A Captivating Fan

 

Artwork - Ema (Emaura)

This story is a sequel to A Dominating Cosplay

Caspian Inc. the ever present symbol of oppression that loomed over the lives of all in Silicon Shores. In the high tech future, all who did not bend to the whims of the tech barons were left to fester within the dredges of this mega city. Even still, working for such corrupt forces hardly guaranteed one a better life. For most, it was either living in squalor or eking by. Rachael, was one of those eking by, living paycheck to paycheck, hating that she worked for the very corporation which oppressed her. But what else was she to do? It wasn’t like she had the power to change anything, not even a profession she could feel proud of.

The depressed woman certainly dreamed of greener pastures, thinking she could find solace perhaps in creative or performative fields of work. Seeing the many eye-catching neon signs and billboards advertising performers made her long for such a liberating lifestyle. She wasn’t naive though, and assumed it wasn’t a life removed from the turmoil of the everyday in this society, but she couldn’t help but feel it was a more fulfilling one than the life she currently lived. The problem was, she didn’t match up at all with the glamor and allure of these individuals plastered all over the city, nor did she have the funds to even think about body modification—a common practice in this world for those with the money able to spend. And she certainly wasn’t going to risk some back-alley procedure. She was truly and utterly stuck.

So Rachael carried on with her unsatisfying life in an unsatisfying future. Her work day today had ended like every other, her feeling burned out and disgusted at the systemic mechanisms she was propping up. Her only reprieve, her frequent visits to The Panther’s Cage, a sex dungeon where she was able to unwind and feel a sort of healthy punishment for her actions.

It was within the red-lit, stylish steel walls of that dungeon that she formed a connection with the owner Andrea, a peculiar, promiscuous individual who provided not only physical reprieve but emotional as well, always listening to Rachael’s rants and sentimental tangents. Just last week, she had dumped a whole basket of frustrations onto Andrea, complaining about her aspirations towards being a model, but feeling she lacked both the looks and confidence for it. Andrea seemed very considerate to her worries, claiming she’d find a fix for her. Rachael appreciated the thought, but wasn’t expecting much. It was good enough for her to know someone cared.

“Thanks again Andrea. I really needed that.” Rachael said, carrying her bruised but satisfied body out of Andrea’s chamber.

“My pleasure dear.” Andrea replied, friskily sashaying her hips up to the front counter. “I must say, you take a beating far better than most~.”

“And you listen better than most, heh. You’re one of the few comforts I have in my week to week.”

Andrea gave a frustrated look, hating how much one of her favorite clients seemed to hate herself. She could sense so much potential in this woman. Which was why she hoped that…

“How is… the modeling dream? Still chasing it?”

“Oh hell no.” Rachael quickly shot down, nervously laughing. “As I said before, I’m not cut out for that, nor can I afford to work towards it.”

Andrea looked up and down Andrea, hopelessly comparing her scraggly body to what she deemed the goddess before her. The raven black-haired mistress of this dungeon was a tall drink of water in every sense, her red, latex tech-catsuit barely holding in her shapely figure, the top always unzipped to show off ample cleavage. Rachael once asked her if it was uncomfortable wearing such a seemingly suffocating outfit, but Andrea assured her the suit had cooling features. Apparently she wore it even outside of work, saying that the opposable tail was too useful a feature to leave at work.

“I’m surprised you never became a model.” Rachael commented.

Andrea gave a sly smirk.

“Well, my ambitions and… satisfaction lay in helping people like you my dear.” she said, her mechanical tail which she controlled with her mind wriggling up towards a nearby shelf behind her without her having to even look. It grabbed hold of a pretty, ornate fan and brought it to its owner’s hands.

“Perhaps this may help. I was told by a friend whom I received it from that it should be capable of pulling the confidence out of an individual. I’m sure there is plenty it can pull out of you~.”

Rachael was a bit confused, but kindly accepted the gift, treating it in the moment as more of a symbolic gesture from a good friend. Upon grabbing the fan, she felt an immediate warmth fill her fingertips. She brushed the red stem of the fan, feeling already an intimate connection with it. Opening it, she quickly admired its quality, firm yet thin, with a couple pink Sakura petal designs printed on the surface. She certainly could make use of it, her body feeling incredibly hot out of nowhere.

“Wew, Andrea did you… t-turn up the heat in here?” Rachael asked, her body breaking into a sweat, her white top rapidly growing soaked.

“Not at all darling. The only heat here is the ones exchanged.”

Rachael began to fan herself, desperately trying to cool off, but to no avail. As she did, the large red tassel dangling off the fan brushed at her small breasts, sending a shiver through them, her nipples perking up.

“My my. Are you sure you don’t need another session?” Andrea cooed. “You seem rather pent up tonight.”

“No I… I don’t know what’s come over me. I just feel so… s-so hAAHH!”

Rachael let out a loud moan that even caught Andrea by surprise. The fan dropped from her grip and into the collar of her shirt as she wrapped her arms around her upper body, a smoldering heat pooling in her chest. The strange part was, despite the excruciating heat, she felt no pain. No, the overwhelming feeling subduing her in the moment was pleasure, an unfettered, unyielding pleasure.

Andrea, while confused, looked on with calm intrigue.

“Hm, must be some pleasure tech built into that fan? You holding up okay darling?”

“N-No, NOOOH! I can’t take iiit!” Rachael cried out, her mind struggling to fixate on her surroundings as spark after spark of heated bliss shot through her. Each crack that hit her body seemed to fire from the stem of the fan, through her frame, and out her now-leaking teats. The concentration of heat was worst in her breasts, their mass rumbling like thick gelatin beneath her arms.

Rachael stumbled back a few steps, feeling a pressure building within each supple breast.

“Something’s coming! SomeTHIINGH! GOOOOH! I’m gonna CUUUH! AAAAHN!”

It happened suddenly and violently, Rachael’s chest kicking with the power of an explosion beneath her grip, pushing away her arms. With each burst came a ripple of fat layering onto them, her breasts rising like loaves of bread beneath her shirt. They expanded in both width and their shape, rounding beautifully into a perky pair that put her nearly flat former chest to shame. As they grew, so did her nipples, turning into larger saucers, each one shivering in delight as they dragged against the texture of her shirt that was becoming tighter by the moment.

Andrea looked on in awe, seeing the pounds being packed onto her friend’s chest. This was no ordinary reaction, that was for certain. She seemed a bit more curious about why this was happening, than how to stop it. Not that she felt it needed to be stopped. She was all about liberating people when the opportunity presented itself, and given Rachael’s reaction, hands in her shorts fingering away, she surmised she was feeling mighty liberated right now.

“Well, I’d say you’re already seeing improvements dear~.” Andrea joked, pulling a hand over her mouth in a devilish manner.

“What do you mean? HYUUH!?”

Rachael, in the midst of her pleasuring herself, for the first time stared down at her body, and was met by the sight of her shirt tenting upon two large orbs. That was her chest! Impressive to say the least, but none of this made any sense. By the looks of it, they were growing even still, sending even more excruciating waves of pleasure throughout her. She tried to resist, but also didn’t really want to. She’d always wanted larger breasts, and if whatever was happening to her was a means towards getting them well…

“HYOOOOH! FUCKING HELL~!” Rachael shouted sensually, her shorts becoming stained with her sex. Her breasts gave several final kicks, eating at whatever extra space they could find within the woman’s shirt, the cloth clinging unnaturally tight to their shape.

The fan pumping all this magical passion into her body was strained tightly against her cleavage under the shirt, which the texture of was beginning to harden. This only made the constraints against her shapely tits, and especially her erect nipples, all the more excruciating. Was this how Andrea felt in her outfit?

Her mind wandered to the thoughts of Andrea in her latex suit, the confidence she exuded, the intimidating sexual appeal she wielded. She couldn’t help but want for that herself, and as if feeding off her desires, her shirt began to change. The white top became stained with a glossy black reflecting the neon lights of the room. The crinkle of leather could be heard as it reshaped itself, a magenta cutout texture within the top forming on the lower sides, under the arms of what was beginning to look more and more like a sleeveless jacket. The collar of her shirt turned into a black, popped open collar, the parts of the shirt below it opening up like a unzipped jacket, a zipper forming as it created its motion downwards.

Rachael’s eyes fluttered, the feeling of the latex against her flesh more satisfying than she had expected. She was quickly becoming an addict to its touch. Her breasts were as well, stirring with need as they settled into place within the newly formed jacket, cleavage spilling out from the middle where it was open, unzipped to just below each breast. The opening allowed for the fan buried within to tumble out and over the two mountains. While leaning back within the throes of another orgasm at that exact moment, it allowed for the fan to fall neatly into her shorts that were held open by her playful hands.

Needless to say, the powerful pleasure the fan wielded was now ready to attack Rachael’s most sensitive spot.

“W-Wait, waaHAAAH!? No, Noooh! OOOOOH~! IT F-FEELS SOOO GOOOOOD!!” Rachael yelled in bliss, head arching back as her body was lit a blaze by the touch of the fan’s rim against her nethers, joining in with her hands working within the folds.

Looking on in awe, Andrea simply said, “I gotta get me one of those fans.”

Rachael was now a slave to her own body, caught in a series of rolling orgasms that she felt compelled to further fuel. It was a carnal need that both frightened and excited her, her hands unrelenting in their assistance towards her fate—fetishistic daydreams forcing themselves into reality. The shifting state of her top continued to bend to her needs, more latex trickling down her sensual arms, fitting snuggle around her upper arms, before opening into giant circular sleeves mimicking more elegant attire. Brims of white created accents around the sleeves and elsewhere on the jacket, and sakura flowers to match the ones on the fan appeared along the backside of the attire, as well as on one of the sleeves. The outfit then finished by hiking up Rachael’s torso, exposing most of her midriff.

It was clothing that felt suitable for a model for which she always dreamed of being, a leather crop top biker jacket with some pretty flourishes. It conveyed confidence and power as well as elegance, things she always aspired to be, and had hoped to wield. But the fan wasn’t finished, nor was Rachael herself, her hands cranking up their efforts down below as she felt the heat starting to attack her exposed tummy. The sensations of her fingers buried inside her only field the heat, taking on a different sensation as leather biker gloves formed upon her lengthening, smoothing digits. Everything was throbbing around her navel, muscle wincing towards that point, tightening in anticipation for something still to come.

“Ohohoh SHIT! SHIIIT! A BIG ONE’S C-COMING! AAAH! It’s s-sssoOOOOH BIG! FUUUUUCK~!!”

Andrea bit her lip, her own body feeling worked up by the show she was being given. She had no idea how this was happening, but for her it felt right. It reminded her of the many women she had set free herself, unlocking their masochistic or sadistic desires. That sweet moment where they teetered on the edge of temptation. She couldn’t wait to see Rachael give in.

“Well, I think you best let it out. You look absolutely distraught with need, ahaha. Like a starving animal biting its own tail.”

Andrea’s cat tail began to rub at her pussy.

“Best listen to your body dear~.”

Rachael took the words of advice and let it wash over her.

“FUHUHUUUUK!! OOOOOOH YEEESSSSS~!!!”

Rachael’s jeans were absolutely soaked, copious amounts of fluids pouring out her pussy as it felt as if it was being pounded by the heat. There was nothing within it but her fingers, yet she felt so full, full of a burgeoning power that was penetrating her up into her belly. With each thrust by it, she felt her core tighten and wince. What started at the point of contact quickly spread out, Rachael’s sides dipping more as mass seemed to be siphoned and shoved into her abdominals, helping build firm feminine abs slowly rising up to the surface there. The rush of power didn’t stop there, her arms feeling the throbbing of muscle as some light tonnage built upon their once lanky physique.

“Now that’s more like it.” the voyeuristic Andrea said, her eyes admiring the squirming woman before her, delicious muscle brandishing her core.

Curiously, the dominatrix’s mind felt a bit hazy, as if this were maybe something other than pure attraction gluing her to the action, the rubbing of her tail between her legs quickening its pace. That didn’t make sense to her though. She’d never experienced this kind of reaction towards Rachael before, usually arousal coming most from the rush of providing a good beating onto her as one of her clients. This was different however. The very sight of Rachael… was starting to turn her on.

Suddenly, a loud crack that sounded like breaking bones shook Andrea awake, and she watched Rachael plant face first onto her front counter, breasts squashed and dragging as she began to grind in her stance atop it. Looking at her now visible ass, she noticed above it what appeared to be the bones inside Rachael’s hips shifting about, her stance growing wider as they snapped outwards more. She was gaining some sizable hills on her hips. Tempted by them, Andrea walked to the side of the counter to get a better look, and that’s when she noticed that the fan held inside her friend’s jeans was now facing more upwards, likely wedged inside her pussy. Rachael’s hands were no longer fingering herself, but instead holding her steady to the counter as she bawled, her mind completely awash with an overwhelming pleasure.

“INSIIIIDE! It’s INSSSIDE MEEEE!!” the woman yelled, sounding in pain despite her obnoxious moaning. “AAAHN! I C-CAAHNT T-TAKE ANYMOOORE! OOOOH~!! IT FEELS T-TOOOO GOOOOOHH!!””

“No, no, I think we should keep it up,” Andrea replied, a playfully wicked smile crossing her face as she stepped closer to Rachael. “I don’t know how, but all that potential of yours is bubbling to the surface.”

Rachael could hear the clack of Andrea’s heels approaching through the wail of her own screams, and for a moment she felt like maybe she could be rescued from this agonizing endless nirvana. However, the air was thick the closer her friend came to her, and deep down she knew better. That is when she heard a whisper in her ear.

“Embrace it, my cute little doe~.”

Andrea backed up, wound up a leg, and kicked the fan held in Rachael’s jeans, violently forcing it deeper into her pussy.

“GUHHH AAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!!”

Rachael let out a blood curdling cry, and slammed further forward on the desk, her legs going limp. She almost slid off backwards until Andrea helped prop her up once more, groping at her ass and thighs, anxious for the next step of the process.

The pleasure was unimaginable, every synapse firing, like crazy, every nerve burning, Rachael’s entire body floating within a tenderizing sea of warmth that bullied her into submission. Any denial left that she didn’t want this was shoved up her snatch alongside the fan and crushed by the loving, needy embrace of her inner walls.

Biting down on her lip, Rachael couldn’t help but quiver with anticipation, the heat of what she knew was more changes building within her ass cheeks. No longer fighting the arousal, her mind raced at the possibilities of how it might happen. Would her cheeks throw an intense fit like her chest had or will the process be more sensual and gradual. The excitement only enhanced the fluttering feeling within her heart and her mind twinged with a series of faint pulsations. She knew something was off, that this  desire should be the furthest thing from her mind, yet it was as if someone else was inside her on the fringes, their cravings for this burgeoning body quickly overpowering her refusal of it.

Then it hit her.

“FUUUUUUUCK YEEEESSSSS~!!!”

Rachael howled into her own cleavage, forehead pressed against the table and rubbing as she felt all the fat and muscle within her ass come to life. It wasn’t anything like she had expected, as if the forces transforming her were also toying with her expectations. There was some buildup, each butt cheek taking turns rumbling as new fat expanded within them, but whenever one wasn’t engaged, it then focused on clenching, letting the muscle fibers bind like steel before the next wave of mass was delivered. The best way she could describe it was the most orgasmic deep tissue massage she had ever had.

With the changes to her ass also came changes to her outfit, much in the same fashion to her breasts and top before. Her denim shorts began to shine and darken, and soon enough took on the form of leather. A sash-like belt was fastened through the belt loop, with decorative red and white strings tied into a bow at the middle. As much as her body was desiring a sort of mimicry of Andrea’s dominant outward appearance in fashion, a splash of elegance would make it feel more… herself. Or was this herself? Rachael was finding it harder to parse what part of her body changing was her one wish or the wishes of this growing feeling of recollection sifting through her mind. She felt as if she was forgetting something, but the more her body changed it was coming back to her.

Andrea continued to gaze upon the writhing Rachael and said, “My my, how beautiful you are becoming.”

Suddenly, a flash of memory that wasn’t her own hit her. It was a fragment of a moment shared between her and Rachael, or at least, someone similar to the Rachael before her, but with slight differences. Regardless, it registered as Rachael all the same to her. In this vision, The two of them were picking out outfits, and Andrea was the one to suggest leather as a good look for Rachael. Rachael obliged, and that was when she first brandished the leather biker fit she was now seeing crawl to life down the legs of the woman before her.

“Y-Yes… You look so beautiful. That outfit has always suited you~.”

The leather shorts were now covering more of Rachael's legs, spreading like a coating down her thighs, a tight pair of pants forming out of thin air. They were well fitted too, hugging her legs in such a way that they captured every contour of her figure—a figure becoming more shapely by the second. Her legs were now gripped by the massage that had seized her ass moments before, muscle and fat dancing together into a more honed, desirable shape. While she couldn’t see the results, the feeling of strength and girth building within her thighs was enough for her pride to swell.

“AAAAAHN~ I-I FEEEEEL IT! GYAAAAH~! RETURNING TO MEEEE!!”

It slipped out, a befuddling comment that Rachael wasn’t able to make sense of. What was returning? An outfit that wasn’t hers’? This body? None of this registered as hers, yet it felt so right, so normal, the kind of feeling of returning to a childhood home and having the history of it all wash over you. And as the final length of leather finished washing down her legs, tight leather binding her toned, elegant limbs, Rachael smiled, feeling very much at home within her clothes.

Andrea gazed at Rachael’s expression, her mind viewing this as one she’d not often seen. The Rachael she knew, no… this woman in front of her and the memories of her percolating inside her mind, she wasn’t one to smile so candidly. This woman, her woman, was one of a more stern demeanor, all business and who would never dream of showing this kind of weakness. Yet here she was, bent over and moaning so happily, her backside presented to Andrea as if she were begging for something more.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you so vulnerable my love~. Maybe not since the day we first met, when I found you passed out in an alley after your failed attack on Caspian Inc.”

Andrea brought her hands to the sides of Rachael’s body and lowered herself on top of her backside, hugging her softly. Her touch and the memory she shared triggered a jolt throughout Rachael’s body, and her legs snapped stiff.

“N-No! NOOOH! OOOHH… Something’s not right, I? Uhn, this can’t be—HYAAH!!”

Rachael’s mind trembled, a great wave suddenly drawing her doubts back inward as quickly as they came. Memories of a life as a ninja attacking greedy corporations, and her vendetta against Caspian Inc flowed outward. They had wronged so many, and she couldn’t rest until they were destroyed! Her hatred for Caspian was like an ever burning fire, a fire that just had to be unleashed!

A simmering pulse began to form in the bowls of Rachael, a match being lit, unleashing strings of flames like veins beneath her skin up towards her fingertips. It was a familiar feeling, her trademark ninjutsu she made good use of in her crusade against the evil Caspian Inc. Even when she found herself in such pleasant situations with her girlfriend, they still had a knack for triggering her fury. And in these moments of outburst, it was best for her to let it out.

“FUCKING CASPIAN!! GRAAAAH!!”

Flames sailed out from her hands like swirling tendrils in all directions, a few of them nicking some nearby candles, lighting their wicks. Her entire body flexed at that moment as well, her strength seemingly building as the heat of change continued to stir. This didn’t go unnoticed by Andrea, who giggled at the sudden display.

“Now there is my feisty girl~.” she said, glancing over at the candles that had been lit. “So thoughtful of you to set the mood.”

The dominatrix couldn’t hold back any longer, bringing a hand to her lover’s chest and another to her groin. Down below she could feel the fan still wedged into her pussy. It had its fun, and she felt it was time she got her fingers into her, so she removed the fan and tossed it to the floor, drenched in fluids. Upon its removal, it was like the match inside Rachael’s head was lit, and her eyes nearly rolled back. She had forgotten her name, and so much of herself in the throes of this pleasure, but it was all coming back now. She remembered who she was… as well as the true depths of her hatred.

The ninja, Mai, snarled and winced, her anger getting the best of her despite her love’s attempts to please her. Andrea quickly noticed this and was beside herself, though she wouldn’t outwardly show it. She hated seeing Mai like this, so imprisoned by her anger that even her touch couldn’t free her. However, she had her ways, and she wasn’t going to give up so easily. She helped raise Mai to her feet, yanking her by the upper body, causing the woman to acrobatically contort with an arch in her back that made her look as if she would snap in half. This was no issue however, just a sign of Mai’s incredible flexibility, her legs quickly rising up and her posture recovering. She could feel her nerves calming a little, feeling Andrea’s comforting embrace that she showed to no one else but her.

“You’re such a strong woman Mai, the only person I can call my equal. I will not allow you to degrade yourself in this stew of hatred.”

Mai’s face throbbed and her eyes fluttered, the visage of Rachael that remained twisting and shifting.

“Unless you’ve forgotten, you have so much more than your hatred. You have me…”

Andrea’s tail wrapped around one of Mai’s legs and pulled at it, slightly widening her stance. Mai softly moaned as lipstick formed on her lips, her nerves calming even more. The features on her face continued to shift, a refined beauty building upon the clay that was Rachael. It was a cuteness hardened by maturity and her years of struggle. It was the face Andrea loved.

Mai began to slack within Andrea’s hug, relishing in the touch of her girlfriend’s hands at her chest, at her toned core. And she loved even more her girlfriend's tail rubbing at her loins. She was so lucky to have Andrea, so lucky to have her in these moments, to light the fires of love, not hate, within her. Mai was a proud woman, and would not allow anyone who she didn’t feel was deserving get this close to her.

The changes to Mai’s face cemented, and her hair began to swirl into a longer mane and suspend into the air, before tying itself into a topknot. Two long side bangs fell to frame the edges of her face, and at last she felt she had returned to her senses, to who she truly was, her now circular, amber eyes sparkling with a sense of purpose.

The only remaining heat that was not Mai’s own, the heat that had transformed her, was left simmering in her feet, her shoes undergoing change like all the rest of her clothes into a pair of leather boots, whose heels began to rise alongside her escalating arousal towards Andrea. Mai’s height now matched Andrea’s own thanks to her stylish heeled boots, and as she stood there in anticipation, it felt like reality had clicked into place. There had never been any Rachael, no customer, only Mai and her lover.

“Andreaaaah… Please~...” Mai groaned, her body so pent up after such an arduous transformation for which she was no longer aware of.

“Do not worry my love. I know exactly what you need~.”

The two women had waited long enough, the tension in the room palpable as their heavy breathes yearned for the next step to come. And like lightning it came, Andrea’s cat tail digging itself into Mai’s leather pants and finding warmth inside the woman’s folds.

“HoooOOOOOOH YESSS! That’s it!” Mai shouted, her body flexing down onto the tail and making the sensation of it being plugged inside her more harsh. Using her strength, she walked Andrea back into a wall, needing to use it as leverage for what was to come next.

Mai placed a hand on each of Andrea’s thighs and gripped. Andrea returned the favor by cupping hard onto Mai’s breasts. Mai leaned her head back against Andrea’s face, who in turn began to nuzzle against her hair affectionately. It’d been a long time since Andrea had seen Mai this turned on.

“You know what to do,” Mai confidently cooed. “Don’t you dare hold baaaHAAACK!!”

Andrea didn’t need Mai to remind her, immediately beginning her tail’s thrusting in and out of her woman’s quivering chambers. Mai wrestled in pleasure, letting Andrea work her for now. Her tail was better than any toy she owned herself, effortlessly alternating between thrusts and twists. Sometimes she could even feel it lurch upwards, hooking at the back of her inner walls in a violent, yet exquisitely satisfying manner.

“That’s it Andrea! HYAAHN!! THAT’S IT! Right there! Don’t stop! MESS ME UP!!”

Mai’s encouraging demands sent Andrea’s heart a flutter. She loved seeing her so loose like this, the tough exterior giving way to the wild girl beneath. She was the only one who could draw this out of her, and she felt blessed to be able to indulge in such a woman.

Arching back within yet another orgasm, Mai pressed Andrea even further back into the wall. She then sent her hands behind her thighs and grabbed hold of Andrea’s bottom and began to grope. Andrea was getting quite pent up herself at this point, and in reaction to this, the tail under her control began to rise up lower down its length, pressing against her pussy that was held back only by her leather suit.

The two then began their lovers dance proper, Mai reciprocating the upward thrusts of her lover’s tail with her own thrusts downward, creating an even more intense impact inside her. It was as if the tail were trying to breach her inner walls all the way to her womb. On Andrea’s end, she matched the motions of Mai, bucking as she did. Each thrust of her tail also dragged its surface across her own nethers, agitating her pussy until it too was clenching with joy, swollen with need. It had become a tail for two.

“OOOH, you’re so good baby~! SOOOH fucking good!” Mai moaned, gripping her woman’s ass harder and harder as the pace of their love making quickened.

“Heh heh, HNNNGH! OOOH YEAH~! You are impressive yourself dear~. You’ve got me backed into a wall after all.”

The two women’s moans pranced around the room with each other, bouncing off the concrete walls of Andrea’s chambers like the cries of her clients often did. Their moans however, carried with them a much deeper connection. In such a harsh city, seething with oppression and the depression of the masses, one would be hard pressed to find a love stronger than the one these two defiant women shared. Both strong, and in each other finding an even greater strength for which to hold steadfast against the weight of this world.

As both their bodies began to breach that sought after barrier, Andrea had a brief recollection of the night she and Mai had decided to make each other whole. Mai had told her simply that she felt she was no longer alone in her fight, that Andrea had become a part of it, even made her stronger. Mai was the blade, and Andrea was the one who kept her sharp, kept her human. Though she wouldn’t admit to it after, this memory brought a single tear to Andrea’s eye.

Biting her lip, Andrea moaned upon the dawn of their shared orgasm, “Damn you Mai! I love you so much!”

Mai felt both their bodies tense together, and the sweet release that followed.

“OOOOOH ANDREA! I LOVE YOU TOOOO!!”

They were words for only each other, a weakness they only dared show each other. They could never allow themselves to be swallowed up by this world. If they were to be swallowed up by anything, it would only be by each other’s arms.

After an exhaustive comedown from their sex, nestled on the floor within an embrace, Mai rose to her feet and walked over to her fan coated in her own fluids.

“Boy, I sure made a mess of this.” She commented, a somewhat disgruntled look on her face. She couldn’t believe she had treated her weapon in such a way. It certainly had been a wild night.

Andrea worked herself up and made her way over to Mai, her tail sensually caressing one of her thighs.

“Heh, I’d say it's a sign of a good weapon if it can handle your vice like grip~.”

Mai chuckled and then playfully swiped the tail away from her.

“You know, I should just pay for you to have that tail bio augmented onto you. It already feels like a part of you anyways. You wouldn’t have to wear that suit so much.”

“I thought you loved the suit?”

Mai smirked and replied, “Oh I do. But I think feeling a tail of your own, with your own flesh and blood warmth could be even more exciting.”

Mai traced her fingers up Andrea’s body until she reached her cheeks. The two locked eyes, Mai looking ready to go for another round.

“Think of the new sensations you’d feel, how much that would—”

Her foreplay was suddenly caught off by a loud alarm. Mai pressed a paper thin button on the collar of her outfit, which popped up a holographic display screen reminding her of a model shoot she was scheduled for in the next hour.

“Ooooo shoot. I forgot!”

Besides being a Ninja, Mai was also a relatively famous model in the city. The funds she earned from the gig was what allowed her to always stay at the cutting edge of tech for her exploits as a ninja.

Andrea smiled and then brought her woman in for a kiss. The two suspended themselves within the moment for what felt like an eternity, before Mai gently pulled herself away.

“Thank you as always babe.” Mai whispered, before grabbing a few things on the counter, preparing to head out.

Before she could make it out the door, Andrea stopped her for one last moment.

“By the way. I heard Caspian was developing some new psychic tech. Probably worth looking into.”

Mai gave an affirmative gesture and went on her way, as Andrea looked on proudly.

“Go get em tiger~.”