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A quick story involving Vulan becoming a robotic dog courtesy of Noir's science, my net was out today and for some reason that breeds creativity. XD Ah well, enjoy :3
Vulan is co-owned by me and http://sir-kuma.deviantart.com/
Vulan practically skipped her way towards Noir’s lab at Faustus’ main headquarters; looking forward to a meeting with her ‘mother’, and probably being sent on a mission too! She giggled at the idea and soon found herself at the door that went into the lab, so she entered, her ears filled with the beeping of consoles and fizzing of various liquids in test tubes boiling over. And by a central console, was Noir, who was working on something on the computer.
“Hi mom!” Vulan chirped as she bounced over, nearly startling the grimalkin who turned to face her.
“Hello Vulan, I take it you got my email?” she asked, still typing on the computer.
“Uh-huh! It popped right into my head this morning!” Vulan replied, her cybernetic nature meant that she received emails mentally. “So wha’cha want me for?”
Noir almost smiled and walked away from the console, towards another desk in the room that was covered in papers and swept a few away, revealing some blue prints for a dog like robot. Vulan looked at it and ooh’d, it looked really cool! But why did she want her just to show it?
“Oooh, that looks awesome, but why did ya want me then? Ya just wanted to show me your cool new robot, mom? I mean I thought ya were giving me a job!” Vulan smiled, rubbing the back of her head.
“Oh no, I *am* giving you a job Vulan, so please come here.” Noir spoke softly, beckoning the synthetic closer to her.
Vulan did as she was asked, and then Noir pulled out a small remote, aimed it at her and then pressed the button, causing Vulan to ‘beep’ and tense up. Her skin began to be covered in a black fur as her face started reshaping into a feline muzzle, ears going further up her head and becoming cat like. A tail sprouted from behind as her rear began to puff out a little, as did her hips. Vulan gasped and looked on as her breasts also ballooned in size, reaching her diaphragm, her rubbery suit reshaping around them into a crop top, purple and yellow jacket and maroon pants, and black boots, her mismatched pigtail hair turned jet black, only her eyes remained the same yellow and purple color as they were pre-transformation. Her beret had turned into an officer’s cap with the Faustus logo as an emblem upon it, and her newly created jacket’s collar had a sharp toothed grin printed onto it, giving her a more intimidating look if it was closed up.
“Ooh mom, you could’ve warned me~” Vulan giggled, her programming, that is to say her personality, was edited to be more…sensual, but also stoic and loyal to Noir.
“I find it more fun when you react to it.” Noir chuckled, a rare sound.
“Oh well, at least its fun~ Variable Utility Lightning Assault Nanodroid Vulan ready for duty, ma’am!” Vulan, or as this form was informally known, Faustulan, saluted, her chest jiggling from the swift movement and a mock serious expression plastered onto her face.
Noir rolled her eyes and walked back to the console, and Faustulan followed her, her chattiness now reduced to a silent vigil as she awaited orders. Her silly, harmless side was still there, but her priorities were now to obey Faustus above all else…except for one or two exceptions, who still held high personal priority to her, and Noir couldn’t remove it. The nanite feline’s stomach growled a little and she helped herself to one of Noir’s snacks she had lying around, the white furred cat giving an annoyed look but saying nothing.
“Now then Vulan, I do indeed have a job for you to do.” She said, pocketing the remote. “There is a small group of criminals out in the nearby town who thought it would be a brilliant idea to steal our technology for their own uses, and to avoid our wrath they fled to the marshes, thinking nobody would waste their time going there to search for them…that’s where you come in.”
“So I have to go and get muddy and bloody?” Faustulan giggled, cracking her knuckles and smirking.
“Sort of, yes. Find their hideout, find their tech, then contact me…I’ll tell you what to do then. Now, commense operations!”
Vulan saluted and left the lab, her swaying hips and large assets making several random guards along the way to the exit stare. Not that she cared, she found it entertaining.
By the time Faustulan snuck to the marshes it was almost night time; the sun was fading behind the hills and she was relying on her in built low light vision mode to navigate. The mud squelched against her boots, a sound that made the childish part of her mind amused, and she deliberately stomped her way along to provoke more squelching. Not far ahead she saw lights, and the shape of a large outbuilding with several scruffy looking thugs came into view, as well as crates with the Faustus logo on them. Bingo.
“Faustulan here, I’ve located the targets.” She signaled to Noir back at base. “What do I do now?”
“Excellent…just stay right their. Remember the blueprints of that canine machine I showed you?” Noir questioned.
“Yeah?”
“Well…that’s an upgrade form for you, stay still I’m sending the patch…you may feel a little…dogged.” She chuckled at her own bad joke. This wasn’t going to be fun.
Within seconds, a data packet was in Vulan’s head, and she opened it obediently, downloading the ‘Black Shuck.exe’ file it contained. Suddenly she froze as her body locked up, not even able to grunt in discomfort. Her hands and feet began to change; becoming black metal paws with razor shape claws. Her body expanded and her chest shrank, everything was swelling into a mechanical, skeletal frame, and her pigtails twisted back and connected to her spine, forming power cables. Her face stretched out and became a very canid snout, a red visor spreading from her temples and slotting over her eyes. Her tail swelled out and some form of gun like apparatus grew on the tail tip.
“What’s…happ…en…me…?” she growled, her programming was altering; processor resources were being removed, thought subroutines deleted or reduced, memories being suppressed. Instincts growing, her loyalty to Noir increasing.
“Form change complete. Faustulan now in black shuck stealth form mode. Status report: Sweet.” She spoke in a monotone.
Faustulan was now a large, mechanical dog, sitting in place and waiting for her master to give her orders. Almost al of her mind had been reconstructed into an almost primal, beast like AI that was blindly loyal to Noir. But some individuals were still recognized by her, and her new programming cherished that well. She scratched her head with a hind leg almost comically as she calmly stayed in place.
“Huh, that went better than I thought it would. How do you like your new form, Vulan?” Noir laughed over Faustulan’s inbuilt comms unit.
“Form is optimal for stealth mission. Vulan is now at maximum operational efficiency. Also, hungry.” As much as this form was no longer Vulan, it seemed it retained some of her quirks.
“Good, good. Now, subdue everyone you find at that base, destroy all evidence of our technology, and then return home!” Noir ordered.
“Acknowledged, Noir. Commencing mission now. ” Faustulan said flatly, slinking towards the criminal hideout silently, activating this form’s special ability; a stealth particle generator that rendered her completely invisible.
The thugs had no idea what hit them; within minutes there were screams as guards were suddenly dragged into the dark by an invisible assailant, a mechanical voice beckoning them to surrender peacefully, and when they refused it came down on them with full, aggressive force. Crates containing Faustus equipment were smashed, criminals hit with tranqdarts fired from Faustulan’s tail, and others were pinned and knocked out via punching or some form of knock out gas breath. Eventually the entire base was in ruins, the occupants in an unconscious pile, and all evidence destroyed. The canine form Faustulan made sure to send out a police distress signal to alert them to come over as she left, her simpler, more focused mind finding pride in her work and wagging her tail as she ran into the inky blackness of the night, back home…
“Very good work Vulan, mission successful!” Noir beamed, petting the mechanical hound’s head and making her let out a synthetic bark of joy. “You’ll return to normal in a few hours, for now, go and uh…do, stuff.”
Faustulan trotted out of the lab and left the base, her mind telling her to go and visit someone.
Rita slept soundly in her bed, her nightlight bathing the room in a soft green glow. She would have continued to do so, if a soft rapping on the window didn’t rouse her from her slumber. What she saw when she opened the curtains made her almost scream, Faustulan in dog form staring in, visor glowing red and making the room’s green tinge change accordingly.
“W-what the…?” Rita squeaked, terrified.
“Rita. Let me in please. This unit is Vulan. Noir upgrade.” Faustulan spoke in her monotone, but it seemed…softer almost. Gentle.
Rita opened the window and let the large machine in, who clambered onto her bed and lay down, staring at her.
“Tho…” Rita lisped. “What happened?”
Faustulan spent the night explaining to Rita, who was upset that her friend was made into such a machine like this but also grateful that despite the more primitive AI she now sported, she could still speak and held friendship to her, and giggled when she was licked by her affectionately. Her own guard dog and companion. Sweet.
Rita drifted off to sleep with Faustulan staying awake to watch her, eventually reverting back to her feline form and falling asleep with her. Noir had anticipated she’d do this and didn’t object. Mad scientist as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to totally erase Vulan, and found her friendships with others to be oddly cute.
Perhaps she would make a form for that explicit purpose, someday.
Vulan is co-owned by me and http://sir-kuma.deviantart.com/
Vulan practically skipped her way towards Noir’s lab at Faustus’ main headquarters; looking forward to a meeting with her ‘mother’, and probably being sent on a mission too! She giggled at the idea and soon found herself at the door that went into the lab, so she entered, her ears filled with the beeping of consoles and fizzing of various liquids in test tubes boiling over. And by a central console, was Noir, who was working on something on the computer.
“Hi mom!” Vulan chirped as she bounced over, nearly startling the grimalkin who turned to face her.
“Hello Vulan, I take it you got my email?” she asked, still typing on the computer.
“Uh-huh! It popped right into my head this morning!” Vulan replied, her cybernetic nature meant that she received emails mentally. “So wha’cha want me for?”
Noir almost smiled and walked away from the console, towards another desk in the room that was covered in papers and swept a few away, revealing some blue prints for a dog like robot. Vulan looked at it and ooh’d, it looked really cool! But why did she want her just to show it?
“Oooh, that looks awesome, but why did ya want me then? Ya just wanted to show me your cool new robot, mom? I mean I thought ya were giving me a job!” Vulan smiled, rubbing the back of her head.
“Oh no, I *am* giving you a job Vulan, so please come here.” Noir spoke softly, beckoning the synthetic closer to her.
Vulan did as she was asked, and then Noir pulled out a small remote, aimed it at her and then pressed the button, causing Vulan to ‘beep’ and tense up. Her skin began to be covered in a black fur as her face started reshaping into a feline muzzle, ears going further up her head and becoming cat like. A tail sprouted from behind as her rear began to puff out a little, as did her hips. Vulan gasped and looked on as her breasts also ballooned in size, reaching her diaphragm, her rubbery suit reshaping around them into a crop top, purple and yellow jacket and maroon pants, and black boots, her mismatched pigtail hair turned jet black, only her eyes remained the same yellow and purple color as they were pre-transformation. Her beret had turned into an officer’s cap with the Faustus logo as an emblem upon it, and her newly created jacket’s collar had a sharp toothed grin printed onto it, giving her a more intimidating look if it was closed up.
“Ooh mom, you could’ve warned me~” Vulan giggled, her programming, that is to say her personality, was edited to be more…sensual, but also stoic and loyal to Noir.
“I find it more fun when you react to it.” Noir chuckled, a rare sound.
“Oh well, at least its fun~ Variable Utility Lightning Assault Nanodroid Vulan ready for duty, ma’am!” Vulan, or as this form was informally known, Faustulan, saluted, her chest jiggling from the swift movement and a mock serious expression plastered onto her face.
Noir rolled her eyes and walked back to the console, and Faustulan followed her, her chattiness now reduced to a silent vigil as she awaited orders. Her silly, harmless side was still there, but her priorities were now to obey Faustus above all else…except for one or two exceptions, who still held high personal priority to her, and Noir couldn’t remove it. The nanite feline’s stomach growled a little and she helped herself to one of Noir’s snacks she had lying around, the white furred cat giving an annoyed look but saying nothing.
“Now then Vulan, I do indeed have a job for you to do.” She said, pocketing the remote. “There is a small group of criminals out in the nearby town who thought it would be a brilliant idea to steal our technology for their own uses, and to avoid our wrath they fled to the marshes, thinking nobody would waste their time going there to search for them…that’s where you come in.”
“So I have to go and get muddy and bloody?” Faustulan giggled, cracking her knuckles and smirking.
“Sort of, yes. Find their hideout, find their tech, then contact me…I’ll tell you what to do then. Now, commense operations!”
Vulan saluted and left the lab, her swaying hips and large assets making several random guards along the way to the exit stare. Not that she cared, she found it entertaining.
By the time Faustulan snuck to the marshes it was almost night time; the sun was fading behind the hills and she was relying on her in built low light vision mode to navigate. The mud squelched against her boots, a sound that made the childish part of her mind amused, and she deliberately stomped her way along to provoke more squelching. Not far ahead she saw lights, and the shape of a large outbuilding with several scruffy looking thugs came into view, as well as crates with the Faustus logo on them. Bingo.
“Faustulan here, I’ve located the targets.” She signaled to Noir back at base. “What do I do now?”
“Excellent…just stay right their. Remember the blueprints of that canine machine I showed you?” Noir questioned.
“Yeah?”
“Well…that’s an upgrade form for you, stay still I’m sending the patch…you may feel a little…dogged.” She chuckled at her own bad joke. This wasn’t going to be fun.
Within seconds, a data packet was in Vulan’s head, and she opened it obediently, downloading the ‘Black Shuck.exe’ file it contained. Suddenly she froze as her body locked up, not even able to grunt in discomfort. Her hands and feet began to change; becoming black metal paws with razor shape claws. Her body expanded and her chest shrank, everything was swelling into a mechanical, skeletal frame, and her pigtails twisted back and connected to her spine, forming power cables. Her face stretched out and became a very canid snout, a red visor spreading from her temples and slotting over her eyes. Her tail swelled out and some form of gun like apparatus grew on the tail tip.
“What’s…happ…en…me…?” she growled, her programming was altering; processor resources were being removed, thought subroutines deleted or reduced, memories being suppressed. Instincts growing, her loyalty to Noir increasing.
“Form change complete. Faustulan now in black shuck stealth form mode. Status report: Sweet.” She spoke in a monotone.
Faustulan was now a large, mechanical dog, sitting in place and waiting for her master to give her orders. Almost al of her mind had been reconstructed into an almost primal, beast like AI that was blindly loyal to Noir. But some individuals were still recognized by her, and her new programming cherished that well. She scratched her head with a hind leg almost comically as she calmly stayed in place.
“Huh, that went better than I thought it would. How do you like your new form, Vulan?” Noir laughed over Faustulan’s inbuilt comms unit.
“Form is optimal for stealth mission. Vulan is now at maximum operational efficiency. Also, hungry.” As much as this form was no longer Vulan, it seemed it retained some of her quirks.
“Good, good. Now, subdue everyone you find at that base, destroy all evidence of our technology, and then return home!” Noir ordered.
“Acknowledged, Noir. Commencing mission now. ” Faustulan said flatly, slinking towards the criminal hideout silently, activating this form’s special ability; a stealth particle generator that rendered her completely invisible.
The thugs had no idea what hit them; within minutes there were screams as guards were suddenly dragged into the dark by an invisible assailant, a mechanical voice beckoning them to surrender peacefully, and when they refused it came down on them with full, aggressive force. Crates containing Faustus equipment were smashed, criminals hit with tranqdarts fired from Faustulan’s tail, and others were pinned and knocked out via punching or some form of knock out gas breath. Eventually the entire base was in ruins, the occupants in an unconscious pile, and all evidence destroyed. The canine form Faustulan made sure to send out a police distress signal to alert them to come over as she left, her simpler, more focused mind finding pride in her work and wagging her tail as she ran into the inky blackness of the night, back home…
“Very good work Vulan, mission successful!” Noir beamed, petting the mechanical hound’s head and making her let out a synthetic bark of joy. “You’ll return to normal in a few hours, for now, go and uh…do, stuff.”
Faustulan trotted out of the lab and left the base, her mind telling her to go and visit someone.
Rita slept soundly in her bed, her nightlight bathing the room in a soft green glow. She would have continued to do so, if a soft rapping on the window didn’t rouse her from her slumber. What she saw when she opened the curtains made her almost scream, Faustulan in dog form staring in, visor glowing red and making the room’s green tinge change accordingly.
“W-what the…?” Rita squeaked, terrified.
“Rita. Let me in please. This unit is Vulan. Noir upgrade.” Faustulan spoke in her monotone, but it seemed…softer almost. Gentle.
Rita opened the window and let the large machine in, who clambered onto her bed and lay down, staring at her.
“Tho…” Rita lisped. “What happened?”
Faustulan spent the night explaining to Rita, who was upset that her friend was made into such a machine like this but also grateful that despite the more primitive AI she now sported, she could still speak and held friendship to her, and giggled when she was licked by her affectionately. Her own guard dog and companion. Sweet.
Rita drifted off to sleep with Faustulan staying awake to watch her, eventually reverting back to her feline form and falling asleep with her. Noir had anticipated she’d do this and didn’t object. Mad scientist as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to totally erase Vulan, and found her friendships with others to be oddly cute.
Perhaps she would make a form for that explicit purpose, someday.
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