Getting to Know Herself

The ferret hissed. His back arched, the off-white fur standing on end and tail pointing straight towards the warehouse ceiling. It was a high pitched whine, barely audible, punctuated by little chirps. Not threatening in the slightest. When it realized the threat was only staring at it even more hungrily, the ferret turned tail and sprinted away, hiding behind a shipping container.

Vinnie stared at the box her pet had hidden behind, her sharp ears picking up little whimpers as Suchong cowered. The large weasel was a century ferret, an awakened mustelid capable of detecting magic. Or more specifically, identifying when to flee from awakened predators. And the creature that lay splayed on the ground before Vinnie, arms wrapping around the bones of a freshly eaten rotisserie chicken, certainly was a predator.

From head to tentacle tip, it reached over five meters in length, with mottled pink skin that fluctuated to a matte grey as it ate. A thin film of reflective slime coated it, and the creature trailed that fluid wherever it went, as well as wherever it dragged it’s limbs. Each of it’s eight arms ended in a short, hooked talon, which it used to shred the chicken into many tiny scraps and transfer to its broad, crushing beak. Dull yellow compound eyes sat below a large, bulbous cranium, and as it ate they watched Vinnie with a cold understanding that belied intelligence beyond that of a simple animal. Silent and malicious, the beast’s cruel stare unnerved even the spiteful elf that stood before it.

“No Gezora, bad,” Vinnie groaned, running a brass-colored cyber-hand through her short brown hair. She’d used the name Brass Queen when she was a shadow runner, and acquired a few pieces of cyberware to compliment the name. Two overclocked cyber hands with a polished brass coat, a dermal sheath of the same color that made her skin appear metallic in response to trauma, a cyber eyes system set to display a metallic copper pentagon in place of her iris. Her body had always been a tool; just another piece of her arsenal alongside a rifle or knife, and Vinnie had no qualms about modifying, improving and augmenting her tools for optimum performance.

 “Bad! Suchong is NOT food you stupid squid!” She said, her voice stern and her posture commanding. Gezora didn’t respond, the cephalopod not suited to displaying its alien emotions, but she could see the beast’s tentacles curling back to a rest position. Vinnie popped the plastic top off of another chicken, letting the terrestrial cephalopod smell it, her other hand always resting on her uzi, just in case Gezora tried something. “Alright, lets try this from the top.”

Becoming a shadowrunner might have been a poor choice of career, thought Vinnie. She’d been practically forced into the shadows after her wealthy family disowned her. A career hunter, being good with a firearm and able to track both animals and people made her well suited to the job. But what the tattooed elf wasn’t good with was teamwork. Or other metahumans in general really. Her last run had ended with one teammate holding her at gunpoint with another swearing that if they ever saw Brass Queen again they would personally put a bullet her brain. And she’d acquired a list. A list of people who’d pissed her off and had earned some payback. It included no less then three rival shadow runners, two local prize fighters, the chief of police and a gang boss who was either magician or dragon. It was more than one elf could handle, so Vinnie needed assistance. Given her track record with metahumans, she’d decided instead to enlist some help from the awakened animal kingdom.

“Gezora! Rest!” She barked, pointing at the floor. The cephalopod watched her for two seconds, the gears visibly turning in it’s squishy brain before it complied, relinquishing its food and splaying all its tentacles out on the floor.

“Good,” Vinnie purred, tearing off a wing of the newly opened chicken and tossing it to the waiting beast. “Now, hold. Hold!” Again Gezora waited, processing the command, it’s mantle expanding and contracting as it breathed. Two of it’s tentacles then slid forwards, wrapping their sucker-covered lengths around the wing.

Vinnie could see the muscles that made up the flexible appendage working, tightening as Gezora constricted the chicken wing, crushing the bones inside. It wasn’t a great display of his power, but she knew the slow-moving cephalopod’s limbs were more than strong enough to crack a troll’s skull. She knew that if the creature wanted, and if she let her guard down, it could wrap her in its limbs and she would be powerless to escape.

“Gezora,” Vinnie said, a cold malice to her voice. “Kill.”

The air was pregnant with tension as Gezora processed the command, Vinnie biting the inside of her cheek in anticipation. She could see his tentacles constricting, bringing the talons towards the chunk of meat it held.

Suchong shrieked again, the ferret peeking it’s spotted snout from behind it’s hiding place. Gezora paused, one limb relinquishing its grip on the chicken as it considered if it were worth it to eat the ferret as well.

“Gezora! No!” Vinnie shouted, stamping her foot on the dusty warehouse floor. The noise echoed in the sprawling, silent complex, stunning both animals. Suchong ceased his cry and turned a concerned face towards Vinnie. Gezora remained unfazed, transferring the chicken wing to it’s beak and biting down with a crunch. Brass fingers pinched the bridge of Vinnie’s nose in frustration. Gezora was stubborn, and still a wild animal. He needed to be taught obedience.

“Combat training will have to wait,” Vinnie mumbled as she trudged over to Suchong’s hiding place. The century ferret squealed, lowering his head as the cybernetic elf scratched between its ears.

“I need you to be quiet Suchong, ok? Calm, calm Suchong? Good boy!” Vinnie tore off another chunk of chicken by and fed it to the rodent by hand, calmly making reassuring noises and patting him between the ears as she did so.

Internally, Vinnie groaned. It seemed that no matter what she did, things never went her way. Due to her own failure, the cushy life of a corporate kid had fallen through her fingers, forced to a life of crime. Even that had fouled, (though not through fault of her own but due to the incompetence and idiocy of her peers), and now she might never find work in the entire Confederation of American States. Fate spited her, ruining everything she attempted. She had wanted a century ferret to act as an astral watchdog, and instead got a habitual coward. Really, all Suchong offered her was a decent source of stress relief, an amiable face and a happy, wiggly body to cheer her up after a night of failures.

Feeling bitter and spiteful and discontented, Vinnie glared at Gezora, still slowly eating his chicken. She wanted a vicious, predatory killing machine and fate had given her a slow, lazy glutton. The thing’s only redeeming value was its innate magical ability, but Vinnie had only just begun to train Gezora to use that. However, that thought hatched a wicked plan in Vinnie’s mind; a way to, if even for a moment, escape the spiral of misery her life had become.

The common name for Gezora’s species was the incubus. Not out of similarity to the demons of folklore, but in reference to the supernatural power the cephalopods held. The slow-moving incubus attracted prey by using its innate magical abilities to reflect it’s target’s greatest desire as a multi-sensory illusion. While its prey was caught up in the illusion, the incubus would feast.

Keeping in mind that the octopus might still be hungry, Vinnie carefully placed her smart gun on one of the crates, aiming the barrel precisely at Gezora, setting up the bipod and making all the proper calibrations. Activating her cyber ware’s internal biomonitor, she established a channel between it and her firearm. Should her vitals show signs of trauma, suffocation or severe blood loss, the biomonitor would send the firing command to the smart gun, placing three high-caliber rifle rounds directly in the incubus’ mantle.

“Ok, Gezora,” she said, turning back to the cephalopod, “rest!” Again Gezora complied, splaying out its limbs and watching Vinnie. The act of commanding the creature gave her a mild thrill; being able to exert her will over this creature so much larger, so much stronger then her. Vinnie swallowed. If she was wrong, this would be the end of her. At least she would die happy, she thought. Swallowing and resolving herself to whatever her spiteful fate would toss her, Vinnie gave the next command.

Gezora only followed this command when he felt like it, it seemed. The cruel creature seemed to know that refusing Vinnie got a reaction out of her, and enjoyed stringing her along. However, perhaps sensing the pent-up rage within the elf or the presence of the smart-rifle, when the elf raised her fist, splayed her fingers and said “trap”, he complied.

Gezora’s skin began to change; the pink spots in its skin expanding and overtaking the grey until it was an ugly faded puce. New dots of greenish color began to appear and spread, then orange, then blue, then stark white, until the creature was a fluctuating rainbow of color. The epileptic display of pigmentation hurt Vinnie’s eyes, but she found herself unable to blink, unable to tear herself away from Gezora’s retina-blasting burst of color. Her eyes watered and her pupils dilated to the full size they could reach, her mouth hanging slightly agape as Gezora’s display grew even more chaotic, even more rapid. She thought she heard Suchong scream, but her mind was to enthralled to notice. As her eyes glazed over, her vision became blurry, Gezora blending with the floor of the warehouse, then the walls, until all she could see was a messy mosaic of colors.

Incapable of complex thought, Vinnie stared dumbly at the trance-like hallucination for a moment, aware only of the stream of drool that had dripped from the corner of her lip onto the top of her bust and was slowly oozing between her cleavage. Some part of her subconscious was screaming in panic alongside her ferret, but both their cries were distant and muted. She knew this would happen. She allowed this to happen. It was all just a training session anyways, right? Nothing would happen outside of her control, nothing could hurt her here. She could let go, relax, stop thinking for a minute and let whatever happened happen.

Slowly, a few patches of hazy color began to coagulate before Vinnie, their motion causing a dull ache to appear behind Vinnie’s half-lidded, watery eyes. The first thing to make itself visible was a face; angular and feminine, with a sharp chin and high cheekbones, large eyes and pointed, backswept ears. It was Vinnie’s face, with some minor changes; the swollen scar that marred the right side of her face had vanished, and her lips were smaller, more fitting to her elfin features. And it was bronze. Slowly, more and more of the being materialized; long, flowing hair of burnished copper, a womanly brass figure, its breasts notably larger then Vinnie’s, nipples pert and erect.

Vinnie stared slack jawed at the apparition, by all means a metallic reflection of her, but more sexual, more attractive and desirable. Something cold, slimy and thick might have touched her leg then, affixing suckers to her inner thigh and the back of her knee, but any concern that might have raised was overwhelmed by the buxom reflection before her. It’s brass lips parted, and though Vinnie was sure it spoke, it sounded like the words came from the back of her own head.

“You look wonderful Vivian,” said the burnished specter, its eyes the only part of it not metallic brass. Instead they were dull yellow and compound, and burned with a cold, malicious light. “Take off your top.”

While she was sure that something long and thick, with a short hook at the end assisted her, reaching the nape of her neck and pulling her coat upwards, her hands obeyed nonetheless, reaching upwards and tossing the garment to the side, exposing her heavily tattooed chest and tight black bra to the cold warehouse air.

“All the way Vivian. You know what I am, yes?”

“You’re…me,” Vinnie mumbled as she fiddled with her bra. Her hands were clumsy and imprecise, and as she failed to unhook it for the third time she felt a slimy appendage wrap around her from below, encircling her and bringing it’s hooked tip to bear on the straps of her undergarment. The dull sensations of many suckers affixing to her goose-bump-covered flesh was distant, almost as though they were remembered rather than experienced. “You’re what I wanted, what I…”

“What you have dreamt of since as long as you could dream,” said the phantom, approaching Vinnie and stepping behind her, wrapping one arm around the elf and resting a hand on her inked torso. “Your ultimate desire-the only other being that could measure up to yourself: another Vinnie. Your Brass Queen.” The phantom sensation of heat emanating off of the metallic body made Vinnie’s back prickle, arching her spine into the metallic hand holding her close. Another of The Brass Queen’s hands (or was it some other appendage, slimy and sucker-covered?) slowly crawled from Vinnie’s collarbone, brushing fingertips tickling her already sensitive skin. They traveled up to the nape of her neck, causing a confused yet needy whine from Vinnie as her whole body reacted to the sexual specter’s touch.

“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” Said The Brass Queen, shifting her hips so that her crotch pressed close to Vinnie’s rear, one metallic leg between the elf’s legs.

“I do,” whined Vinnie, placing one hand on Brass Queen’s, guiding the appendage gripping her chest lower, down her abdomen and to the hem of her pants. There might have been a quick squishing sound, like something hard being retracted into something soft and pliant, but it was overwhelmed by the sensation of those brass fingers slipping beneath the hem of her pants, under her panties and through the short, curly hairs of her groin. “Please, you’re perfect. I want more. I need more.”

The surreal caress continued, slender bronze digits toying with and teasing Vinnie’s sex, another hand cupping her chin and guiding two cool fingers into her mouth. Initially they tasted foul and briny, but the flavor was quickly supplanted by one salty and carnal. Her pants hung around her knees, a thin yet steady drip of sexual fluids traveling down the inside of her legs as The Brass Queen continued to probe her its squirming doppelganger. Vinnie relished in the embrace; having found a partner who could not fail to please her, who could never betray her and earn her ire. One whom she would never need add to The List. What inhibitions her hazy mind had left faded, able to forget vengeance for a spell and enjoy the hallucinatory bliss of copulating with her own id. Vinnie gasped in passion as cool, wet lips kissed her neck, sucking hard on the skin and leaving small, circular red hickeys as The Brass Queen worked her way towards Vinnie’s face. She reached behind her head, gripping the cool, metallic hair of her manifest sexuality and pulling it in for a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. The masturbatory pleasure of the scene was lost on Vinnie’s semi-conscious mind, her hips bucking in time with the fingers Brass Queen had probed into he waiting heat. Though they excited her, stimulated her inner walls and fueled her arousal further and further, Vinnie had meant it when she said she needed more.

Heart hammering in her ears, sweat covering her aroused body, she reached back to feel her partners’ loins. Instead of the silken folds of another woman’s sex, however, she found a far more masculine organ, long and as hard as the metal it appeared to be made of. Vinnie’s curious fingers explored the hermaphroditic member, smooth and clean of any blemish or even hair. It pulsed hot in her hands, twitching with the apparition’s-and Vinnie‘s-pent up need. Slightly curved, the head was broad yet tapered swiftly, the shaft with thick veins and just enough girth that Vinnie couldn’t fully wrap her hand around it. Vinnie’s already needy breaths were exacerbated by the act of feeling the meaty metallic rod, and she looked back to her doppelganger’s alien compound eyes, silently begging her to enter her dripping sex.

The hand left her pussy, Vinnie whining as her sex was suddenly empty and without stimulation. While she mewled and struggled in the increasingly strong grip of The Brass Queen, the apparition’s hands having moved to Vinnie’s hips, she could feel the tip of the hermaphrodite’s member brushing her entrance. It teased her, holding her there, the head of the bronze penis just touching the lips of her labia as The Brass Queen whispered dirty things into Vinnie’s ear. Vinnie’s own hands had initially traveled forwards, looking for something to brace herself against in anticipation of the penetration. At first she thought something squishy met her grip, but she must have thought wrong, as the tactile sensations vanished as quickly as they had come. Instead, Vinnie squeezed her own breasts, pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger, cupping her right hand around the soft, sensitive breast flesh and holding it tight in anticipation.

The moment might have lasted only a second or it might have been an eternity as far as Vinnie was concerned, every second the anticipation of her penetration was drawn out was torment. Then it happened, the tapered tip of The Brass Queen’s cock pressing into her sensitive, dripping lips. Spreading them aside, the broadening rod pressed ever so deeper, the satisfied pleasure of being filled up returning as the apparition entered Vinnie. She bit her lip as it slid in, playing with her breasts harder, tweaking her own nipple and roughly squeezing her own tit. A pleased moan came from behind her, The Brass Queen’s grip on her waist digging into her skin as the phantom pulled Vinnie further onto her cock.

Soon, the meaty splats of flesh-on flesh echoed through the warehouse as The Brass Queen thrust in and out of Vinnie, accompanied by the elf’s cries of pleasure. Every time the nubile epicene’s girth withdrew, the already shiny metallic surface glistening with Vinnie’s sexual fluids, she teased Vinnie’s entrance with mock thrusts, making her beg for every entry. And she was entered, The Brass Queen’s fingers dug into Vinnie’s skin, leaving circular red welts. With a grunt, the vision leaned in close, locking her lips around her elvish partner’s neck and sucking, nibbling, leaving a sensitive red hickey.

It was beyond what Vinnie had hoped for, beyond what was possible in even her own twisted fantasies. The pleasure of her duplicate’s rough, vigorous penetration, how the curve of its cock rubbed her most sensitive areas, how it teased her, making every thrust a reward, they were divine. The Brass Queen hilted herself inside her, lingering a half-second so Vinnie could enjoy that blissful, content feeling of utter fullness. It felt as thought bolts of white-hot lightning had arced up from her burning-hot groin, traveled through her spine and cracked behind her eyes, her whole body heating up with pleasure.

One hand dropped from her breast to between her legs, fingers furiously rubbing her slit and flicking her clitoris in a mad frenzy of arousal. “So perfect,” groaned Vinnie, “you fuck me so perfectly.” A hand of bronze fingers gripped her hair, pulling her erect so her head was beside’s The Queen’s, the apparition having finally relinquished it’s hold on Vinnie’s neck.

“How could I not?” It cooed, still thrusting so pleasurably into the elf, fluids dripping freely and pooling between her legs. Vinnie’s mechanically-enhanced fingers continued their work as The Brass Queen’s flesh impacted against her ass cheeks, ripples in her own flesh complementing the pounding of The Queen’s cock. Vinnie’s actions had become jerky, rushed, as the boiling heat within her, fueled by those crackling electric bolts of pleasure, burned hotter and hotter still. “I am all your wants Vivian, all your needs. Your desires. I exist to fulfill them, to give you the pleasure none else could.” As the metallic vixen spoke, she increased her pace, slamming harder and harder into Vinnie. The rapid pace of the copper phallus entering and exiting her, slipping in and out of her labia, racing over her inner walls caused Vinnie some discomfort, and she whined in a mix of pleasure and pain as her cybernetic hand’s software alerted her that her fingers were overheating. But it was not only her fingers that were hot; her whole body trembled with anticipation as that boiling heat within her that sent electric jolts along every nerve in her body grew stronger and stronger, teetering on the edge of overwhelming Vinnie.

“Cum Vinnie,” commanded The Queen, grabbing her elbows and pulling as she thrust every centimeter of her length inside Vinnie. The elf’s back arched, pushing her breasts forwards as her head lolled backwards, eyes shut and mouth agape. Her twitching fingers, the joints whining as they were pushed further and further past their intended specs, sparks fling from the mechanical hands as she rubbed her sensitive button faster and faster. And she screamed. It was guttural, bestial, rising from the lower parts of her chest and diaphragm and full of something more primal than passion, rawer and cruder.

Her orgasm was hard and uncontrolled, her legs twitching and losing balance, falling from The Brass Queen’s grip as the lightning bolts inside her body cracked in a ecstatic thunderstorm, electrifying every neuron in her body. The heat had washed over her, made her already hazy vision little more than a blur, made it impossible to focus as climax rocked her body. She felt so full, so content, the blurry bronze legs of her partner fading from view as Vinnie lapsed out of consciousness.

A cold wave washed over Vinnie. She was sitting, naked, on the warehouse floor. Sweat covered her body, as did circular red sucker marks, especially around her hips, thighs and neck. Her dermal armor had activated around these, a bronze metallic sheen coating her skin around those red welts and discoloring her many tattoos. Her legs, arms, and especially her crotch were sore and aching. She was, in a word, a mess. And perhaps even as alarming, Gezora’s many arms lay around her in a tangle of multicolored tentacles, the incubus’ mantle expanding and contracting as it breathed just as rapidly Vinnie. Cursing her own lack of inhibition, Vinnie struggled to her feet while her eyes ran diagnostic programs, little glitches and error messages appearing in the peripherals of her vision. Suchong scampered from behind his hiding place over to Vinnie, curling around her ankles and making happy squeaks to see his master had awakened.

“Ok, ok maybe that wasn’t the best way to, to do the training.” Vinnie scratched Suchong along his spine as Gezora watched, coiling its tentacles malevolently. “Though, I did like that. I did like that very much. I guess I should reward good behavior Suchong?” Vinnie tossed the incubus the rest of the chicken, sitting back down among the tentacles of her new pet. The many arms were still soaked in her own vaginal fluid, and as they writhed Vinnie couldn’t help but long for more time with her burnished, sexual shadow. Maybe she’d skip on the combat training for the next few days, just so she could get to know herself better.