super-caretaker-nanny from another planet.

Sex toy bodyguard.

All those and more kept popping into her head as possibilities, the compressor forgotten for the moment, though her fingers were twitching hard as she kept them at the tip of her tongue for later.

Ellyra's free hand was rubbing along her thighs, tiny little shocks making her twitch and shake, a few zaps that indulged her kink for electrical play. She was right on the edge -

And then the robocorn let her down again, letting her come back from it, not going over it. Tatyana panted, shaking, groaning, but she knew that it had been what she'd asked for. She was dripping like mad, her fluids running from her sex to her other hole, and the licks over her clit were keeping her from falling so far that she might lose her excitement.

Just as she was starting to catch her breath, the robocorn started the fingering jackhammering again, four fingers inside of the tigress now, and the feline's clit had been pulled into the other woman's mouth. It was slippery, wet...

And it was almost enough to make her cum right then and there.

Panting, gasping, she tried to shove her pussy down, tried to get that orgasm, but the hard-light projections held her firm. The robocorn felt like she was giggling into the tigress's pussy, but that had to be something else.

She...she's still...learning, Tatyana realized, shocked in her own way. Whatever she is...she doesn't remember...she is this, instead...and wants to stay this way...

No wonder she was constantly pushing at personal boundaries. No wonder she was constantly pushing the caretaking stuff as hard as she was. Ellyra might or might not know what she once was, but she had made a decision to be a caretaker - consciously or subconsciously - and that decision was now set in stone. The robocorn needed to stay this way on some level, and that kept her from doing anything that would take her back to what she used to be.

Whatever it was, it must have been terrifying to scare someone like her away from being it ever again. No wonder she was so insistent on taking care of others. She was good, yes, but there was something else that required her to be like this. Something far closer to self-preservation than Tatyana had initially realized.

The realization, combined with the fingers jackhammering into her pussy and the eager pressure of that tongue over her clit, was enough to take her to a mental orgasm. It wasn't the same as a body one, of course.

It was better.

Tatyana seized up, her entire body going into a miniature seizure as all of her muscles tightened all at once. Her vision went white, and her breath came in the slightest of gasps, barely enough air passing her lips to keep her alive.

Ah...ah...

She was on the verge of passing out as the word came to mind. The word that would let her be released from all of this.

"S...Sn...Snickerdoodle!"

And just like that, the whole thing stopped. The projections came free, the stimulation at her pussy ended, and she was able to flop right off the chair. And, of course, the robocorn caught her before she could hit the floor.

"Tatyana? Tatyana, are you okay? Tatty?"

"Never..."

She groaned.

"Never call me Tatty..."

"Okay, you're okay, grumpy cat. Let's get you to bed."

"Mmph...equations first..."

"Okay, okay, but then, bed."

"Maybe...or maybe...finish the job..."

"You can get smarter?"

"No, I mean..."

The feline smiled, even though her cheeks burned.

"You finish...your job...after I put the information in."

"Oh? Oh. Oh!"

"Are we speaking binary now?"

"...01001001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101101 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100011 01110101 01101101 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110010 01100100 00101110."

"Are you, now?"

"01000110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00101110 00100000 01011001 01100101 01110011 00101110."

"I look forward to seeing that. Now...over to the projector..."

The End