Midnight Bliss

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Chapter 2: Invitation

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"You were tasty," the vampire said, clambering to his feet as he licked the traces of Blue Calhoun's blood off of his lips. "A tantalizing bit of tartness to your blood, but I expect that of a warrior."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said unenthusiastically, not quite sure if it was or not. She moved to stand up, but Demitri stopped her with a pressing of fingers to her breastplate.

"Lie there a while. You'll want to rest for a bit." The vampire brought her another glass of port, and then fetched something from a drawer. Calhoun saw it to be a large scarf, which the vampire unfolded and wrapped about her neck over the bite wound. "There...good as new."

"Yeah right."

Demitri Maximoff chuckled. "Well, it will do for now."

"I'll bring a bandage next time."

The hematophagous demon raised an eyebrow. "There will be a next time?" he asked enthusiastically.

"I didn't mean it literally."

"Well, I'll let you know that you are most welcome to come back any time." He bowed graciously to her, and then he turned to look at C.P., who had moved to the far end of the room and was staring at himself in a full length mirror. The transformation had occurred as predicted, changing him into an irresistibly attractive woman.

He glided down to the Cy-Bug Prime, who now appeared as a medium height human woman with tanned skin and pale, shoulder-length hair. C.P. wore a knee-length cocktail dress of a fabric that matched his original carapace color, complete with the lighter blue stripes. His eyes were an enchanting light blue, though in his ears hung large earrings of clustered blue rhinestones, very much evocative of his insect eyes.

Demitri floated behind C.P. and admired the new creation. "It's a good thing your friend allowed me to feed upon her. I don't think I could resist you if my stomach weren't already full."

"I suppose that's high praise coming from you," C.P. replied, looking at Demitri's reflection in the mirror. The monster hovered over his shoulder leering.

"It is," the Makai demon smirked.

"You're salivating," said C.P. somewhat disgustedly.

"Am I?" Demitri drew back, and then he laughed. "You're not what you'd hoped to become, but I must say you're very attractive like this." He shifted closer and placed one hand onto C.P.'s shoulder while running the other through the soft shoulder-length hair. "There are other things I enjoy women for too, besides a source of nourishment," he whispered with hot breath.

Ignoring the demon's lecherous comment, he tested the zipper that ran from the neckline of his dress to the hem, opening it find a barely there black bra underneath the metallic fabric. "How long do you think this form will last."

"About five hours. Sometimes a little more. Sometimes a little less." Demitri buried his nose in a handful of the blonde hair and inhaled deeply.

"And then I turn back into a pumpkin..." C.P. sighed.

Demitri chuckled. "You and your delicious friend are welcome back here at any time you wish to become something other than a pumpkin. Have you chosen a new name for yourself? A new name to go with your new body?"

C.P. thought for a moment, looking himself over again. "I am Cy-La, Queen of the Wastelands and Mistress of the Pyramid."

Demitri smiled toothily. "A fine name, full of exotic images and alluring mystery. Now, let's go show the sergeant what her phlebotomy has paid for. He turned Cy-La by the shoulders and nudged her back in the direction of the couch.

"C.P., you're gorgeous," stammered Blue Calhoun as the altered robot came forward. She sat up slowly and looked him up and down.

"It's now Cy-La, Queen of the Wastelands," said Demitri.

"And Mistress of the Pyramid," Cy-La added with a flourish of her hand. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Very. You're not male, but are very beautiful. So what now, Cy-La?" Blue Calhoun asked.

"Well I suggest you go have fun with your changed form," Demitri suggested. "It should last about five hours. Maybe go look for some lesbians? Then you could enjoy the best of both worlds."

"I hadn't thought of that. What an excellent idea!" A new enthusiasm rose. "Do you know any?" Cy-La asked Demitri.

"You'll have to do your own searching," Demitri grinned. He walked over to the couch and helped Blue Calhoun to rise. "Have a fun evening. Don't get into too much trouble."

"I won't...but him...well..."

"Her," he said with a wink.

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Blue Calhoun and Cy-La floated into Game Central Station on the sergeant's hoverboard, where Blue Calhoun was immediately spotted by a group of soldiers from the original Hero's Duty. "Hey! Sarge! Come drink with us!" called out one of the black armored men. "We're heading for Tapper's. Bring your friend." The members of the two different Hero's Duty games mixed easily together and enjoyed each other's company, and like the two Calhoun's, they even enjoyed the company of their own twins.

"Let's go with them," said Cy-La. Tapper's is a great place to meet people. Maybe after that we can go over to Dance Dance Revolution."

As the two women approached the men all began to notice the sergeant's companion and gathered close as the cruiser dropped down for a landing. As could be expected, they all looked at her in amazement and appreciation. Loya was the first to introduce himself, and he smiled, trying to be as charming as possible. The others followed quickly, kissing Cy-La's hand and falling over each other offering to be the first to buy the girl a drink. Markowski took her by one elbow and Spears by the other and started escorting her in the direction of Tapper's.

Cy-La just found it all very amusing, quickly realizing how attractive the men found the new form. It hadn't just been the Sarge's and the vampire's opinion.

Getting to their destination they found an empty counter and gathered, Tapper immediately sending six rootbeers in their direction.

"And what's your name, cutie?" asked Kohut.

"I'm Cy-La, Queen of the Wastelands."

"What game are you from? We've not seen you around here before, and I'm sure we would have noticed you."

"Oh, I was just recently unlocked," Cy-La giggled, dodging the question. "So of course you wouldn't have seen me."

"Are you a playable character?" asked Markowski.

"Nope, just an NPC."

"And you're friends with Blue Calhoun?"

"She's my girlfriend," Cy-La giggled.

"Correction. She wants to be my girlfriend," grumbled Blue Calhoun.

Four hearts collectively stopped beating.

"Oh, so you're not into guys."

"Not really," she said, setting down her empty mug, knowing exactly what they were thinking.

Four hearts collectively sank.

"I was hoping to find a girlfriend since the Sarge is just so unbending."

"That's a Calhoun character for ya'," agreed Markowski. "Unbending. Have you ever watched her give us her pep-talk at quarter alert?"

"No," lied Cy-La.

"It's not flattering, not in either Hero's Duty game."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cy-La," Blue Calhoun mumbled.

Cy-La laughed. "But I love you anyway, Sarge."

Blue Calhoun rolled her eyes.

Cy-La took Markowski's half-full mug out of his hands and drank the contents. "Goodness I'm thirsty," she said wiping off her lips. "This stuff tastes so good tonight."

"I know what you mean," said Blue Calhoun, looking into the bottom of her own empty mug. "I think I'm just a bit dehydrated though."

Spears hollered to Tapper for another round.

Kohut naturally had noticed the scarf wrapped as a bandage around Blue Calhoun's neck, and finally he found a moment to ask about it. "What's with the bandages?" he questioned. "I see a little blood on the cloth."

"Mosquito bite," replied Blue Calhoun coolly.

"One hell of a mosquito."

"Big bad demon mosquito," she chuckled.

"Let me see." Kohut had never understood his constant desire to look after the Calhoun character. At first he thought it was just him having been somehow linked to his Calhoun through their game's Code. But on meeting Blue Calhoun he found the same instinct pulling him to her as well. And after meeting Blue Kohut, his counterpart, he realized that his twin had the same instinct, to be there at her side, looking after her, watching her back. He reached up and pulled back the scarf, exposing the twin punctures and the swelling bruise surrounding the wounds. "Mosquito?" he queried. He glanced up at her with narrowed eyes.

"That's what I said, soldier," she replied in a tone of voice that threatened if he pressed further.

Tapper sent more drinks their way and they drank and laughed and the guys started telling Cy-La stories about themselves, to which she listened intently. It was so different being a human woman compared to being the Cy-Bug Prime. The men acted so differently. They were gentler... sweeter... better all around. Bumbling Markowski had some grace and self-confidence. By-the-book Kohut had something of an impish smile and a mischievous demeanor. Cold Spears seemed warm and affectionate. Haughty Loya was willing to step down and serve.

Even Blue Calhoun was noticing the change in the men's actions.

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When she came back from a visit to the ladies' room, Blue Calhoun was rather surprised to find Cy-La in Loya's arms receiving a few kisses from the big soldier, and Cy-La obviously enjoying the attentions. "What happened to looking for chicks tonight?" Blue Calhoun inquired of Cy-La, taking her spot beside Kohut again.

"I'm still looking," Cy-La giggled, taking a breath. "I just wanted to try out these lips," she said, pointing at her mouth. "This kissing thing is great."

Spears leaned toward her. "Want to try them on me too?" he offered.

Blue Calhoun groaned. Where should the line be drawn?

"Sure!" squeaked Cy-La enthusiastically, and she grabbed Spears' head between her hands and pulled his face to hers.

And when each of the four Hero's Duty soldiers had been soundly kissed, she bounced giddily and drank the rest of Loya's rootbeer.

"Cy-La, are you sure you don't like guys?" questioned Markowski, gazing at her with a lovesick expression.

"Well...not usually."

"Oh, so now you're not completely over the river then?"

"I don't seem to be, not after that kissing fun."

Kohut winked at her. "If we keep kissing you, do you think you'd change your mind about looking for a girlfriend?"

"Cy-La. Stop teasing the boys," said Blue Calhoun, suddenly deciding where the line needed to be drawn, and drawn quickly before things got out of hand. "Tell them your real name."

"What? Why?"

Blue Calhoun just gave her a stern look.

"Awww...all right," she sighed. And when she told them, they all stared.

Markowski gawked at her up and down in disbelief, mouth hanging open. Kohut choked on his rootbeer and turned away so as not to cough it all over the table. Spears wiped his mouth on the back of his glove with a disconcerted grunt and then quickly drank what was left in his mug. Loya touched her on the arm, and then prodded her with a finger. And then he tugged off his glove and touched her with his bare fingers.

"See! A real woman," Cy-La said proudly.

"She feels real. It's not an illusion," he gasped.

"A-Amazing!" stammered Markowski, leaning over to take her hand. He spread her fingers and looked at the hand closely.

"Nope, not an illusion. Couldn't you tell when you kissed me?" Cy-La beamed.

Loya kept touching her. "Your skin is warm"

"Your hands are cold," Cy-La smirked, and Loya immediately pulled his hand away and tucked it beneath an armor plate to warm it.

"My hands are warm," volunteered Markowski, and he pulled off his gloves and began to feel her body. Soon the testing feels became serious gropes as he pawed at her thin waist and full hips. "I can't believe it. She's totally real."

"How would you know. Have you ever touched a woman?" questioned Spears.

"I'm touching one right now." And suddenly he paused. "I hope you don't mind, Cy-La...C.P...whatever you want to be called."

"No I don't mind. It actually feels pretty nice to be touched in this body. I'm so much more sensitive to it than in my Cy-Bug form."

"And your final form, I'll bet," said Kohut, having recovered himself.

"I think this is my final form. I just unlocked it tonight. Want a feel?" she offered.

"I'm saving myself for Sonja Blade from Mortal Kombat," Kohut chuckled.

"Really? So was I! But she's not here tonight it seems," replied C.P.

They all laughed.

"Ugh...I can't believe I kissed you," moaned Spears.

"It's okay." Cy-La patted him on the arm. "Besides, you're a better kisser than Blue Spears. But don't tell him I said that."

They roared with laughter again.

"So are you...what? Permanently stuck like this?" asked Loya.

"It's supposed to last about five hours...well only about four now, and then I'll change back."

"And are you liking it?"

"Loving it! I can grope a nice pair of titties all I want and not get slapped," Cy-La laughed and gave hers a squeeze.

Even Blue Calhoun was laughing. C.P. could be charming no matter what form he was in.

"I'm loving it too. You really are something to look at," said Markowski. While Demitri seemed to have that disgusting leer, Markowski just goggled like a hopeless fanboy.

"Why thank you. You may have a feel again," C.P. teased, bending forward in his direction.

"No, because you'll probably slap me," he smirked and reached for his rootbeer instead.

"Oh, probably. We women are like that. Our emotions turn on a dime, right Sarge?"

"You are so right," she said sweetly, followed by a snarled "so you all had better be good to us!" She and Cy-La laughed and slapped a high-five together.

The six hung out for another round of drinks, joking and laughing and having a good time. But Kohut noticed that Blue Calhoun was looking rather pale and that she kept yawning. Her hand kept going to her bandaged neck and fingering the area of the wound lightly. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked quietly so as not to draw much attention to her.

"Quit 'yer worrying. It's just a mosquito bite," huffed Blue Calhoun in exasperation. "Okay, a six-foot-six, 220lb mosquito."

Kohut chuckled. "I'm just looking after you. Still...you should get this looked at. Let me take you back to Hero's Duty. We've got a medic there."

"I'll be fine, Kohut," she insisted. "So quit your worrying. That's an order." She turned away and muttered: "you're as bad as my Kohut. Oh wait, you're just like my Kohut. Besides, I'm still drinking."

The man sighed. "You know, since I'm not your Kohut I don't have to take orders from you. And there's nothing to stop me from dragging you back to my game and having you checked out."

"There's enough checking out going on here already," she smirked and gestured with a nod of her head toward Cy-La. The Cy-Bug girl had gone up to Tapper's station and was leaning onto the counter talking to Tapper while the men drinking nearby were all ogling her rump. And when she stood up to return to her own table, most of them passed her hastily scribbled notes, presumably with names and in-game addresses written on them.

"Hey, let's head back to Hero's Duty," said Kohut to the others. "It's getting a bit late."

"Already?"

"Tomorrow's Triple-Token Thursday...long day ahead for us." He was right. The Hero's Duty games were usually played non-stop on Thursdays.

They paid their tab and left, and headed out into Game Central Station. As Blue Calhoun turned to head toward Code Blue, Kohut put a hard hand on her shoulder. "Not yet, Sir. You've got a date with our doctor first."

Blue Calhoun glared at him, and hoped her twin would show up and rescue her, but she'd not seen Calhoun for a few days actually. "All right," she surrendered. "Then can I go home?"

"Of course."

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"Midnight Bliss" continues in:

Chapter 3: Temptation

Chapter 4: Consummation

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