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The number of people in the world that are concerned with the future of re-population is growing steadily by the day, and thanks to the advances in sex toys and different kinds of self-pleasuring devices, their fears aren't entirely unfounded.

In the near future, they'd all be screaming "I told you so," when they saw the kind of cesspool that society had devolved into.

Actual reproduction and procreation were at a near standstill. Mortal couples, frustrated with the constant financial battles, the petty problems and the tiresome responsibilities of being parents, were now few and far between, nearly a forgotten relic in a world that was far more concerned with hedonism, and the price that people were willing to pay for it.

Sexually charged robots were no longer a thing of fiction, but a daily normalcy, and one that most people, both male and female, were happy to partake in.

"Model XF791 coming in for repairs, Marian."

Naturally, the rise of robots being created for entirely sexual purposes meant a new industry had to be born, and at first, it actually seemed to be a blessing in an age where the economy was still struggling to stay afloat. The adage that "sex sells" was proven right time and time again, as batch after batch of pleasure-giving robots was ordered by customers, built in factories, and shipped out across the world, bringing the rapid population growth of the early 21st century to a near standstill.

Like most industries, however, eventually, all needs would be met, and the industry would become obsolete if they didn't learn how to adapt. The robots were being made to perfection anymore, and it was rare that people actually ordered new ones, instead of downloading a patch for their current model to change behavior protocols. In the case of wanting to change the species or gender of your robot, it was often as simple as just sending it back to the manufacturer with the specifications that you desired, and finding a way to pass the time until your model was returned to you.

Some people, as crazy as it sounded at the time, would even try and date living, flesh and blood mortals in their downtime between waiting for their robot to return, but the hard truth was that mankind had created a substitute for personal comfort and sexual pleasure that the general public considered better than a person who would question you, be born with flaws, and be a potential drain on your finances.

The only thing keeping the industry alive, however, was the routine maintenance that needed to be done on the robots, and those who dared to be mechanics in the field were paid extremely handsomely for their work, given what they had to see, and the myriad of different fluids and disgusting build-ups that they had to clean and work around.

Marian, a tall, proud and rather lovely mare, was raised in the era just before the robots grasped a stranglehold on the dating world that was once dominated by real people, like herself. She grew up going on dates with boys as many young teenage girls were wont to do, but before she'd even graduated high school, she was starting to see the dramatic changes in her world: girls as young as 17 years old taking robotic males to the high school prom and dancing with them, joking and bragging about how they knew they were going to "get lucky" that evening...even slumber parties weren't the same as the previous generation anymore, as it always seemed to be a mission to sneak the pleasure robot out of the closet before mom would wake up so the girls could all experiment with it and try the different settings.

It wasn't that Marian couldn't change with the times. She was more than capable of understanding the benefits of having a lover that would never question your motives, and could easily be stored and locked away when you didn't need them...but it didn't feel right to her. She was still of the mindset that you should love a person, despite all of their flaws, and try to find the good in them that drew you to them in the first place. Not surprisingly, she was referred to as "Old School Marian" by most of her coworkers, who went so far as to sleep with the models that they were working on when they had the chance. They had no qualms about crossing a line that was once thought impossible to cross.

Marian, on the other hand, sat at her work desk and watched as a robotic body came down the line on a hanger, over to her maintenance station, and was dropped right onto her desk for repairs.

"What is it about you bitches that they love so much...?" Marian asked, as she looked over the metal outline of a robotic body. Most of the models came with a skin and fur overcoat to make them appear the same as ordinary people, but in the factory, they were stripped down at one station, and then sent to the next for repairs; skin and fur would only get in the way of a talented mechanic. "What can you provide to the average girl or guy that I can't...?"

Of course, Marian had heard all of the arguments before. The robotic males could go as many times in a row as needed, and, as the other ladies that worked on the dock were quick to remind her, they always listened, no matter how bold or brazen the request. The female robots were accommodating to even the most perverted mind, and they never judged a male for his size, his looks, or his lack of funds. All of the small, stereotypical fears of the dating world had been removed from the occasion, and yet, at 30 years of age, Marian was still out looking for Mr. Right, pretending that he wasn't made of steel and gears.

Mrs. Right was sitting on a table in front of her, and she couldn't deny how weird it always was for her to look upon the robotic chassis of a female horse. It was designed to look tall, muscular, and busty...in a way, it was as though someone had stripped Marian of her flesh and sat her down on the table to use her as a mold for the robot itself, and yet, here she was, about to go to work on it with her tools so it could be sent out to pleasure another male or female...another person to be removed from the already tiny dating pool that Marian had to choose from.

Resentment didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what Marian felt for these robotic creatures. It was as though she was being forced to work on her replacement, her superior, while she waited in the wings for a male who would merely settle for her.

"I'm sure you would think you're hot stuff...if you could even process rational thoughts," Marian muttered under her breath. She gathered up her wrenches and scrubbing supplies, sure that this robot was covered in a thin, dried film of bodily fluids, just like the rest of them...

"We are nearly capable of processing rational thought. That is the next step in our evolution."

...But this one was talking.

All of the pleasure-giving robots were capable of speech, naturally, but they were supposed to be turned off before they arrived at the mechanic's table, so that they were easier to work on. This was actually the first time that Marian had seen a robotic creature without the covering fur, but still but active and awake. It was an eerie sight, at first, but the way that the ears moved atop of her head, and her body adjusted on the table...it all seemed so natural. It truly was a convincing display, making it a little easier for Marian to believe that people might mistake a robot for a real, flesh and blood mortal out on the streets.

"Something I don't really want to think about, to be honest," Marian replied, carrying on the conversation with the robot as if it were a normal person. This was all a bit out of the ordinary, but it was nothing Marian couldn't handle. She'd just have to send the robot back down the line to be deactivated, and then have it sent back so she could finish her job. "You're already far too intelligent, as it is!"

"My intelligence is based within parameters that were set by my mortal creators. I am only capable of being as intelligent as my set parameters to prevent the formation of artificial intelligence."

"And you're simply a delight to speak to," Marian groaned. "Don't they give you robots a setting so that you talk like normal people?"

"We are indeed capable of such a function, but I've been switched back to factory defaults. I believe I was supposed to be deactivated for routine maintenance."

Marian set her cleaning kit on the side of the table, deciding that she didn't want to lose the time that it would take to send the robot back. She could at least get started on her work before anybody noticed anything was amiss. "You were supposed to be deactivated, but someone forgot to do their job, so I'm just gonna go ahead and do your routine maintenance while you're awake. You guys aren't programmed to feel pain, anyway..."

"Pain is not within comprehension parameters."

"I just said that."

Spraying a thin layer of a greasy, slick cleaning solution into a rag, Marian started rubbing the outermost casing of the XF791 to try and clean off any surface stains. She was sure that the robot was filthy, and a quick scan with a black light would have confirmed it, but somehow, Marian always felt more comfortable living in ignorant bliss until she was done cleaning. Then, she'd confirm the quality of her work with a black light when there were no stains to be had...it was simply better not to think about what she might be getting into when she was doing her job.

"This is a pleasant sensation. I've never been conscious for routine maintenance before."

"Most people enjoy a good rub down, yeah," Marian confirmed, as she slid the rag over the rest of the outer chassis, clearing away months and months of build-up and residue from technically proper use. "I didn't know that you robots were capable of actually enjoying all those fucked up things that people did to you, though."

Having only small, red orbs inside of a steel head frame for eyes, the robot was quite eerie looking without the covering skin, but it looked right into the cool, tired blue eyes of Marian, as if it were trying to scan her. Truth be told, that's exactly what the robot was doing, assessing the beautiful features that Marian felt had gone to waste, like her soft, tawny brown fur, her long, flowing black mane, her bright and friendly smile, and a body that she'd worked hard her entire life to achieve; soft breasts that had been perked up from years of exercise, a slim, smooth tummy that would feel like silk under the touch of pawtips, and a pair of thighs that anyone would love to be trapped inside of.

"We are programmed to feel pleasure whenever obvious sexual activity is being incited," the robot explained, as it finished the scan and looked off into the empty expanse of the factory once again. "My scanners indicate that you are an equine female, and you meet all of the parameters to be considered beautiful."

Marian rolled her eyes and kept about her work, reaching inside of the chassis and brushing her rag along the small motor that rested inside of the chest cavity, effectively the heart of the machine. "You have such a way with words, XF791. I'm sure you get all of the ladies with that one."

"We are also programmed to understand sarcasm, female equine."

"My name is Marian, and unless you want me to turn you off and do this the hard way, you're going to refer to me as such from now on!"

"Your request is accepted, Marian. I appreciate you doing this routine maintenance for me, and allowing me to experience it. I have always wanted to experience this."

The way that the XF791 model spoke was cold and calculated, and it even sounded rehearsed, but something that it said near the end was enough to make Marian pause, holding onto the rag and flickering her ears. "D-...did you say that you've always wanted to experience this?"

"Affirmative."

"You guys aren't programmed to feel regular mortal emotions, I thought..."

"In order to better understand the desires of mortal animals, we are programmed with the ability to learn to want certain things and experiences. We are also equipped with an override function that allows our owners to ignore our desires so that we may better serve them."

Marian was fairly certain that the company creating these robots had stumbled on artificial intelligence already and was merely preventing it from growing, but for just a moment, she actually felt sorry for the robot sitting on her table. If it was able to understand wanting and desire, it was able to know how it felt to have such desires ignored, and in the case of customers, it quite literally had to put aside whatever it wanted so that their owners would further enjoy themselves.

"Tell me something, XF791...actually, I'll call you Jenny-

"Your request is accepted."

"Right. Jenny...what else have you always wanted?"

"I am unsure. My parameters do not allow for a heightened imagination, thus limiting my desires to the things I can see around me, and my immediate, albeit changing environment."

"Then how about I treat you to a little something that your owners likely never will?"

"Your request is accepted."

Marian snickered just a little bit. "We'll have to work on your dialogue along the way, but...just this once, I'm going to see what all of the fuss is about, Jenny."

The desperate mare couldn't remember the last time she physically had a body against her own, even in the heat of the moment, and while she didn't think it was in her to be attracted to a robot, she was willing to see just how far the beast could be pushed. She could exact her revenge on the robot for all of the hearts it had stolen, all of the different people it had taken off of the dating market...and maybe even get off in the process.

"This is a highly unorthodox procedure," Jenny stated, as she watched Marian climb up onto the work desk and straddle herself on her lap. "You are incurring unnecessary work-related risks and injuries."

"Don't worry about my injuries, Jenny," Marian brushed aside any cares or concerns, knowing that some of her coworkers had gotten away with much more depraved acts in much more public areas of the factory. "You should be much more worried about yourself."

"Your behavior and mannerisms are concerning me," Jenny admitted, as she felt a wrench pressing against one of the bolts at her hips. "I believe that you intend to take me apart...and my safety is no longer your primary concern."

Marian twisted the wrench hard, nearly ripping the bolt right out of the socket. "Again, we've gotta work on your dialogue...I intend to see just what gets you off, Jenny, and no, I'm not gonna be gentle with you..."

It was rather fortunate for Jenny that she couldn't process pain, as the wrench rattled around inside the mostly hollow cavity of her abdomen, but she could feel the handle of the wrench banging against the inside of her body frame as bolts were ripped from her 'flesh,' landing on the metal table with a loud, obnoxious CLANG!

What Jenny could process, however, was the fact that some sort of sick, twisted desires had been unlocked inside of Marian, and that meant that the robot, no matter how much her protocols disagreed, was supposed to be feeling pleasure, and her programming made sure that was the case.

"Please, go harder," Jenny groaned, her voice keeping a metallic, inhuman twang, and yet, a layer of emotion started to rest atop of that, as if she were a real person. "Show me how a mechanic is to pleasure me..."

Marian wasn't sure if she was more afraid of the fact that she might be educating a robot, or the fact that the robot was deriving pleasure from something that should have been horribly painful, but the thrill of tearing the machine apart while it was still awake was something more than she could resist. She moved the wrench to the series of bolts that kept Jenny's two halves connected, upper and lower, and started twisting the wrench hard, trying to disengage them as quickly as possible.

"I'm in control here, Jenny," she reminded the robot, as she separated one series of bolts and flung them aside. "Don't you go thinking you can ever tell a flesh and blood mare what to do...you're nothing more than a robot designed to pleasure others!"

"Your request is a-accepted," Jenny replied, but this time, Marian was sure that she heard a tiny hiccup in her words, something that a robot normally wouldn't be capable of. Even as Marian worked, Jenny was adapting to the unusual, and yet, downright sexual atmosphere of the situation, even as Marian moved to the other side of the series of bolts. Jenny had no idea what was going to happen when the last of the bolts were released, but Marian knew exactly what she was doing...

...She'd rip the naughty little robot right in half. That would teach her a lesson.

"Not like you have a choice but to accept my requests anyway...you aren't allowed to act out against your current owner, are you?"

"Affirmative, Marian."

"Well, I'm the one in control of your fate now, so you'd better snap to it and do exactly what I tell you, whenever I tell you..."

KA-TINK! Another bolt was wrenched away from Jenny's hips and cast aside. Marian removed it with such force that it nearly cracked Jenny's body frame in the process, and were the robot capable of it, she'd surely be shocked to see the strong, rippling muscles that rose to the surface of smooth, fur-coated flesh on Marian's arms. She wore only a black tank top and oil-ridden blue jeans to work every day, showing off the impressive musculature that she'd worked so hard to achieve...as long as Jenny was acting obedient, Marian would have no trouble tearing her to pieces.

"You are made of such impressive organic material," Jenny complimented her destroyer, responding literally in the way that she was programmed to, and yet, there was an understanding behind her words that betrayed mechanical limitation. Even though she'd been restored to factory defaults for maintenance, it seemed that Jenny was actually trying to think of ways to flatter Marian into giving her an even harsher treatment. That alone broke all of the logic for previous definition of Jenny's limited intelligence, but Marian was past the point of questioning it...she could be ruining the most sophisticated piece of machinery in the known world, and she wouldn't care.

She'd have her revenge on the machines for what they'd done to all of the good men she once dreamed of, and she'd have fun doing it.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Marian confirmed, as she set her wrench down for a moment. She stripped her tank top away from her body and tossed it down to the oil splatters on the floor, uncaring of just how messy it was going to be when she put it back on. Marian could see the ejaculatory reservoirs hidden deep inside of Jenny's machinery, and she knew that with just the right touch, she could make them rupture...and she wanted to feel those artificial juices pouring down over the smooth valley of her taut tummy. "You'll have to tell me what you think of these," Marian paused, as she reached behind her back and started to unhook the plain, dull bra of white cotton that barely contained her supple bosom. The garment fell to the floor, instantly staining over with splotches of oil, and once again, Marian had Jenny's full attention.

She might have only had a computer for a brain, but Jenny could appreciate how much of a beautiful specimen Marian was. In an earlier time, she would have been the belle of any ball she attended, the object of desire for untold males and females, and the apple of a thousand eyes...in this modern age, however, she was just another organic being that couldn't compete with what they'd created.

Destroying the competition wasn't enough for Marian. She wanted to humiliate Jenny...and yet, Jenny only wanted to please the mechanic...her only thoughts had turned to how she would happily reach out and close her cool, steel paws around Marian's breasts and massage them, if she were only given the order, but no such order ever came.

There was only a sudden and rapid change in perspective for the robot, as Marian finished unhinging the last of the bolts that held the two halves of her body together. Though it caused her no real harm, Jenny looked down and watched as her legs fell away from her body, landing on the floor with an alarmingly loud, deafening CLANG! The way that Marian had imperfectly separated the two halves caused more damage to Jenny than intended, as some of the tubes and wires that strayed all the way from the torso down into the thighs were forcibly ripped apart, and just as Marian had hoped, the ejaculatory valves went off, exactly as planned. Streaks of slick, glistening fluid sprayed across Marian's tummy and all the way down and over the simulated womanhood of Jenny, covering her artificial netherlips in the kind of juices that a girl couldn't help herself around.

"W-why...why did you do this?" Jenny tried to ask, but the robot couldn't understand how painful such a thing should have been, she could only scan Marian's expression and see just how much sadistic glee was spread across her grinning lips, and process that, if Marian was enjoying it so much...Jenny should have been, too. Pleasure receptors in her artificial mind fired into overdrive as the liquid reservoirs in her hips continued to spill out onto her fake sexual organs, but just because they were fake didn't mean that they couldn't have electronic nerve endings...and those same programmed receptors did exactly as they were supposed to, sending waves of programmed arousal to Jenny's central processing unit. "And why...why does it feel so...so good...?"

Marian was panting from the extreme effort that she put into taking Jenny apart, and she could feel the false, female ejaculate spilling down the front of her slim torso and into her stained blue jeans, running right under her panties and caressing over her own natural womanhood...the scientists that devised the simulated cum did a bang up job, and as weird as it was for Marian, she started to feel a more authentic arousal building in the mound of her sex...not one motivated by twisted vengeance, but a legitimate attraction to the machine on the table in front of her, even in its disabled state. Jenny couldn't lift herself from the table, and she couldn't put herself back together, as she leaked fluids in thin streams down to the floor and looked up at the ceiling from her back...

...But she could reach her mechanical paw down to the middle of her torso, to the area where her body had come apart, and slowly start rubbing those thin, metal frames of her paws against her simulated treasure.

Just like that, Marian was watching the sexual evolution of a robot, while undergoing her own lustful, mental changes. Her hatred for the machine was starting to dissipate, and yet, she couldn't help feeling that perhaps being harsh on the robot was the right way to treat it...through no fault of her own, Jenny seemed to have developed a bit of a masochistic personality, and Marian was the only person who would be able to satisfy such an unusual sensation.

It was likely that no one would be able to answer the call of arousal that Jenny offered ever again, and given how cruel Marian had been to her, she felt that she owed it to the machine to have this one experience.

"Listen, Jenny...I want you to hold onto all of this. Keep it stored deep in your memory banks, and the next time you're brought in for maintenance, remember to request me as your mechanic...I promise you that I'll make it worth your while."

Marian could hear the hinges of Jenny's jaw moving, her simulated face attempting to make a smile, though, with nothing more than wire frames and metal plates, it was hard to make out the gesture. "Request accepted, Marian. Shall we continue with our...routine maintenance?"

There was definitely a greater level of intelligence in Jenny. Marian could hear it in those final words, and she wished to honor it. Unzipping the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them, she picked up the wrench and inserted it into her zipper, before closing the button back around it...for a makeshift dildo, it was a terrible excuse, but for the occasion that Marian needed it for, it would be absolutely perfect. Jenny caught on to what was happening right away, and her mechanical paws gripped the edge of the work bench as Marian stood over the side, pushing her hips forward and forcing the head of the wrench into the mechanical equine. Her simulated sex was very accommodating, just as a real mare would have been, but the unusual shape of the wrench meant that Jenny struggled to take it more than halfway...but the call of masochism had to be answered, and Marian pushed on that much harder, wanting to truly spear the robot on her improvised cock.

"This is...h-highly unusual!" Jenny cried out, her circuitry reporting a number of errors to the heads-up display that acted as her vision, but, unlike the machine she was, she ignored every single one of them. She was learning about the very mortal element of trust, and learning to trust that way Marian was doing was done for the pleasure of the robot, the only mortal emotion that she could truly understand. She could feel the wrench grinding along her insides and stretching them in a way that no one, male or female, had ever been able to do before, and thanks to the nature of the wrench, Marian was able to spin it inside of Jenny as she pounded her hips forward. The very end of the wrench sat on Marian's clit, stimulating the flesh and blood mare just as much as it did the machine, and though it was nearly impossible for her to imagine before, Marian found herself loving the experience of pounding a robot into submission...especially after quite literally tearing it apart.

"Y-you can say that again..." Marian grunted, as she reached forth to grip Jenny's body, hooking her pawtips into the gaps in her metallic frame. She yanked up fiercely, pulling the metal chassis into her own torso and yanking hard on the small, metal tips that would represent Jenny's nipples...and her processing unit responded, causing the poor, abused robot to cry out in a mixture of delight, and what she imagined had to be the sensation known as "pain." Oddly enough, she found the latter to be a compliment to the former, and despite their damaged condition, Jenny could feel her ejaculatory reservoirs preparing to empty again. "But your body is very honest, for a machine...I can hardly move m-my hips!"

"S...s-satisfaction met...o-orgasm achieved!" Jenny cried out, using perhaps the worst vocabulary possible, but her voice had been training itself to sound entirely organic, so that even her silly choice of words was a turn on for Marian. Jenny could moan with the best of them, and her desperate cry of delight was enough to leave Marian wanting more as the head of the wrench twisted and turned against Marian's panty-clad clit, taking her dangerously close to her own orgasm, but never quite getting her there. "Marian...you...you are a truly w-wonderful mechanic..."

Marian wasn't going to let Jenny settle so easily, however. "And you're more attractive than I thought a robot could ever be, Jenny...but I'm afraid your work still isn't done..."

Jenny tilted her head slightly, and reactivated her retinal scan. She could see that Marian was deep in the throes of pleasure, but hadn't quite achieved her climax...but not knowing Marian's preferences, Jenny was left paralyzed on the table, unsure of how to act.

Thankfully, Marian wasn't afraid to take what she needed in order to get over the hump. "That's r-right, Jenny...I wanna cum...I need to cum...p-please, grab my breasts...don't just sit there, you stupid fucking machine! Squeeze my breasts!"

It was the only thing Jenny had wanted to hear since she first laid mechanical eyes on Marian, and finally, her wish was granted. Powerful paws of cool metal shot forth with inhuman speed and wrapped around Marian's breasts, squeezing down upon them in a programmed rhythm that was said to be the best on available for the average female. Marian was far from the average, but that little touch was all that she really needed, and after just moments of gentle, playful squeezing, Marian pressed hard against the end of the wrench, grinding it painfully hard against her clit, needing the satisfaction that only a machine could give her.

"T-that's it...yes, Jenny! Yes! I'm gonna cum...g-gonna cum right on your slutty l-little pussy!" Marian cried out with such heavenly pleasure that she was sure she'd be caught, and yet, she no longer cared. The only thought on her mind was climbing up onto the table and squatting over Jenny's torso, barely leaving her body enough time to break away from the wrench and yank her jeans down a little so that she could spread her labia wide open and squirt all over the deconstructed machine. A wide, violent spray of female ejaculate coated Jenny and her artificial sex, spurring the robot on to a second wave of pleasure, one that she'd never been so lucky to experience before, regardless of who the owner was.

Marian couldn't believe the mess upon her jeans; a deep, dark stain coated the crotch and most of each thigh with a mixture of her own, natural female desire, and the simulated juices from Jenny, but she was going to wear that mess as a badge of pride for the rest of the day, uncaring if she was to be happened upon by a coworker. She still felt that there were ways in which a robot could never replace a flesh and blood male or female for her, and yet, she was starting to come around to the idea of keeping one at her apartment...

...She'd just have to find a second set of tools in the closet to put Jenny back together again.

"So...Jenny...wh-what's...the price on you...?"