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Addicting Clubbing

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Crisis arrived at Chaos Croc's not so humbled abode three days ago. The two robotic beings who always seemed to have it out for each other were taking a break from their endless plotting and scheming against each other, which by now seemed to be just some kind of fun game than an actual vendetta.

The green robotic female raptor with her glowing blue eyes, and blue gem at the center of her forehead of her three green feather crest glowed softly as she sighed and sat back in Croc's throne room, sitting on his throne. "So bored..." she says with a robotic sigh.

"Well if you are bored sitting in my throne I have plenty of suggestions for you," chuckles Chaos Croc as the male robotic lizard with his glowing red eyes looks at Crisis as he walks into the room, slowly approaching her as he walks down the red carpet leading to his throne. Croc's symbol, on his forehead is the crowning symbol of his empire and easily seen everywhere you go.

"I'm not going to be your maid Croc," says Crisis with a sigh.

"Oh ruin all my fun."

"Some reason your idea of fun and mine are totally different."

"Yet so similar," retorts Croc with a smile as he then says, "But seriously if you want to do something fun, you can go out and see my wonderful city."

"Seen it."

"Are you sure? Ever try going to some of the robotic clubs?"

"Robotic clubs? Why should I go to one of those clubs? Knowing you they are filled with machines in tight latex clothing dancing away for the viewing pleasure of... other robots... wait really what's the sense in that?"

"Maybe you should go and see for yourself."

"Naw, no need to," she replies.

"You sure?"

"Yeah of course I'm sure."

"Not the tiny bit curious?" asks Croc.

"Nope."

"You know you will like it, think of those female machines in their sexy outfits," chuckles Croc.

"I'm not as kinky as you are Croc," replies Crisis with a growl.

"Oh sure you are, we are two peas in a kinky latex wrapped pod," replies Croc as he moves closer, "Isn't that right my dear Crisis?"

"No its not!" yells Crisis as she jumps from Croc's seat as she storms down the hallway.

"Where you going?" asks Croc

"Out!"

"When will you be back?" he asks.

"When I feel like it, this is my visit I can do what I want," she growls as she leaves Croc's tower.

Crisis walks down Croc's city streets. They are clean and well kept, organics and machines alike walk the streets in harmony... doesn't help that they are influenced by Croc in countless ways, 6, 124 to be exact... and counting.

"Damn Croc, thinking I am just that much like him just because of my origin," she growls as she stops suddenly as some neon green and red lights catch her eye. She looks up at the sign of a robot dancing, it only came in three poses, with the last having her robotic tail lifted slightly in a teasing manner with minor sexual undertones. Crisis looks at the name and sees the club is called Robo-Rapture.

"I'll show him, I'll go inside and prove there is nothing of interest in here," she says to herself as she walks inside, passing a large robotic bouncer. There was a sign that said "Robots Only."

"Robots only? We machines don't need this kind of thing, could it really be that popular in Croc's empire?" she thinks as she steps through the doors the rumbling music instantly getting louder as she can see to her shock and surprise a mix between a gentlemen's club and a bar. Drinks and food were served to the machines that sit back and watch the show of female machines dressed in revealing latex attire. Their hands hold around the pole as they dance up and down in display of sexual delight to the machines around, male and female robots alike. Crisis knew that none of these machines had the equipment to get out what the organics get out of such displays. The waitresses that went around were dressed just as scantly as their fellow dancers, only a few more articles of latex clothing made any difference between them and the dancers.

Crisis didn't leave though, she thought of turning around but spending only a minute in here would do her new good. She sat at the front and watched a robotic fox swish her tail in delight as another patron sat down.

"Would you like anything?" asks a female lizard waitress.

"No I'm good," she says as the waitress nodded and walked off. Her high heel latex boots made a soft squeak as she walked her hips and tail swaying side to side.

"Just like Croc to have a place like this," thinks Crisis as she watched the waitress walk all the way down the tables till she disappeared from sight in the crowd. It was then she turned her attention back to the dancer who just finished her shift.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have a special guest, the star of our club, the fanciful and most beautiful Black Pearl!" says an announcer as whistles hound calls drew Crisis attention to the center stage where she saw a metallic black version of herself dancing at center stage!

"Croc! You used my body template to make dancers?! Oh you will hear about this!" she thinks as her claws twitched in anger. She moves to take a seat close to the stage as she watches. Each step, each sway of her hips, the latex covered female raptor just made it more and more of an upfront to everything she is! Crisis' anger grew more and more as she saw the red glow of the other raptor's eyes, her red glowing gem along with a green and black metallic collar with a red gem in the center. Each and every bit just drew her to new heights of fury!

It was the near the end of Black Pearl's dance that Crisis noticed that she gave Crisis a wink, and as she bowed she tossed her a crumpled piece of paper. Crisis blinked as she unraveled the paper as it said, "On Free Lap Dance, courtesy of Black Pearl."

Crisis turned the paper around and saw writing that told her to meet her in the back for this dance in room 13, "Oh I get it... I bet Croc sent her here to piss me off... funny Croc, Funny," she thinks as she debates if she should just go now or take the clone up on her offer. There was something about it though... something in her that made her take her up on the offer and before she knew it she passed the guards and was waiting in room 13. Inside was a simple room with a soft chair, a soft soothing music was playing, the sound proofed room blocked out all the loud music playing in the main area of the club.

"Some peace and quiet at least," sighed Crisis as she leaned back in the chair, while keeping her hands on her lap, "Not going to have any trap sprung on me Croc," she mumbles as the black raptor walks into the room.

"First time I saw one of my model in the club," says Black Pearl, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'd say the pleasure is all mine... but its not, that model is supposed to be just mine and only mine."

"Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was made this way, I can't help it."

"Yeah it's Croc's fault, when I See him after this I'll give him a piece of my mind," she growls.

"You seem tense, you should relax a bit before going to see the Master," says Black Pearl.

"Yeah sure," growls Crisis as she watches Black Pearl moving closer to her. Crisis watches the other raptor's eyes as they give off a soft red glow. Crisis purposely looks away to ensure that any robotic hypnotic suggestion that could be sent through them can't be done. Crisis knows her body well and that's one of her skills and she won't have it used on her.

"Real name is Krisis," says Krisis, "That's Krisis with a K."

"Wonderful, I'm Crisis with a C; I can really see where Croc was going with you."

"Oh don't be so grumpy, relax... enjoy my lap dance... I did say you get a free one," says Krisis with a soft purr. Krisis' purr rings softly in Crisis' ears as she looks up slightly.

"Oh alright, just this once," replies Crisis as she feels Krisis' soft claws run across Crisis' metallic skin. The raptor's rump pressing softly against Crisis' crotch as Krisis wraps her arms around Crisis' neck.

"I can see you aren't a huge fan of what goes on around here."

"Nope."

"Why's that? Don't agree with what you see? Or is it that you do... and that bothers you?" asks Krisis with a soft smile.

"Agree with it? No, of course not," replies Crisis as Krisis' words softly echo into her head. "Agree with what you see."

"It's not so bad; people are just having fun, what's so wrong with that?"

"Its not that... it just reminds me of... ah never mind," says Crisis with a soft sigh as she feels the soft grind of Krisis' rubber rump against her crotch and body. Crisis feels the other raptors soft tender embrace as her breasts gently touch up against hers as Krisis leans forward.

"Nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun is there Crisis?" asks Krisis in a soft whisper into Crisis' ear.

"N-No... I guess not," she says with a soft content sigh as Krisis pulls off her lap.

"All done."

"What? That's it?" asks Crisis in surprise.

"Yup, what were you starting to enjoy yourself there?"

"What me? No, of course not, but... it made me a little curious about having maybe a tad more...."

"Well any more will cost you."

"Cost me? You mean in Croc Credits?"

"Yup."

"Well... the thing is since I stay with Croc during my visit here, I tend not to worry about money, he just provides for my visit like I provide for his, so I don't have any money."

"Well if you are just visiting him you can ask him for some money."

"What?! You Crazy! I won't ask him for money to get a lap dance at some club!" growls Crisis.

"Well... if that's the case, maybe you can do some work here?"

"Work here? As what a dancer? I am not going to be a dancer."

"Oh good havens no, not a dancer, why not a waitress? Its nice safe, well clothed. A good job," says Krisis.

"A good job you say? Well maybe a little bit... sure why not, what's the worst that can happen?"

"That's the spirit! Now if you follow me I can get you suited up but before we do I need to tell you one thing."

"What's that?" asks Crisis with a soft inquisitive purr.

"When we're out in the club, refer to me as my stage name Black Pearl, alright?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Thanks, I knew you were a good girl," says Krisis as she leads her farther into the back. There she passes the "dancer" dressing room and into the waitress one. There were the latex outfits that only not long ago she was so set against.

"Since you're my size this one will fit you well," says Krisis as she tosses a black and pink trimmed latex outfit at Crisis.

"Alright," she replies as she sits down at a nearby chair. Crisis rolls the latex leggings up her legs, her toes poking through the ends, as the latex clung to her metallic skin. Crisis rolled up the latex higher and higher, each inch of the latex pressing against her green metallic skin. First it covered her knees then up to her upper thighs, the soft squeak and tug of the latex was heard as the outfit leggings stopped three inches from the point where her leg meets her hip.

"Good, very good, the latex will provide you good grip on the ground to keep you from slipping."

"Do the panties have to be bright pink?" asks Crisis.

"Of course, pink is such a lovely color, isn't it?"

"Could be worse," she replies as she slips on the pink latex panties that press against her crotch and inner thighs, Crisis feels a soft tingle as she slipped the panties on, causing her to gently rub and adjust her smooth robotic crotch as she gave her hips a light sway in the seat.

"Next comes the top," says Krisis as she helps slip on the black latex skirt with the pink frills, and pink latex coloring on the underside. Part of the suit was a pink latex front with croc's green and red Neo Robia symbol. On the back was a large pink bow. Krisis ran her claws through the rubber, smoothing out various spots, tugging winkles out, as Crisis herself watched herself placed in this out she felt a soft calm come over her as the outfit was set up.

The gloves where next, the fingerless gloves slipped onto the one arm and then the next, the latex squeezing and clinging to Crisis metallic skin, pressing upwards till there was only another three inch gap between the latex covering Crisis' arms and the rest of the outfit. Lastly came a black latex collar with pink frills that wrapped around Crisis neck.

"There we go... perfect."

"I feel a tad silly in this," comments Crisis as she stands up.

"Oh none sense, you look, lovely," replies Krisis, "So you ready to go out there and shake that money maker of yours?"

"My money maker?" asks Crisis.

"Your ass hun."

"Oh... right, yeah I'm ready."

"Now you do know how to waitress right?"

"Well... actually..."

"Oh don't worry you'll pick it up fast, but first you need to get onto the network so you can receive orders and bring them out to the eager patrons."

"Looking for it now... ah Robo-Rapture Network, its asking for a password, what is it?" asks Crisis.

"It is Dancer4Life".

"Got it, Dancer4life," replies Crisis with a soft purr as she connects, "Oh my... they already have an order for me."

"Well then you better get to it girl!"

"On it!" says Crisis as she runs off, her rump and tail has a slight yet noticeable sway to her step as she picks up her first order. Crisis picks up the tray and heads over to the patron, all the machines male and female alike look at Crisis as she enters onto the floor.

"Oh look a new waitress," whistles one.

"I haven't seen you before, when will you get on stage hot stuff?" says another as Crisis thinks. Crisis tried not to look at them, she felt a fluster of embarrassment, why was she in this outfit again? How could she be dressed like this for people to see her!

"Why am I doing this again?" she thinks as she goes about her rounds, "When I'm done with this, I'm done, not going to do this again," she thinks as she worked all through the night. She continued to listen to the patrons' calls as she paid no attention to them. Eventually the night came to a close and as Crisis was putting up her gear Krisis came up to her and said, "Not bad for your first night. The people loved you."

"Well I didn't love them," she replies.

"Oh there's that sour attitude again, come, let me give you your reward."

"I earned enough in one night?" asks Crisis.

"Well... yeah, though it will take all that you've earned for it, are you okay, with that?"

"Yeah... that's okay, I won't be doing this again," she says softly as she is taken back into room 13. Crisis sits in the same chair and relaxes, getting comfortable as Krisis moves into the room with her, closing the door behind her before sitting back in Krisis' lap.

"You were wonderful, you know that?" ask Krisis as her metallic claws trace along Crisis' sides, her tail swaying side to side as she pulls herself into Crisis' lap.

"Naw... I wasn't."

"You were, you are a natural. And you looked like you had fun out there."

"Fun? Fun? I don't think I had any fun doing what I was doing," she remarks as Crisis looks at Krisis' smooth breasts. The latex covered mounds shine Crisis' eyes back at her as she felt a soft hung around her body as Krisis' continued to move.

"Sure you had lots of fun. All those eyes on your wonderful body,"

"Well I do have a good body, that's for sure," says Crisis with a smile.

"Y-you think so?"

"Of course I do we share the same delicious and wonderful body," she says softly, "We are the same model aren't we not?"

"Well... this is true."

"And I am the most popular girl at the club."

"I have noticed this."

"Exactly," says Krisis as she gives Crisis a soft kiss as she slides off of her lap once again, "All done."

"Over? So soon?"

"Well if you want another... you'll just have to come back tomorrow and earn another.... But if you so set on not coming back..."

"What time does this place open?"

"Six PM, why?"

"For I'll be there when it opens," says Crisis with a smile as she is wished well by Krisis before she leaves. Krisis gives a small devious smile as Crisis walks away, Crisis returning to Croc's tower some time later.

"There you are Crisis where have you been?!" asks Croc as she walks in through the door.

"As I said, I was out."

"Yeah but for six hours?!"

"Yeah so what of it?"

"What did you do?"

"This and that, nothing special."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" asks Croc.

"Somewhat, and I'll be doing it again tomorrow, don't wait for me," she replies as the next day as the club was about to open, Crisis was there ready to work her shift, another night of cat calls, hound calls, latex dresses, swaying hips and tails, taking orders, delivering food to the needy patrons.

"I can't believe I did this for another night," says Crisis as she peels herself from the waitress outfit and is taken once again back to room 13 and before Crisis knew it the lap dance was over.

"Over again so soon?" whimpers Crisis.

"Well if you want to earn a bit more you need to stay longer."

"But I stayed the whole day already! How much longer can I stay?"

"Well you could just stay here with the other girls. That way you can learn how to be a better waitress, and earn more money, and get more alone time with me," says Krisis with a smile as Crisis gently ran a claw across her crotch, feeling a tingle run through her body as her metallic claw ran against the grove in her metallic skin.

"But I'm staying at Croc's place..."

"Well why don't you tell him you are staying out for a couple of weeks."

"A couple of weeks?!"

"Yeah... to get to know the town... I'm sure it will be just fine."

"Yeah... it will be just fine," says Crisis with a soft purr as she gets up from her chair and heads off once again. The next morning Crisis walked to Croc as Croc sat on his throne room giving orders to his minions.

"Crisis there you are, I've scantly seen you over the past two days, how have you been?"

"Good, good, and you won't be seeing me for a bit while longer," says Crisis.

"What are you going back home so soon?"

"No, I decided to take your advice and get to know your town better. So I'll be going out on my own for a couple of weeks."

"You know when I said go and see my town, I didn't mean that much," says Croc.

"I've made up my mind and you won't change it."

"I see that you are determined I won't stop you, do you need any help? Some credits to get you by?"

"No, I'll handle it myself."

"Okay, good luck, have fun!"

"Oh I will... I will," says Crisis with a smirk as she heads off, heading straight for Robo-Rapture. This time in the morning the place was closed, and hardly anyone around, Crisis nonchalantly knocked on the door. A moment later there was Krisis with a big grin, "Welcome Crisis to your new home," she says as she ushers Crisis in.

"Thanks, so what do I do first?"

"Oh look at that such a go getter, at this rate you could be a _lovely dancer_just like me!"

"Oh no, I am no sexy dancer like you, I just came for my wonderful... delicious lap dances... ahem excuse me, so what happens first?"

"First we get you suited in an actual outfit for the club."

"What do you mean actual outfit?" inquires Crisis.

"Well the ones you were wearing so far were temporary, the one we will fit you now will be a nanite latex spray designed to attach to your metallic skin for a secure slim fit."

"Nanite spray?"

"Don't worry... there is nothing to be concerned about."

"Not that I am concerned, I am just curious how will I remove it?"

"You can't... not without special equipment we have, it will take a while, the only other person who can remove it is Master Croc."

"I see... well since I am here for a while I guess it won't be too bad, nothing to be concerned about right?"

"That's the spirit! You are a wonderfully good girl," says Krisis as she guides Crisis into a new room. A large circular tube sits in the middle, attached to it are several latex nozzle sprays, with black and pink latex attached to each one.

"Nice tube," chuckles Crisis.

"Indeed, but before you jump inside, please put one of those collars over there on," states Krisis as she points to the wall where a set of metallic green and black collars with a red gem in the shape of Croc's symbol on the front all line up the wall.

"That collar There? Why?"

"Its part of the outfit and it helps you connect to our charge pods and helps skip firewalls when it comes to connecting to our network. You know make things run more efficiently, there is nothing wrong with the collar, in fact I think it will look rather sexy on you."

"Sexy on me? Yeah right..." replies Crisis as she walks over to the wall and picks up one of the collars. She can see small electrodes and wires on the inner part of the collar. She clips it around her neck a moment later without a second thought. The collar turns and adjusts itself to have the red gem perfectly center with the front of Crisis' neck. Crisis then feels a tingle through her spine, going down her tail and up into her mind, Crisis gives a soft purr in reaction as she feels herself connecting with Robotic-Rapture Network. Crisis then sees a flash in her hud about the new hardware being detected and before she could give an okay to say install the thing installs itself.

"Intuitive collar, isn't it?" giggles Crisis.

"Well I wouldn't have put it on otherwise, now would you?"

"No... I guess not," says Crisis with a smile as she then walks up to the tube which soon closes around her.

"Stand still with your arms spread," says Krisis as Crisis gives one small nod before taking her position. The latex nozzles working their way up and down Crisis body as each bit was exactly the same as before with the suit she was wearing, but now it was tighter, shinier, squeakier, without the collar around her neck. Crisis felt a wonderful tingle through her body as the latex splashed against her smooth metallic skin. She gave off a soft purr as the red gem on her collar glowed softly, echoing and reinforcing the sensation and after thirty minutes of spraying and drying the process was over and Crisis came out a brand new waitress.

"How do you feel? Wonderful I bet."

"Oh yes... I feel wonderful," purrs Crisis.

"Great now let's get you into your charge pod and when the place opens you'll be pumped up for the day."

"Charge pod? Already?"

"Oh yes, there you will receive your waitress programming, training, and any other needed updates seen fit, anything wrong?"

"No, no, nothing wrong," replies Crisis.

"Good Girl," replies Krisis as she leads Crisis into another room called "Waitress Break Room" inside were over a dozen charge pods, twelve of them filled with waitresses all of which Crisis knew from hear earlier two days working here, "Here we are, pod thirteen, lucky thirteen. Just turn around back in, and let the pod take you away."

"Sure thing," says Crisis as she felt a bit nervous, she was hesitant to enter a Croc charge pod, she even brought her own for her visit but then she felt a soft tingle and the soft words, "Nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about," says Crisis as she turns around and steps back into the pod, her tail sliding into the tail compartment as her arms and legs are gently clamped by the pod as it closes up around her. Crisis feels a soft jolt in the back of her neck as the collar connects to the pod, "Uploading Waitress Program" says the system with no prompt for Crisis to accept or deny. The programming goes directly through the already accepted collar straight into Crisis' memory banks.

"It's okay Crisis, it's just how to be a better waitress that's all," thinks Crisis as she relaxes in the pod, feeling the steady stream of unscanned data being installed into her programming. Crisis feels a soft tingle pleasure throughout her body, breasts, rump, crotch, all of which make her feel at ease... calm... yet... itching for something more.

Fifteen minutes till Six PM rolled around and the pods hissed to life, each one opened up and each girl stepped out in unison Crisis included. Crisis let out a soft purr, "I'm ready for this," she giggled.

"We all are girls," giggled the fox with a smile and a wink. Crisis blushed at the wink as she headed out in line with them, Crisis' hips swayed farther and more actively than ever before. Crisis took her first order of the day as she received a cat call, "Hey there, why don't you shake some of that my way," says one female patron.

Crisis shook it off as she wiggled her rump in the direction of the patron as she went on to deliver the food. Crisis felt a soft tingle of pleasure rushing through her body as she was called out. Her body squeaked softly as she moved through the crowds as she suddenly felt a heavy handed slap against her ass.

"Hey now, not allowed to touch!" exclaims Crisis as she restates the rules to the patron who looked a bit miffed at Crisis' reaction. "Hit me on the ass... that's my money maker there... can't hit that," thinks Crisis as she flicks her tail and continues on her way.

Each call caused Crisis to blush more and more, "My... I can't believe they like me so much... this is... this feeling is... nice," she thinks as she continues to serve out food, taking orders. Her hips held high, rump swaying, teasing all those around her, but not letting any touch her assets.

"You did wonderful hun," says Krisis as she took Crisis off to the side once the place closed down.

"Ready to blow all your hard earned money on my tight ass?" asks Krisis.

Crisis grins and gives Krisis ass a slap, "You bet," she purrs as she felt another tingle through her systems. Crisis went into room 13 once again, as Krisis followed her yet again.

"You did wonderful out there hun."

"Didn't you say that already?" giggles Crisis.

"It's so nice, it's worth saying twice, is that alright hun?" asks Krisis as she runs her claw up along Crisis' chin. Crisis feels a soft tingle through her body as she looks up at the other machine who is sitting in her lap.

"S-sure that's fine," she replies as she places her hands on Krisis hips, her metallic claws feeling her smooth metallic rump, as her rubber covered palms, help Crisis get a firm grip on her friend.

"I think now that you work here full time you should... stick to my stage name Black Pearl for now, is that alright hun?" asks Black Pearl in a soft soothing voice.

"S-sure, that's fine," replies Crisis.

"Didn't you just say that?" asks Black Pearl with a giggle.

"It was so nice, I had to say it twice," giggles Crisis.

"What a lovely good girl you are," says Black Pearl with a soft purr as she slowly wraps her tail around Crisis' leg. Crisis purrs softly in return as she gently presses her body up against Black Pearl.

"Hmm you are becoming a naughty girl, placing your hands on me while I give you a nice lap dance."

"Well you are lovely... I hope that's okay."

"Well the rules say you aren't supposed to but for you... it's okay love, you are such a good girl after all," purrs Black Pearl.

"Yes... I am a good girl," she giggles as she presses her rubber covered breasts against Black Pearl's exposed chest, "You are very lovely."

"As are you, you are a lovely good girl," purrs Black Pearl as her hands run up and down Crisis' side. Each tap, each touch of Black Pearl's claws against her latex coated skin sends shivers through her, making Crisis let out a soft moan, and a tingle throughout her systems.

Black Pearl sways her hips to and fro grinding softly at times against Crisis' crotch, Crisis finds herself every so often grinding back as her tail swishes to and fro excitedly, even at times matching the pace of Black Pearl's sway.

"I am so glad Sir Croc, Master Croc allowed you to stay with us."

"Oh he doesn't know I am here, Croc is easy to get by with such things, he's not that observant. He has a lot of flaws."

"Master Croc? Oh but he looks so dreamy so perfect," says Black Pearl.

"Well that's your opinion, I'll respect it," giggles Crisis as she nuzzles softly into Black Pearl's chest.

"Hmm you like that don't you hun? To be so close to me, to enjoy my touch, my motions."

"I-it is nice yes, we are the same lovely model... it's hard not to enjoy myself sometimes," purrs Crisis.

"There is much we can enjoy with each other," whispers Black Pearl as she gives Crisis a soft kiss on her blue forehead gem, a soft spark flies from her lips to the gem. The spark sends a wave of pleasure into Crisis as her HUD flickers for a moment and Crisis releases a soft purr before she stops suddenly as Black Pearl pulls off her lap.

"Over already? It just felt like we just started!" pouts Crisis.

"Time flies when you are having fun," replies Black Pearl as she gives Crisis a blowing kiss, "See you at work," she says before walking off, Crisis watches her leave, watching her hips sway side to side as Crisis gives off a soft purr.

Crisis soon follows out of the room but heads down to the waitress charge room where some of the other waitress were getting ready for their pods.

"You're so lucky Black Pearl gives you some special attention," says one.

"I think it's because you two are the same model, with looks like yours, you could easily become a dancer."

"Me? A dancer? Naw, I am only here to serve the lovely customers and get myself some... alone time with Black Pearl. I'll only be here for a few weeks and then be on my way back home," explains Crisis.

"You sure? I think you be a great dancer," says the fox.

"Naw, being up on stage with all those eyes on you? Looking at you like a piece of hardware? I get enough of that as a waitress, so not for me," says Crisis as she heads over to her pod, leaning back into it as the machine grabs her once again.

Crisis feels the tingle of energy going through her body as her rubber clad body squeaks as she tenses up. This time a visor slides over Crisis' head as she relaxes into the pod, her body unable to move after a few seconds as Crisis hears the soft words "Relax. This is waitress programming 102, maid clean up." Says the voice which echoes into Crisis mind, the soft voice sounds exactly like Black Pearl's voice.

Crisis looks forward as the soft coding flows into her mind. She gives a purr as she feels it entering her head, the 1's, the 0's, each rubbing into her mind, hitting her code, knocking off a piece here, a piece there. Streamlining Crisis' coding to be more efficient in her duties, Crisis tries to struggle, putting up a firewall but the collar lights up and bypasses each one.

"Relax... enjoy... nothing is wrong here. Become a good waitress, a good maid, a good girl," whispers the voice.

"Relax... enjoy... nothing is wrong here. Become a good waitress, a good maid, a good girl," thinks Crisis a few moments later. Crisis eyes give off a soft glow as she relaxes into her pod for a night of deep programming.

Fifteen days later Crisis is humming to the music at the club, her hips swinging to the steady beats, tail held up high, showing off her pink panties underneath as she delivers the food to the patrons. Suddenly one of the patrons smacks Crisis ass hard as Crisis hikes her rump and gives a soft lustful moan before saying, "Oh you naughty boy, if you want to touch that will cost you extra," she says with a wink.

"How much do you cost?" asks the female fox that smacked Crisis' rump.

"Sorry sugar but I am not on the market."

"No fair," pouts the female.

"Sorry hun but them the rules," Crisis says before walking off as she thinks, "Damn girl you are so sexy they just can't keep your hands off of you."

Soon enough the day came to an end and soon enough Crisis head into room 13 for another one of her personal lap dances but this time as she walked in, she found Black Pearl waiting for her.

"Hello there hun," purrs Black Pearl.

"Hello Pearl... I mean Miss Black Pearl, didn't expect you to be in here so soon," says Crisis with a smile and a blush.

"I saw you out there today, the people loved you... and I can't just help to give you a bit more than just a lap dance," says Black Pearl her red eyes glowing as she moves up against Crisis her metallic body pressing up against hers as Crisis found herself pinned up against the wall.

"P-pearl what are you doing?" moans Crisis as she feels a tingle through her systems. She can feel Black Pearl press harder against her, their breasts grinding against each other as Black Pearl nibbles across Crisis' neck, nibbling along the collar which shoots waves of pleasure through Crisis.

"Enjoying myself with my dear sister unit, that so wrong?" asks Black Pearl.

"S-sister unit?" asks Crisis.

"Yes we are the same aren't we not? The same model, the same wonderful good looks, the same interests to be sexy dancers," whispers Black Pearl into Crisis' ear.

"B-but... I-I don't want to be a dancer... I mean, I can't be that good at it," stutters Crisis as Black Pearl grinds herself harder against Crisis, their metallic bodies squeaking thanks to the rubber outfits they are both wearing, though so much more of Black Pearl's dark metallic raptor robotic skin is showing compared to that of Crisis.

"We can program you to be a lovely dancer," whispers Black Pearl as she looks into Crisis' eyes, "You can earn so much more as a lovely dancer and you will be closer to me. We could be completely wonderful sister units, how does that sound?" asks Black Pearl.

"W-wonderful s-sister units... sounds wonderful... how do I--?" asks Crisis as Black Pearl moves in to interrupt what Crisis was saying as she gives Crisis a soft tender kiss. Their breasts press up against each other, their smooth metallic crotches grinding up against one another as sparks fly between Black Pearl's lips and Crisis. Crisis eyes flicker between blue and red for brief moments before the kiss breaks.

"Follow me love," says Black Pearl as Crisis nods silently and follows her out of the room and back into the latex tube room where she got her waitress outfit only a scant two weeks prior, "First we shall update your collar."

"Update my collar? What's wrong with my current one?"

"That one is a simple one, this new one will be the sister collar to mine, which will bring us closer together, does that sound lovely?" asks Black Pearl.

"It does sound lovely," says Crisis as Black Pearl guides her over to the side, Black Pearl reaches around the collar and detaches it from Crisis' body. Crisis instantly feels a bit cold, and empty without the collar on, making her squirm in place, her hips swaying side to side as Black Pearl returns with the exact same collar as before but the black outline matches the color of Black Pearl's metallic body, it is then she notices that Black Pearl's collar has changed to be black main body and a green collar that matches Crisis' own metallic skin. Crisis watches as the collar is placed around her neck, a surge of pleasure rushes through Crisis as she moans as the collar adjusts so the red gem is in the front once more.

"Doesn't that feel better?" asks Black Pearl.

"M-much better." Wiggles Crisis as she sees a pop up of a user name in her HUD to connect to "Twin Dancer Network"

"What's this with a user name and this new network?" asks Crisis.

"The user name will be your stage name, I think Emerald will be a lovely new name for you to pick, and that network will connect us together so we can be closer together in thought. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" asks Black Pearl.

"It does sound wonderful," replies Crisis as she sets her new user name and connects to the network. She gets another pop up, "Warning Connecting to this Network will allow The Network administrator complete access to your systems, do you accept?" Crisis was about to say something about this when the collar lights up and she auto accepts and a wave of pleasure rushes through Crisis' systems.

"Before we get you fully set up on the network why don't you stand in the tube again so we can get out set with your dancer outfit," says Black Pearl.

"Sounds good," replies Crisis as she completely forgets the notice she just saw as she steps inside. The tube wraps around Crisis as robotic hands touch various parts of Crisis latex outfit, giving a shock which causes the latex to melt away and be drained from the tube, leaving Crisis naked once again.

The nozzles spray the latex against Crisis body, sending a new wave of tingle and pleasure through her. Her legs and arms covered in black latex, along with latex 'tail sleeve' to fit around her segmented tail. A latex body harness that wraps around her belly, and chest but keeps her metallic breasts revealed clings to her metallic skin. The rest of her body is left totally exposed. But the tube wasn't done. The collar keeps her from moving as robotic hands come down and spray paint Crisis' claws and feathered crest a lovely shade of pink. Once done Crisis steps out and looks over her revealing body and her built in high heel latex boots.

"I can't believe I am wearing this..."

"But don't you look sexy in it?"

"W-well... maybe... a little."

"Good," purrs Black Pearl, "Now let's get you to your new charge pod and get you ready for your first day of dancing tomorrow. You'll want your energy. The new girl has to dance all night nonstop. It's the rules. Then you can start giving out those lap dances."

"G-give out lap dances?" asks Crisis as she follows Black Pearl out of the room.

"Oh yes, you will do great, it will be wonderful won't it Crisis?"

"Well it might be wonderful to let others enjoy it once in a while," giggles Crisis as she enters the Dancer Fitting room. There are several pods, grouped up in sets of two. Black Pearl leads Crisis to the very last pod where Black pearl says.

"You get this end, I get that end."

"Okay," replies Crisis as the pod opens up as she gets near it. Crisis backs into the pod like she did with the other and the pod happily grabs and pulls Crisis inside. Crisis feels the clamps hold her in place as she feels a tingle through her body as she starts to charge. The pod pull a crotch clamp up to help keep Crisis in place as well as send small jolts of energy and pleasure through her systems.

"New Hardware detected... installing. Checking for dancing programs 1 through 1,001... none found. Uploading and installing dancing programs 1 to 1,001." Crisis feels the wave of new knowledge flow into her mind.

The next day Crisis stood behind the curtains that led to the center stage. Black Pearl stood behind her and rubbed her back. Crisis gave a soft purr as she heard the announcer prepare her introduction onto stage.

"I-I'm not sure if I am ready for this," says Crisis.

"Our Newest Dancer... Emerald!" says the announcer.

"Sure you are you were built for this now go out there and show them what's what!" says Black Pearl as she smacks Crisis ass as she jumps onto stage. Crisis looks at all the patrons staring right at her. Crisis feels a rush through her systems as she looks at all those eyes... all those looking at her, her every move, her every step as she moves towards the dance pole. Her tail and hips sway side to side like they did as a waitress.

Crisis looks forward and sees the silver dancing pole. Slowly she moves her hand to it and grips it with a shock. Crisis feels a wave of pleasure and energy flowing through her systems, and as she put her second hand onto the pole, she felt even more. The energy pulsed and sent pleasure into Crisis body and mind. Crisis hiked her rump as she swirled herself around the pole, her leg wrapping around it a moment later, each bit of her metallic body that touches the pole sent more energy, more pleasure, through her, but it would fade quickly if she didn't keep moving... didn't keep dancing. Crisis had to work for the pleasure, work for the enjoyment. Work to hear those cat calls and hounds to show off her smooth latex coated robotic body.

The hours passed like a haze of pleasure of 1's and 0's that flowed into Crisis mind. Each hike of her rump, each wiggle, each dance number she did brought her bliss. The eyes watching her every move as she danced on stage from opening to closing. When it was all over Crisis panted heavily as she walked off stage, people cheering for her as she blushed and hid behind the curtain.

"I... I... can't believe I did that."

"How did it feel? I bet it felt..." says Black Pearl.

"Wonderful," replies Crisis with a smile.

"That's the spirit Emerald. I knew you are a perfect sister unit to be a lovely dancer with me," says Black Pearl.

"Emerald? But my name is Crisis, I'm back stage now no need to use my stage name."

"But isn't Emerald such a lovely name? You just want to be called _Emerald_all the time," says Black Pearl as her words echoed into her mind. Crisis felt a command prompt, "Change Designation to Emerald?"

Crisis hits yes once as another pop up occurs, "Warning Changing user designation may cause..." Crisis hits yes again quickly as Emerald starts to feel another wave of pleasure.

"That's good Sister, very good," purrs Black Pearl.

Emerald smiled and giggled, "It is a lovely name."

"It is, and now that you are coming along we can start the next phase."

"Next phase?" asks Emerald.

"Of course. We will become twin dancers, and in order to do that we have to be in sync, with each other. So we need to synchronize our thoughts on my command. Doesn't that sound lovely?" asks Black Pearl. Emerald smiled and nodded.

"It does sound lovely."

"Of course that means we will think alike, talk alike, and be tied to perfect copies of each other. I hope you don't mind."

"N-no... I don't mind at all..."

"Excellent! If Master Croc ever sees us, he will be most pleased."

"Yes... if Master Croc sees us, he will be most pleased," replies Emerald as Black Pearl's programming starts to flow into Emerald's mind, overwriting basic simple things about Emerald's old personality that no longer fitted into her new life long career. Little things such as memories of her past before coming to the club, why she came here, anything that would get in the way of her new career of dancing....

Three months later Croc was sitting in his throne room, a stage was erected for him for his 'activation' day. He sat back in his chair with a pair of busty robotic female foxes on each side, dressed in tight latex maid outfits as he heard the announcer from the Robo-Rapture club.

"For your Majestic pleasure overlord Chaos Croc, for your most wonderful of days we bring you the finest twin raptor dancers Neo Robia has to offer, presenting to you, Emerald and Black Pearl!"

The curtain pulls away showing three dance poles, two on either side and one in the middle. Each of the far poles had a raptor to the left was Black Pearl, to the Right was Emerald. The two raptors danced in perfect mirrored unison to the other. Croc watched as he tapped his fingers together as he saw the two girls dance, showing off their latex coated assets to him. Croc smirked as he recognized Emerald instantly who's eyes and jewels on her body were now completely glowing red.

The two dancers moved to the center pole after showing off their intro moves, the two raptors rubbing against each other and against the pole still keeping a perfect mirror image unison with the other. After an hour of sensual dancing display the two girls slide off stage and dance around Chaos Croc, and for the first time the two break their mirror image dance move, so one could grind and press themselves up against Croc, Black Pearl giving Croc the first of lap dance followed by Emerald.

"I see you enjoyed my clubs Crisis," says Chaos Croc with a smirk.

"There is no Crisis Master Croc just Emerald," she giggles.

"Oh I know, I watched at home how you and Black Pearl got along so well, from day you stepped into the club till this dance before me, you were a most excellent show," says Croc.

"Why thank you Master Croc, Happy Activation day," giggles Emerald.

"Happy activation day indeed," smirks Croc.