Drawn by  Quillu
(Seriously  Quillu you rock and thank you!)


Maverick stepped into the darkened lab, his metal claws softly clinking on the floor. His optics looked around at his surroundings and took measure of everything. He had some serious trepidation in being here and had to remind himself that it wasn't going to be like last time...

The aliens had converted him into a armored cyborg killing machine. He served them for countless years and helped bring new organic lifeforms to be converted just as he was. His body refused his commands as his organic mind, now laced with circuits and artificial neural pathways, still had its consciousness but was running the programming that the aliens had installed. He was a helpless passenger in his own body while someone else drove. He did terrible and depraved things while under their control and it felt like an eternity before a crack in the programming began to appear.

Now free of their insidious grasp, most of the converted cyborgs wanted to continue living a normal life after the aliens had been driven off world. They had converted roughly 28% of the population though and most of the organic population was still very wary of them considering all they had done. It does not help that some of the new cyborgs though had other plans and formed a faction that wanted to rule and exploit the organic population. Maverick and his much larger faction oppose them and try to work with the remaining organics but it is hard going. Still, the one's under Mavericks leadership help out as best they can and the organics are slowly coming around.

One such group of organics were very interested in the aliens tech they left behind. It was light years beyond anything they had and, with the help of some of the cyborgs in Mavericks faction, began to reverse engineer it. The cyborgs still needed to maintain their bodies and the aliens pods were the only things able to accomplish that. Most however still had nightmares of those pods and resented entering them until they absolutely had to. The scientists managed to free them of that limitation so now they can maintain their bodies on their own terms instead of relying on the alien tech.

It was in one of those labs that reversed engineered the tech that Maverick found himself in. An empty chair sat in the middle of the room. A organic wolf in a labcoat sat behind a large window as several lab techs rushed about doing their own thing. The wolf smiled and tapped a microphone and spoke,

"Hello Maverick my name is Dr. Corman. A pleasure to finally meet you. We understand you want a retrofit to your body?"

Maverick looked up to the wolf and nodded. "Yes, something more in line with how I looked before..." Maverick looked at his body and its stripe-less exterior and generally unflattering form. "...this." He said.

Dr Corman nodded. "Very well, and I understand. If you would have a seat in the chair we can begin. The process should be painless now that we have a better understanding of how this all works. I must warn you however that despite all our fiddling with the tech, some of it will still be somewhat...invasive."

"Invasive how?" Maverick looked ready to tear something apart and a low mechanical growl was rising within him.

"Nothing having to do with your mind I assure you. No the procedure will require you to hook up to an external energy source and that means a... "the wolf paused looking for the right wording before finally just coming out and saying it. "...a cable attached to your rear."

Maverick's posture relaxed and he sort of gave a knowing smirk. The aliens had pumped energy into their bodies through their butts but most of the time it was unnecessary due to the efficiency of their cores. The only reason that they did it in the first place was to provide energy for massive nanite production. Most of the cyborgs had gotten used to it and some even kinda liked it as long as they had control of it.

"That's fine and oh one more thing Doc, can you keep the briefs look?" He said as he smiled his metal toothy grin.

Dr. Corman nodded. "No problem and I completely understand."

Maverick nodded and mounted the chair which began to elevate the metal tiger as cables came down from the ceiling and floor. He had a momentary flashback of the cables the aliens had used to convert him and his eyes flashed brightly but he relaxed as these didn't have the same intention and it was evident in the way they moved. Less hostile and insistent almost...these were smooth, slow and calm moving. No sudden movements and they didn't wrap around his body, they calmly attached to various points slowly to give Maverick the time to adjust to them. The one that was going to attach to his rear did it gently, like a lover that was caressing him and slowly a trickle of energy began to flow into his plated rear.

The process was over fairly quickly. The cables had removed his outer casing and exposed most of this core systems. New armored briefs went on first to minimize his embarrassment as he still had a fully functioning cock under it. The cable in his rear provided extra power and regulated his core as the process commenced. New plates of shining orange and white were affixed to his frame. He saw his facial plates being removed and then new ones added onto his metallic skull. He was conscious the entire time as this happened, per his request.

Finally everything was finishing up and he raised his hand to look at the new body he had. He could also see himself in a monitor nearby and smiled at how he looked. Now looking like a sleek but powerful and most importantly STRIPED tiger again he swished his new tail excitedly. His briefs even looked to have been molded to his how he remembered his organic self looking. Tight and snug, just the way he liked it. He let out a low but pleasant purr even if it did sound a bit mechanical. He waited for the cables to retract and the one in his rear finally detaching and returning him to his own core power. The chair lowered and Maverick took a few steps as his new body seamlessly moved with him. He stood proudly and looked up to Dr. Corman.

"I trust that everything is to your liking then, Maverick?" the doctor's voice came over the speaker.

"Everything is great! Thanks Doc. I feel like a brand new tiger."

"Excellent, we also gave you some more armor in various places to enhance your combat effectiveness. Will come in handy when going up against that Rebel faction."

"Indeed it will, I kinda am looking forward to testing it out in a fight honestly." he said as he once again looked over his new chassis.

"Give them hell." Dr. Corman said as he leaned back in his chair. He really liked how the tiger looked now himself. Fitting for the leader of the sane cyborg faction.

Maverick exited the lab and couldn't help but admiring his look. He wasn't narcissistic but he felt great and looked great, no harm in taking pride in how one looked after all. He began to run a bit putting his new body to the test until he exited into the sunshine as his polished body shone in the light. Derrick was going to love the new him! His cyborg panther mate might even decide to get his own chassis replaced to look more like he did before....maybe. For now he couldn't wait to get home and show off his new bod to his mate.