Sci-Fi Seductions!

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

• Write your tale to the theme "sci-fi seductions" - include alien sex, pleasure technology, synthetic bodies, space station encounters, or whatever your kinky little heart desires!

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) , 2 August 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

Abduction in the night

Beatrice leaned against the barn letting out a tired sigh. Looking over at her favorite horse she smiles "Well Buttercup another day's chores done. Another awkward dinner with a potential suitor." Her parents were desperate to get her married off. "Twenty years old and still not married what is wrong with you." Mocking her sisters voice in a high pitched nasally voice. She had always felt like an outcast in her community. She loved working with the animals, being in the woods, and nature overall. She hated people and the idea of becoming a farmers wife gave her the willies. Looking up at the night sky she felt incredibly small in the vast sky. Her loneliness pours out of her as a single tear starts forming in her eye.

A flash of light across the sky breaks her moment of self pity. It moved in an unnatural way. Jaggedly going back and forth like it was searching for something or someone. The light disappears over the forest. Curious she heads off in search of it. It seemed to be heading towards the lake deep in the forest.

Crawling through the thick underbrush her dress getting torn and ripped. Her long auburn hair getting tangled in the brush. She didn't know why she was so franticly heading towards this light. She just knew something I side her was yearning for it. Her pace frantic she gets caught on a branch. Fearing to lose sight of it she pulls hard. Her dress ripping in two. Rushing on she leaves her dress like she was shedding the skin of her old life. She didn't know how but something inside her told her she was never going back. With a final push she breaks out into the shore of the lake.

Standing there breathing hard in nothing but her underwear. Her bright emerald colored eyes spy the creature. Bathed in an otherworldly light the seven foot tall creature was sniffing the air. His ash colored skin had highlights of a bright red pattern. He looked vaguely humanoid with long talented feet and arms ending in claws. His tail whipping around she could see what looked almost like a plants mouth at it's tip. With it's long tongue snaking out to small the air. Turning towards her she let out a gasp. It's bare head turned towards her. It looked like a face minus the mouth and it's eyes stared deep in her soul. Two black swirling pools of darkness. She felt compelled to walk towards it. Not out of fear or curiosity. Something more primal. She could feel her underwear getting damp with anticipation. Soon they were both standing on the lake shore bathed in this otherworldly light. "Hello." It's deep voice echoed in her mind. Then with a flash they were gone and she was blacking out.

Waking up in a room that did not look of this earth she shivers. Feeling around she feels her bedding. A fabric not unlike silk bedding. Feeling her body she realizes she is naked her underclothes are gone. Looking around the dim room she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Then the door opens and he walks in. "Up already. Sorry teleportation is always rough the first time." His vice echoes in her mind. His black pools of eyes are staring into hers like they are reading her whole life story. "What...do you...want from me." Her voice shaking as she speaks. Not of fear but almost like her deepest desires are starting to creep out. "I am in search of what you might call a mate." The voice responds and for the first time she looks down at his whole body. Gasping she sees two massive spined cocks protruding out of his groin. "And you want me?" She is surprised at her words. She had always resisted her parents push for her to get married but her and now with this alien she was wanting nothing more. She needed to feel him inside her to bear his children. "Yes." The unblinking eyes responded.

In a moment he descended on her his twin cocks rubbing the outside of her damp pussy. Her nipples erect in anticipation of his touch. His tail mouth opens up. Licking her skin as he taste the salty sweaty body. His tail moves up her body leaving a trail of saliva up to her nipples. His clawed hands gripping her buttox gently but firmly. She lets out a long hidden moan. How many nights had she sat at that lake edge. Fingering her pussy waiting for something to break the monotony of her simple life. Her hips grinded against his cocks. Her mouth moaning to his claws digging in to her cheeks. "Fuck me...breed me...claim me." She moaned desperate to feel him in some her.

Without speaking he followed her demands. Pulling back he thrusts both his cocks inside her. One in her pussy and one in her ass. His mouth unlatching from her nipples rises up and gives her a kiss while sucking on her tongue. She whimpers feeling his massive cocks stretching her holes. Hi soft but firm spines rubbing her insides bringing her to the edge of climax. Grinding hard she clutches his back. Digging her nails into his hard exterior. "Fuck..." She moans into his mouth as her hips begin to shake. Her insides clamping down on his shafts her body convulses. Her orgasm is like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her whole body desired nothing more than him. He doesn't let up as the orgasmic wave wracks her body. Thrusting and grunting in her mind. His voice penetrates her mind wrapping it in a blanket. "I'm cumming." His voice moans in her brain as his seed coats her inside white. His cum is thick and surely as it oozes outside of her holes. "Still conscious Beatrice?" His mind asks her as she comes down from another orgasmic wave. "Mmm...Yes my love." She responds. Knowing she will never be able to go back to her life before this. This was her new reality being the mate to this alien. "Good." He responds as his thrusting continues.

Laying in a pool of his cum. She doesn't know how long they fucked but it felt like it lasted forever. The number of orgasms she had. The number of times he filled her womb with cum. she must be pregnant by now. At last he slid out of her satisfied that he was pregnant. Before her eyes he shifted into a human form. Tall, muscular, still well hung. He laid in the bed next to her. His lips moved like they were unused to talking out loud. "Well are you ready to be my mate and be the mother of my children." He had left out so much and she had so many questions but at the same time she new they had time to answer. Rubbing her belly she also knew she was definitely pregnant. Putting his hands over hers she murmurs to him "yes my love and I can't wait to meet little Victor." She doesn't know why but she knows for sure a little boy alien was growing in her as they spoke. As they lay in bed she can feel her body starting to change. To become something new. As she drifted off into sleep her nails grew into claws. As her eyes start to close they briefly shift into inky black pools of darkness.

[NyxAvatar69]

I tried.  I really did.  I procrastinated for numerous days, trying to think of something sci-fi, even as fantasy threatened to infect this idea too.  In the end, I came up with this.  I will admit, I did...maybe rush a bit, since I started on August 29th, then spent 2 days playing stuff for RetroAchievements, and now Discord Wars is probably going to have my attention for a while in August.

Also, I reused the setting from Challenge 10, so more of Axiom Labs being so morally evil it's not even funny.

 

"For an old Axiom facility, this place was way too well guarded.  Makes you wonder what they're trying to hide," a man muttered to himself, kicking the remains of one of the many robots that had come and tried to kill him and his companion.  He turned to face her, a woman with short black hair clad in a light blue bodysuit.  Two gun-like drones floated in the air closely next to her.  Bruno had no clue how she could control them so well, but he had long since come to assume they were just something she could do.

"Dr. Cain was always a very cautious man," the woman simply replied.

"Of course he was.  Those Axiom bigwigs all seem to be like that.  I guess being at the top means always jumping at shadows.  Is the place we're after much further, Sophia?" Bruno replied while the black haired woman walked past him, paying no mind to the piles of scrap littered about the metal floor.

"The terminal containing the data we seek is not much further.  I also do not detect any more security," Sophia said.  Bruno let out a sigh of relief and put a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"That's some good news.  Let's get going quick so we can be rid of this place," Bruno said, giving Sophia a thumbs up and walking on ahead of her.  The pair moved down the halls in silence, only the sound of their footsteps echoing through the old facility.  Many of the lights in the halls refused to turn on, but the old facility's security robots had still been running ever since the building had been abandoned by Axiom Labs.  However, a tip had arrived to the fixer, Bruno, that secret information on Axiom's big Ark Project II remained in the data banks of the facility.  Two days later, him and one of his companions, Sophia, took a couple of hover bikes to the old facility to try securing the data.

Following Sophia's advice, the pair finally reached their destination, a massive room full of monitors and terminals.  In the center of the room was a large, empty stasis tube.  Upon their arrival in the room, Sophia's gaze was drawn to the stasis tube in the center.  She knew it well, as it was the very same one she had spent a number of days inside of in her past, as one of Axiom's experiments.  It had been thanks to Bruno that she had been freed, but not before they had managed to do enough to make her feel less than human.  Her gaze turned to a large, dark red spot on the floor.  It had been the very place where Dr. Cain, the Axiom scientist behind the experiments, had died by her own hands.  She couldn't forget the way he laughed at her in his final moments.  Sophia's body started to shake, but before long, she felt a hand lightly pat her on the head.  When she looked up, Bruno was standing in front of her, giving her a reassuring smile.  Sophia didn't hesitate to move closer to Bruno and wrap her arms around him in a hug.

 

"It's going to take some time to transfer the data.  Whatever this Ark Project II is supposed to be, the security on it's pretty tight.  What the hell are those guys thinking, anyway?  The Ark collapsing is what caused all the problems, anyway.  Do they really want to make that happen again?" Bruno explained.  After taking her time in Bruno's embrace, the pair took a seat near the terminal containing the data they sought.  Due to powerful security, the hacking disc the pair had brought along would require time to get the data they needed.  When Sophia didn't say anything in response, Bruno looked around the room.

"Nothing but bad memories in this place, huh?  When we met, you almost looked like you were ready to end it all," he added.

"It was thanks to your and Ms. Lucia's kindness that I'm still here.  I can't thank either of you enough," Sophia finally said.

Bruno gave a simple shrug.  "It's like I told you back then.  It's a fixer's job to handle things like this.  Axiom snatched you away from your home, treated you like a guinea pig, and messed with your head and body.  Getting one over on them was the least I could do," he said.

"A fixer's job..." Sophia muttered to herself before turning to face Bruno.  "Then, can I make a request of you, as a fixer?" she asked.  She slowly moved in closer to him.  "I will likely never forget the things that happened here.  But at the very least, I would like to have one good memory of this place," she continued, reaching out and putting a hand on Bruno's thigh.  Even though her voice lacked any distinct emotion due to Axiom's mental experiments, Bruno knew what it was she was talking about.

It wasn't long before Sophia's light moans rang out in the room.  The bodysuit she had been wearing had been carelessly discarded on the floor while the woman herself was bent over in front of one of the deactivated terminals.  Even though her body looked to be ordinary flesh, her skin was cold as metal.  Even as he thrust inside of her, Bruno couldn't feel the distinct warmth that came with a normal human body.  To many, they would call Sophia a living weapon made by Axiom Labs, with all aspects of a normal person stripped away.  Bruno saw her the same as anyone else, and was determined to give her what she wanted.  While Sophia was trying to keep her attention on Bruno's cock thrusting into her, the sensors in her head were constantly going, and they had detected an incoming presence.  Reflected in the inactive monitor was the hallway Bruno and Sophia had come from, and Sophia spotted a figure approaching.  One of her drones was quick to fire a shot towards the approaching figure, and a loud thud echoed into the room, as if a large metal object hit the floor.

"Another robot?  I thought we had gotten them all," Bruno said.  When he spotted the approaching machine in the terminal's reflection, he had already pulled out of Sophia's pussy and reached for his weapon.  He took a couple of steps towards the hallway until he felt something grab his hand.  When he turned around, Sophia was staring at him.

"There are no other machines approaching.  But why did you stop?  I had thought it was a fixer's duty to see things through to their end," Sophia said, trying to use Bruno's own personal code against him.

'It's weird when she gets like this.  You'd think Axiom's mental conditioning would shut down acting like this.  Maybe they're not as perfect as they think,' Bruno thought to himself.  He shrugged and turned back towards Sophia.  "Sorry.  I should've known you'd have our backs, but we can't be too careful with Axiom's machines, you know.  Come on, we'll finish up over here," Bruno replied, leading Sophia by the hand to a corner of the room.  He sat down on the floor, his back against the cold metal wall.  Sophia quickly got the hint and put her hands on his shoulders, lowering herself onto his hard cock and letting it enter her again.  Her cold body pressed up against his as she began moving her hips.  Even as she moved up and down, lightly moaning in Bruno's ear, he felt something was different from earlier, despite her clear lack of emotional change.  Between her body pressed up against him and her cold breath on his ear, Bruno felt himself getting close to his limit.

"Sophia, I'm cumming!" Bruno said.  He held Sophia close to him as he filled her pussy with his cum.  Her arms wrapped around him as he did.  Even after Bruno had finished, Sophia refused to move off of him.  She instead laid her head on his shoulder, saying nothing.  Bruno didn't say anything and pulled her into a hug.  He didn't know how long they stood together like that before an automated voice rang out from the active terminal.

"Data transfer has completed," the voice said in a cold, mechanical tone.

 

After taking the time to clean up and destroy the terminal once the pair was sure the data was transferred to the proper place, Bruno and Sophia made their way out of the old facility back outside to where their hover bikes waited.  Before Bruno got onto his bike, he turned towards the old facility again, then back to Sophia, who had been staring at the old building.

"I had spent a great number of days in this facility.  I do not have many good memories of this place," Sophia began.  After a short pause, she turned to face Bruno.  He froze when he saw the expression on her face.  It was faint, but a smile crossed Sophia's usually emotionless face.  "But it is thanks to you and Ms. Lydia that I was freed from this place and can choose my own path."  Bruno couldn't help but smile and walked over to Sophia, putting a hand on her head.

"And whatever you want to do with that path, you know me and the others will be with you until the end," Bruno said.  After a couple of seconds of silence, Bruno moved his hand and turned back towards the hover bikes.

"Speaking of the others, Benny should be done getting all that data together by the time we get back to the village.  We should get going," Bruno added.  Sophia gave a simple nod and turned away from the facility, making her way towards her own bike.  The two rode away from the old facility, never looking back.  Even though Bruno didn't know for sure if the shadows of Sophia's bad memories had been fully dispelled, they had at the very least accomplished what they had originally sought.

'The Ark Project II.  What exactly is it?  What is Axiom Labs up to, bringing back the old Ark Project?' Bruno wondered, but at that moment, he would be left pondering on the end goal of the labs who controlled a majority of a world brought to it's knees following the fall of The Ark.

[WickedCadrach]

//Ok. So two hours ago I threw out my original idea and decided to do this instead. Wheeee... Hopefully this matches at least one other person's weird. //

 

Holographic koi fish broke into digital dust as Grinner shouldered his way past the projector. The chip-doc waved one silver arm across his face to break up some of the neon smoke filling his parlor, a momentary high making his vision choppy with static before the software in his head adjusted.

“Would you not blow that shit right in my face? Thank you very much. Fucking manners with you cretins…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Grinner. Am I not allowed to smoke in your fucking chip-den?”

Joey cackled and took another pull from his pack, crossing one combat-booted foot over his knee and jabbing an elbow into the couch to try and adjust the padding under its duct-tape upholstery.

A high chirp of thin metal squeaked like a robotic cockatoo as a coil, a cobra sculpted out of straight-razors, arced through the air, stopping with the abrupt precision of a surgery-piece in front of Joey’s baby-blue naturals.

The young runner froze, his lips fuzzing a long, buzzing J sound while he stiffened through the first syllable of “Jesus fucking Christ.”

His back to Joey, the gaunt frame of Grinner’s torso was clear through the webbing of his pink fishnet top. Where his stomach should have been, the rest of his upper body was supported only by the stainless-steel column of his artificial spine. Wire-braided dreadlocks fell between loose cables trailing between the chip-doc’s skull and the various cabinets, servers, and drones in the cramped parlor to the point where it was unclear if Grinner was the man rooting through the bins or if this ghoul was just one more drone and Grinner was something else—maybe the chip parlor itself. Now that was a thought, Joey mused, the numbness in his blood turning his spike of fear and adrenaline into amusement as he let out a short, snorting laugh.

The old psychopath wasn’t the first candyman Joey had been to by a long shot, but he was the only one who hadn’t tried to fuck him over yet or sold him some garbage-chip that loaded his headware with so many daemons he needed a fucking exorcism. And that alone should have been enough to put him on his best behavior. But boys who were good at behaving generally didn’t end up runners like him.

“What’s the magic word?” Grinner growled, lifting a chip between chrome fingertips and inspecting it.

“I’m a dick?” Joey flicked his thumb to kill the neon light on his pack, pocketing the piece with a sigh of relief as Grinner’s blades retracted into the small of his back, the extendable razor whip now folded no larger than a fingernail.

“Good enough. Here.” Grinner tossed the chip to Joey, the small copper-plastic rectangle tumbling through the residual smoke a moment as it landed in the runner’s open palm. “Remember that battery-doll you used to date? She made that recording. It’s fresh too. I’ve only got a half-dozen imprints. Figured maybe you were looking to see some of what you’re missing out on.” The chip-doc cackled, a throaty, digitized sound as his native vocal chords ran through his plastic larynx’s off-kilter resonators.

Joey grimaced and tossed the chip back.

“Fuck off with that. Fucking dick.” His lip curled in disgust, but his eyes lingered where the chip landed. Truthfully, Grinner wasn’t that far off the mark. Joey had scored two solid pay-days and if he really wanted, he could have a real girl with that cash, maybe even one he didn’t have to pay by the hour. But that was still money. Cars. Drinks. Shows. And big spending meant going back on a run sooner rather than later.

Joey’s fingers ran through his shaved side-fade up to the dirty blonde cut falling over his boyish features, the other hand feeling the nub of artificial scar tissue in his chest that told him he wasn’t ready… No, it was safer to ride it out with a chip to keep him company.

“Look. I’m just trying to get a little RnR for a couple weeks. You got anything to… you know… keep morale up while I convalesce?”

The black camera-lenses of Grinner’s eyes shuttered in a blink as he chuckled and turned back to the bins behind him.

“Convalesce? Fucking hundred-credit word outta this guy. Better get you the fancy stuff.”

“Grinner, I don’t need—”

“No, no, your excellency. I have some top shelf shit here. What you lookin’ for? I got some new 47s… Acapulco Orange… You want something you can feel for daaays, I got this new strain of Kaleidoscope where you’ll swear you know what the fuckin’ moon tastes like. Or…” With a glance back, Grinner showed where his name came from, as his plastic jaw split to reveal a skeletal chrome jaw and a skull-like smile. “Maybe you and the battery-doll didn’t click because she’s not your type? I got Peter Pans here… Mary Sues… You got some pent up feels there, bud? Want some Bad Touch or some Snuffies?”

Joey’s mouth worked in a tight grimace as he tried not to cuss out his last solid chip-dealer.

“You actually have a recommendation, or do you need a few more minutes to bust my balls?”

For a moment, Grinner froze in a pose eerily similar to a snake about to strike, and Joey felt his arm stiffen along with a sudden awareness of where his pistol lay against his ribs.

“Yeah…” the chip-doc said at last. Dropping the chip in his fingers he lifted a cable and handed it to Joey. “Here. Have a few tastes—on the house. You can pick after… just put that towel under your junk.”

There was a split second of hesitation where Joey weighed the pros and cons of refusing the heavily-cybered chip-doc’s offer. But only a moment. These parlors didn’t last if they turned every insult into a vendetta, and even sitting on his pay-days, Joey was far from the biggest fish Grinner could net if he wanted to turn his little den of depravity into a chop-shop for wayward runners.

Joey accepted the cable, giving the parlor owner a soft nod of thanks as he relaxed and settled against the couch’s grim, lumpy backrest. A small whir of internal micro-servos confirmed the port in Joey’s shaved temple was empty and ready to load, and with a final, quick breath, he pressed the slender metal connector into place with that soft click that seemed to come from nowhere, his ears still confused after all these years on how it could come from inside his own head.

Vertigo and swimming nerves flushed through him as his vision went black, and Joey felt that familiar dying sensation of his spine being ejected through his sphincter while his brain disconnected from his meat body.

For two seconds, he felt the usual terror as he tried to breathe through lungs that were no longer connected to his brain in any meaningful way, having to trust that the chip’s basic LS drivers were keeping his sack of organs alive, or… in the worst case… that his headjack’s monitors were working well enough to dump him if he stopped breathing.

Two… One…

“Oh… Honey, you’ve been working so hard… Let me make it all better…”

Joey blinked. The chip-den was gone. Concrete and chrome was replaced by linoleum and retro wooden furniture. He wasn’t sitting anymore. No, he was standing in what looked to be a kitchen full of bright sun and the clean smell of pine, lemon, and crackling bacon on an old-fashioned gas stove. His battle jacket was swapped for a brown sweater vest, and he had a wooden pipe in his mouth that added the warm smell of burning tobacco into the mix.

At his waist, a woman in a blue dress was sliding to her knees. Perfectly manicured nails pulled at his belt as her blonde, beehive hairdo tilted back and wide blue eyes looked up into his with a breathy eagerness to please.

“For everything you do for us, you deserve a little something just for you…” she purred. And Joey shivered as she reached into his trousers, pulling his cock free with a teasing caress along the base with her thumb. She made a wide O with her mouth, feigned surprise and delight played up with a girlish gasp of “Oh my!”

Still disoriented, Joey barely moved, only shuddering and stiffening in place as her lips pressed to his tip and he felt the warm wet of her tongue in the little triangle where the head split. Distantly, he realized this body he was in was circumcised, the thought feeling laughably detached as his hand instinctively reached around the woman… no, his ‘wife’s’ head, tangling in her tightly kept beehive.

His head lifted as Joey felt the tight pressure of her sucking him in between her lips. But he couldn’t focus on that. Over his head, translucent blue words were hovering in the air, and below them a number was steadily ticking downward.

Wedding Bells – v6.043

… 4… 3… 2… 1…

The room exploded around him as Joey felt his wife’s head atomized around his cock. He screamed, a feeling like falling making his arms flail, though he didn’t ‘exactly’ have arms anymore.

Sizzling bacon and lemon-scented cleaner became sweat and liquor as his scream dissolved under a thrumming bass line.

Joey blinked. He was seated again. This time he was on a soft faux-leather couch in a dark room that pounded with club music. A woman with cyan curls and built like a wet dream strutted forward in glittering heels. Her full, teardrop breasts bounced with the demand of each step as her hips swayed to show the dim light catching on her shining thong as she tugged the knot and allowed it to fall away.

Glittering fingernails swept over her stomach as her hips slowly rotated, showcasing her bare pussy’s little, chubby lips for a full eight seconds before she swept forward. One heel planted on the couch beside Joey, and looking down, he saw this body already had its cock out—not his cock, but one near enough, apart from the upward ‘brontosaurus’ bend in its shaft.

Next, her hand gripped the back of the seat over his shoulder, her chest pressing to his face as he instinctively opened his mouth like an infant and took her nipple between his lips.

“Yeah… You want it, baby?” she teased, lowering herself down until her pussy kissed his eager tip, rocking back and forth in tight, controlled circles while Joey sedately nodded and murmured a ‘yes’ through a mouth that refused to open.

Fingernails pinched his cheeks, forcing his chin up, and Joey gasped as she whispered into his ear, “Beg for it,” accompanying the words with a bite to his earlobe.

Joey would have replied, but he was too distracted by the translucent text overhead.

“Oh, come on!”

Nova – v3.012

…2… 1…

…Arnold - v1.893

Joey’s musclebound arm extended, tangling in her dark curls. Her torn linen dress flapped around his legs as he took her from behind, the wooden table he bent her over shifting forward with every thrust. The smell of gunfire and iron mixed with smoke, and Joey felt the rattle of his rifle on his back as their bodies clapped together to the rhythm of her squeals, a sound riding an uncanny line that was not quite pleasure—a line he did not inspect too closely as the powerful body he was in reveled in the control of holding the girl’s squirming body down.

…Drone - v4.001

Joey didn’t have a body. He could see, but he didn’t understand how. It was like he was a security camera viewing himself from the outside. Only he wasn’t himself… He was only a cock… a meaty dildo being passed around a circle of giggling college girls as they leaned on pillows in a surreal and wobbly representation of a sorority bedroom, skirts and night gowns pulled high as Joey felt his spectral body tense and groan each time the Joey-do was pushed, kissed, and caressed between the loving sisters.

…Gazpacho - v2.224

Chains rattled on an iron bedframe. The damp smell of wet concrete and stale sweat filled his nose… Joey screamed the entire time he held the chainsaw.

…Avocado - v7.988

The beautiful people in black rabbit masks eyed Joey as he lifted the perfectly cooked steak to his lips. The taste of food, actual food—not the synth shit he lived on in the real world—brought a tear to his eyes. He cried, but the woman beneath the table did not seem to mind.

…WindUpToy – v1.000

He was in a bed. There was no preamble to this one, instead Joey could feel immediately that he was inside of her. Her breasts pressed to his chest as her legs coiled around his hips. One chromed knee sent a shiver through Joey’s ribs as he melted against her, collapsing forward in a blind kiss.

Her lips were full and warm, kissing him back as fingers like porcelain rode up his back and held him by his shoulders, pulling him down into her in steady, slow motions—like rolling waves dragging him out to sea.

Joey moaned as he felt the pulse of vibration and the peristalsis coil of her sex working his shaft and tip like little fingers, a pussy as dexterous and playful as a blowjob. It was unique cyber, but not uncommon. Battery-dolls. That’s what they called the chromed-out girls on the corner.

He kept his eyes closed. Pressing into her, his arms shivering as he wrapped her tight under him, Joey didn’t open them again. He didn’t dare. He only kept thrusting, his hips pistoning as his breath grew short, sharp and angry along with the tears squeezing out the corners of those shut eyes.

…2… 1…

Joey gasped and choked, heaving up from the couch as if he’d been stabbed, his erection painful as his jeans strangled him with the violence of his awakening. Across the parlor, Grinner was exchanging one of the dozen cables running from his skull.

“Enjoy your trip? Anything catch your eye?” The lidless black lens shuttered in a wink. “I got full experience on all of those.”

Retching, Joey leaned forward, lowering his head into his hands. With shaking hands, he drew out his pack again, inhaling a fluorescent cloud of neon vapor and smoke.

Grinner clucked and shook his head. “Fucking light-weight.”