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"Rabia, are you ready?" Dr. Holmgren asked.

Beside her was a short fennec android. As the android bounced from foot to foot, her eyes flitted from side to side. They were in a narrow alleyway filled to the brim with odd shops with little to distinguish them besides a sign over the door and maybe a sandwich board outside. These shops were eclectic specialty stores that needed little traffic. The alley was empty besides the one human and the one android; there was no one to see how anxious the latter was.

When she didn't receive an answer, Dr. Holmgren went on. "It's all right to not be ready yet. Transition takes time, and you've made such good progress already."

"But you took the day off to drive me out here," Rabia said, ignoring the point of Dr. Holmgren's words. Her voice sounded off in her ears. It always sounded off though. They had tried to simulate the way her old human voice had sounded, before the accident, before her brain got shoved into a chrome and titanium shell; but for all their work, they never got the tone quite right.

Dr. Holmgren laid a hand on Rabia's shoulder, thumb stroking over the thin artificial fur. "Your health and safety are far more important than the mileage on my car."

The fennec took a deep breath, an irrelevant habit. She had no lungs. But it calmed her all the same. Habits like those, Dr. Holmgren liked to say, were important to remind Rabia that underneath the faux fur and metal and wires, she was ultimately still human, she was still alive. There had been times, in the months of transitional therapy with Dr. Holmgren, where she hadn't been sure. She had had to relearn how to walk and talk and smile, and even see and hear.

But now she was walking and talking and smiling with ease. For all the struggles of going from human to android, there were starting to be some payouts too. Behind her, Rabia's tail started to wag. She liked that tail. And being a fennec! She'd always loved the little sand foxes; her mama always said she had the energy of one. If Rabia played her cards right, there might be some extra payouts today as well.

"I need to do this sooner or later," she said. "And I want to do it now. For me."

Dr. Holmgren gave Rabia's shoulder a squeeze and followed the fennec marching into the shop.

The front of the shop was almost a disappointment to Rabia after her fist-pumping eagerness to get in. There was a front desk with a bell and a shoddy computer, a calendar on the wall, and two android models. That was it. The two androids stood in dynamic poses and shifted between them every few seconds. The back of their heads were open to show that there was no brain inside. These were blanks, just robots. Like all androids, they were modeled after canines. There were too many ethical dilemmas with an android chassis potentially looking like a famous human, but you didn't want androids to look too alien either. So canines were the compromise.

But there was one significant difference between the two display models and Rabia: they were naked. Rabia wore a simple black sports bra and shorts, just enough to account for human modesty even though she was barbie-doll bare underneath it all. The two androids on display however were full rejections of that modesty. One was male with a shaft throbbing in the air. The other was female and her sex glistened with dew.

The fennec stepped up to the counter and rang the bell there.

A head poked out from a curtain heading to the back of the shop. A large bristly moustache was the most prominent feature. "Ahhh, Dr. Holmgren. My dues are all paid up and my licenses are all good to go."

"I had no doubt they would be, Anton. I am here with Rabia." She gestured down to the shyly waving fennec.

Anton, the proprietor of the shop, stepped out and took a quick perusal of the android's body. "Nothing looks broken. Are you here for an upgrade?"

The fennec once more bounced from leg to leg. She found herself starting to babble. "Y-yes. I'm here for a sexual update. If you have those. Which you do, of course, because they're on display, but maybe you don't have any in stock right now."

"Whoa, whoa, little fox. Don't you worry. Anton always has plenty of stock. Come on in." He swung the curtain aside and beckoned the two women to follow him in.

On the other side was a far more impressive room, a machine shop filling an open-air space at least two stories tall. On all the walls were racks and racks of android parts: heads; and then all the head components, ears, eyes, muzzles, tongues, lips; torsos; arms and legs; hands separately; fingers separately; feet and toes separately; tails; and then, at the far end of the room, a variety of breasts and sexes, male and female.

"Is this your first time getting a chassis update?" Anton asked.

"I got some new ears a few days after I got popped into an android body. A little thinner so they were more mobile. I really liked being able to feel..."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Anton said, only half-listening. He swung himself onto a wheeled stool and kicked off, gliding along the ground until he came to a stop in front of a rack of breasts. "Then first thing you need to know is that every part here is modular. Anything outside of head, torso, and limbs should be fully replaceable by yourself in under ten minutes. However, having said that, you should never ever install a part that you have not already had overseen by a professional."

The seriousness of his command shocked her. "Why's that?"

"Every brain is different and that means every neural interface is different. The signals your body uses to tell your hand to make a fist might, in someone else, barely move a finger, or it might use so much strength it buries the fingers an inch into the palm. My job, as a licensed technician," here he winked at the doctor for a moment, "is to make sure the neural interface meshes with any module in a comfortable way."

"And my job," Dr. Holmgren said, ignoring the jibe, "is to ensure that you are psychologically prepared for the differences. These new tools will take you time to get used to."

"Okay," Rabia said. She rocked excitedly on the balls of her feet. She felt the uneven concrete under her toes and tapped a toeclaw into a crack. "What else?"

"We're going to send you home with multiple variants of any module you choose. Even if you think it feels good in the store, it might not feel good at home, or around town. Try out each different module for a few hours, unless there's discomfort. Figure out what's right for you."

"How much will that cost?"

"Your insurance will cover a week free for all of them. At the end of the week, just return whatever you don't want and pay for the rest."

"Wait..." The fennec android glanced at the wall. "Some of these are... used?"

"And then industrially sterilized. I'm not even qualified to do that here. Those things come back so clean I've seen dirtier rooms in a hospital ER."

There was a sudden shake of the head from Dr. Holmgren. Anton quickly moved on.

"Basically they're good as new when they get back to us. And that's it for the basics. We can start trying pieces on whenever you're ready."

Rabia looked over the wall. There were so many options. And she could test any of them. If she had a heart, it would be thumping away in a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her chassis did a good job of mimicking a pulsing feeling inside. Another irrelevant habit, but it comforted her to know her body was feeling anxious with her. "Breasts first," the android said.

Anton clicked a control next to the rack of breasts and it began to turn. Items near the front were lifted up and new ones revealed from behind. It slowly whirred until it came to a stop at a selection that had the same dusty fur covering them as her own, the fennec models. Rabia scanned the options. On the far let were ones, like her current ones, which were just fur. Next to them were breasts with nipples poking out from the fur, but little else. From there were a variety of options, bigger and smaller cup size, bigger and smaller areolas, bigger and smaller nipples. There were even some at the end with makeshift birthmarks that colored one nipple but not the other. "Some people like to customize their chassis a bit more. It makes them feel more individual and less like they rolled off a factory line," Anton commented. "These are just samples of what I can do. Let me know what you want and I can make something custom."

Rabia selected a few: the one she really thought she wanted and then ones in a small range around that. Anton then scooted his way towards the middle of a room where a bunch of equipment surrounded a large chair. Rabia tried not to think of it as an operating chair. That brought up lots of bad memories. She tried to think of it more like a dentist's chair. Not that she'd ever need to go to a dentist again. She lay down and wriggled out of the few clothes she was wearing.

"Going to need you to open up, sweetheart," Anton said.

"Oh, right!" Rabia nodded and closed her eyes.

HELLO, DAHLIA, she said silently within her mind.

After a brief pause, an artificial delay to simulate a real conversation, she felt the response form almost as a part of her own thoughts.

HELLO, RABIA. WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH TODAY?

CAN YOU OPEN UP MY EXTERNAL ACCESS PORTS?

YOUR STRESS LEVELS ARE ELEVATED. ARE YOU SAFE?

I'M NERVOUS, BUT SAFE.

UNDERSTOOD. EXTERNAL ACCESS PORTS OPENING. I'M HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING.

Rabia silently thanked the AI companion as she felt a panel on the back of her neck slide away. Anton reached around and connected a cable into it.

"Okay," he said. "Running a quick diagnostic." He beat a badly timed drum solo out on his knees while he waited for it. "Everything seems good. Okay, let me teach you how to release your breasts."

He showed her the combination of physical touches and AI companion commands that disconnected the module. Her awareness of her own breasts faded away slowly. She could feel the wind in the room brush against her chin, against her throat, but there was a clear line now where she stopped being able to feel anything. With a hiss, the breasts physically separated. Anton pulled them away and there was nothing but chrome and a few glowing connection points where they had once been.

Dr. Holmgren was close. "How are you doing?"

"It's... weird," the fennec admitted. Then an idea occurred to her, and she broke into a fit of giggles.

"Rabia?"

"Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking of how this felt like I was going to the dentist."

"And?"

Rabia had to fight to keep down a yipping laughter in her throat. "And now it feels like you injected my boobs with novocaine."

Anton whooped. Dr. Holmgren hid her one burst of laughter beneath a cough, but she smiled anyway. "Sounds like you're okay."

The fennec's head bobbed energetically. "Let's try the first pair out."

Anton picked up the first chest module from the pile. It was the one Rabia thought she was most going to like because they were closest in size to her original human breasts. "This is the same manufacturer as your current set, but there's always a chance of things being a little off. I'm going to start them at fifty percent of your usual sensitivity."

Rabia nodded. The other breasts were lowered into place, there was another hissing sound as they attached and then slowly her awareness of them returned. Like the novocaine wearing off, she thought. But it didn't wear off fully. The feeling of them stayed dull. Experimentally she reached up and prodded them. The touch felt real on her fingers but distant on her chest. "Can you bring them up to full?" she asked.

Anton checked a few monitors before nodding. "Full sensitivity returning."

And the dullness faded. Rabia gently ran her fingers over the new breasts. They didn't feel that different. And even the sudden presence of nipples wasn't all that world-shattering, even though a part of her felt it should be. "Uh, doc, is there something wrong with me?"

"Why?"

"I'm not... I'm not really feeling a lot of pleasure from this."

"Wait one moment. Dahlia, are you there?"

Rabia's vocal chords answered without her lips moving. "I AM HERE, DOCTOR."

"Dahlia, this is Dr. Julia Holmgren. Please lift Rabia's libido suppression to 25% of normal, under medical authorization."

"LIBIDO SUPPRESSION LIFTED."

There was a tingling feeling in the back of Rabia's mind. She knew why they had suppressed her sex drive (there was nothing worse than being horny and not having the equipment to do anything about it), but it had always irked her. She was glad to feel some desire returning. And as she continued to stroke over her own breasts, she gave a coo of pleasure. Yeah, that was a bit more like what she was expecting. It wasn't a rush of "I need to be fucked" but she definitely found her mind wandering to fantasies it wasn't entertaining even a minute ago.

They spent much of the next hour trying on a variety of related models. She ultimately settled on a pair of breasts that were a half-cup-size larger than her human ones had been, with both nipples and decent-sized areolas. But at both Anton and Dr. Holmgren's insistence, she picked out four others to take home, three slight variants of the one she liked and then a fourth which was two cup sizes up, in part because she just wanted to know what it would feel like to walk around with them... among other things.

Then they moved on to her hips. The bare-fur barbie-doll module she had worn since day one as an android were pulled away and Rabia found herself gawking slightly at how empty her torso actually was. There were lots of organs that humans needed that androids did not. "Also," Anton said, "it gives room to experiment with things humans can't do."

"Like what?" Rabia tried to sound interested, but not too interested, even though she was.

Dr. Holmgren gave Anton a look. "Those aren't things to start with," she said, "but once you get comfortable, you can try looking at modules that aren't specifically human."

"Such as..." Again, she tried not to sound too interested, but she could feel her tail wiggling wildly underneath her. Damn. It had just become such a part of her body that it responded instinctually.

Anton coughed. "If you wanted something to allow you to take a foot long cock, we could do that."

She continued trying to play innocent. "Oh. Are there a lot of fetish options?"

"I once installed a hip module which had two separate vaginas on one gal and then a separate hip module on her boyfriend which had two seperate penises. Basically the only limits are what your chassis can physically handle and what your neural interface can mentally handle."

Dr. Holmgren interjected. "And, it is important to remember that for anything like that which is so radically different from your previous body, you would want to work up to it slowly, just as slowly as you did adjusting from a human mouth to a fennec muzzle."

"Okay," Rabia said, feeling slightly deflated by Dr. Holmgren. "I'll keep that in mind."

They tried out several different sets of hip modules, with varying sizes of labia and clitoris and different fur arrangements around them. In testing them, Dr. Holmgren lifted the libido suppression to 50% and Rabia found herself not wanting to wait too much longer before getting home. There was something odd about functionally masturbating in front of a complete stranger, but she had spent so long being honest about her new body in the company of Dr. Holmgren, that even this wasn't that weird.

Anton talked about the various properties of the models. "All of these work well with most forms of synthetic lubrication. They also all come with an option for 'natural' lubrication from an internal reservoir. I'll include one bottle of that for free. It's not too expensive, but you'll want to monitor your levels. Nothing like suddenly going dry in the middle of sex."

"Got it."

"Aaaaand I think that's it. Anything else we can help you with while you're here?"

Rabia took a deep breath, even though she didn't need to. This was the moment. "So, you mentioned fetish options a bit earlier."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have brain modules?"

Anton looked surprised, and even Dr. Holmgren arched one eyebrow. They hadn't discussed this. But the doctor wasn't stopping her. If she wasn't stopping her, then it wasn't wrong.

Anton chewed his cheek and he scratched his moustache unconsciously. "Okay, let's get some things out of the way first. I can't sell you anything designed to suppress part of your brain function. I can't sell you a module designed to make you feel no pain, for example. You need to feel pain, that's important psychologically as the doctor will tell you. And while I can overclock some sensations, there are limits. I can't make an orgasm feel a hundred times better than it already does."

"I was thinking more of personality supplementary modules."

"You've done your homework." Anton nodded and smacked his lips a bit. "So you know then that personality supplement... those things. They don't actually overwrite who you are, they just add an additional voice in your mind, like your companion AI, that can direct your thoughts. You can always choose to ignore them."

The fennec nodded. "So you have them then?"

Anton looked from the fennec to the doctor. "You're okay with this?"

Dr. Holmgren tilted a head. "From my understanding, the sensation of having a personality supplementary module active is not so different from, say, method acting." She said this last part with a knowing look to the fennec. "In that regard, I don't see what the harm would be with Rabia trying a few out."

Anton chuckled. "Let me grab the catalogue."

* * *

When it came time to return home, Rabia spent a solid minute hugging Dr. Holmgren outside her office and thanking her for all her help. The doctor only made her promise that she'd come in in a few days to make sure she was interfacing with her new parts well, and to make doubly sure she reported any issues with the brain modules. "I know how important they are to you and how excited you are to try them, but that is why you should be extra careful with them."

"I understand. I promise I'll be careful." The fennec gave one more hug to the doctor before heading for her own car.

Before Rabia had left, Dr. Holmgren removed the libido suppression entirely, but left it on a time delay. There was enough time to get home before desire was going to hit and hit hard.

The artificial heartbeat in the android's chest was thumping loudly again. Tonight was going to be a big change, she knew.

At home, she let the garage door close behind her before she pulled the suitcase full of her new modules out of the trunk and headed inside. She got three feet into the house before she was wrapped up in a big hug. It was Matt. Beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, human Matt. Matt, who had been dating Rabia for only three months before the accident and had stuck by her side closer than even her own family had after. She hugged him back just as tightly.

"How'd it go?" he asked, brushing a lock of his unkempt brown hair out of his face.

Rabia felt like she had to stand on tip-toes around Matt; he was so much taller than she was. But she didn't mind. She buried her muzzle in against his chest and curled her tail so it wrapped partway around his hip. She could still hear her artificial heartbeat thumping. She turned her own big ear to his chest and could hear a nervous pitter-patter there too. "Good," she said, trying hard to contain the nervous energy. "It was good. But it was long. There were so many tests to run, and they made me take lots of different modules home. Apparently I need to try on different ones."

"And give them a test run?" he asked with an eyebrow waggle.

She giggled. "Maybe."

He suddenly glanced down at her chest, smooshed as it was between fennec and human. "Wearing them now?"

"Not yet. I need... I need a minute." She could feel the time release ending. She was definitely thinking more about what was in his pants.

"Take all the time you need, hun. We've waited this long."

"No, I mean, I need a minute to myself. To get ready."

"Got it. Right. I'll just be in the office then." He gave her one more squeeze, swept his cup of coffee off the nearby countertop and slipped into the next room.

Rabia sighed. Anxiety creeped up her artificial spine. She was a little scared, but also she was really excited. She had started bouncing up and down in the hallway as she pondered what to do next.

The first thing she did was step into the bathroom with the suitcase in tow and start changing out modules to the ones she thought were best. Almost as soon as they were in place, her nipples started to harden, her labia got puffy, and her sex grew wet. "Yeah, yeah, I know, it's been a long time," she muttered to herself. Her tail bounced behind her, as eager as the rest of her.

She didn't bother putting on any clothing. She stepped into the living room, grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and started writing. Then, with that done, she folded the sheet in half and followed Matt into the office.

He turned around in his chair when he heard the door open, and she watched as he took in the new naked her. "You look great," he said, but he stayed sitting. He was letting her go at her own pace. He was good that way.

She held out the sheet of paper. "Before we do anything else, I want you to read this. I got some supplementary personality modules installed, like we talked about. There's lots of things we can play with."

Matt nodded and took the paper, reading slowly. "Wow," he said. "You really went all out."

As he read, Rabia crept closer until she could start to feel the heat from his body against her fur. Her tail was wagging so quickly it was slamming itself into the second chair.

"A lot of these feel like they're more for me than they are for you. Shouldn't your first go in the new body be au natural as it were?"

Rabia slid into a seat next to him, her hand in his lap. She could feel a bit of the bulge under his pants. Her heart was in her throat. Come on, come on, she said silently. "We can do any of them you want," she said aloud.

"Rabia..." He leaned in to plant a kiss on the side of her muzzle. "You've been able to take care of my needs for months now. This time I get to take care of your needs."

"And this is what I need."

"I don't know--"

Rabia jumped to her feet, hands on her hips. "Matthew Jonathan de Groot. I have not been able to have sex for six months, and now that I can, this drama student is going to get some fucking role play in while she's fucking. Understand?"

Matt laughed as he threw a mock salute. "Understood. Do not mess with the drama queen, I mean, drama student."

Rabia play-bit his shoulder.

"Ouch! Okay, I got it, I got it."

"Quit delaying and use one of them already."

He glanced at the sheet of paper. "Any one of them?"

"Any," she said earnestly. She slid back in beside him and put her hand on his crotch. She wanted him just as worked up as she was.

He considered the sheet of paper and she felt the bulge grow under her touch. "Let's start simple, just to test. Is there anything special I need to do?"

Rabia shook her head impatiently. "I already told Dahlia you had access permissions."

"Okay. Dahlia, activate 'Fireflower' program."

There was a pulsing green light in the corner of Rabia's vision as the program loaded. And then it activated.

The effect was instantaneous. The fires that had been stoking ever since the libido suppression had been removed suddenly became a raging inferno. She groaned as she felt her sex grow wet and the desire to feel something, anything inside it was nearly overpowering. She clenched at the fur of her thighs. Her tail curled around her waist.

"You okay?" Matt sounded worried.

"Just trying really really hard not to just finger myself into the stratosphere right now."

"You can if you want."

"We. Are. Doing. This. Together." Rabia said, gritting her teeth.

"Dahlia, deactivate 'Fireflower' program."

Rabia took a deep gasping breath as the program wound down. She was still horny, but not "I need a dick in me now and I might kill someone to get it" horny.

"Wow," Matt said. "That... really worked."

"Yeah," the fennec said. "Wow, it really really did. That was really effective." She realized she had left a tiny puddle of her new lubrication on the chair. She didn't care. "Try another one. I want to see how the others work."

Matt glanced back at the list. "Something a little stronger?"

The fennec nodded back eagerly.

The human cleared his throat. "All right. Dahlia, activate 'Obedience' program."

The green light flickered in the edge of her vision. And then stopped.

"Do you feel anything?"

The fennec shrugged sadly. "Not really."

CALL HIM SIR.

"Sir, sir. Sorry, sir!"

Matt stared wide-eyed at her. She stared back. And then they both suddenly burst into laughter. When they had recovered, Matt asked, "Is it forcing you to say that?"

"I don't think so..." the fennec said cautiously. "I can talk normally it just..."

IT FEELS WRONG.

"It feels wrong."

She shivered at how easy it was to just let the personality module whisper into her thoughts. If she didn't deliberately push back, it could make her do anything.

"Shall we put it to the test," Matt asked, "and see how obedient it makes you?"

"Absolutely, sir." The last word just slotted naturally into place.

"Well, then, Rabia, ask me to spank you."

She bit her lip. She didn't like spankings.

WE SHOULD OBEY.

But...

WE SHOULD OBEY WITHOUT QUESTION.

She knew she could hold out if she really tried, but part of her wanted to experience exactly how the program would affect her. "Please, sir. Spank me?"

The human rubbed the little scruff of a goatee on his chin. "You don't sound like you really want it."

Because I don't, Rabia thought.

BUT WE SHOULD SOUND LIKE WE DO.

"Please, sir," she said more firmly, "spank me hard."

"Still not convinced."

WE SHOULD CONVINCE HIM.

The fennec slipped out of the chair and bent over to put her rear right in front of him. Her tail lifted high and out of the way. She swayed her hips from side to side and was sure she not only putting her ass on display, but her wet sex too.

Matt was clearly enjoying this. He reached out and groped along the curve of her rear. "Beg for it."

"Please, sir. Please give me a good hard spanking. Spank me till you can see the red through my fur."

"Wait, can you actually get red under your fur?"

She thought. "I don't think so, sir." Belatedly she realized that she had not felt the personality module need to speak up, because she had been so obedient just from its few proddings. It really was like method acting, she thought, or like falling into a headspace. All it took was a couple reminders and you knew your new place well.

She gave an atavistic bark of surprise as Matt's hand landed hard on her ass. She felt the sting of it and also felt the warmth it delivered. And she felt the further warmth within her sex that came from realizing she had only been given what she had so clearly begged for. It was great.

"Dahlia, deactivate 'Obedience' program."

Rabia slowly retook her seat. Her butt didn't smart the way a human one would after the slap. She could still feel it a little though. Matt was grinning wildly and she guessed it wasn't just from the ability to spank her. "You want to try one of the full personality overwrites, don't you?"

Was it that obvious? "Can we?"

"Okay... Dahlia, activate 'Puppygirl' program."

The green light flickered and counted down, and Rabia couldn't wait to see what it would do...

PUPPY SHOULDN'T BE ON THE FURNITURE.

The fennec yipped and jumped out of the chair. "Puppy is sorry for being on the furniture without permission, Master." She was surprised by the sheer number of little thoughts that the new program had added so quickly. She was puppy. Matt was Master. Puppy obeyed Master. It felt so much more complete than the other programs. It wasn't just a single idea, it was an entire frame of mind, infiltrating every thought. More than that, every aspect of every thought. And it was so, so easy to let it.

Matt smiled and set the paper aside, next to his computer. "And where should you be?"

ON THE FLOOR.

"Puppy should be on the floor," Rabia said, dropping to her knees immediately. Her long ears bent low over the back of her head and her tail curled between her legs.

"The third-person reference is unexpected." He reached out and pet gently over Rabia's head.

PUPPY LOVES GETTING PETS.

"Puppy loves getting pets," she repeated. Sure, Matt had pet Rabia before; he did so nearly every day. But it had never felt like this before. Rabia felt her head turning into the touch, her tongue lolling out, her tail wagging atavistically behind her. Then, she realized what he had said and thought about it. "I think it's a consequence of the program, Master. The program thinks in third-person so when it is redirecting my thoughts those thoughts are in third-person too. I can still think of myself as I."

"I like you calling yourself puppy."

She wagged her tail. "Puppy does too." And she meant it. The program didn't need to suggest that thought.

The petting hand lifted away and Rabia was momentarily sad before Matt/Master kissed her forehead and caressed along her neck instead. "How are you feeling?"

PUPPY ANSWERS MASTER HONESTLY.

"Puppy answers Master honestly," she whispered before speaking up a bit more to answer his question. "I'm so happy and I'm so excited and I'm so horny all at once, and I want you to treat me like I'm your puppy for real, and I can't wait for you to fuck me. And yes, I am having to make a conscious effort to say 'I' every time."

Matt stood and looked down at her. The shift in perspective looking so far up to him was delicious. It seemed he was coming into his role as well. "Treat you like you're my puppy for real?"

The fennec nodded, wagging hard.

"So that means I should be your Master for real?"

The wag sped up.

"Well, first of all, I want you calling yourself puppy all the time."

PUPPY OBEYS.

"Puppy obeys, Master."

"Good puppy."

PUPPY LOVES BEING A GOOD PUPPY.

"Puppy loves being a good puppy," she whispered to herself, shivering as a feeling of deep contentment rose within her at being called a good puppy.

"Second, who said I was going to fuck you? I'm the master, right? So we'll do whatever I want, and maybe what I want is just a blowjob."

A whine rose in Rabia's throat. The fennec was so horny and she might not get off?

PUPPY BEGS.

Her hands slid up under her chin. She knelt up as high as she could go and tried to look innocent and needy and sexy all at the same time. "Please, Master. Puppy promises her new pussy is warm and wet and tight. Puppy got it sized to fit you perfectly."

"I'm sure it's wonderful, but I also know your mouth is already warm and wet and tight."

Her eyes were locked on his hips. She could detect a slight throbbing there. "Please, Master? Please? Please please please please please."

"Shush." Matt held a finger one her nose and instantly Rabia silenced. "Let's get out of the office. It's a bit cramped in here."

He trailed his hand over her cheek and chin before he stepped out. The fennec followed behind, moving with surprising ease on all fours. It just felt right.

In the bedroom, Master tapped her nose and told her to sit.

PUPPY SITS ON COMMAND.

The fennec sat back on her haunches, her ears perked as she watched.

Matt undressed with a teasing slowness, especially when it came to finally pulling down his boxers and revealing his half-erect shaft. Rabia couldn't help herself. She licked her lips and leaned forward. She wanted it.

"Aw, come on. Get me ready."

Rabia darted forward, but the fennec found herself still staying in a puppy-ish mindset even as she started to pleasure him. Rather than suckling on the head of his shaft, she tongued over his length in short, quick licks. Instead of wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking, she rubbed her closed paw-like fists along his hips. But it all had the intended effect, possibly more from her raw enthusiasm than from direct pleasure. He grew fully hard, his pre leaking out to stain her fur.

He put a hand on her head and slowly pushed her off. She looked up hopefully.

"So, new breasts. Are they sensitive too?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Use them to pleasure me," he said.

The fennec grinned. She took just a moment to grope her own breasts in a very visual manner, pressing the pair together, then up, then apart, then down. She leaned in and was just able to hold Matt's shaft between them. She tried rubbing against him in multiple different ways, eventually settling on lifting one breast while letting the other fall. That got the most twitching out of his cock.

But all the attention to her functionally new erogenous zones was working her up too. She had trouble focusing and often closed her eyes, bit her lip, and moaned while pleasuring him. She belatedly realized that Matt had pushed her hands away and had assumed the role of stroking her breasts for himself.

PUPPY HOLDS HER TITS OUT.

Immediately Rabia arched her back and pushed her chest out more. Normally she didn't care for the word. She usually said "breasts," or "boobs" if she was feeling silly. "Tits" normally felt degrading, but it felt just right for a puppy. Rabia had breasts. Puppy had tits, and puppy held her tits out.

Matt smiled down at her and ran his thumbs in lazy circles around her areolas, with an occasional flick across her hard nipples. The fennec almost felt woozy, listing a little from side to side from the direct pleasure.

"You really are sensitive here," Matt commented. "I bet I could make you cum from these alone."

PUPPY CUMS AFTER MASTER.

"Puppy cums after Master," the fennec repeated quietly. But she was so horny and so pent up and...

PUPPY CUMS AFTER MASTER.

"Puppy cums after Master," she repeated more strongly this time. She looked up at Matt with need in her eyes.

He nodded, accepting the roleplay. "You're right. Good puppies wait to cum. And you are such a good puppy aren't you?" As he said this he ran his fingers in tight quick circles around her nipples.

The ecstasy of being called a good puppy and getting pets was tempered by the inability to climax. She was so close. She was edging. She clenched down hard and tight on her sex, tried to think of the unsexiest things she could, but Master's touch was so distracting. She started begging and babbling, barely aware of the words coming out of her own mouth. She was pretty sure at some point she asked him to breed her full of pups.

And then his hands slipped away. Rabia slipped away from the edge of climax and could relax a little.

"Up!"

Rabia blinked, and saw Matt patting the spot on the bed next to him. She got to go up on the furniture! She scrambled to her feet and jumped onto the bed, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs so that her dripping sex was fully on display.

Matt slid on top of her. He readjusted to put the head of his shaft against her folds. But he didn't enter. Not right away. He held her gaze for a moment and met her lips in a brief kiss. "Love you," he said, then thrust in.

It was everything she'd hoped it would be. It was everything she'd remembered it being. He was big and thick and filled her out, stretching her just to her limit. Each thrust rocked her body back and forth, and her body instinctively gripped him when he hilted deep inside of her.

The need rose quickly. She felt molten, burning up inside, and yet she knew she wasn't allowed to cum before he did. All her concentration went into holding back. "Please, Master," she begged. "Please cum in your puppy. Please cum. Please fill puppy with your seed. Please. Please."

He lifted her hips slightly for a better angle and thrust in hard and deep, silencing her begging with a deep kiss, or as deep as a human could manage on a fennec muzzle. He was needy too. She could feel the trembling in his body. He thrust once, twice, thrice more, and came. His shaft twitched deep within her and she felt the hot spurts of his seed coating her walls.

Rabia was so worked up, so close, that all it took for her to cum was to relax and stop trying to not cum. Without any further stimulation, she rode the wave of her first orgasm in months as it crashed over her conscious mind in wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.

Matt collapsed onto the bed beside her. His arms held the smaller fennec android close to him. "Dahlia," he whispered, "deactivate 'Puppygirl' program."

She watched the green light flicker in the periphery of her vision. She didn't feel that different when the last flicker happened. But she didn't hear the voice of the program whispering in the back of her mind anymore. She took a moment to refocus her thoughts. She was Rabia. Matt was Matt. And she loved him so much.

She kissed his chest and returned his hug.

"So," Matt said, his voice a little weak from tiredness. "You said there were several other models... and we have to try them all?"

"That's the idea."

"And there's still a dozen other personality modules to try."

"Yep."

"We're not doing anything more until tomorrow."

The fennec laughed and held him close, in complete agreement.

* * *

Matt woke first the next morning, as he usually did. He rolled over in bed and caressed a hand along the fur of Rabia's belly, eventually bringing it up to tease along the fennec's new breasts. An idea occurred to him. Even though Rabia was still asleep, Dahlia stayed active at all times. He whispered into her ear and activated a different program. Then he stepped out to start coffee and breakfast, in that order.

He listened carefully towards the bedroom as the coffee started to brew. Rabia always got up about fifteen minutes after him. He heard her thump out of bed and then the unexpected sound of her suitcase being dragged around. Then the distant hissing and clunking of modules being swapped.

He pulled down a mug and readied to pour, when Rabia stepped out.

She had indeed swapped her modules out. Her chest was slightly thinner, but the big change was at her hips. She had swapped out from a vaginal model to a penile one. A thick, short shaft pointed out from her hips, fully erect and aiming towards him. She gripped the base and waggled it. "Get over here, boy. Your alpha needs you to tend to something before breakfast."

Matt set his coffee down and started crawling over to the fennec on his knees. He'd never looked forward to quality control testing programs this much.