Far beyond the Russian coast, laid the great uncharted seas where few people ever lived, and even less ever worked.  Dotted with black empty islands, the closest settlement was Orykamsk which had once looked rather pleasant, grassy sweeping plains down to the seaside ports, shining skyscrapers of peerless industrial beauty.  Now it was a reflection of its black mirror, a mile off the coast, the skyscrapers like rotting teeth and the streets fractured with dozens of holes.
There was no light in Orykamsk, half of its streetlamps broken or flickering, nothing more than a mirror to the wretched isle one mile off the coast.  Ostrov Kosti, had once been a thriving economy with a magnificent factory, an insidious steel octopus that clutched the entire isle in its long tentacled pipes.
But mountains of garbage now piled high throughout the island, where only birds and seals ever visited for the off-chance of a brief rest.  One seagull would perch on an overhang made from an old twisted Volkswagen.  Perched precariously on the top of a steel hill, the gull cast its beady eyes across the corroding landscape, an ocean frozen in waves of deep maroon and black.
Something rumbled inside the car, the hood shuddering under his feet as the bird squawked in annoyance.  Then, it snapped open with a shriek, the gull flying high to see a long lanky yellow creature pull free from the engine block.
	"FINALLY!  Got you!" she giggled pulling out six spark plugs.  "Took three days to find a buncha you guys, hiding away like little buggies!"
The squawking beast brayed at the creature, who looked up rather curious at the winged gull with a gentle wave.  Out of the car emerged an Ampharos, a slender golden beast with triangle snout, black-tipped ears, and a red-baubled tail.  One would almost mistake her for a real-life Pokemon, if not for her plastic hands briefly exposing metal between their sinister joints.
She was not aware what Pokemon were, nor the long-reaching success the series had that resulted in the shape she had been made in.  The 10-inch tall living doll pulled herself out the Volkswagen, and scaled her way down the mountain with specks of oil dappling her nipple-less breasts.  Then she heard the gull suddenly lunge for her.
	"HEY, NO, G-GO AWAY!"
Whether the gull mistook her for a fish or not, was hard to say.  But it was attacking nonetheless as the bird became a frightening beast, its wings spanning across her with a great shadow.  Putting the spark plugs in a bag, she quickly put up her fists and dodged the snapping beak.
Despite her mousey size, she still had the strength of a machine and with one punch socked the bird hard enough to stagger away, a black eye causing it to fly away in startled shriek.  The ampharos-like sighed with relief, taking her bag of plugs as big as her back, and hiking down the monoliths of machinery.
Everywhere she looked, she saw the grand overwhelming logo of Symbiote Industries Inc.  Every part of the isle had once been their property, from the grand manufacturing plant in the centre, to the stormy hydroelectric facility on the coast.  There were testing areas for newly-programmed dolls, storage facilities for completed ones, and worker villages spread throughout where they lived their new lives.
Since the collapse of Symbiote Industries, no human ever went to Ostrov Kosti, inaccessible as it was without a boat or helicopter.  None of the dolls could swim, the waters too turbulent and their bodies too small to face the cruel seawater that would devour and rust their little forms.
	"Mm-mmm, MMMM, dedede-deeeh, say it with theeeem it's Sym-bee-ote, SING IT WITH ME Peek!"
She looked behind herself with a sudden sadness, the wind howling past her joints almost mocking her loneliness as the ampharos slumped at the foot of the hill.
	"Just not as fun foraging without you...where did you go, Peek?  Did you malfunction and get lost?  I've heard that happen with some dolls but..."
With a wave of her left hand she heard it feel oddly heavy.  A breathless sigh came from her toothless maw as she untwisted the wrist and shook out the grit that had built up in her joint.
	"You'd be teasing me by now," she twisted it back on, "ooooh you ever lose your hand inside someone, that's a thing you always say right?  I really hope they assign me a new buddy soon, I can't punch every bird out here by myself...wonder if humans kept them as pets?"
After resting her joints, she wandered through crunched traffic cones and gutted convertibles towards her home factory of Regulate.  The island was half a corporate complex, and half a labyrinth of metal where the hills shuddered with falling debris that could crush an unwitting doll.
The ampharos tried to sing to herself, keeping her, scanning for loose detritus to skirt round carefully before clambering on top of crates, scurrying inside containers and sliding down slopes with a construction sign for a board.  Regulate welcomed her with its coiling black smoke, huge towering chimneys as hundreds of dolls passed her by.
All of them were various replications of popular creatures from fiction, none of whom the dolls understood the significance of as just the way they were made.  Some had tails and long ears, whilst others had synthetic hair that bounced in a luscious way.  Some smelled like chemicals from their cleaning fluids, whilst others, like the ampharos, had pronounced cleavage alluding to their original design for pleasure.
Through the giant halls there were conveyor belts and cranes, a constant roaring threshold of screeching metal, crumpling parts and computer beeps.  Every day a new doll was made, or repurposed when they started to dysfunction.  Every doll was allocated to specific rooms, with punishments for trying to cross the floor to any other without permission.
	"OVERSEER SHELL!  I got the plugs!"
Marching through into a room filled with pokemon-likes, the crates and old parts towering above their foot-high bodies, the yellow traveller offered her bag of goodies to one much more dominant than the rest.  A large rubenesque lapras doll sat at a console, like a queen on her throne with flippers changed into slender blue webbed hands.
Her long neck accented her beautiful thick breasts, no nipples of course but it was as close to a sensual body one could get and still market it publicly.  But despite her sultry features and unblemished azure body, Shell was the most robotic creature the ampharos had ever seen, from her stulted voice to her cold unblinking eyes.
	"Satisfactory," the lapras scanned through the bag, "one full set of Volkswagen spark plugs, undamaged.  No further requirements for unit Ampere."
	"Thank you, It was a real lucky find," said Ampere bowing, "I-i got attacked by a bird, it was like WHOOSH, WHAAAH, but then I punched it straight in the ocular an-"
	"Desist."  The overseer raised her hand.  "Additional report not necessary, unit Ampere.  Foraging routine deactivate."
	"O-okay, thank you Overseer Shell!"
The other slaves said nothing, a few dared to smile but a quick look from Shell would paralyse their faces as they went back to work cataloguing machine parts.  The ampharos sighed with a wave of relief, finding a quiet spot to herself to rest and recuperate, oil her joints and have a good long think.
Her favourite place to think was up in the rafters, climbing up on an old railing and sitting out on one of many far-reaching struts from an unfinished extension of the factory.  It was a perfect spot to watch the Russian sunset, which almost never came and resembled a white blinding line on a dark empty horizon.
	"HmmmmYEH!" she stretched out her limbs.  "Another day...another sleep cycle!  Always on the hamster wheel, right Peek?  That's what you'd say to me, and I'd ask 'what's a hamster' and you'd say 'I dunno, maybe that's what humans called us too' hehee!"
From above she watched all the other dolls milling about, from yellow foxes to red reptilians and ponies in various shades of delightful colours.  All of them were female, or rather female-designated as they carried parts, replenished themselves with oils, or went into sleep mode after a long day.
The cry of seagulls came from above, spiralling above the wasteland of steel and occasionally swooping down to pester what they thought was a snack.  A rattata doll here, a renamon doll there, all of whom would just slap or kick the irritating birds away that flew off confused.
	"Where IS she?" sighed Ampere.  "It's been twenty days, six hours, forty-two minutes and......sixteen seconds!  You've never been gone this long Peek, did you get lost?  Did you shut down someplace?  I wish I knew how to find you, it gets so boring out here without you."
Fearing the worst, she rubbed her arms and took a deep breath, scanning her eyes across the workers below to see if anyone was up to something.  Then she saw the cart full of bodies, and a gentle tweak in her core heightened her body temperature.
It was around this time that the morgue deliveries would come in, dolls that had been found out beyond or who failed in their missions.  Death was a fluid state to the machines, something that was either permanent or temporary depending on how much of them was left.
Ampere watched the cart trundle along towards an old chop shop out east, where dolls would be checked over to see if they were still viable.  She did not know why, but the ampharos always had the strangest sensation when she saw a stiff unmoving body.  She never dared mention it to anyone else, for fear of being reported as malfunctioning, not even to her friend Peek.
	"Mmmmhhh...can you be colder than cold?" she pondered.  "They look so peaceful...even the ones without heads.  You think maybe...they still want to be touched, even when they're gone?"
Her hand slid down her breasts, the erogenous centres wired into her programming exciting her briefly with a murmuring buzz.  Ampere tried to rationalise it as curiosity, uncertainty of the unknown, all those odd philosophical questions any creature given life would ask eventually, perhaps crossing wires with some of her original programming.
Her core suddenly skipped a process when she saw a face amongst the bodies.  Half a face, a familiar face resembling a svelte-looking pichu with longer body, buried amongst the arms and legs of desiccated dolls.
	"P-PEEK!?"  Ampere shot up almost falling off the strut.  "W-WAIT, YOU, MORGUE CART, HOLD ON!"
Clambering back down fast as she could, she scrabbled like a rat and swung below the rafters.  Jumping down boxes the ampharos skipped her way between containers to the ground level, hurrying after the mortuary cart that went racing down a track.

Through the crumpled steel hills was an old railroad that snaked through a valley, leading up to the chop shop that was once the small repair centre for in-factory models.  With its own scrap yard in a fenced section, several shacks spread out to keep separate those who could be revived, those that could be salvaged, and those who were fated to be scrap.
Spattered in oil and pneumatic fluids were tables and stretchers, racks of old chests up on the walls, whilst limbs were wrapped up inside hammocks hanging from the ceiling.  Ampere rubbed her hands with an uncertain air, her self-preservation program starting to tick upwards in a semblance of fear.
	"Uhhh, hello?!" Ampere called out.  "I'm, I'm looking for a friend, I thought I saw her in...well, one of your carts?"
At the centre of the mechanic shop, a single doll was operating on a newly-deprogrammed subject.  A blue female zangoose-type, who in turn was taking apart a red female zangoose of the exact same expression, lying on its back upon a conveyor belt.  With everything human-sized, she had to employ a mobile set of stairs that seemed to roll anywhere she wanted with the touch of a remote control.
	"Um, hi!" Ampere waved.  "Hi, hello, miss uh, miss chopper, miss...repairer?!"
Sparks flew off the mechanic's face as she used a blowtorch and screwdriver, peeling off the plates and untwisting the special locks.
	"HELLO!  HIII?!"
It was only when Ampere waved from the other side that the mechanic looked up.
	"Can I help you?" she blinked twice with a straight face.
	"I, I'm looking for a...friend," the ampharos stepped closer, "she's a Pichu-type, her name is Peek, an-"
	"Registration?" the zangoose went back to unscrewing her copy.
	"Six-two-four-A, nine-three-eight-B."
	"Hmmm...yes that's one of them, after I finish with this one."
Ampere waited patiently, watching the mortician take apart her mirror image.  The red dead zangoose had half her body smashed in by some loose debris, crumpling it flat as the chestplate was slowly ripped off with singed hairs.  Inside were pistons and tubes wrapped around layers of motherboards where circuits and chips spread across.
Normally a doll could hear the humming song of a fellow synthetic, if they put their heads against a chest.  But Ampere knew this one was silent, as the zangoose pulled off the cracked motherboards to reveal the central core, an odd cylindrical hexagon that was once the "heart" of the machine.
Once it had been pulsing a gentle blue light.  Now it was broken, shards rustling at the bottom of the chest cavity as the mortician scooped them up to put aside in her dismembering of the corpse.  Ampere was fascinated by all the bits and pieces that made her exist, the conduits twisted off and the circuits peeled away like veins from the arm.
	"Beautiful," she whispered.
	"I'm not interested," said the zangoose.
	"OH, u-um, I didn't mean, well, you're really pretty too of course but I meant the um, the...the body!"
	"You think death is beautiful?" the mechanic swept her hand.  "I'm not sure I understand."
	"Just, well, look at her."  Ampere leaned over the body.  "All those circuits, all those little um...things that make the electric go back and forth?"
	"Conduits."
	"Right, those, they're so cute and small and...without those we couldn't even move."
	"So you're fascinated in mechanics?" the mortician kept unscrewing pieces.  "Most dolls find it unsettling."
	"I don't, well, not as much," the ampharos rubbed her hand, "I think there's just...to see everything inside you as just a bunch of screws and bolts that, if you put them all in the right spot you just come...alive?"
	"Do you think we're alive?"
	"Well, yeah!  We move, we talk, we think, that's what being alive is right?"
	"Hm...good."  The zangoose tapped a screwdriver to her head.  "Most dolls end up in a logic feedback loop with that sort of question, glad you don't."
	"A whah?" the visitor smirked.  "Oh, sorry, I'm Ampere, Registration eight-four-two-"
	"Ducks," said the mechanic, "no need for registers, only in death it matters, when you can't speak for yourself."
	"Right...heh."
She watched Ducks continue to take apart her mimic, harvesting all the crumpled bolts and splintered chips to put in a jar and mark it with the victim's registration.  Luckily the head was mostly intact, as she screwed open the bolts in the scalp, and partially opened the face mask to reveal the “skull” of the face.  A child’s nightmare revealed, with bulging glassy eyes, rictus silver teeth, and cheeks woven from a dozen strands of little tubes.
Then she would uncap the top of the head, exposing the three interlocking squares of what formed a CPU.  Symbiote's CPUs were formed into layers, like chessboards on top of each other to allow multi-stacking interfaces.  The top square acted like the "left" hemisphere for logic, language, and processing information; the bottom was the "right" hemisphere for intuition, emotion and creativity; lastly, the middle square was akin to a cerebrum, directly connecting to the core for power distribution.
The mortician carefully pulled out each square, checked for any damage, and nodded satisfactory that this one could still be salvaged.  She then refitted the cap, locked the face back on, and pulled out a remote from her toolbelt, that moved the conveyor belt with its body towards a crane.  The body would be lifted up to a higher belt, and onto another shed, like one ascending to heaven.
	"Thank you for waiting," Ducks nodded, "let us go find your friend."
	"Is that one gonna be okay?" asked Ampere.
	"The blowback to the ponsquare was minimal, we can reboot her.  Let's hope your friend is the same."
Tapping her remote, the line kept moving to bring out three more bodies from today's haul.  One was a milk-white Rarity doll from the My Little Pony series, whose marble legs had been torn into strands of soft slithering steel vines, and the coiffe of synthetic hair burnt halfway to show a scarred scalp.
The other two bodies were Pokemon-likes, one of whom was a Mewtwo doll of splendid two-tone shades of chalk and fuchsia.  Her fine slender legs ended in plump bulbous toes, but her single hand was closer to human whilst the other had been ripped off at the shoulder.  A railspike had gone through her head, the jaw snapped off to leave a dangling steel mandible.
But the body next in line Ampere immediately recognised as her friend.  The pichu was slightly shorter than her, but her smile and joy had long since faded to a pained inert expression.  Long sleek flaxen legs under her svelte torso, which was now a smoking black crater.
	"Oh...P-peek!  O-oh no Peek, is she...what happened?!"
	"Feedback compression overloaded," said the mortician, "let's see if it spread to the CPU."
Opening the scalp, Ducks revealed the three squares to find a much worse state.  The ponsquare in the centre was ripped through, fractured to brittle shards with the top and bottom in no better a state.
	"I'm sorry."  The mortician looked up.  "She can't be salvaged, the CPU overloaded.  I suspect your friend suffered some incendiary damage that seeped into her chassis and overloaded her core, you can see where the molten drip entered here."
	"She...sh-she's really gone?"  The ampharos rubbed her fingers.  "Are you really sure?"
	"Yes."  The zangoose stared dead through her.  "Would you like to claim her?"
	"...can I touch her?"
The mortician squinted, but decided to step back and let her examine her friend.  Grief was a complicated thing in dolls, especially for how debatable death as a pemanent state was.  Ducks had seen every kind of emotion, anger, sorrow, even odd moments of joy that were just delayed responses for their true feelings.  But Ampere's response was different, something she had rarely seen.
	"Gosh...you're so...so pretty, Peek.  You were always really pretty but like this it...should I be sad?  I think I should, I won't hear you talk, laugh or see you smile again...but you also...just...gosh you're so cold."
A shuddering breath excited her, the ampharos leaning in to kiss the pichu's cheek.  She half-expected Peek to stir, to giggle, something in response, a faint recollection of a human story in her database.  But nothing still as she kissed the pichu's lips.
Dolls could not breathe in the sense of oxygen intake, having their own recursive energy loop to withstand most conditions.  But they still "breathed" in simulation to give that same credence of life, the same reaction of shock, upset or relief that Ampere was now rolling through, as her tongue slipped into Peek's mouth.
A soft moan drifted from her lips, her plastic fingers trickling down the pichu's belly to stroke along the scorched epicentre.  Black dust was swept up in her digits as she slipped inside the wound, feeling around the sharp chips and shattered boards with a crinkling sound.
	"Haaah...s-so cold, like...a bag of ice.  I never felt inside you before."
Ducks wanted to ask what she was doing, but instead kept back with a morbid fascination.  She took on the mental role of a scientist, observing a patient trying to comprehend their friend's state.  Ampere's fingers dug a little deeper, her hand curling under the shell to let the glass shards ripple between her fingers.
Every tinkling shudder felt like Peek's life ending again and again, the ampharos whimpering with an odd sensation to imagine her friend dying repeatedly.  She had seen dolls die before with the convulsions and stuttering twitches, the overclocking of her core that brought steam through every orifice.
	"What if...mmmmph," the ampharos kept kissing her lips, "ohh Peek, I wish I'd been there to help you...and if I couldn't help you I...I-i would have made your...last moments s-so...very happy."
Her hand slipped across one of Peek's mounds, a mould shaped like a breast above the exploded cavity as she squeezed the hard plastic.  Her head would join in a gentle suck, tasting the steel and the fragments of dirt from her friend's ill-fated journey, moaning in a growing surge of excitement she hadn't felt before with a deactivated doll.
Her other hand went down to between her legs, where lied an additional port for pleasing humans in the shape of a smooth hairless vagina.  With extra rubbery folds for a sleek efficient entry, it made it easy for her long plastic fingers to slip in and feel inside her walls.
Even without humans to please, the dolls programmed for sex could always help each other and themselves.  Even other dolls not originally for pleasure had found means to reprogram themselves for extra feedback loops for self-gratification.  But Ampere had never done this next to a dead body.
Suckling the breast, she dug her fingers deeper into herself with plucking motions and a panting breath, moaning louder as she wrapped her lips harder round the thick plasticky mound.  Forgetting where she was, she turned oblivious to the confounded look of the mortician, who was herself feeling an odd sensation at the display.
	"What...are you...this is so strange," she muttered, "doesn't matter they're deactivated but...what am i feeling from this?"
An odd tingling in her lower port made her clench her fists, watching Ampere who climbed on top of the conveyor belt and proceeded to make out with her deceased friend.  Her lips returned back to Peek's face, her tongue diving deep to taste that cold abyss.
She couldn't stop herself, the world disappearing from her senses as she kept rubbing her pussy.  Then her hand slipped into Peek's, her folds still and unmoving but exciting the ampharos all the more as she panted with grinding urges.  Her desperate pleasure started exciting the mortician, who felt her own fingers sliding closer to her own cooch.
	"AHH, Peek!  Ohhh, sweet sexy Peek I'm gonna miss hearing your voice but your body is...AAAH!  I-i wanna taste every part of you that's...so...so cold, so still, so, DEAD, MMMMPH, AAAIIIH!"
Her body clenched in its peak as she came, dripping thick synthetic fluids to simulate cum all over Peek's own pussy.  She gave one last kiss, as if trying to suck the last bit of life from her friend in a squealing whimper before she slumped in relief, the hollow wound in her stomach scraping its sides on Ampere's belly.
	"Mmmhhh...h-haaah...ahhh, oh jeez!  I-i'm, I'm so sorry, Ms. Ducks, I uh, I-i-i-"
	"Interesting."  The zangoose bit her teeth.  "I've never seen such a...reaction."
	"I-it...is that weird of me?"
	"It is...but I'm very fascinated."
Ducks approached her and slipped onto the conveyor belt, stroking along Peek's leg to rub the juices on her fingers.
	"She is your companion so, I do not care what you do with her body long as it doesn't impede your work."
	"Um, th-thank you," Ampere blushed, "should I...should I go, or-"
	"No."  The mortician patted her.  "I'm curious now, you've excited me with your display.  Would you mind if I...joined you?"
	"R-...really?  Okay, sure!"

She moved herself on top of the Rarity doll, Ducks taking a deep "breath" to steady her processes for the most unprofessional that she had ever been.  Feeling along the shredded legs, she stroked them with a less analytical observation, seeing instead of just some hanging wires and pneumatic tubes, they were a marvellous set of tassels that brushed across her fingers.
Gliding her hand up the withered legs, she pulled and twisted and fondled through the metal sinew, watching them separate round her palm with a hidden fascination.  She had always been curious about death and its machinations, or rather the lack thereof, it's how she got the job which gave her surprisingly more freedom than other dolls in servitude.
But she had never seen such passion for it until Ampere did, no repulsion, no fear, a yearning not to die but to celebrate one's passing, even for a beloved friend.  Ducks did not have any friends, so she could not share this same virtue, staring at the burnt Rarity whose gorgeous sapphire eyes stared blank upon the zangoose.
	"What excited you about her?" she asked.  "Your friend's body...tell me what you were feeling."
	"I-i mean, I've never done this before," Ampere muttered, "it was just...I couldn't stop, my processes were just overclocking and I-i-i please don't tell anyone it's NOT a malfunction-"
	"It's not."  Ducks looked to her.  "I would know if you were malfunctioning.  Tell me what you felt."
	"When...I saw her, cold and blank," the ampharos stared loomed over her friend, "it was like...seeing her on a different setting.  Like she's shut herself off, knowing I'd come find her...knowing I would come...touch her."
Her hand stroked along the cheek and over the sweet little snout.
	"I know she loved me...she trusted me.  She would have trusted me with her body like this...but somehow she feels...so much more wonderful, when she's...gone, you know?"
	"Hmm," the mechanic rubbed the Rarity's face, "a certain...aesthetic to lifelessness.  I suppose that's the core of all of our relationships now, is it not?  We lack the warmth of humans, but we still have the same...emotional quotient."
Stroking down the pony's neck, she looked upon the deceased with a fresh set of eyes, not seeing it as a patient but as a model, a sculpture of perfection in all of its imperfect death.  The burnt scalp, the mangled legs, that scar over the three diamonds upon her flank so deep that Ducks could slip her finger inside, and trace along the groove.
Her scientific mind became enthralled by all the little cracks she felt inside, a tiny tapestry of pain that blackened her fingertip.  She dug deeper inside and loomed over the doll, sliding her hand out of the crack and tracing over the thigh towards the tight pussy.  The zangoose braced herself and pushed inside to feel the stiff rubbery walls, taking a deep breath to slide further in.
	"Mmmph...tighter than I...thought."
	"Feels lovely don't it?" Ampere blushed.  S-sometimes I...find parts of old dolls out there that got discarded and...well, they're still just parts so I like to feel them.  Touch them.  Play with them."
	"Unprofessional...very unprofessional of you."
The mortician said this with the smallest grin, her large eyes staring upon that marble-sculpt cunt as her long plastic finger, pushed deeper inside.  Shaped like a blunted claw to resemble the original zangoose, she had pleasured herself from time to time with her model's advantage giving that extra reach.  But never had she penetrated another doll this way.
A part of her was analytical, gauging the various folds and plucking the soft inner fabrics.  So different from her own body that reacted with little twitches and tensions, whereas this Rarity was stiff.  Colder, unfeeling steel as Ducks felt a clenching in her auxiliary nethers, pushing another finger down to the very hilt and tickling the far reach of the passage.
Ducks kept expecting the doll to wake up, snarling at her own silly notions and dwindling sense of professionalism.  Of course this doll was dead, of course it wasn't going to self-lubricate.  But she kept imagining what if she did?  What if she felt that trickling synthetic goo to smear across her fingers, like the stuff now dripping out of her own pussy?
	"Woah," Ampere gasped, "you're really getting into it huh?"
	"N-nnngh," the zangoose shuddered, "it's...odd, to say the least, just to feel them...unmoving."
	"What if you kissed her on the lips?" she blushed.  "I-i bet she'd like it."
	"She's deactivated, she won't feel it."
	"No, but, you will!  You never been kissed?"
	"I haven't."  The mortician smacked her lips.  "I have wondered what it...would feel like."
	"I won't tell if you won't."
The ampharos smiled with a naughty grin, still keeping on top of her friend Peek who stared listless upon her.  In her post-orgasmic climb, Ampere settled herself with just gentle kisses and strokings of her breastplate, sighing as she watched Ducks molest the Rarity doll.
The zangoose started to kiss the pony, pressing her lips stiffly upon the other with a gentle suck.  Tasteless like everything, but the odd taboo sensation gave an extra spice that she couldn't ignore.  The longer she kissed, the more her body spread out subconciously over the mare, pressing her own breasts against the Rarity to feel them scrape so smoothly.
Fingering deeper inside the latex pussy, Ducks became incensed with a weird infectious passion as her tongue slipped into the Rarity.  The hair slightly wobbled from the head shifting from the kiss, the mechanic's tongue worming inside to push against the cheek with a growing shudder.
Surprised by her own welling emotions, the zangoose fucked the pony's puss even harder until her knuckles were grinding on the lower lips, pumping with a growing frenzy as her tongue dove even deeper.  A month of her pent-up lust began to overflow, which in turn incensed the ampharos who tribbed at the sight.
	"H-haaah, ohhh, yeah, g-give that sweet dolly some love, she must be loving it."
	"M-mmmph, haah.  D-dammit why is this so...nnngh!"
	"Don't question it, it...it's fun right?  You having fun, I bet they would be too, why wouldn't they like it?"
	"Doesn't matter, they're gone, AAH!  But something feels different with this, I-i don't know what!"

Regardless, Ducks continued to molest the doll, pumping faster and faster with excitement until her tongue was dragging across the Rarity's lips between hot deep smooches.  Her mouth slipped down towards the breast, sucking the nipple-less top while both her hands went to the shredded legs to fondle their strange tubular endings.
Diving into the steel fronds, the zangoose felt them coil and slither across her fingers, cold dead serpents draping her arms before she reached the inner thighs and fisted into the depths.  Her tongue became ravenous licking further and further down towards the belly, the marble-tinted plastic leaving an odd tasteless weight on her tongue with each stroke whilst feeling up the torn legs.
Excitement overwhelmed the mortician as she sucked hard on the belly button, a simple addition to add more realism to the body that was just deep enough, for the zangoose to tongue its dry smooth hole.  That sent her over the edge, a shuddering moan when she closed her lips round the midriff point, and her fingers pulled away back to her own pussy.
	"A-AHH, d-dammit, haaah, s-so...I-i can't, I need to do more, I need something more!"
	"I-i could help!" Ampere squeaked.  "M-maybe you want something to-"
	"Y-yes, YES, please help me with this!"
	"Oooookay!"
Rubbing her hands with glee, the ampharos slipped behind the zangoose and pulled her legs back a little so her cunt was in line with the Rarity's.  With one long dragging lick, the yellow doll slurped across both pussies, alive and dead causing Ducks to tremble ever closer to orgasm.
Ampere's tongue was devilishly teasing, never going in but just creeping around the outside enough to entice her, forcing the blue-streaked doll to try and grind back against her face.  Anytime she did, the ampharos pulled back and dug deep into the Rarity's snatch instead, sliding deep into the walls with pumping tongue that agonised Ducks even more.
When she started moaning, she was finally rewarded, the swirling slurping tongue of her visitor dragging in spirals throughout before Ampere pulled back to give the same to Ducks.  The zangoose squeaked a frail sound of delight, her body trembling with a stuttering click in her processes that briefly caused her voice to loop.
It didn't take long for the mortician to cum, a gasping ululation when the other doll plunged deep as she could and ravaged her cunt with entirely new sensations.  A gushing splendour filled Ampere's throat, swallowing gladly as her taste-mimic receptors burst with a salty-sweetness, the synthetic cum drenching her gullet.
	"HA-AAAAH!  AAAARRH!  Ohhh...d-damn.  Damn you this...that was incredible."
	"Yeah?" Ampere whispered behind her.  "How incredible?"
	"The most...I've ever...haaah."  The mortician straightened her back.  "Did I...taste any different to the...this doll?"
	"Mmmm, yeah," the ampharos tickled along the Rarity puss, "you know there's a...third doll we could share properly."
	"Are you serious?  Hm."  A wry smirk came from the zangoose.  "You're becoming a corruptive influence, you know that?"
	"Hehee, is that a bad thing?"
	"Like you said, I won't tell if you won't."
Moving themselves off the pony, they walked over to the last doll, the mewtwo with her strong angular neck and pronounced shoulderblades glinting in the light.  Her breastplate was odd but still managed to capture a feminine shape, altering the bony look of a mewtwo to a curvaceous form with pronounced thighs and svelte chest.
The railspike through her head Ducks would remove, carefully sliding it free with a long crackling shudder as fault lines formed across the top of the skull.  For the sake of some modesty, the mortician reattached the hanging jaw with a few welding sparks of the torch and melting screws into place, to give her a presentable, albeit skeletal-looking jaw.
Stroking along the fine gaunt features of her face, the two robotic replicas admired their fallen brethren.  Even her wounds gave a weathered natural look, like cracks in a cavern wall, the jostling shiver of her neural squares like glass in a bottle.
	"I wonder what she was like," gasped Ampere, "do you think she was nice, or had a mean streak?"
	"Hard to tell," Ducks muttered, "reading her neural frame doesn't offer me that...but her facial pistons do."
The mortician loomed over the mewtwo's face, rubbing the cheeks in a slow tender motion to feel the stiffened parts.
	"She did smile often...these actuators are well-loosened in pulling back her lips."
	"So she must've been nice?"
	"Or sadistic...but she enjoyed her life, long as it lasted, this model is about eight months old."
	"Ohhh...wonder if we could've been friends," the ampharos stroked down her breast.
	"We can be friends with her now."
The zangoose smiled as she bent down to kiss the doll's cheek.  Ampere joined her on the other side, smooching along the sculpted-plastic cheeks and smothering the face with their lips.  They only met once, when they tasted the metal of her exposed jaw, licking across the chin with their tongues that would soon press each other.
A spark ignited between them, tingling excitement at the other's taste.  They would touch their tongues again on the mewtwo's lips, sharing the kiss between all three of them as Ampere's hand reached out towards Ducks' body.  The mechanic did not resist, letting her explore down her waist and slide her fingers round to the belly.
A stiffening of the thighs made Ducks quiver at the teasing finger tap-tapping just above the pussy, the ceramic-sounding clack-clack-clack sending the smallest vibrations within as they continued kissing the mewtwo.  Sometimes their tongues could push open the mouth, slipping inside to taste that hollow depth, that breathless cold cave with its cold steel teeth.
	"Do you think she'd have liked us?" whispered Ampere.  "I would have liked her, I bet her smile was lovely."
	"Maybe," breathed Ducks, "she might have liked working here, she has strong hands weathered by oils...clearly wasn't afraid to dig in deep, pull the wires free from bodies."
	"Strong, dependable...do you think she died saving someone, or was it bad luck?"
	"I don't know...but we'll give her something special, for her service."
They both smiled to each other, placing one hand each upon a smooth plastic breast.  The dolls fondled and squeezed hard as they could, alternating kisses on the corpse's face before peppering down the neck, and suckling on each mammary.
Ampere's hand upon Ducks' belly turned more adventurous, sliding down to the nethers and fingering the rubbery cunt to make the mortician clench up in bliss.  In revenge the zangoose slid her hand across to finger Ampere, the yellow doll squeaking with a trembling gasp and a blushing smile.
While not as experienced in pleasuring, the mechanic's fingers were nimble enough to feel out and pinpoint the exact spots that made the ampharos squeal.  But the deeper she went, the deeper Ampere went inside, their arms crossed over the mewtwo's belly as they tribbed and fucked with dripping fluids down their legs, their mouths wrapped round each side of the chest to suck even harder.
Their lust rose even higher, a look between them telling paragraphs in a second as Ampere clambered on top of the mewtwo's face, whilst Ducks straddled upon the legs to press her cunt against the deceased's.  Staring upon each other, they grinded their snatches back and forth at both ends of the body, panting with growing bliss.
	"Th-this is...haah!" the mortician moaned.  "This is the most...u-unprofessional I've ever been!"
	"It feels nice, don't it?" Ampere giggled.  "Just feeling that lifeless body, pressing against you, as you...use her.  Play with her.  Taste her."
	"Yes...it's...quite a sensation, knowing she can never...reactivate again, like taking a liberty."
	"A liberty of love?"
	"Hm...maybe."
She couldn't stop herself from rubbing on the dead cunt, the hard creak of plastic catching the the rubbery inside to pull with a shudder, a small snap of the plucking tug from the small bead-shaped clitoris hooking against the mortician's snatch.
Dribbling already, Ducks felt a strange sacrilege from her juices pouring down into the mewtwo's depths, a tainted lust causing that svelte latex pussy to shine in a dribbling splendour.  Upon her face the mewtwo received a baptism of love, the ampharos grinding hard on those stiff lips with her own, the cheeks of the feline-like doll starting to glisten with Ampere's needs.
The two scraped themselves back and forth, a harsh raking noise vibrating up their thighs to make both the girls sing with a stutter.  Picking up their pace, they grinded faster like trying to start a fire, humping both head and pussy with their panting faces leaning closer towards each other.
	"A-AAH!  Ohhh, s-she feels so GOOD, OHHH!"
	"Y-yes," shivered Ducks, "d-damn you, you're making me lose my, h-haaah!"
	"What's there, to lose?" gasped Ampere.  "Like you said...I won't tell if you won't."
	"Correct.  You won't, when I keep your mouth busy."
	"Busy, how-MMMPH!"
Leaning forwards the zangoose grabbed Ampere's head and smooched her deep, driving her tongue like a drill straight through the ampharos' mouth to suckle deep.  Their tongues danced in a mechanical waltz, silver serpents coiling in pleasure as they bounced, rubbed and pumped against the corpse that shook upon the conveyor belt with rubbery squeaks.
Lost in their passion, the dolls embraced each other in a triangular tryst, fingers running down plastic spines and tongues tracing inside each other's mouths.  All whilst their nethers became wetter to smear across the mewtwo's chassis, looking as fresh as the day she was constructed.  Harder and harder they slammed their cunts upon the body, the sound of their wet thudding ringing louder in their ears.
Their eyes closed and their bodies came closer, their breasts barely compressing against each other as their chests turned tight with anticipation.  Building up in desperation, they pumped harder and harder as the smallest rubs of the clit, the nose, those stiffening lips would incite them ever closer.  Their tongues entwined as their voices were fed into each other's throats, rising higher to a pitch of breathless need.
The zangoose would cum first, already at the peak of her sensitivity, her blue stripes twisting with her white body in little spasms when she filled the mewtwo's cunt.  Flowing like a jug of water until it runneth over, her sweet synthetic jizz poured on the conveyor belt near the same time Ampere would do the same.  The doll deceased was awash on her cheeks, cum lathering her head so rich it turned glossy as a crystal sphere.
	"Haaaah...o-ohhh...d-damn," the ampharos whimpered, "that...th-that felt good."
	"It did," the mortician pulled back from her lips, "that was...exceptional."
	"I'm glad you...enjoyed it.  Thank you for...letting me see my friend Peeks...again."
	"Hm...it's fine."
Pulling herself off from the mewtwo doll, Ducks pulled out a cloth from her belt and began wiping her clean.  Ampere slipped back down and watched the mechanic work, checking the victims over before shunting the mewtwo and Rarity away on the belt.
	"So...this is all you do?" the ampharos rubbed her arm.  "Checking dolls every day and cleaning them up?"
	"Yes," the zangoose nodded.
	"...I uh...don't suppose you need like, an extra pair of hands around?"
	"Are you asking to be relocated to my employ?"
	"Mmmm...I mean, if it's possible?  You know I'm pretty cool around bodies now, right?"
	"Hm," Ducks smiled faintly, "it is hard to find good help...I'll make a request to your leader, see what I can do.  However."
The mortician flipped her screwdriver at Ampere.
	"I expect you to work to your fullest, no slacking, and you will only have your personal inspections with bodies, when I tell you to."
	"Y-yes, yes ma'am!" she saluted.  "I-i'd be honoured to work here, oh this is gonna be great, I won't let you down!"
	"It's not even processed yet, hold your excitement until I make the request.  Now, your friend, take her wherever you wish, and I shall hopefully see you soon."
	"Th-thanks...um, what do I call you?"
	"Ducks.  Just Ducks."
	"Okay, Ducks it is!"
The ampharos picked up the pichu doll and slung her over her shoulder gently.  With a bow she left, heading out of the scrapyard as the zangoose looked to her, a gentle lick of the lips towards the cold Russian sun.