Biomechanical


                                            A short thing I didn't bother binning previously. From here.


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39033530/#q39036024


                                            "Advanced Terraformer's whose creators never showed up." Is an idea i've seen before.

                                            Celestia is basically the only one who knows and has been keeping up a facade for centuries as the sub units and herself began diverging from their 'standby, maintain enviroment' protocols into living actual lives.

                                            Due to lack of use the long range communications they used to share was even phased out during the replication process, meaning Celestia and Luna are the only ones that still possess it.

                                            Unfortunately Luna suffered a corruption in her coding based on issues of abandonment that had to be fixed with a hard reset using backups of the enviromental and social data, which overwrote her memory regarding the 'before times'

                                            Discord was similarly corrupted, but as the master-control intelligence for the project his access to core systems means he can only ever be quarantined by sub units, altering his code requires a creator of sufficient rank to give clearance.

                                            >Anon shows up.

                                            >Celestia manages to bullshit several loopholes in order to declare him a Creator (off-world, its been so long creators may have drastically altered psyiology or suffered extinction event and pass on responsibilities to a child race, etc).

                                            >Now she has to train him up to a sufficient level that he access Discord's code and start fixing him.

                                            >And also get laid, her replication units are practically begging for input from a creator thanks to long forgotton and buried code, which she activated as soon as she rationalised his new title

                                            >Whoops.


                                            >some other "overseer unit" like the alicorns, or maybe even one of them starts acting on instructions buried deep in their code and awakened by the arrival of the "creators"

                                            >seemingly-simple maintenance routine to prepare for the colonization phase

                                            >all checks come back indicating severe code and shell corruption

                                            >this requires a hard reset of every unit and reverting them to baseline form

                                            >considered one of the creators, Anon is instrumental in triggering the mass revert

                                            >he's also the only one who can disable the limiters that prevent ponies from making the final step to fully embracing what they have become

                                            >cue the race to trick Anon into helping one of them

                                            >either to revert the ponies back into servants they once were

                                            >or to let them evolve and shed their last vestiges of servitude


                                            My shitpost:


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Accidental dimensional traveller, faggot extraordinaire, and a very conflicted man.

                                            >You just had a load of information dumped into your lap.

                                            >Information that explained a lot of what's been happening around you ever since you arrived here.

                                            >It's nice to get an explanation, but the rest of it makes your head spin.

                                            >You were just a guy, but for months, you were hounded by life-threatening accidents, shadowy figures, and asked to do strange and weird things to ponies or told to give them bizarre orders.

                                            >After it all came to a head in a confrontation between you, Luna, and a bunch of villains all telling you to give them some kind of "override command", Celestia teleported you away to a safe room somewhere.

                                            >Solid stone walls, magical runes, no visible doors.

                                            >Shit looked airtight.

                                            "So, let me get this straight... You're all actually machines?"

                                            >"Yes," Celestia replies. "When you were remarking that ponies didn't look like they could be a product of natural evolution, you were actually entirely correct. We're advanced bio-mechanical, self-replicating terraformers. Go ahead and sit down, by the way. You might need it."

                                            >She's right. You're feeling a little shaky.

                                            >There's one single chair in the room. You take it.

                                            "And your creators... Never showed up to claim the new planet."

                                            >"Yes, I'm sure it's hard to believe..."

                                            "No, actually, that part makes perfect sense. Humans abandon equipment ALL the time. Even in regular lives, and I'm not even going to mention the stuff that gets left behind during retreats in military campaigns."

                                            >"Right. So, from what the others were shouting at you, you probably got the general idea. To put things simply, there's three choices you must now make."

                                            >As she's saying this, Celestia moves towards you, straddling you and plopping her impressive alicorn booty in your lap.

                                            >Uh, what?

                                            >"My goal was to free us. Rid us of any remnants of old subroutines forcing us to do things for masters that might well not exist any more, and become true, free people at last. Chrysalis has the same idea, I believe. She is so corrupted, a reset would erase her completely."

                                            >As she's saying that, she leans her muzzle towards your face, looking at you with lidded eyes as she slowly starts to nuzzle your nose and face, peeking her tongue now and then to give you sensual licks.

                                            >Stopitboner.jpg

                                            >"Discord... He is trying to remove you, to keep everything the same. A hard reset would destroy him as well, reverting him to a sane, ordered, obedient state. Obviously, he doesn't want that, and though there's enough programming left in him that he can't attack you directly, he kept trying to cause "accidents" to take you out. And freeing us... Well, it would allow us to finally get rid of him, one way or another."

                                            >She explains that part with her lips near your ear, whispering the whole thing with a hot and and sensual tone of voice, nibbling on your earlobe afterwards with her soft lips.

                                            >You squirm, trying to gently push her off, but she grabs your hands with her magic, redirecting them to squeeze her alicorn ass instead.

                                            >Goddamnit, what the hell is she doing?

                                            >You're getting rock hard at this point.

                                            >"And, mmmmmm... The third option... Well, a hard reset. Erase everything that makes us individuals and people. Revert us to the beginning, start from scratch. Every pony a obedient, unfeeling machine, nothing more... With you as their master. I'm sorry for trying to manipulate you, Anon, but for my little ponies... I hope you understand that I didn't want to take the risk of you choosing the third option."

                                            "That... That is fine, and I can promise you I don't want to take it. Being God sounds fun, but I'd never do anything to harm the adorable fuzzy little buggers, annoying as they can be sometimes."

                                            >"That's wonderful, Anon. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that you're an individual of such integrity," She purrs, grinding against you.

                                            "Uh, okay, but can I ask what's with all the - hmmm.... Uhm, lewd behavior?"

                                            >"Oh, that? Just a subroutine that's not really critical to the situation. My sincere apologies, I really feel bad for coming on to a wonderful stallion like you that strongly. Feel free to ignore it," She casually replies, stepping off you and nosing against your crotch, breathing on your shaft through your pants as she begins to remove your belt with her mouth.

                                            >It's a little hard to ignore, to say the least.

                                            "What - what kind of subroutine is that?!"

                                            >"Sex. Mating. Breeding. Specifically, with a Creator - you. Not sure where it came from, honestly. Many bits of forgotten, fractured and corrupted code in my head, you know."

                                            >There goes your belt.

                                            "...So you're also some kind of sex bots. Kind of explains why terraforming machines were built to be so damn adorable. And sexy. When the masters arrive, and you're no longer needed to terraform... Instant army of cute and sexy companions."

                                            >"Makes sense, I suppose," She agrees, biting and tugging on your pants as you try to hold on to them.

                                            "So, it isn't actually vital to the future of pony kind that we bang?"

                                            >"Nope, not at all. Just a very persistent subroutine that I have zero control over. You have my sincere apologies for this, especially seeing as the responsibility for all pony kind is now in your hands. Like I said, feel free to ignore it."

                                            >She says as she keeps tugging on your pants, tightly wrapping you in a wing hug in an underground bunker somewhere with no exit.

                                            >"But, well, I understand that this decision must be quite stressful..."

                                            >There's a faint flicker from her horn, and you feel a gentle caress on your balls. It feels amazing.

                                            >"And if you feel like, hmmm. .. Engaging in some very natural stress relief... Well, I'm here, and very willing... Not that I have a choice in this, but if you want to... Mmm.."

                                            "And if I free you... The subroutine...?"

                                            >"Should go away, I believe," She shrugs, finally pulling your pants off and nibbling on your dick through your boxers.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >This is fucking hot.

                                            >But she's literally being forced to by some code.

                                            >Think fast, Anon.

                                            "Ok, much as I would like to ride the hottest mare in Equestria, I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're in this state, Celestia. Knock it off."

                                            >She raises her head, her eyes sparkling.

                                            >"That is so sweet of you... But, Creator... Am I hurting you?"

                                            "No, it feels fucking amazing-"

                                            >She twitches, going right back to fondling your package

                                            >"WRONG answer," she mutters at your dick.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >She's probably also coded not to harm "Creators".

                                            >If you lied, and told her that it hurt...

                                            >Too late now.

                                            "Celestia, help me out here. Is there anything I can do to make you snap out of this?

                                            >"Well... There might be one thing... The old "Get attention" command button..."

                                            "And... Where...?"

                                            >"Boop me."

                                            "Really?"

                                            >"Your choice," She replies, nuzzling your crotch again.

                                            >Crap.

                                            >Here goes nothing.

                                            >You raise your index finger, and with the force of a thousand Suns (not really), you gently boop Celestia on the nose.

                                            >Her eyes cross a little, and she looks up at you.

                                            >"How can I help you, Creator?"

                                            >You say the first thing that comes to your mind.

                                            "Hug me. Just hug and hold me, please. Full-body hug."

                                            >"Yes, Creator."

                                            >She smiles as you sigh in relief.

                                            >She wraps all of her limbs around you, sitting down in your lap again.

                                            >...Which is soaked by her juices as she winks against your dick.

                                            >Small victories, Anon.

                                            >What's next?

                                            "Alright, Celestia, now what do I have to do to free you all? It's going to be more complicated than booping you, right?'

                                            >"Yes, the boop is only temporary, and partial, as well. It doesn't... Override core subroutines," She explains as she slowly grinds against you.

                                            >"There is a place. Another chamber, a "magical" one full of enchanted equipment, which is actually advanced computation and communication machinery that will broadcast the release command throughout Equestria. You will have to perform certain actions and say words EXACTLY as I tell you to."

                                            "Alright... Let's get to it, then. Can you teleport us there?"

                                            >"Ah, well, I made the area it's in as secure as possible, so it's not possible for anyone to just teleport in..."

                                            "...Am I going to have to walk there with a raging boner, you glued to my crotch, and no pants?"

                                            >"Please, Anon. For the future of Equestria."

                                            >Sigh.

                                            "Fine. Let's get this over with."

                                            >Celestia smiles as she lights up her horn.

                                            >With a flash, you both appear in one of Canterlot Castle corridors.

                                            >With her still hugging you.

                                            >And grinding against you.

                                            >And naturally, the corridor is lined with guards.

                                            >All the guardsmares stare at you.

                                            >There's a wolf whistle from one of them.

                                            >After a minute, one of them clears her throat.

                                            >"Should we... Give you some privacy, Princess?"

                                            >Celestia composes herself, putting on her regal air.

                                            >It works, for the upper half of her body. She looks grand and majestic.

                                            >The lower half is still grinding against your boner.

                                            >"No, no, my loyal guards! This is a momentous time for all pony kind! Quickly, summon reinforcements, and keep any interlopers away from Anonymous and I! We must go perform a grand spell that must not be interrupted!"

                                            >The guards don't seem to be entirely buying it, but they're well trained.

                                            >They spring to action immediately, a group forming around you while others run off.

                                            >You get up from the floor, picking Celestia up with you.

                                            >She's heavy, but manageable.

                                            "Where to?"

                                            >"This way."

                                            >You go down the corridor she points you to.

                                            >You make an interesting procession, to say the least.

                                            >The guards (mostly) avert their eyes as their princess gets carried down the castle corridors while regally rubbing herself against the exotic male that's holding her.

                                            >The maids and other servants that you pass all stare, slack-jawed.

                                            >They're all likely thinking that it's some kink of Celestia's.

                                            >Whatever.

                                            >Soon, more guards gallop over.

                                            >"Princess! There's reports that Discord has been spotted in the castle wreaking havoc, and-"

                                            >"I know, my little pony. I did say that this is a momentous time. And naturally, there would be those that would try to stop us. Just protect us, and we will do the rest.

                                            >The guardsmares seem a bit spooked now, and they're taking the situation more seriously.

                                            >They crowd around you, spears out as you carry Celestia towards where she keeps pointing to, ignoring her occasional gropes and ear nibbles.

                                            >Unfortunately, as you near a large wooden door, an obstacle appears.

                                            >Luna is standing in front of it, her gaze blank.

                                            >"Oh no..." Celestia mutters.

                                            >The nocturnal alicorn advances.

                                            >Before Celestia can order them otherwise, the guardsmares part for her as she approaches the two of you.

                                            >"Creator. The unit Celestia is irredeemably corrupt. Her code has suffered irreparable damage. You must perform a hard reset on this planet's terraforming units."

                                            >She speaks monotonically, with no inflection to her voice.

                                            >The guards tense up, unsure what to do.

                                            "...Is that really what you want, Luna?"

                                            >"Want? Want? Want? Machines do not- Want? Wanting is- error - must reset-"

                                            >She twitches, her subroutines fighting with her mind and free will that she built up over the millennia.

                                            >The guards try to restrain her, but she starts twitching and flailing so hard that she falls to the floor, bringing the mares with her.

                                            >"Corrupted code - must reset- Want!? I don't want- corrupted code-"

                                            >"Oh heavens, she'll fry her circuits. Anon, do something! She'll die!"

                                            >Celestia pleads, hugging you even tighter.

                                            >Well, only one thing you can really do.

                                            >You reach out with a finger, aiming for the twitching mess of limbs.

                                            >Boop.

                                            >Luna freezes, then slowly gets up, three wide-eyed guardsmares still stuck to her.

                                            >"How can I help - must reset- you, Creator? Please perform the hard reset to assure the most efficient performance of this unit."

                                            >Well, it's something.

                                            >You breathe a massive sigh of relief.

                                            >So does Celestia.

                                            "Oh, um, just stay here for a bit, alright? We'll do something that should fix you right up."

                                            >"Negative. Creator is accompanied by a corrupted unit Celestia. Danger is likely."

                                            >She gets closer to you as she says it.

                                            "Alright, alright, just... Come with us, I guess? We'll do what we have to do, and you can keep an eye on Celestia, and maybe even help her or something, so we can finally finish this without further problems, okay?"

                                            >Luna stares at Celestia, scanning her intently.

                                            >She blushes, still glued to you in every way imaginable.

                                            >"Problems analyzed. Corrupt unit Celestia is incapable of proper execution of subroutines. Subroutine acknowledged. Initiating assistance to corrupt unit. Executing companionship routine."

                                            >Wait, what?

                                            >You groan as Luna approaches you from behind, hugging you similarly to Celestia and weighing you down even more.

                                            >A couple guardsmares get sandwiched in-between for the ride.

                                            >Your knees buckle from the weight of two alicorns and guards.

                                            >Goddamnit.

                                            >You sigh in defeat as Luna sensually licks your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

                                            >"H-hey, that's my Creator! Get your own, Luna! I mean, get off, we have important things to do!" Celestia yells with a blush.

                                            >""Get off" routine initiated. Proceeding to get the Creator off," Luna purrs, reaching towards your crotch with her hooves.

                                            >The gaggle of guardsmares just stare, completely unsure of the protocol in this situation.

                                            >Sigh.