“Selling used underwear is a very old market, one that only boomed when the Internet first came along. Now it’s an even bigger market with the net and methods to keep the underwear in question in almost perfect condition until it arrives at the buyer. Of course, should a Samurai decide to get in on it the prices go into the billions. The most expensive piece of underwear ever bought was that of the Samurai ‘Moon Queen Perilex’ who had been a porn actress before becoming a Samurai and has specialised in that field. Her panties went for nearly fifty billion credits to some CEO in the Netherlands. The second most expensive piece of underwear belonged to ‘Big D’, an Italian Samurai who is, as the name suggests, most well known for his big dick. His pair of boxers went for close to thirty billion credits to a fan in Monaco who has since then come out to mention that it is her most prized possession. It’s rare, but it happens, so make sure you have the credits ready when the next piece of exotic underwear hits the market.”
- Insider Interview with an Employee of ‘Quality Underwear Corp.’
Jenna and I both looked at her with horrified fascination.
I’ve heard that a pig's orgasm could last quite a long time, ten minutes or so if I recalled correctly, not that I ever actually checked up on that. Shiver did something similar to your brain, extending orgasms as much as possible, but this was just ridiculous.
Kaysa just snorted, “And there it is. I knew you’d jump on that.”
“Okay, so, note that down for future reference asap!” I told her, not quite able to stop myself.
Jenna nodded faintly, her blush now quite more pronounced.
Kaysa sighed, “I do hope you plan to focus on more than just improving your ability to break bed frames,” she muttered, “There is a lot more that the protectors could offer that is quite a bit more important.”
“I mean, sure, but like, who wouldn’t be interested in that?” I said with a bit of a goofy grin.
“And we did plan to get other things,” Jenna added reasonably, still not able to fight down her blush, “But not everything needs to be about killing xenos, right?”
“I suppose not. I should be thankful that you at least realise that much. There are some Vanguard who are so obsessed with killing antithesis that they forget that life is more than just a battle.”
I checked our progress towards the city. We still had some time.
“Okay, so, since we’re already on the topic, maybe we can nail down what I want for the body mods. If only to finally get an idea for what I need.”
Kaysa nodded, leaning back and crossing her arms under her breasts, which had even me distracted despite her being a perfect copy of my own body. Was that weird? Probably.
Then again… I could imagine it could be quite fun to explore yourself like that, considering that typically was impossible. And since you knew exactly what you liked and wanted… Yeah, I was definitely horny as fuck. I didn’t even need to check to know that my panties were drenched. This talk about the Vi’xan, and the idea of being able to cum that hard and long… Oh boy.
I tried to clear my head, focusing on the conversation.
“So, I know I want shapeshifting. I also know I want more resilience and some kind of combat stuff. At this point I’m pretty much settled on the Hexclaw Hive-Queen thing you showed me. And I definitely want some bits and pieces from the Vi’xan catalogue to… widen my options, so to say. Where should we start with all of that?”
I was quite looking forward to that idea. I couldn’t even imagine what I would be able to do and feel with the right upgrades from that catalogue. So far I’ve never been that interested in all the alien porn that had made the rounds ever since some Samurai first bought stuff for it.
It fanned the flames of my arousal, and I caught myself rubbing my knees in anticipation.
She thought for a moment, which I knew to be more to make a point than her actually requiring time to go through the options. She probably already had everything planned down to perfection.
Of course that didn’t help. It only gave me time to think about all the different things I could do with that catalogue to improve not only my personal fun, but also my job experience. There would probably be a lot of people who would jump at the opportunity for some properly fucked up alien sex.
It did make me question how far I should go with it though. The reason I had the metal dildo I used to bash that model Threes head in even at hand was because some people didn’t realise that anatomy was a pretty rigid thing. But with this I might be able to entertain guests like that, right?
Should I go all out on it? Or maybe start smaller?
I was undecided, but it also wasn’t the only thing I could already imagine. Even if I ignored the idea of the more alien possibilities, not that I would gloss over them permanently, there were so many options. I could, if I wanted to, go full hentai queen on someone. It didn’t take a genius to realise that the market for that would be damn fucking huge.
The rest of us were more focused on the practical applications of shapeshifting and its use in combat. Which was important, so I let them hash out the plans while I focused on my own little ideas. They wouldn’t appreciate it anyways, not unless I introduced sexual organs to my Hexclaws.
…Which just led to the next idea I wasn’t quite sure I should indulge. But there had to be some people out there who would pay for such an experience. A true alien mating, so to say.
But that might be that step too far that I wasn’t quite yet fully sure I should go. I loved the idea, not only because of how it would expand my clientele, but also because I could only imagine how good it felt when more of us would be able to have fun together. If the chorus was an echo chamber for emotions, it might be similar for pleasure.
Kaysa’s voice ripped me out of my thoughts, and I tried my best to concentrate on what she had to say. Not that that was easy, since by this point I was sure even my pants had a stain from the desperate need that had me in its lusty claws.
“The best start would be from the Mystical Kitsune Catalogue, actually. It will require a bit of work, as what we are attempting to do can only be done in a roundabout way with that catalogue, but as a baseline the Mark IX Yako would work well. It is the most versatile option available and would allow you to take on a variety of different properties. It also works well with the options available both on the Hexclaw and Vi’xan catalogues.”
“In terms of combat capabilities I would suggest a variety of minor items from the Hexclaw Swarm Intelligence Catalogue, instead of just going for the Mark XII Hexclaw Hive-Queen directly. Its blueprint would be useful if you need to take on the form and haven’t mastered the form manually yet, but other than that the end result would remain the same, just with more versatility on the forms you can take. Some other miscellaneous items from the Mystical Kitsune Catalogue would enable you to do more than just combat shifting, up to and including full body invisibility, integrated clothing if required, taking on the appearance of members of different species as long as they can be achieved with your available biomass, as well as some social engineering upgrades to better help you understand how any form you take on should behave.”
“Body doubles with biomass can be achieved, it would be almost child's play for you, considering that you already are a Hive Mind, making it a lot easier to control any new bodies you create. It would also enable you to survive a fatal blow to your original body, since your body doubles would effectively be clones. It is not advised, since if your original body dies, any non-biological upgrades such as implants would need to be implanted again in the new Prime body. You could of course upgrade all body doubles like that, but keep in mind that that would mean buying each upgrade multiple times, which can become quite point intensive, especially at higher tiers of equipment.”
“On the Vi’xan catalogue there are many things that you could choose from, but for that I would need to know what you are looking for,” she finished, finally looking at me.
“Hm… The nerve upgrade could be nice, as would the improved metabolism. Some options for sensitivity, I don’t always need to have the more extreme options you mentioned, some variety would be nice. Generally, anything that would change how I could have fun, really. To try out different things not only for myself but also any client requests I might get,” I explained.
That was honestly the main point I was looking at this catalogue so closely. Sure, part of it was also that I had a very high libido, and sometimes I wanted something more special to combat the heat.
But the thought of trying new things continued to fan the flames of my lust. Typically I didn’t much indulge in whatever strange and biologically impossible ways of fucking that was so often portrayed in media, but I would also lie to myself if I said I was entirely disinterested.
So far I had ignored it because it would often be either very painful, or outright impossible, and while I liked sex as much as the next girl, I didn’t want to do anything that hurt me. I didn’t like it rough that often. There were some days, sure. But typically I was much more a fan of the more gentle kind. Unless I was full of drugs, at which point everything was fair game that didn’t break any laws or was deeply immoral.
That last point wouldn’t change. It was that one line I would never cross, and if I ever did, I would no longer consider myself Seraphine, or even human. At that point everything else was meaningless. Luckily I knew myself well enough that even in a full drug addled horny haze I could realise that there was that line. And even if I wouldn’t, I had Kaysa and she would most certainly step in.
Regardless of that, there had been a few other things I hadn’t really considered so far, but if I would actually be able to do them without hurting myself and enjoy myself while doing so, then I would most certainly revisit my stance on those topics.
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It did make me think that it might be a worthwhile investment to have something to more easily control my lust though. I was a Samurai now, and while I was still a joytoy, not all situations lend themselves well to being horny all the time.
In combat alone being distracted by thoughts of sex and pleasure could be a death sentence. Not to mention that I would probably have to appear in the public eye more often, and I didn’t think my juices running down my legs on a particularly bad day while I was talking to strangers on the street would improve my image of a capable protector of humanity. Image was important, and not only on the job.
“In that case there are some of the more esoteric options. Different sexual organs you could take on, turning different parts of your body into erogenous zones, entirely non physical ways for intimacy, although those will probably take some getting used to. With your Hive however you might be able to do things that nobody else has done before.”
“Oh?” I asked, curious, “What exactly do you mean by that?”
And of course Kaysa didn’t stop giving me ideas. I knew I was the one to blame, I asked her, but that didn’t mean my mind wasn’t running away with any fresh ideas she threw at me.
“It’s a form of mental stimulation. It was one of the few technologies the Vi’xan invested heavily into exploring. In effect it would be a sort of mesh dive that aims to stimulate the mind, less for sexual purposes, and more for the sake of pleasure itself. Not sure about any side effects, considering your chorus, but there are some enthusiasts on earth that pay good money for that kind of thing.”
“That sounds quite interesting,” Jenna chimed in, “Although I’m having a hard time imagining it.”
Kaysa nodded, “It’s quite unlike anything humanity has managed to come up with.”
“Okay,” I said, trying very hard to focus on the conversation. It was not easy, with my panties a mess and my thoughts running off into less than productive directions. It didn’t help that Jenna seemed quite enthused as well, which only served to distract me even more.
“With all of that, what would it cost?”
“Roughly 24000 points, the exact cost would depend on a few options you decide on,” Kaysa replied.
“Not as bad as I imagined it,” I said, leaning back, and trying very hard to look her in the eyes, “Since you said it could go up to 30k I was prepared for the worst.”
“You could go for more, but that’s mainly stuff from higher Class catalogues. And you don’t need to get them immediately. Since your plans involve shapeshifting you have a bit more leeway for future upgrades that normally would be hideously expensive and time consuming.”
“I’m not sure exactly what I want,” Jenna muttered after a moment of silence. Her blush had died down a bit, but it didn’t take a genius to see she was excited. Not only was her heart going a mile a minute, I could practically smell her arousal and see her nipples trying to press through the fabric of her dress.
It was part of the reason I had such a hard time calming myself down. She was so obviously in heat and in need of some release, that it was hard to not jump her there and then to help us both calm down.
The only reason I wasn’t going insane was the chorus. Since most of us didn’t have any interest in physical pleasures, it hampered my own enthusiasm a bit, which was good in this situation. Of course those that were curious were greedily drinking everything in.
“Cleopatra and I have talked about it before. I do want some body mods, but I will also most likely get some cybernetics for some things. It lends itself better to my catalogues and would improve my combat effectiveness with my Sentinels in mind,” she explained, gaze fixed on the table between us, “Although… With the Vi’xan catalogue… Not sure how well that would mesh with what I want.”
“If you are already planning on cybernetics and implants and such,” I ventured, realising that what I was about to say was mostly due to the current state of my underwear and the haze my mind was currently suffering, “Maybe you could get some stimulation stuff? Built in vibrators, maybe that mind pleasure thing?”
Her blush flared up once more, and she nodded timidly, “Probably… It’s… It’s a bit weird to think about. It almost makes me feel like a pervert if I would get stuff like… you know… built in vibrators…”
She was so incredibly cute when she was horny, oh my god. Okay, Seraphine, calm down, deep breaths. Take your time and get your mind firmly out of the gutter, okay?
It didn’t help, of course.
“Maybe,” I said, trying desperately to remain normal, “Could be fun though.”
“Indeed,” she agreed, then shook her head with a deep sigh, “Okay, we need to talk about something else. This is not helpful.”
I nodded, “Yeah… The first thing I need when we arrive is fresh underwear. Mine are soaked.”
She glanced at me, blush not abiding, “Yup…”
Kaysa managed to douse our arousal a little by going on a full report on the people in the shelter, the state of my apartment, and a general overview of the district.
Not that it helped nearly as much as it should have, but it gave me other things to focus on, which slowly but surely helped calm myself down a bit.
Not nearly enough to be entirely unbothered, but at least I could work with this.
By the time our previous discussion had ended we had reached the city gates, which had opened for us. The people outside were a mix of horrified and entranced with the Najav, and it made me think that maybe I should install a stealth mode or something.
The track through the city was pretty boring. The redlight district was a bit too far removed from the direct line between Chloe’s house and the shelter, so instead we marched through one of the newer industrial districts. It looked a lot more modern than the one next to the redlight district and was obviously owned by some pretty big names in the city center, considering how clean and well protected everything was.
Kaysa had run down on her report by the time we arrived at the inner city gates. They took a while to open enough for the Najav to walk through, but this time around the guards weren’t quite as horrified. Instead they looked at it with grim acceptance.
Maybe Kaysa had sent word ahead, or maybe someone had seen it enter the outer city or leave the city the day prior. Whatever it was, they left us be.
The inner city was entirely new territory for me. Sadly we couldn’t see that much of the normal ground floor level, which was roughly twenty floors up from the actual ground floor, under which the undercity lay, because the Najav didn’t fit on there. So we travelled the actual ground floor until we arrived near the shelter, at which point it started scaling vertical walls.
I had thought we would leave behind damage wherever we stepped, but it was surprisingly gentle on the surfaces. Probably for the best though, otherwise I would have a heap of fines and repair costs stacked that I probably could ignore, but wouldn’t paint me in the best light.
Not long after we arrived in front of the massive shelter entrance. The area it was built into looked… strange. A massive open area with a few trees here and there that didn’t manage at all to make the place seem more lively.
It was probably the kind of look underpaid design grads thought of as modern while they were locked inside their offices with no human contact to speak of. Maybe I should do a campaign to lighten their life up a little?
Nah, that sounded like too much hassle and would probably benefit the corps more than the poor suits that had to work eighteen hours a day. Maybe some discount for them then? That could work.
The Najav stopped near the main entrance, lowering its body to the ground.
“Okay,” I said to Kaysa, “I need fresh clothes and maybe something to keep my libido in check. Any more talk about weird alien sex tech and I probably would have jumped Jenna, damn the consequences.”
Jenna, of course, blushed again.
“I can arrange that. Anything in particular you want?” Kaysa asked, getting up.
I thought about it for a moment. “Something… provocative. I need some fresh air and I want to make a point. I might not be the one in charge, but I’m still one of the Joytoys. Don’t need Castas or the others think I abandoned them,” I decided.
“I can do that. Do you want some privacy for when you change?” She asked, looking between Jenna and me.
“Probably for the best,” I said with a slightly flushed smile, “I bet Jenna is gorgeous, but that’s the opposite of what I need right now.”
Jenna nodded in turn, her blushing face and her inability to look at me was more than enough indication to know how she felt about it all.
I got up from my seat, noting a small wet stain on it, and sighed.
A privacy curtain appeared between Jenna and myself and I started to undress. My pants were definitely stained and my panties almost made a wet noise when I pulled them down.
“Hells,” I muttered, “This is worse than I thought.”
Two boxes appeared next to me with my usual decorations. One was quite large, while the other was rather small. I opened the small one and found a pill.
“It should help your libido issues a little. I didn’t want to entirely shut it down, but considering the state of your clothing I decided on something a bit stronger,” Kaysa explained.
I nodded, thankful at that, picked up the pill and swallowed it down.
As always the meds made by the protectors were very quick acting. The horniness in my mind didn’t abade by much, but my physical arousal diminished quite a bit. That would have to do.
“Do you have something I, uh… can wipe myself down with?” I asked quietly.
Another box appeared, a bit smaller than the first. Opening it I found a towel that was sinfully soft. I picked it up and spent a few moments to wipe the wetness between my legs away, only barely managing to suppress a small moan at the feel of the soft fabric touching my very sensitive crotch.
Once done I finally opened the big box, finding a quite provocative set of clothing inside.
“Damn… I mean I did say provocative,” I muttered, picking up the top.
It was made of a thin, black material and barely reached over my breasts. Honestly, it might even leave part of my areolas exposed if I stretched a little. It was quite form fitting, but stretched comfortably, with sleeves that ran down to my wrists. Of course it had ‘Myriad’ written across it, with some Kitsune-esque decorations on the lettering, like the y being in the form of a tail.
The pants were hotpants, and very, very small. It was the kind of hotpants you saw porn actresses wearing in those bad amateur holos you could buy for cheap. Barely enough to cover what needed to be covered, and tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. At least the colour made it so that even if it formed neatly into a cameltoe it would be hard to see unless you stood directly in front of me.
They looked like jeans, but the material was similar to the one the shirt was made out of. Luckily the material felt hydrophobic, so no need to worry about stains forming should I get too excited again. It did make me wonder how it would feel though, when my juices had nowhere to run off to, but I pushed those thoughts firmly aside.
Last but not least were my new boots, thigh high and similar to the ones I wore with the rest of my normal Samurai gear. They fit quite well with my ensemble and were made of a similar material to the rest, just a tad less stretchy so that they didn’t slide down my legs too easily. Of course they had inch high heels.
And of course there was also a tail. For a moment I panicked, thinking it was a butt plug, but luckily the mechanism with which it attached itself to my skin over the rim of my hotpants simply looked similar at first glance. I wasn’t sure if I could survive walking around with a plug tail without jumping the first person looking at me with hungry eyes.
When I was finally finished dressing up, and slightly surprised that the tail moved similar to my other one, I stepped out from behind the privacy curtain.
Jenna had also changed, her dress now replaced with one that was also a tad more provocative than her usual fair, but compared to my own tastes it still looked downright prude.
It was the colour of rich crimson, and cut in an asymmetric shape similar to my own combat dress. She had gotten herself new high heels showing off her feet, and gave her about an inch in height.
She looked me over for a moment and I could still see the faint blush that decorated her face.
“You did say provocative indeed,” she murmured, “You sure you are in the right mind to go out like that?”
“Nope, not at all,” I replied with a smile, “But I’m going to do it anyway and regret my choices later.”