With an exhausted sigh, the red and yellow robot pony walked through the dirt road, looking down. The battery indicator on his forehead, right between his eyes, showcased a red scintillating symbol indicating that this particular pony had all his energy ran out. But what else could be expected from the workshift this poor tired robopone had? It was a terribly excruciating day, to the point it could be considered a full week of workload condensed nicely into a metaphorical and ready-to-burst can, and, because Murphy’s law, everything that could go wrong went wrong in the worst way today. Though thankfully there were no injured (Aside from Nick that hit his head with the big hangar door, not realizing it was closing at the end of the shift), it was pretty much one of the hardest days this pony has went through in the Ponyville’s railway network and center.

“Gosh… I’m so tired… I really need to recharge my batteries…” Said the robopony as he noticed the fact his walking motion was slow, most likely because he had not much reserves of energy left. It could’ve been said that this was a euphemism, but indeed this robopony had batteries, or atleast a Magikon reactor which required a recharge immediately.

Muddy hoofprints were left upon his wake as he tiredly and with a great deal of effort tried his best to reach his home, thankfully not so far away from the railway center. Of course, aside from the fact this shift was 5 days of work cramped together, it also had the wonderful (Roboponies sarcasm was top-notch materiel) addition that some unruly bandits wanted to vandalize and hijack some of the cars, so it was also a chase searching for them all around the establishment . After a couple minutes of slow walking, he finally managed to get to the front door, and with a yawn that seemed to be coordinated for that exact moment, he opened the door slowly.

His lack of coordination, a byproduct of his lack of energy, almost made him fall frontally face first through the door instead of walking normally into his home, thankfully, he was quick enough to regain his senses and stay in his fours, promptly closing the door behind him and deciding to rest on the couch. He’d just need a comfy time sleeping so his Magikon-powered core would replenish all the energy spent today, especially because when you’re sleeping you aren’t exactly doing much exhausting things to begin with, so it was like a ‘time-off’ for the otherwise hardly bearable day.

Deciding that he would like to doze off in the comfortableness of his couch (And being thankful that he wasn’t cheapskate in picking the couch in the first place, this thing was worth every penny), he tiredly extended his arm a bit, the robotic wonders of his body making it extremely easy to grab the remote control on the table a few feet in front of him. He was planning to upgrade his TV to one of these new wireless televisions, especially because that would allow him to connect remotely through… himself… and basically start and change channels using his mind like a technopath. With an uninterested sigh, he gently pressed the rim of the hoof against one of the buttons, the TV going back to life and broadcasting a random channel for the robopony to look at.

There didn’t seem to be much interesting stuff in the TV nowadays, aside from some announcement about high octane fuel which interested the red robopone, most of them were rather boring programs. Although he didn’t quite intend to watch TV, just fall asleep, the noise would be a good kind of white noise that’d aid him in h-

Before he could process his plan further, something called his attention. In the television there was someone talking about hippoids, basically the race Trackhead was. He looked at the screen in a concerned and interested expression, leaving the remote on the same couch he was lying on as he looked at the (what seemed to be an) advertisement.

“So, what are you intending in this upgrade?” An news reporter with blonde mane and dork-style eyeglasses said as she held with her unicorn magic an microphone, almost bonking whoever he was reporting in the lips. She seemed so green that Goldheart was pale in comparison, but atleast she was trying her best. Below the screen, a small blue box appeared from the left side, saying “Mark Wholesome, Inventor and Chief of Technical Development in the Mekaquestria Labs”

The alluded guy, an Earth Pony that had that ‘rich guy’ vibe, with fancy manestyle and an elegant Prussian blue suit with a red-colored tie, smiled towards the camera awkwardly, clearly not one to be acquainted to being recorded, and, after the reporter finished asking, he proceeded to answer “Well, our first iteration of Trackhead, official designation N3000 Hippoid, Transformable, is a very good and hardworking machine that’s valued by their customers, but some other companies asked for… a more customizable and ‘friendly’ version of Trackhead, and as such, we provided this new…” He doubted lightly, unsure as to what to call it. “Let’s call it an ‘Addon’. We’ve provided this new ‘Addon’ for our other customers based on their requirements”.

The cute dorky reporter was about to ask something else, but then realized that the suit guy that looked like a G-man actually hadn’t finished yet, and promptly shut down with a blush creeping on her face “Among the vast amount of upgrades that are listed at our official webpage on the new model, I can list some, for instance…” He stopped briefly, as he seemed to inhale to recite a studied-for-40-days description of the following. The view of the dorky girl and the slick rich guy was changed as the screen now showcased a visual representation of the ‘new Trackhead’.

“First of all, we’ve made the whole robot optimized as the company’s requirements, and with space for further add-ons, augmentations, kits, and other tools. Think of a mix-and-match robot. The original Trackhead also had this ability, but it was fairly complex and required assistance of professionals; now it’s easier since we can ship the parts to destination and they’re more user-friendly to install” The slick guy said, although only his voice could be heard on the television, since his figure was blocked by an screen that focused on the new model’s legs, indicating in an infographic kind of way the additions and modernizations it could be done on the platform.

“Aside from that, with more efficient internal designs, we’ve managed to have a 50% increase in storage capacity, this means that the robot will be able to hold half more tools than it would originally do. Added to that, we also produce and ship those tools, and there are some “blank arms” which allow regular things to be used, like for instance, a random hammer” He explained, as the infographics changed towards the interior of the robopony, showcasing various tools such as a screwdriver, a hammer, a knife, a wrench, a wire cutter for your usual escapes off jail… wait… why a robopony would have a knife?

“Another thing that I’m able to point out is that we’ve made the whole system user friendly. Putting aside the ability to install more tools as the situation arises, we’ve made an upgrade that many customers have asked… for some reason… which is softness and fluffiness. This iteration is basically a giant plushie to cuddle with; way softer than the original N3000 Hippoid made of steel, and even softer and fluffier than a regular pony, except perhaps yakutian horses, but still conserving the durability and tolerances of the regular version… even the underside of his hooves are fluffy and soft, compared to the glass-like material of the original. We’ve also made the option to change the ‘personality’ of the Hippoid as per requirements… if you want a shy Trackhead, or a confident one, brave, kind, motherly. Most emotions and personalities are programmable and we’ll be launching more options in the future” He continued explaining. You couldn’t see his face or his facial expression, but the feelings that were lacing his speech had some kind of… ‘I have no idea why people want a fluffy robot, so don’t ask’. While he said this, the infograph showcased the amount of fluffiness this pony had, which was probably off the charts.

“And, to finish this off, some more stuff that we’ve added; we’ve improved the AI with an advanced and newer chipset, and he’s able to process information quicker than usual. The batteries also hold more energy thanks to some energy-efficiency measures. The tires and tracks are both verified and certified, the tracks especially being designed from the track system found on tanks, yet still being as soft to the touch as the rest of the robot, along with everything else… The decrease in weight to around 3/4 the original, which is a rather big improvement; the addition of an ‘obedience mode’ where the robot can follow instructions as per command, although this design is locked for now; the ability to change colors depending on what the user would like…. etcetera etcetera etcetera” The earth pony said, clearly not interested in naming the 101 upgrades this model had from the original robot pony, but who could blame him? He probably was already quite nervous of having this cute dork girl ask him questions in front of a camera, nerds are always like that, and being the “Chief of Technical Development”, he was the most nerd in Mekaquestria Labs.

The infographic that showcased various things, such as the fluffy hooves of Trackhead petting a cute kitty, or the focus on the track system and suspension, or his metallic mane which, conveniently, could be swapped for something else as per the mix-and-match requirement, faded away to show again our dynamic duo of dork green reporter and nerd “Chief of Nerds”. The situation hasn’t changed on the frontline since before; the nerd was still nervous and the dorky reporter was still fumbling with her papers trying to figure out what else to ask.

“Um… ah… er…. Oh! Is this… um… available to the general public?“ The reporter pony fixed her glasses in a cute way as she actually bonked the guy with the microphone, uttering a silent “Oh, sorry” which elicited a giggle on the most likely fedora-wearing nerd. “Good question!” He said, partly to make the reporter feel better about her overall clumsiness “Actually, yeah, compared to the original Trackhead, which were only for select companies, this one is more available to the general populace. So that means you could buy one yourself, or your camerapony too! As long as you have the means to pay of course… Original Trackheads N3000 are also able to be upgraded to the FLOOF standards if they’d like, because we also value the feelings and opinions of our own creations”

“Okay Mandy, this is Mark Wholesome, the Chief of Technical Development, and I’m Amelia Cast, we’re back with you” The reporter said, now facing towards the camera. As soon as she finished this, the screen was changed to one of a cameraman that was reporting about everyone that came out of the facility with a Trackhead FLOOF. One of these was a rather peculiar wolf pony in the bunch, which the cameraman basically assaulted in some kind of “SIR, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE NEW TRACKHEAD FLOOF ADDON?!”. The shocked wolf pony made a cute dog-like whimper, not liking being on cameras, and was promptly shooed away. Another attempt of the camera-holding pony was with two plane ponies that came out of the store, along with some Mekaquestria workers that hauled a cart with a huge box towards a van with the logo on the side. “GOOD MORNING, WHAT IS YOUR OPINION IN REGARDS TO THE NEW UPGRADE MADE BY MEKAQUESTRIAAAA?”

The lack of indoor voice of the cameraman (To the point it left the Old Spice commercials guy in utter shame) stunned the white plane pony with black mane, as he looked at the camera with a nervous and anxious expression. Soon, the second plone, with a blue coat and white mane, got in the way between the recording device of doom and the white plone, proceeding to answer herself “It’s really good! We’ve bought a cute Trackhead ourselves to snuggle and love and cuddle and have lots of fun with it!”, her cheerfulness was evident as she waited expectantly to arrive home and find the package there and have a buddy to snuggle and have fun with.

All the while these showcases of harassment and a particular lack of social skills from the reporting crew happened on camera, Trackhead, the real, OG Trackhead watching the television, was utterly confused as to what was going on. Of course, how you’d feel if you suddenly knew that you’re outdated and there’s a new model of you existing in the same universe? All of these feelings were appropriately expressed in the most eloquent and poetical way as the robot pony uttered a well-though “Excuse me what the fugg”

A little gift art for a good friend of mine named Bugatti or Trackhead, as you’d like to call him. This is basically his robot pony OC, Trackhead, since he also drew my OC Bashful Interceptor. I made this drawing a silly ‘upgrade’ kind of sorts, making him fluffier and cuter not that he wasn’t already cute overall… please don’t harm me you red robot D:. Although I thought an ‘Addon’ would be better since an ‘Upgrade’ of the original model would kinda be an insult for the original Trackhead Xp

I have to thanks a lot my lawyer, and my agent, who were always with me… okno being silly. I have to thank dearly and very much so my cutie lovely lover GlitchedWolf, that definitely aided me in figuring out the acronym of FLOOF and also helping me with a lot of ideas in regards to this drawing and the subsequent story. Thank you dear, you’re the best <3.

Ah, and you can get your own Trackhead FLOOF for the little price of 300.99$! BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! Order now and you’ll receive an extra fluffy and soft Trackhead, perfect for your cuddling fantasies with a robot pony! And you’ll get access to the personality changer if you’d like a cute shy Trackhead asking to sleep with you or an embarrassed tsundere Trackhead in a maid-outfit! Don’t let this offer fly by!