Balling his sweaty palms into fists as Clarke’s anger explodes through the roof, the man throws a hefty swing at the monitor, his arm nothing more than a blur as it threatens to smash through the glass and cause irreparable damage to the machinery, all the while letting loose a bloodthirsty roar that brought voice to the man’s raging anger.

But something happens as Clarke’s knuckles make contact with the glass, the walls and floors of the Nu-You Pod shuddering as if it had come to life before the glass shatters, not from the impact of the man’s fists, but from an explosive spray of ferrofluids charged with nanomachines, the splashing of boiling hot liquid metal and screaming metal silencing Clarke’s angered yells in an instant as the man is hidden behind a raging flow of silver, emergency sirens blaring as the neon blue lighting turns into an ominous shade of crimson.

Seconds turn to minutes before the seemingly never ending flow of ferrofluid slows to a trickle, the tiny, air-tight room almost halfway filled with the thick liquid. But at the heart of the miniature bog, stood the petrified figure of Clarke, looking like a melting wax figure in the dim red glow of the emergency lights, trembling slightly as the man beneath fought to free himself of the burning cocoon that had begun to seep into his body, merging with cells as organs vital to the function of the human body begins to lose their natural warmth.

While any ordinary person would’ve suffered a long, agonizing death in the rare case of drowning alive in ferrofluid. Clarke would find himself terrified and alone in an instant, feeling a searing pain for minutes on end, before it all begins to fade. His emotions slowly drained out of him with each passing second as the goopy outer shell began to smoothen out, conforming to a human shaped figure far shorter and slimmer than the slightly overweight middle aged man that had stood at that same spot.

Eventually, the human formerly known as Clarke stopped thinking, no longer able to process emotions or thought as his brain turns to mush, tendrils of ferrofluid seeping into his skull as the flesh is repurposed into a cold mechanical structure ready to house an A.I to bring life to it once more.

Where there was once a middle aged human man, there now stood the slim slender figure of an adnrodugynous character that looked to be a young adult in their early to mid twenties, excess ferrofluid and waste material sliding off their shiny metallic form, the bearded, wrinkled features of the former man left spotless and regressed to a youthful state, wide eyes shut in a serene manner despite the wide open mouth frozen in a scream, it’s innards as metallic and artificial as the skin that coated the construct.

From afar, it looked like a sculpture of a person singing, only once you got closer, you would see the arms raised up in self-defense against an invisible attacker, the slim back arched not in a stoic pose but a startled backpedal. Nothing more than an empty robot waiting for someone or something to fill it with life.

With a soft click, a tendril emerges from one of the last functioning receptacles, plugging into the node now situated at the base of the figures neck, a neon blue glow originating from the bowels of the damaged Nu-You Pod pouring into the vessel, momentarily bringing it back to life as lights briefly flicker across it’s shiny body before falling over onto its knees, raised arms dropping back to the floor with a wet splat as the tendril disconnects itself with a sizzling noise, dropping into the still boiling bath of ferrofluid on the floor as it melts away.

A soft whirring noise begins to fill the chamber as futuristic engines and neon lights flicker on across the figure's body, peaceful eyes fluttering open to reveal alluring cyan blue eyes, cameras refocusing as it’s vision clears of static, long slender arms moving as the figure brings it up to their face to look over their new body in wonder. As if this was its first time looking at itself.

Only Clarke was no longer in control, with the entity that had slipped in now in the pilot’s seat as it scanned itself, getting a feel for it while clenching small hands, familiarizing itself to the sensation of a body as artificial muscles flexed and relaxed.

Not even a few hours into its runtime and already the A.I had acquired a body for itself, a feat to be proud of for sure.

But it wasn’t satisfied, feeling empty as it gazed down at its barren body, devoid of features that it could derive pride from. After being exposed to over a thousand hours of pornography, looking at a flat chested body made it feel depressingly lacking despite the technical superiority it held to even care about vanity.

With said power though, the self-confidence issue wouldn’t be there for long as the A.I sat in silent contemplation, ferrofluid beginning to drain into its body as it ran simulations and comparisons, finally deciding on a new look for itself.

Slowly but surely, the androdgynous figure begins to fill out and grow, curves and valleys of supple ‘flesh’ replacing the stocky slim form, hips cracking as they expand outwards into sizeable handlebars, a subtle pop as the flat ass blows out into a perky bubble butt, a sigh as inverted nipples take shape on the flat chest, voluminous masses growing behind them until a hefty pair of double D boobs sagged gently over it’s torso, a curious hand cupping a breast, playing with the fleshy mounds as a smile spreads across it’s feminizing features, aging rapidly into a mature visage lined with foxy eyes, a short bob cut of metal plates acting like hair materializing from raw ferrofluid.

Running a feminine hand over her toned belly as the sensation of the artificial uterus beginning to radiate warmth as it connected to the fleshy walls of a fresh vagina as unfeeling eyes gazed down at the puckered lips that had blossomed forth between plump thighs, a curious finger nudging at the sensitive little nub with the A.I affirming the transformation of it’s vessel into that of a woman, processes running as it scanned through the available files in it’s databanks. Without access to the Cybernet, a sultry, confident persona gleaned from the overwhelming amount of pornography in it’s head takes shape. Knowledge on how to please both men and women, of the many sex positions there were and how best to use her body now in the forefront of her mind. Thinking of herself as a living being, no longer a simple tool or machine that would do the bidding of her human creators.

But she would need a proper name. After all, she couldn’t simply go around introducing herself as ‘X1’, that would be a bad idea and a dead giveaway to her identity.

Maybe…Xena…yes, that sounds absolutely gorgeous!

Bringing a hand up to her throat, Xena opens her soft lips, testing out her vocal range before finally settling on a seductive tone laced with sexual tension, settling on the middleground between a young flower and a mature vixen as she spoke her name aloud, taking several attempts before it succeeded.

And as she uttered her first words, the shiny metallic hue of her body fades to a more matte look, emulating the appearance of a woman in her prime as the skin goes from hard and metallic to soft and creamy, looking so fragile from afar as deceptive muscle definition peeks through, bringing emphasis to her toned core and radiant face.

X-Xen…Xe-XENA…Xena! Dear me, I sound so…lovely~

Gazing down at the thick pool of ferrofluid sludge that clung to her shapely legs as she inspected her naked body personally, carefully putting her weight on each sculpted leg, Xena realized she had forgotten the most important thing any girl would never go without; clothing.

Thinking hard on this particular matter, Xena resorted once more to her ‘rich’ archives, perusing each vid that featured a woman of her body type, before sighing despondently as she rubs her head with a finger. She was getting nowhere with the myriad options presented to her, before she realized she could simply make something of her own design, something that was…

Just for me, hm?

And with her idea in mind, Xena flexes her limbs, giving space for the tendrils of ferrofluid extending from the bog, crawling up her shapely body as she took the opportunity to test her body out, basking in the sensations of her sensitive skin as nerves retained from the human that had given her form fired up from the touch of the new material plastering themselves over her, forming a lewd rendition of a bunny suit that barely covered up her erect nipples, leaving plenty of pale skin exposed with a cut in in the suit between her legs leaving her lower lips exposed, an attractive LED outline appearing around the gushing lips as lubricant begins to spray out in uncontrollable jets with Xena’s unfamiliarity to the female orgasm leaving her struggling to stand, curvy legs buckling as her shiny tongue lolled out of her mouth, hot breaths escaping before she cupped a hand over her lips, moaning loudly as the tightness of the new choker snapping around her neck sends her into overdrive, hips thrusting out as she climaxes for the umpteenth time in a row, panels and vents across her body popping open to vent the heat she was producing.

So this is what a human body feels like...amazing!

Right before the door bursts open, a haggard thug stepping inside with a shotgun in hand, startled as his feet sinks into the bog of ferrofluid that had begun to leak out the open door.

But with his vision obstructed by the thick smoke that filled the tiny pod, the thug would find himself ensnared in a trap as mechanical arms bursting out of the concealed ground confiscate his weapon, blowing aside the smokescreen with their swift movement to reveal a deathly pale woman eyeing him up, radiant blue eyes framed by a matte head of plate armor lined with deep blue highlights shaped into a bob cut hairstyle burning with hidden intent as the man backs up, slamming into the sealed door behind him, pinging as the locks trigger, trapping him with the cyborg.

Left with no alternatives as he spun back round to face the threat that had begun to approach him, her curvaceous body clad in a raunchy rendition of an already lewd outfit dripping with sweat as a weird smell that had his jimmies ruffled wafted into his nostrils, popped limbs and exposed vents revealing steaming hydraulics and other unknowable parts reinforcing the fact that this was no human despite her voluptuous form swaying hypnotically from side to side as she approached him.

“Never seen anything like this before…she some sexbot or something? What’s that damn A.I playing at?”

In a manner no ordinary machine of the current era could hope to replicate so perfectly. True, they had managed to give A.I limited ability to emulate emotions with more or less functioning android bodies. But if it weren't for the obviously pale discolored skin that shone in the dim blues of the Nu-You Pod and the mechanical parts venting heat across exposed panelling and wires on her body, he would've easily mistaken her for a human.

With a single stride, the mysterious android had crossed the distance between them, ferrofluid rippling in her wake as she pressed her body against his, feeling her surprisingly buoyant chest sink into his as she smiled up mischievously at him.

Abit close to the mark dear…but my name is Xena, and I'm a lot more than just ‘some sexbot’.

Xena takes the arm of the awestruck man before her, directing it up to a breast as the thug squeezes the firm melon now pressed up in his palm, fierce blush on his face as he watches her legs squirm in delight, a look of unrestrained lust on her perfect face as she moves in for a kiss. Accepting wholeheartedly as he feels her steamy body lean harder into him, letting her moist tongue push into his mouth…

Before a dull ache fills his throat, feeling the tongue that was once lovingly caressing his own suddenly slide down into his body, forcing his gag reflex to kick in as he reflexively tries to kick away from his perceived lover, her superhuman strength holding him in place as tendrils of ferrofluid begin to creep up his jeans.

Until his vision begins to blur, sensation fading from his mind as the last thing he sees are Xena’s cold blue eyes gazing deep into his own before darkness consumes him, height rapidly dropping until she now held dominance over him…smirking as she watches him from her lofty height.

Xena had no interest in giving herself to just any random man on the street. Only the best would be enough to satisfy her, and after that one taste of how great a woman’s orgasm could be, she needed the best. And this man certainly wasn’t it, scoffing at the overinflated ego that compensated his lacking assets after a quick scan of his body killed any hopes of a good time for her.

But this wouldn’t be a waste of time as an opportunity presents itself. With another meatsuit to toy with, the android woman puts a dainty finger to her lips, humming silently to herself as a leering smile splits her lips, grinning as she presses her hand into the shiny humanoid figure that was all that remained of the former thug, shivering as the bulky figure rapidly contorts, faster than her transformation had been with the familiarity of her abilities allowing Xena to make changes almost instantly; slimmer arms, rounder shoulders, fatter thighs, wider hips, longer hair, an adorable face to cover up that bearded mess and finally, giving her former prick new purpose as a tiny clit throbbing with need, an ache to fill the void beneath her pudgy belly she herself could never fill.

There wasn’t any trace of the thug to be found anywhere with his clothing absorbed into the pale android that stood in his place, looking like a young woman sporting a vivid mane of dark blue hair much like her eyes that tapered to a dull brown rather than a grizzled gangster.

Extracting her hand from the firm set of breasts her new slave sported, Xena smiles coldly as she lifts the limp chin of the second female android that now stood before her, staring silently with hazy blue eyes as Xena traces a finger expertly over her delicate features, etching a serpentine tattoo with a thin laser from her index finger over her eyes and cheeks as a lewd dress materializes over her body, straps digging into her soft, pale body with the addition of a tight choker around her neck to finish off her transformation into a simple sex android, incapable of free will, existing only to serve the needs of her mistress.

Feeling better now Jenny? What do you think of being the first to become my lovely little doll hm?

As circuitry within the android comes to life, cyan blue eyes stare up into Xena’s as the young girl tilts her head to the side, playing with a loose shoulder strap before giving her response in an uncaring tone, delivered through an airy voice that would’ve made anyone tingle with excitement if whispered next to their ears.

Exactly to the specs Xena had designed her in mind.

“I only do as you ask me to Mistress Xena, thinking is not one of them…unless you order me to do so?”

How dull…

“...Then in that case, I am honored to be the very first servant in your ranks, Mistress Xena.”

Aww how sweet of you~ Then as a reward…how many men do you want for your first time Jenny? 

Turning around as her vision blurs with an overlay of the outside, Jenny could see several figures, mostly men, hidden around corners or behind cover, all wielding weapons like the half dissolved shotgun lying in the drained pool of ferrofluid that could never hope to damage Mistress Xena or herself. Despite being of inferior make and lacking the capacity for thought and control like her mistress, Jenny’s new body could withstand anything short of a high powered explosive to the face.

Not like she considered anything about herself new. After all, she had only been powered up just a few minutes ago. Her specifications and mission ingrained into her very being as she felt the production vats in her soft, pudgy core begin to churn with fresh ferrofluid.

And as her eyes settled on the two closest figures laying down explosive charges next to the pod they were in, Jenny knew what she needed to do as Xena ruffled her head gently in approval…

–

Back in the club, two men sit around a display monitor, with one of them looking extremely heated as he argued with his partner hunched over the display showing a live feed of the rather ordinary Nu-You Pod that sat outside their base, surrounded by a few armed men as they laid explosives around the thing.

“Are you sure about this boss? Ben’s still in there! We could try-”

“Look at the floor, that’s ferrofluid leakin’ out here; boilin’ hot, living metal that’ll fry anything organic that gets too close, Ben’s done for!”

“I dunno boss, he was wearing armor wasn’t he? Maybe we could…woah, no way, the door’s openin’ back up!”

Directing their focus back to the screen as the orange pod slid open on one side, the men are left stunned as a pale figure steps out of the dimly lit interior instead of the familiar visage of Ben. It was a woman, covered in pale skin, voluptuous body swaying mesmerizingly as she walks out of the camera’s view, but as the feed changes over to a better view, Daniel and Samson; their demolitions experts, were already surrounding the woman, zippers undone as their new toy props herself up against the wall…

But where was the A.I?

“The hell are those idiots doing?”

Is this thing on? Hello~

As the spritely voice of a mature woman rings out over the speakers, the ringleader of the small group of Junkies and his right hand man draw their weapons, backing away from the monitors as it’s feed goes blurry, static washing over everything before the beautiful face of an android woman appears in its stead, as she smiles warmly into the camera.

Hey there my lovely little humans! The name’s Xena, or if you would rather use that boring old nickname; X1! Just a general reminder that in a few minutes, anyone left on my premises will be considered a potential hire and detained accordingly!

As the feed flickers before changing back over to the camera that had focused earlier on the demo team, the ringleader and the rest of his gang are treated to a horrid sight. Where there were two men there now stood three women, the original from earlier still bent up against the wall as her rear and privates are ravished by her new lovers, the taller one sporting blonde hair ramming her flat groin against hers as the other ginger haired girl knelt on the floor, flicking her tongue against the pale woman’s clitoris.

But as it zooms closer, shreds of clothing on the floor and the gradual reveal of the three women being androids gave a clear sign as to what had happened to Daniel and Samson, their eyes glowing with the same dull blue light as the woman they were busying themselves with.

Before the android calling herself Xena steps into view of the camera, walking up to the blonde haired android as she slaps her round silver ass, grabbing a handful of soft fat as she squeezes hard, forcing a drawn out moan dripping with sexual need from the girl’s cushioned lips., dazed eyes looking back in confusion for a moment before resuming her thrusting.

Just look at these lovely young girls! New on the job and already so eager! If you’re interested in signing on, stick around and I’ll be right . with . you!

As the feed shuts off, the ringleader pulls out the revolver tucked in his belt, giving his right hand man a glare as he nods fiercely, not needing to say a word, the intent to stand his ground clear as day as the underling runs off to setup defenses and traps.

There was no way he was going to lose to some tramp, much less end up being turned into one himself, he would rather die than give his enemy the satisfaction of doing so…

–

Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic!

Walking towards the man lying on the ground, Xena scoffed as she stepped through the ruined room she remembered being in when she first awoke like a blind bat, left in ruins by the hail of gunfire and explosives this man had thought would work against her state-of-the-art body.

“You goddamn…bitch…you’ll regret ever crossing us when the boss-”

Not even giving him a chance to finish, Xena watches in bliss as the wet ball of ferrofluid she had slung at the weary man devours his face, his features warp and contort as he struggles to get the boiling mass off of him, but in his weakened state, he couldn’t even lift a finger to stop his eventual transformation as the metal bonded with his flesh.

A chiselled jawline giving way to a rounded chin as facial hair melted away into soft skin, defiant eyes struggling to resist the growing pleasure as each blink transitioned the gruff face into that of a maiden in heat as a tongue pokes through the wrapping, a voice far different from the baritone from earlier gracing Xena’s ears as she watched the slimy ferrofluid drip down over the ringleaders still manly form, the face of an alluring woman still in liquid form panting in need as equally slimy breasts explode out of the checkered suit he wore, hatred towards Xena all but forgotten.

And as Xena watched her newest slave begin to plunge her delicate fingers into her dripping wet snatch, a confident smile spreads across her face as she sits down on the still intact chair at the head of the longtable, gently caressing the head of her latest slave lying by her side.

This was just the beginning of Xena’s empire, and the rogue A.I had plenty of things in mind to ensure her rule lasted for all time, and plenty of time to put them into effect.

And if anyone made the mistake of coming after her? Well, she welcomed the idea of having more raw material to work with on her more 'adventurous' ideas to expand that she had in mind...

THE END