This fucking guy was huffing fumes like a god damn truck. A real honest to god mouth breather, he was leaning over the bar perched like a chromed out hyena. Not quite a metalhead, but the guy was chromed to the nines and had more in common with the rear end of a big rig than your typical person. Lucy could barely tear her eyes away from him, not sure what to make of him. He seemed shaky, ready to crack any moment and become another cyberpsycho splattered all over the evening news and he was hinging it all on if he could get the bartender’s attention soon enough to medicate his condition with pretty neon bottles decorating the wall.
“Hey, choomba! What you gawkin’ at?” A familiar voice beckoned. Lucy craned her head in the shade of her booth and saw Becca finally emerging. “Yo!” She shot a peace sign and waltzed over to the booth with her big red and blue gauntlets on display.
“People watching. Just checkin’ the perimeter. You’re late.” Lucy’s eyes weren’t solid on Rebecca and glanced back to the borg. Guy got his booze and was happily drinking it, shivers diminished, medicated for now.
Rebecca grinned like a proud dog. “Duh! We were doing a job and it ran long! David had to snap some corpos into pretzels before we delta’d. Was pretty fuckin’ funny, you’dve loved it.”
Lucy was unphased. It was leading to an argument she had with herself and David too many times to justify any emotion. “Sounds good. Anyways, why this bar? Chromeheads all over this place.”
Becca sighed and collapsed into her seat, arms extended out like the excess weight they were. “Duh, I wanted to go somewhere the bouncers don’t cram my shit in a weapon locker next to everyone else’s shit. ‘Sides, I’m hoping to scope out something for the team,” Rebecca leaned in close, her chin inches from Lucy’s shoulder like a bird coming to perch. “Heard there was this ripper doc, guy makes some top notch stuff but he’s real hush hush about it. But but, I ripped a guy’s nuts off and he told me the info I wanted to know.”
After you have been friends with Rebecca for aprox a year or so, you do not need clarification if she actually removed someone’s testicles unironically. She is not above delta’ing genitals.
But still, this had Lucy’s attention beyond the typical mutilation stuff. “A ripper doc, so you want upgrades?”
Rebecca ran her red finger over the table with a little flustered grin on her face. “Well, a few. You may not have noticed but I like turnin’ heads. Well, heard this guy makes some stuff that’ll really get people lookin’ at you. I just need to look. Obviously if he’s selling total weirdo shit straight outta a junkie’s BD then yeah, hard pass. But! If he makes something that makes it more fun to, y’know? Then hell yeah, stick it in or whatever, s’long as it doesn’t take batteries. Last thing I wanna do is recharge my pussy when I go to bed.”
Despite herself Lucy did manage a smirk. Becca was a total goblin and had a way of just keeping everyone smiling. Lucy respected that even if they never really talked much. Still, a nerve was struck. Lucy decided to play it cool for a sec. She’d address it right away; “So to clarify, if this a job or relaxation. You said you want to get a drink and chat about things.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, and I was also kinda hoping you’d be willing to ping this guy. I got a device that used to be his. Maybe you can use the—” Lucy stood up and began to walk away. “Hey hey hey! Where are you going? Aw c’mon! It’s just a quick favor.”
Lucy glanced back. “Out of the question. I’m not going to be tricked like that,” She at least gave a quick grin back at Becca. “I’ll wait outside. Let me know when you’re done.”
The bar door closed behind her. She leaned back against the rusted metal wall and lit a cigarette. Becca growled from her seat muttering and grumbling to herself like a caged pet. “FINE! I can do this myself. Never needed any help with this anyways. Might as well get comfy!” She kicked herself back up on to her feet and marched to the bar. She slammed her fist on the table until the bartender was made aware of the violence gremlin at her post. “Hey! 2 of whatever! I’m plannin’ on a long night!”
Glasses stacked on her table one after another. Eventually there was a small town of shot glasses. Becca grumbled against the table as she tried to stare right through it. “Stupid David, fuckin’ Lucy… Kiwi… aaugh… Why do I strike out with everyone I try to hang out with? Fuck fuck, even Falco hardly hangs with me. God damn it god DAMN IT.” Becca smacks her table till she leaves a dent because it feels good. Fuck this table.
“You seem upset.”
Huh? Becca raises her head, bangs swooping loose from her comb job, forehead reddened from its table perch. A woman stood before Becca, all alabaster and gold highlighted. Mysterious as could be with those amber eyes. Becca grumbles and looks the other way. “Yeah? What’s it to ya, choom?”
“Strangely enough, my exact criteria of company is drunk, miserable women.” She sits down next to Rebecca. Her presence was instantly intoxicating. Like, not like a romance movie where everything about her is perfect and chummy and everything is going to work out. No, everything was too perfect. Precise movements, affectionate and elegant posturing and movement. Everything wasn’t going to be okay, but it was going to turn out perfect for her.
“Are you like a corpo or somethin’?” Becca barked with low eyes.
“No, not really. I’m something different. Hard to pin it down really. BD scroller, netrunner, ripper doc?” Her eyes narrowed at the last mention, a grin like a trapper squeezing shut the knot. “I pinged one of my devices on you. Pretty sure I gave that to a client.”
Becca grumbled. “I tore it off,” She rolled her eyes. “Should really work on how you glue these things on.”
“I forgot to account for solos running around tearing dicks off joytoys for fun, my mistake. Though, I did overhear you saying you were interested in some of my handywork…” Her eyes gently glowed as she spoke, every diction too perfect, utter addiction. Rebecca felt her neck lift in growing interest. “What do you say?~”
…
Apparently, she already had shop set up in the back of the bar or at least didn’t need a lot of space. Rebecca took a seat, her breathing already heavy. Her thoughts were racing as everything about this was exciting her too much. Caution made her shaky. She checked her comms over and over to make sure her connection was tight and she prepped a deadrop message in case anything happened to her. If she passed out it’d instantly send an SOS to Lucy who HOPEFULLY was still actually outside brooding or whatever.
“I never heard what to call you, choomba.”
“Empress,” The woman said with a simple smile, a sleek corporate line. She ran a finger down Becca’s body. Static. Blazing white nothing static soothed Becca’s brain like a brain potato on their favorite BD. “You will have to undress for this part.”
Becca was buzzed and horny so these were already enticing circumstances, but… Something about how honeyed those words were just made her feel like a god damn sucker. Like she was already going to do it so it was overkill how much work this damn lady put in to being seductive. Still… She unzipped her shorts and unclipped her bra. Empress grabbed the hem of her shorts and tugged them down over her surprisingly wide hips and on to the floor. The bra fell aside, revealing her hardened buds below and the reluctant look on her face.
“Coat’s stayin’ on, this chair’s freezing.”
“That’s fine, it looks cute~” Empress planted her fingers on Becca’s thighs, pushing her fingers into the corners where they met her pale loins. She pushes in and plumps out the center. Becca huffs, tolerating this moment like a cat having their beans thumbed. “Alright, let’s go ahead and get this started~”
Empress stood up, giving Becca a second. She was flashing perimeters nude, only her back and shoulders down to her wrists were warm in this backroom. Half of her want to delta and the other half was too damn excited by the circumstances. Unfortunately, alcohol usually makes rationale round down so her ass stayed glued to that chair in time for this weird pale woman to return with a metal box almost as big as Becca. It looked like she hauled in a tank buster rifle in that case, had an industrial handle and everything. She laid it on the table nearby and unclasped the case.
Way she was facing, Becca couldn’t see over the woman’s shoulders but she was fiddling with something. Whatever was behind her was some major chrome for sure. She had no idea what the hell it might have been but it required some major work to prepare.
“Hey, maybe we should rain check this, I just remembered that—” A wire shot out from the case right past her loins and latched against her lower lips. And then it just slipped inside. Becca raised her right leg to stand before a second wire ZAPPED across the room and repeated the sudden strike! Two of these thick blue cables were now latched inside her. “HEY!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”
“Relax, relax,” Empress reassured her patient. She stepped away and revealed what the wires lead to.
Rebecca watched as something surge down the cable attached to her all the way down to it. And it was a foot and a half long veiny chromed out blue horse wiener and two fist sized sagging fat nuts. Becca could feel it. Like, the cold air on it was surging through her spine like a Christian broadcast interfering with your goblin music. It pulsed. She felt the pulse. Her spine processed it. Her brain surged. The alcohol in her blood did no fucking favors at all.
With her jaw so deeply imbedded in the floor she almost couldn’t make words, but she wrenched her way out. “What the FUCK is this exotic?! Are you fuckin’ kidding me is that a god damn horse cock?!”
“Not bad, right?” Empress smiled. “Prototype. Last few chromeheads I stuck this on ended up more jizz than man or kept tearing it off in their sleep. You’ve already noticed that defect, hence my more intrusive adhesion,” She plucked one of Rebecca’s cock ethernet cables like a sickening harp string. [We were requested not to describe what it felt like.] “Curious to see how it works on you, however.”
“Yeah, NO. Ain’t no chrome jock that dense to go full horseborg. I’m no gonk, so you’re gonna get this thing off me before I make you!” She flashes her gauntlets, clearly still really fucking drunk, but Becca’s killed more on worse.
Empress, however, wasn’t pleased with that petition. “Aw, come now. You haven’t even felt it~” She patiently walked to the other side of the case, smiling down at the head of the cock as a proud creator would.
“I don’t NEED to feel what the horses feel when make gelatin or whatever the hell from their dicks. So you better fucking get this off or else—” Becca’s eyes rolled back like billiards on a cruise ship and her jaw dropped like a guillotine. Empress stroked that cock with both hands and the most gratifying, better-than-life surge of pleasure seized Becca in a sudden overwhelming surge.
“… Holy fucking shit…” Rebecca gasped as the roller coaster docked at the station. “What… what was that?”
“Oh, that was enough pleasure to make a few horses very happy. How about you? Did it make you happy?”
“N-no…” Becca darted her eyes to the right. “Ain’t no horse, choomba.”
“Are you sure?” Empress tugged it again. Becca’s eyes flashed. Another stroke, slow and tender. She ran up and down against the smooth silicone surface. Her knuckles squeezed tight, her perfect fingers seemed to vibrate against the surface. Her nails were cool and exciting whenever they scratched up against something. The veins surged and the head sprouted two stimulating thorns. “How’s it feel now, horsey?~”
Becca could barely speak.
“One neigh for good~”
“N-neigh…” She couldn’t keep it back. Empress smiled. She lifted the cock and slowly approached Rebecca with it. The closer it got the more the wires stiffened up like reeling in a fish. Another set of cables shot out from the artificial cock and latched inside of Rebecca. Empress lifted it carefully and pushed the cock against Becca’s loins. It latched on tight and instantly formed a skin tight seal, blurring the toned line between Becca and the fucking huge exotic plunged into her.
Empress leaned in, kissed the tip of the cock, and steadily jerked her off. “Now, just relax. You’re going to reboot real quick, your tech will be down for hardly a moment. After that, it’ll be back up and the device will be functioning at full power. You’ll be overwhelmed, but don’t worry. I’ll leave you alone with it to get a handle on it in the meantime, alright? I’ll be back in a few and we’ll talk terms.”
“Nova…” Becca gasped. Empress stood up and gently walked out the door behind her. Becca took slow steady breaths, her gauntlets hovering over it. She didn’t know if she should resist or just start going to town. It was weirding her out so bad but exciting her all the same. Her HUD flashed with the reboot heads up. She followed the numbers as they came.
Reboot in: 3
2
1
…
Lucy’s HUD flashed with a message. It was from Rebecca and it seemed to be pre-programmed. “Choomba, if you’re seeing seeing this I’m down. Pick me up, might be emergency.”
Lucy groaned. It’d be a god damn hour and then she gets this out of nowhere. Bad enough she was this girl’s designated driver but now this. “Ugh,” She shot a quick message to David she’d be home late and walked back inside the bar.
Clouds of exhaust from shitty mods exhumed from the floor like the death breaths of some chromed goliath in the foundation. Same people as before were crowded inside and no one else got in without Lucy taking inventory on them. She poked at every single person’s record, scanning for anything that’d stand out or anyone who’d have it out for Becca or David in this part of town. David’s reputation was starting to really reach and for every super fan he made there was some chromed out asshole ready to take him out. Lucy walked diligently between the drunken bulldozers and gun doting gonks.
Becca’s table was abandoned save for the huge dent now occupying the space next to her shot glasses and an angry bartender wondering where the fuck her eddies were. No, wasn’t a good sign. Lucy scanned the bar wondering where the hell she got to and if she got nabbed. She tried to send a message. “Becca? Where where are you?”
No response. Lucy darted around the bar, scanning every asshole she could. Was there a back to this place? She hacked into the bartender’s terminal and nabbed blueprints for the building. There was a back room left over from when this place used to be a garage. Lucy would check there. She darted over to the door for it and unlocked it. She noted that the password for it wasn’t encrypted like the other gear in the bar. Someone else set up their own port, hash, everything for this security.
Becca’s message flashed in front of Lucy’s eyes. “FALSE ALARM FALSE ALARM FALSE ALARM GO GO BACK OUTSIDE I’M FINE.”
But Lucy was already drawing her fucking gun and hacking into a secret door so… She shot a message back. “Why exactly should I do that?” The door opened and Lucy drew her gun and ran inside ready to blast someone.
Well…
Becca stopped mid-fap to grimace as Lucy barged in. Becca was drooling out the corner of her mouth, tits out and fatter than usual, fapping a foot and a half long equine exotic exuding from her loins with the masculine subtlety of a middle aged corpo speeding in a Rayfield Caliburn. Now, Lucy was a touch aloof and maybe a little socially awkward, but given the circumstances not even the most social of butterflies would be equipped to handle this situation. Even the NCPD couldn’t send a cyberpsycho social worker delicate enough to really string together the sense of this situation.
“Are you…?” Lucy was flabbergasted. Even more so once a red line began filling in front of her screen. It read PHEROMONE TAKEOVER. The bar filled.
Lucy’s knees bashed into the metal floor below. Her loins lit and became incredibly uncomfortable in her leotard getup. Her eyes froze on that horse cock and glowed a terrible and bright pink. She lunged forward. Her breath was heavy and steamy. Nails scrawled across the tile and tugged her forward towards Becca’s presented monster. Her rear raised as she crawled forward.
“Um… Lucy?” Becca shook. “Great joytoy impression but c’mon, you don’t gotta make funna me, choomba. Just turn ‘round and I’ll get this thing off me and we’ll—”
“It stays on.” Lucy ordered. Becca gulped. Pastel hair was between Rebecca’s legs, more familiar than they had ever been before. She pursed her lips and kissed the saggy, taut spot between the demolishing tower and the wrecking balls. Between these titans, Lucy pushed her face until her nose was flat against that cock and her chin was teasing the globes below. She lowered her face down, driving her nose along that sensitive addon until she was nuzzled up between those balls. “Bigger than David~” She teased.
“H-hey don’t just say that shit!” Becca barked. “C’mon, he’s your everything and shit!”
“I know you had eyes for him,” Lucy said. Becca froze up. Pastel hair raised her hands up towards the tower and squeezed at the midway point. Purchased so close and tight, her hands gently lowered towards the base. Veins beneath flustered with a sudden flow of pleasure. Pulsations rumbled her cock like an engine purring to life. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine with this.” Her eyes flashed. “I know that for a fact. Now hold still~ If I don’t get this thing in me this whole trip will be a waste.”
“Holy shit. I didn’t know you were such a freak, Lucy?!” Becca said.
“Call me that again~” Lucy purred. “Say it. That I’m a freak. A pervert. A joytoy for this monolith. C’mon, you can talk truthful with me~ Ever wanted me like this? Always thought you swung straight so didn’t know if flirtin’ was ever even available.”
There was no way Becca could’ve anticipated how things were going to go. Gulped loud enough to rattle the windows. “Um, yeah, thought I was straight as they come till I test drove a few choombas out back by some vending machines. Girls just know girls better. After that I figured I could float between teams based on my mood, usually leaned towards guys moreso. But I never really thought I’d get my turn to bat…”
“Guess I’m catching then~” Lucy murmured. “What exactly is this anyways? No way you were hiding this thing even if you zipped your damn coat up.”
“Dunno. Something that ripper doc I was looking for cooked up. I mean, she plugged it into my snatch like a fucking aux cable so at least there wasn’t any scalpels.”
“Plug and play, nova.” Lucy lifted her head and ran her tongue around the crown. Becca’s face instantly plummeted straight into brainless pleasure. Her tongue swirled like she was stirring cookie dough. Back and forth, bumping up against both of those little horns at the top and then slicing across the slit for a quick treat. “Fluid even. Hopefully you don’t have to refill it.”
“Y-yeah…” No thoughts, head empty. “What about you then… were you always straight or…?”
“Hmm?” Lucy looked away from the cock to make eye contact with Becca. “Let’s not put a label on the circumstances tonight. I don’t think what I’m about to do is something I want stapled on to my identity or orientation.”
“Y’know, that’s fair,” Becca laughed, stifled by Lucy renewing her efforts to absolutely suck that cock clean. She rammed her head down, throating the majority of the shaft then, eyes gently glowing pink, pulsing like brake lights. Up and down, she filled the room with her slurps and the sound of skin on skin.
Her eyes never stopped staring up Becca, dissecting every reaction. Becca almost felt guilty for how mushy and blended her reactions were. It was all just the same eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Becca couldn’t tear her eyes away, though, whenever Lucy’s throat was especially bulged by that behemoth. Becca could’ve sworn anything that size would make someone gag, but apparently Lucy was a freak so a ripperdoc probably just removed her gag reflex or whatever the hell. Logic was worthless in these moments.
Becca raised her hands and reached for Lucy. Hesitant, the Netrunner almost didn’t let those hands down. Her eyes snapped brighter pink and her shoulders relaxed. The hands sunk down and she leaned into them. Becca pet her. Her hair was so soft and sheened like stars in the low light. It was especially good to tug on and PULL Lucy down harder.
“Suck it down perv~!” She ordered. “If we’re doin’ this, then I’m calling the shots. E-every inch you fuckin’ slut. I want this thing fresh and drained~” Lucy obeyed like magic. That was all the right words.
And all the right actions followed, bringing Becca to a booming blow. Her cumtanks emptied inside of Lucy’s throat, depositing thick nutslop loads down her throat, the excess draining out. Lucy broke away from the cock head, the excess seeping across her clothes and staining her suit. Lucy giggled, dragged her finger across some of the seed and pushed it into Becca’s mouth, meeting her in a kiss.
Their tongues danced together, both equally lost in the surreal lust they brewed. Becca broke the kiss. “… I’m sorry but did I cum fuckin’ ice cream or somethin’? That shit is so sweet.”
“On some BD sets… they use a creamy, sugary mixture. David said there are a few for big weirdos really into girls swallowing where they have to eat whole bowls. Nothin’ more Night City of solution than to make a fake semen replacement that tastes like dessert with no threat of pregnancy. Sugary, fake, lifeless.”
“Wax poetic over my horse nut later… We gotta delta.”
“What’s the rush?” Lucy asked.
“Huh?” Becca raised a brow and crunched her nose. “You just deep throated this thing and you don’t wanna get out and get fixed?”
“Oh no, not at all. Not that I know there’s no risk…” Lucy raised up to her feet. She ripped open the front of her suit, dropped her jacket, and stepped out of her attire. Naked as could be, she leaped into Becca’s lap, sitting as the sandwich meat between the bustier Becca and the equine extra. “I can have my fun~”
“Really?” Becca’s concern turned to a bemused grin. “I never figured you for a size queen—”
“Have you seen David?” Lucy replied.
Becca went silent.
“He’s huge.”
“… built like a fucking fridge…” Rebecca nodded her head.
“Jacked.”
Both women nodded.
Rebecca laughed. “Alright, alright, no more holdin’ back. I’m used to this thing now and used to you being horny for it. So let’s skip the foreplay and get right to breedin’ this mare,” She squeezed Lucy’s hips and lifted her up. She pushed Lucy’s ass back against the horse cock. Lucy grinded her cute rear right back against it. Rebecca wasn’t reacting as cheaply anymore, finally fully put together.
She pushed Lucy forward and flipped her on to her belly against the table. She flaunted her ass high. Rebecca was already there on top of her and pushed her cock right in. Everything became thunder and lightning. Just stacks of pleasure and terrible quakes filling the room. They could barely think.
“Yes yes YES~! Ugh, I wanna keep this thing! This shit’s nova! And holy fuck… I never knew TIGHT could feel so good~ Yess~” Becca was singing happy. Lucy was past words finally, happily taking that fat thing at full Rebecca aggression. She couldn’t stop now, her gauntlets squeezed so tight into the metal table that she was bending it into the shape of her palm.
The table buckled and threatened to break. But it wouldn’t. Lucy rode away, managing it without any trouble. Then, the table SNAPPED. Becca started to fall forward. Lucy pushed her palms into the table and launched Becca backward on to the ground. Lucy kept riding the second they hit the ground, her stomach bulging from that fat monster before finally, fucking finally—
BURST~! Lucy moaned happily, reeling in her orgasm and panted, sweat dripping from her forehead.
“F-fuck… I’m sorry Lucy but HOT DAMN. I need to keep this thing so bad…”
Empress appeared from the shadows, eyes glinting and gold. “Of course. I need more data if you don’t mind.”
“FUCK, LADY!” Becca eeped. “How long were you in that corner, and do you do that often?!” Rebecca groaned, not even bothering to cover up because… why would she. Lucy raised a dainty hand to cover herself.
“Fairly impressed. Seemed the couple maker function worked perfectly. First lady you meant hopped you,” Empress grinned. “Sorry about that, but I have a number you can call to collect a few eddies for your trouble miss.”
“Not needed,” Lucy beamed, literally still on that cock and staring ahead at this corpo bitch. “It worked… for about five seconds. My security detected a change in parameters and a few protocols escalated in my skeleton net. Turned it all off before I even got a taste. Your stuff will fry any cheap chipset on the streets, but anyone with the eddies enough to afford even a few steps above the bottom won’t be affected long enough to really be that remarkable.” Lucy waved her fingers. “Honestly, I was hoping for more. Sex had gotten a bit boring for me, so the thought of having to counter hack while riding was actually a bit thrilling.”
Empress clearly wasn’t too pleased with this. “Hmmph. Fair enough. You’re not too bad yourself. Well, for now, you can keep it. Run system scans, no viruses or daemons or anything. And your friend here should be able to figure out how the mechanism works. You’ll want to take it off soon as you get home. Case is yours for your convenience.” She smirks. “Pleasure working with you both.” She quietly walked along, pleased with herself for the moment.
Alone again, Lucy climbed off and began the work of cleaning up and getting suited back up. Rebecca bridged the topic. “Um… sorry about that either way. Are you and David gonna be okay? I do not wanna be a home wrecker!”
“Huh? Oh, I messaged him the second I saw you. He said I was good to do whatever I want.”
“… What.” Rebecca blinked.
“Yeah.” Lucy shrugged. “Me and David’s thing is a lot deeper than what any hook up could ever touch. ‘Sides, he wanted me to record the whole thing for later, asked me to be really into it.”
“… What?!” Rebecca stood up. “Did… did… DID YOU?! DID YOU SEND HIM… THAT?!”
“… He said you’re pretty hot. Well, c’mon, car’s leaving, you’re drunk, choom. Last chance to get a ride home or you can ride your broomstick home instead.” She gently kicked the horse cock. The cock slowly shriveled up and retreated like a telescope.
“… Okay…” Rebecca grabbed her clothes, shoved it on, and zipped her coat up the whole way. She leaned in against Lucy and grumbled. “Did you at least actually have fun?”
“Oh, totally. We’re using that thing again as soon as we get home.”
This happened in the same universe as Johnny Silverhand, you’re welcome.