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Bk. 5, Chapter 20

Bk. 5, Chapter 20

My initial reaction to getting puked on might be seen as unkind, as I reflexively pushed Tanisha away from me, regardless of her drunken, stumbling state, using all the strength my body, enhanced by the nanites incorporated into it, had. That did not save me from the noxious mass spewing from Tanisha’s mouth, my torso and thighs were completely covered in it, but it might have reduced the volume hitting me. Sadly, that also meant that the rest of that volume had to go somewhere, in this case, it followed gravity, soiling the floor and some of the sofa I was sitting on.

“Yuck!” Sophia let out a squeal of disgust and backed off, her outburst making sure that everyone who might have missed the distressed noises from Tanisha was fully aware of events and my sorry state. Sadly, with her backing off, and me pushing Tanisha away, there was nobody who actually supported our drunken friend, causing her to follow the call of gravity and crumble to the floor, the movement managing to spread the filth pouring from her mouth even further. Additionally, the sudden action, possibly combined with her body’s rebellion against the poison she had fed it, caused her to simply shut off, as she lay there, mostly unmoving.

“Sophia, can you help me?” I asked, my voice carefully controlled thanks to Galatea filtering it. While there was a part of me that wanted to simply leave, to let Tanisha wallow in her own mess, I did consider her a friend and while she might be pushing the limits of friendship, I did not want to simply abandon her, attractive as that idea might be in the moment.

Instead, I used some paper towels to get as much of the filth covering me off, before having Sophia help me drag Tanisha into the bathroom. Given the state of our clothing, I decided against trying to strip either of us, instead, we simply removed our respective shoes and I more or less carried Tanisha into the shower, with Sophia waiting in front of the stall, just in case I needed help. Not that Tanisha was any help in the attempt to get clean, she was pretty much a boneless deadweight, requiring me to hold her up. As I lacked Sophia’s superstrength, the only thing I managed when trying to do so, was spreading the filth covering both of us a little further, furthering my disgust.

With some maneuvering, I finally deposited her in a somewhat stable sitting position, leaning against the wall, with me standing above her, as it allowed me to control me, the water and her. That way, I would hopefully be able to get the worst off our clothes, before getting Sophia to help me strip Tanisha to finish the job of getting clean.

A small part of me was quite enjoying to hose down Tanisha with cold water, the noises she let out in the process along with her shivering flesh bringing a vengeful smirk to my face, though once I directed the water at myself, I quickly decided that further vengeance would be most unkind and turned the temperature up to a comfortable luke-warm.

Once I had managed to wash off most of the vomit, leaving Tanisha and myself completely soaked, I asked Sophia for support once more, in order to get Tanisha out of her clothes. That led to Sophia, with her superstrength, holding Tanisha up from behind, while I was trying to get her clothes off. Part of me considered asking Sophia to simply rip the clothes to pieces, or maybe use a knife to cut them off, but I refrained, deciding to see it as an exercise in patience. As my own clothes, drenched as they were, turned increasingly uncomfortable to wear, I stripped off, too, once Tanisha was naked.

“You planning to have fun?” Sophia asked, her voice filled with mirth, prompting me to let out a snort of annoyance.

“No, I want to take an actual shower, some of the filth she spewed managed to get through my clothes and on my skin.” I replied, shivering with both disgust and from the cold water I had used earlier.

“Take her with you, she’s shivering.” Sophia suggested, no longer joking or amused, but in a voice filled with concern and caring.

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“In the meantime, I’ll make sure the others are cleaning up outside and get some clothes for the two of you.” she added and I felt the acceptance of defeat settle over me. My love was asking me to take care of our friend and I simply could not refuse her.

Luckily, by the time Sophia and I had maneuvered Tanisha into the shower, Tanisha was somewhat drifting back into awareness and able to stand on her own, though I had to make sure she didn’t crumble again, as she would most likely hit her head somewhere and I would have to take care of her dead body, or something equally annoying.

Given the necessity to deal with two bodies, I decided to forgo a thorough cleaning and simply held Tanisha’s body with one arm, hugging her to my side, while using the other to scrub under a constant spray from the showerhead. For a moment, I was missing the multi-jet shower I had constructed in my original lair, with the ridiculously over-designed water-pressure and temperature that could double as a pressure-washer, with the highest level reserved for Sophia, as it would have caused abrasions and scalding when used by a normal human.

Slightly lost in thought, I did not notice that Tanisha started to move independently, so when a hand suddenly touched a rather intimate place of mine, one that normally would only be touched by Sophia or maybe a doctor if I decided to ever trust one with my body, I let out a gasp of surprise and indignation. Or maybe a squeak, I might have to use Galatea to get an objective recording, even if I am certain that I would never squeak, certainly not due to being molested by a drunk in the shower.

“Diana, why are you showering with me? You have Sophia, remember?” Tanisha’s voice muttered, still slurred by her excessive alcohol-consumption but at the same time, there was a distinct tinge of lust to her voice. Struggling with the impulse to simply drop and push her away, I stopped the water, while she continued to mutter, likely not even realising that she was speaking out loud.

“It has to be a dream, she’d never do anything, anyway. But she has such a nice, hard body, both of them have, those muscles…” by that point, Tanisha’s voice had drifted off, even as her hands were still touching me in places I really did not want her to touch me.

“Let me help you.” Sophia’s voice joined in, and I felt the intrusive hands get pulled away, leaving me grateful.

“Sophia, you are here, too? Threesome sounds great.” Tanisha slurred, while I managed to twist my head around without dropping Tanisha, to look at the expression on Sophia’s face. She looked both exasperated but also amused, as if she was not quite believing what our mutual friend was doing. Or maybe not wanting to believe what she was doing.

“Can you hold her again?” I asked, noticing that while Sophia had taken off her blouse, she was still wearing a tank-top underneath, leaving her arms bare.

With her support, I managed to get both bodies cleaned up, even while Tanisha continued to suggest things I took note of, as some of her ideas sounded fun to try on Sophia later, when we had privacy. Leaving Sophia to hold up Tanisha, I first dried myself off, before going back and together, we managed to get Tanisha mostly dry and into a large shirt. It was exhausting, annoying and just about the least pleasant experience I ever had when being naked together with Sophia. That Tanisha was constantly mumbling suggestions that ranged from mildly suggestive to sexually explicit did not do anything to lessen my annoyance, instead making me contemplate dropping her somewhere, so she could crawl into bed on her own. Luckily, for her, Sophia was there, helping me both as my conscience but also physically and by reminding me that whatever Tanisha said and suggested, the people who would end up in bed together, would be the two of us.

Finally, after what felt like hours upon hours of arduous and in the beginning malodorous work, Tanisha was in her bed, out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow.

“We’ll talk to her tomorrow, okay?” Sophia quietly asked me, while we moved into my own bed, cuddling together both for comfort and due to the limited space on my bed. I simply nodded, while hoping that the others had cleaned up the mess in the living-room shared between the four of us.

For once, I did not merge my mind with Galatea, to take care of paperwork while my body rested, instead, I simply let myself embrace both, Sophia and the sweet nothingness of sleep.