Porn World!
By Jim Robert Bader
(Once again, my thanks to Takahashi &
the other creative talents whose characters I borrow for the purposes of this decidedly peculiar Lemon series...)
The Fourth Helping
HENTAI ALERT-LEMON ZONE AHEAD!
CONTAINS SCENES OF A GRAPHIC SEXUAL NATURE INVOLVING TEENAGED AND ADULT INTERCOURSE,
LARGELY FEMALE-TO-FEMALE WITH SOME FEMALE-
TO-MALE SEXUAL INTERACTIONS DEPICTED HERE IN SOMEWHAT COLORFUL DETAIL. THIS IS A WORLD WHERE A MAGICALLY CHARGED PLAGUE VIRUS HAS KILLED THE MAJORITY OF MEN ON THE EARTH WHILE INFLICTING UPON THE WOMEN PERPETUAL YOUTH AND VITALITY, COUPLED WITH A SEX DRIVE THAT IS NOT TO BE SERIOUSLY UNDERESTIMATED. THESE GIRLS WILL SCREW ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT THE DROP OF A SILK KERCHIEF WITH NO MORE THOUGHT INVOLVED THAN IN GIVING A HANDSHAKE. OOC BEHAVIOR IS THE RULE HERE, SO LET THE READER BEWARE LEST HE OR SHE FALL PREY TO THE RAGING LIBIDOS OF THE WOMEN IN THIS SERIES. YOU HAVE BEEN DULY WARNED!
Tokyo, Japan Mishima Heavy Industries Neo-Testing Facility
"Ladies," Natsume Akiko proudly announced to the government officials presently gracing her office, "Thank you for taking the time to attend this briefing. I know that you all have many important responsibilities to attend to, and that you are anxious to learn about the current successes of the project, so I won't waste your time with preliminaries. What say we all get right down to business."
The Ministers from the Diet, the Home Defense and Health offices all sat stony-
faced in silent anticipation that their host would do exactly that and get on to explaining if their hopes and aspirations were about to be met or dashed to pieces in the next several minutes. A less intrepid soul than Akiko's might have been anticipated by their aloof indifference, but she was of sturdier stuff than the usual business executive and so ignored their chilly reactions as she instead directed the projection booth to produce the slides that would help illustrate her technical lecture.
"Ladies," she began once again, knowing full well that there would be no gentlemen present, let alone for addressing, "You are all aware of why Project Marionette was commissioned five years ago, and what the program objectives were when you asked Mishima Industries to explore the possibility of replacing human men with android replicas who might...how shall I put this? Satisfy various social objectives. Since then we have had a number of successes and failures with the program, but now I can report to you that we are definitely moving ahead with a working prototype that we have titled as Project NK-1127, code named Neko-Akira."
She nodded and the appropriate slides revealed the inside working diagrams for the prototypes body, with an internal schematics breakdown that was full of technical points and equations.
"This prototype is based upon the early research of my late husband, Natsume Kyusaku," Akiko's voice trembled a bit as she pronounced the name, but then she steadied her nerves and continued, "Before his untimely death...as well as the demise of nearly every human male upon the planet...my husband theorized that a working model of a synthetic being could be developed that copied and mirrored the functions of a living human being. The only problem was that certain functions of the human brain were not so easily replicated, such as the Hypothalamus and Pre-Cambrius, to say nothing of the Frontal Lobes and other critical functions of neural wiring that biology still has one up over us. Until now we could mimic some functions of the brain, but not to a degree that would create a satisfying simulation of higher brain functions critical to the success or failure of the program."
She signaled for the next slide to be produced then said, "However...it was conjectured by my husband that complete duplication of the brain might be possible through one of two very key developments, the last stumbling blocks, as it were, to our creation of the Marionette series that is being developed-even as we speak-for later market testing prior to widespread distribution. Series A, the first test models, used baseline circuitry boxes that permitted them to act in a way that was less mechanical and artificial, but still a clunky design and a long way from our objective. Series 'B' used more compact circuitry and could be built more in conformity with the human design, but still a very crude stepping stone in the gradual evolution towards artificial intelligence. The C-
class were highly successful and adaptable and became the models for our front-
line combat model, classified as the Black Magic-69 series of infiltrator androids. For reasons of space, size and a desire to make them more aesthetically pleasing than their immediate predecessors, they were given a somewhat Androgynous, even Bishonen look, but still quite clearly artificial..."
The Ministry of defense raised a hand and said, "What about the incident that occurred...?"
"Yes, yes," Akiko waved the point aside impatiently, "That was regrettable, but we managed to contain the collateral damage to a single city block, and the loss of life was minimal at worst. Besides, you can't expect to make an omelet without breaking a few eggs...teething pains within the program and all that..."
"Minimal?" the representatives of the Diet responded to this, "The Program Director's own niece was nearly killed by that thing when it went on automatic Assassin mode, and the public relations embarrassment this caused us..."
"Was well within containment," Akiko insisted, "It's true the niece was shaken up by the experience, but she managed to land herself a girlfriend, and I understand that they've been happily married ever since, so no harm done..."
"If you discount property damage in the billions of yen," the Health Minister noted.
"Yes, of course," Akiko continued, "We have since improved and upgraded the model so that it will be easier to manage, and we've greatly improved the AI capability of their control circuit boxes while enabling them to appear more...human. Which brings us several generations down the line to the J-class Androids that we call Saber Marionettes, a vastly upgraded version of the Combat Model G-class androids, complete with higher function processor units that we are called 'Maiden Circuits.' These are, to date, the most effective variation of the combat-effective design yet ready for sale on the open market."
"Certainly a lot more effective than live troops," the Health Minister grumbled, to which the ministers for the Diet could only concur and the Defense Minister glowered darkly.
It was a curious side-effect of the plague that had killed off all the men that the effective role for the military had been similarly impacted. Since over ninety percent of the soldiers in the world had been men, this sudden loss of military might meant that those nations that did allow women into the military had a dramatic advantage over those that did not. Women automatically rose into prominent military roles throughout the entire world from the top on down, and the laws forbidding them from front-line combat roles had been rather universally rescinded. Arab and Muslim countries now boasted as many female soldiers as the state of Israel and the nations of NATO combined, and like every other major industrial power in the world they trained their woman hard and effectively to make them as good as men, if not even better soldiers.
The problem was not in having women fill military roles...if anything, those women who volunteered or drafted for the service were even better soldiers per-
se than the men. After all (as has been noted by research) women are naturally more hardy than men, can survive in colder clients with less food and basic raw material than a male soldier would require. Even pre-plague women had better immune systems and a greater tolerance to disease than most male soldiers, so they made better survivalists, able to live off the land with intuitive skills most men take far longer to develop. Women also have greater communications skills and tend to be more hierarchical, more prone to following the chain of command (exempting only a few rebellious souls and independent-minded free spirits, who were a rarity in any case) and following orders with great precision and dedication. Women trained in combat were also less likely to run from a battle since-historically-they have more to lose if defeated, and so they are less likely to surrender or to want to be taken captive. They also fight with the tenacity of women defending their homes, "like lionesses guarding their cubs," as one philosophical soul once put it.
No, the problem was not women as soldiers per-se...it was rather the other side effect of the plague, the one that gave them super-aggressive libidos and a tendency to want to make out at the drop of a stocking. "Make Love, Not War" was the rule in play here, so put two groups of women on opposite teams facing off with one another and it invariably devolved from combat into a free-form orgy, and the side that won an encounter was usually the one that did not drop over from exhaustion.
In truth, the average soldier needed special medications to inhibit this tendency, and then the psychological conditioning to resist the impulse to want to "rape" your enemy instead of kill her. Soldiers-even highly trained snipers-still found a difficult time drawing a bead on a "cute" enemy with the intention of doing her harm and ruining her looks. More often than not battles between opposing armies turned into "Poaching" raids where entire armies would be kidnapped by their enemies and subjected to week-long bondage games where surrender was the objective and escape was not even a serious option.
This had tended to make the world a quieter place on the whole, but still many hard-line military sorts chaffed at the bit over their inability to resolve long-term disputes with their neighbors through the old fashioned method of blowing the hell out of the opposition. Negotiations were hardly all that better a solution since once again meetings devolved into sexual trysts between opposing generals and politicians, who had a tendency to forget what their disputes were about in the first place.
The solution had seemed to come in the form of using artificial soldiers, robots and androids, who could fight each other with old-style aggressiveness and not wind up dildo-humping the very soldier whom you were intending to shoot mere moments before hand. Thus the development of the "Sabers," combat Androids who might look human on the surface but were completely free from the effects of the virus and could keep their minds on the central mission objectives without distraction.
The problem there was that machines still lacked the sophisticated reasoning power of humans, and so-once they were sent out into the field-they tended to behave like mindless automatons and were difficult to "turn off" once they had achieved dominance over the field of battle. They needed special handling by human controllers, and then they were often subject to Electronic interference and break-down through ECM countermeasures. What was needed was an effectively autonomous system, one capable of making complex decisions and operating in the field without confusion or distraction.
"And so," Akiko continued in her lecture, "We come to our next and ultimate phase, the Y-class model, which is the NK-1127 that I have just mentioned, uses a different variation of this processor that we called the "Stud Circuit," and I think you will agree that it is a highly descriptive title."
She nodded to the side and through a pair of open doors a figure came striding in, smiling happily and saving to the ministers, who opened their mouths and stared back in open disbelief and confusion.
"Nihao!" the figure said cheerfully, "Neko-Neko Akira reporting for duty."
The ministers just continued to stare, for what they were seeing looked as impossible as it was mind-boggling for them to process. The figure stood almost six feet tall and was broad of shoulder, narrow of hip and yet well developed from chest to arms to thighs to legs, all slender and yet well-defined with muscle, not too bulky but just about right to give the figure the look of a male Adonis.
"A...a man?" the Minister of Health stammered.
"A Marionette," Akiko revealed, "The most advanced model ever developed, entirely human in appearance yet with a machine body that is biosculpted to precise detail employing microprocessor work and artificial anatomical features that were not available to the earlier J-class model. Of course, both J and Y are light-years ahead of the prototypes being developed by our rivals as Genome industries, but NK-1127 here can pass himself off in a crowd as a man and not be detected as an android. This is due to having both a living replication system that smells and feels like human skin and muscle, but also to possessing a full range of emotional and intellectual capabilities. In fact, while Akira here may seem a bit simple-minded on the surface, he is more than able to engage you in regular conversation, albeit his vocabulary is still a bit short of full adult range."
"How was this done?" the Minister for the Diet asked, "You said the human brain was still too complex to replicate..."
"Sadly, this is true," Akiko sighed, "But we did find a way around that thanks to another theory that was offered by my husband. The idea is to take the brain of a dead animal and transfer it into the central relay processor housing at the core of the android's brain, and by using living tissue to augment the robot's brain, we are able to work around our previous limitation in order to produce the marvel of technology that you see here before you."
"An animal's brain?" the Defense Minister asked, "What sort of animal?"
"Ahem, well..." Akiko displayed the first signs of nervousness as she came to this particular topic, "We did explore many options, first with rats and primates, then with other types of laboratory animals, but then inspiration came to me one day and I hit upon the concept of using Cats as the brains of the NK-
1127's system..."
"Cats?" the Minister of Defense repeated, "Why cats?"
Akiko could only smile at that, not wanting to admit that the real story behind the NK series was what happened to her a year before when she was so frustrated over a minor dispute with a lover that she had driven herself home from work that day instead of using her company helicopter. The accident was entirely her fault and she still felt terrible about it, but how could she had known that a pair of cats would be crossing the street at that particular moment? To the shock of anyone who knew Akiko (and who considered her as cold-hearted an iron bitch as ever ran a major company) she had wept like a child over what happened. After all, she had loved cats when still a child, and growing up alone from her teenaged years onward had made her feel the loneliness of her position. She was in her late thirties but still childless, her husband having perished before she could give him the baby she always wanted. A son or daughter would have been a nice consolation for her loss of a mate, and she had many times considered having what was left of her husband's sperm be inserted into her in order to produce a healthy (and preferably female) baby, a child who might one day want a pet of her own, most probably even a kitten...
And then recalled that it was snowing all around her, and a desperate idea hit her with pure inspiration. If she packed the two cats in ice she might still get them to Mishima laboratories to rectify her error. She could not restore them to life in their ruined bodies, perhaps, but their brains might still be active, and they had yet to try a cat's brain in the place of the other animals they had so far been using...
The success of her desperate gamble had amazed even her...and yet equally appalled her sometimes since her two children (as she tended to think of them now) had both proven to be more of a handful than she ever would have imagined. She considered them her babies, of course, both Atsuko and Akira, but she was still pragmatic enough as a businesswoman to know that the male form of human cat was the ticket she needed to proving her ideas before the Ministers and Board of Directors.
"Momma-san?" Akira asked as he turned to look at her with a curious expression.
Akiko smiled as she felt the warmth of being called "Mother" wash over her, but then she steeled herself outside and said, "The other animals we used proved to be...somewhat less than ideal. A cat, on the other hand, has a natural survival instinct that was lacking in the ape and rat models, to say nothing of his natural resilience and facility in other...um...capacities," Akiko glanced away, feeling herself blush in spite of herself at the unintentional double-entendre.
"Other...capacities?" the Minister for Health repeated.
Akiko had to pause before she spelled it out for then, "The other aspect of our research into Stud Circuits on the civilian end is to sell mass-produced Marionettes who can serve in the capacity of domestic labor...that and the more...recreational uses to which they can be put."
"Recreation?" the Defense Minister said blankly.
Akiko had to sigh at this, remembering that one of the other aspects of the New World Order was the fact that-while most Heterosexual women tended to be scatterbrained and easily distracted about sex-it was full-fledged lesbians who tended to rise the most often to the top of the social pyramid due to their ability to harbor more control over their sexual urges, so naturally some in the room would not "get it" without additional clues to help them past the psychological hurdle.
Fortunately one of the two ministers for the Diet was a bit quicker on the uptake, "You mean...you intend to sell androids whose purpose is to provide lonely women with...male companionship? Is that what you plan on doing with our tax dollars?"
"Not at all," Akiko smiled, "I plan to sell them for a profit, while the androids you commissioned will be an elite class strictly reserved for official functions, such as home defense and other important duties..."
"Um..." the other member of the Diet asked uneasily, "But...are they...functional?"
"Fully functional," Akiko smiled, "And unless you pay close attention you'd never know the difference between them and biological men. Well, except for the fact that they won't roll over and fall asleep after fifteen minutes...and they won't waste time on sports or motorcycle magazines, and they can be taught to be sensitive and accommodating to the needs of their owners, and they can even be trusted to take care of the children, and they will even ask for directions when they need to..."
"In other words," the Defense Minister replied, "They're like women...except for the change of equipment. Are you sure you didn't program them to be gay?"
"The concept is meaningless since they can be programmed to respond to either gender," Akiko shrugged, "But as they will only need to focus on their female owners..."
All at once something came bounding into the room, surprising Akiko and the Ministers, some of whom yelped in dismay as the tiny form landed on the main business table, wiggled its nose at them, then took off for the far end of the chamber.
"Mousie!" Akira cried happily, and all at once he went bounding from where he was in pursuit of the fleeing lab rat. The rat proved more agile than the android cat-stud, however, and Akira wound up crashing into said wall, then plunging through it, leaving a big hole in his passage.
Akiko just stared in dismay while the ministers collectively blinked their eyes, then a woman wearing a lab coat came in through the side entrance, saw Akiko standing there and called out, "My lady, I'm so sorry, but one of our experiments got loose and is running at large throughout the building. Did you happen to see it?"
One of the two ministers for the Diet just pointed to the far end of the chamber and the new man-shaped exit that had been next to the actual door. The technician saw this and said, "Oh...well, all right then, that explains the explosions and...um...never mind..."
Akiko just sighed and massaged her temples, "Arisa...Kyouko-chan? Would you mind tending to this?"
From the projection booth came a pair of feminine voices who chorused, "Hai, Akiko-sama."
The Defense Minister pointed to the wall and said, "Just how powerful is this prototype anyway?"
"We...are still running tests on that," Akiko replied, "But the combat model, which my son most definitely is..."
"Son?" the Minister of Health asked with a lifted eyebrow."
"I mean...model NK-1127 is fully functional and equipped with combat abilities that make the BM-69 unit look like a cheap windup toy. To put it in the mildest terms imaginable, there is not a combat system in the world that can match Akira when he gets...playful. Even the model Js are not so formidable when pressed into combat service."
The Defense Minister nodded then said, "I'll want more details on this, but if you can mass produce that model, then you'll have yourself a contract."
"And...when will the more domestic versions become available?" one of the Diet ministers inquired.
"As soon as we have the test results and can develop a more cost-effective and...less destructive model," Akiko turned to the technician and said, "Will two years be an acceptable deployment?"
"My lady?" the technician asked with surprise, wondering just how in the world she was supposed to come up with that estimation on the spur of the moment, especially given their problems working the bugs out of the earlier models.
"Fine," the Diet Minister smiled to her colleagues, "Then we can report back to the committee that the project is on schedule and you should have more promising results at our next meeting."
"I still want to know the combat abilities of the NK model and what version you can produce to augment the J units already under construction," the Defense minister added before the meeting broke up and the ministers were ushered back out into the main lobby.
Akiko lost her plastic smile and turned to her technician, scowling fiercely until the other woman looked ready to have a panic attack, then she very precisely asked, "You let that...creature get loose during my board meeting? How could you commit such a heinous blunder?"
The technician swallowed, "My lady..."
"Report to the punishment room on level twelve," Akiko replied, "That will be all."
Knowing better than to question her superior, the technician filed out of the room looking both nervous and worried as though anticipating a very long Marquis DeSade session with the "Motivational Instructor."
Akiko meanwhile touched her watch and said, "Arisa, fire up Poison One, just in case you need it to find my son. And do be careful about the amount of live ordinance you use in population zones. We are still paying off lawsuits for that stunt you pulled the last time."
"Hai, Akiko-sama," her subordinate replied, leaving Akiko to wonder if her two most loyal employees might themselves need some "Motivational Training."
"Momma-san?" a familiar voice called out.
"Ah, Atsuko-chan," Akiko turned around and smiled at her daughter, "Such a good girl you are, and what have you to report?"
"Akira is out having fun?" the female NK-1124 unit responded, seeing the whole made by her now-absent brother.
"Only for a little while," Akiko reassured her, "Arisa and Kyouko are out fetching him back."
"Okay," the Cat-brained girl smiled as she turned back and reported to her mother, "Nuku-Nuku wanted to tell Momma-san that she intercepted a report from one of our warehouses...someone broke into the facility and appears to have made off with one of our prototype units."
"WHAAAAT?" Akiko blurted out, "But how? Who would do such a thing? How did they get past our security?"
"Nuku-Nuku does not know, Momma-san," Atsuko replied, "But Nuku-Nuku thought it important enough to tell Momma-san that Unit Model SMJ-47 is no longer at the facility."
"SMJ-47?" Akiko had to blink twice before saying, "But...that was a defective prototype...the Stud Circuit on that model didn't work according to the protocols...who would take a malfunctioning unit?"
"Maybe someone who doesn't know it is defective?" Nuku-Nuku suggested.
"That hardly makes any sense at all," Akiko frowned, "To bypass my security one would need to be both intelligent, resourceful, bold and daring, but to break in and take a unit at random that is incomplete and barely functional?"
"Momma-san?" Nuku-Nuku asked, "Why are those three Marionettes considered defective?"
"It's...complicated, my dear," Akiko replied, "You see...this type of design was created by one of my most brilliant former employees, Geiltlin Lorelei. Unfortunately she suffered a lab accident that put her into a coma, leaving her partner and fellow research scientist, Geiltlin Fausta, to carry on her work as what turned into a private obsession. Three Stud special circuits were developed in a Tri-form complex that-when fully synchronized together-should theoretically create a brain wave pattern that Fausta believed could be used to stimulate Lorelei into full recovery from her coma. Unfortunately we were never able to find the right subject around which those Stud circuits could be harmonized to the appropriate wavelength, therefore I was forced to terminate the project...which Fausta refused to accept, and hence she left our company taking her research data and notes with her."
"So the project was warehoused because it was a failure?" Atsuko pondered this then said, "How sad. Nuku-Nuku wonders what happened to Fausta if she cannot win Lorelei back."
"That is my greatest fear as well, Child," Akiko admitted, "I fear that, for all her brilliance, Fausta may have gone a bit over the edge in her obsessions, and if so she might have taken her work to a foreign power to enlist their aid in furthering her Marionette research, or-even worse-one of our competitors, possibly even Genome. And you know what that means, right?"
"No," Atsuko honestly admitted.
"Never mind," Akiko sighed, running her fingers through her short brown hair, "Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, but the thought that Fausta might want to steal back the Stud circuits is ever in my mind. But it this was not her doing...then I wonder. Just what sort of idiot would dare break into one of my abandoned factory warehouses and risk such peril, even for such a highly advanced combat model...especially one with a defective Stud circuit?"
Otara Minamiya knew that she was an idiot for having allowed her friends to talk her into pulling off this stunt, but she could not help herself for having taken the actions that she did once she had successfully carried off her dare and had broken into that government run facility in search of its hidden secrets.
And now she was lugging some...guy home with her...a Marionette no less, like in those news reports of cutting-edge scientific breakthroughs on the horizon. Mishima Heavy Industries was said to be readying a product line for market that would be convincingly real and yet intelligent enough to make good companions. The questions-both ethical and logistic-that the existence of such a living doll raised were staggering, and so the challenge that had been issued by her friends that Otara get to the bottom of these "diabolical" creations. It was her duty as a hacker, to say nothing of a stunning prank that would surely secure her name in their club anals.
Besides which it was either that or go out with Hanagata, and frankly that girl was more than a little strange even by the standards of their high school.
Of course it was one thing to computer-hack into the security systems of the factory complex, and to disable those watchdog droids, then to infiltrate the factory itself using her martial arts skills until she came into the most secure computer array at the heart of the complex, where she intended to steal data from the core memory disks of the computer.
But she had not anticipated running into D and F-class Marionettes, who were programmed with "seek-and-destroy" orders and which were activated as the ultimate backup fail-safe security for protecting the complex. Otara had found herself outclassed by these tin-plated horrors and wound up taking refuge in the warehouse itself, whereupon she had stumbled onto a case containing a strange marionette, one she had accidentally activated while trying to discover an exit route out of the complex.
The Marionette had come to life unexpectedly and acted to defend itself against the other Marionettes, even protecting Otara when it was likely she would have been ground into hamburger by one overly destructive mecha. The Marionette's power supply had lasted just long enough to insure that she was safe and secure, then she had found herself staring up into its eyes and marveling at the sophistication of its construction. Surely this was the very evidence that she had come to find of what Mishima industries was up to, and yet her nearness to the thing had triggered a very strange reaction, one for which she had no rational understanding. It was almost like being in the presence of a human girl...only much, much more intense. The urge to hug and make out with him had been upon her almost before she knew it.
But then his battery had given out, causing him to collapse into her arms, whereupon he dragged her to the floor because he was unbelievably heavy, and without power he felt like a lead-weighted puppet. She had lain there staring up into his motionless face while trying to summon the strength crawl out from under him, and then she had hit upon a resolution.
She would take him with her...no, it! She had to remind herself that this strangely formed Marionette was an android, not human. And yet...it felt human...warm and soft to the touch, yet hardened underneath its layer of artificial skin as though its flexible musculature were formed around cables. From the way it had moved it was obviously a combat design of some sort, yet unlike anything else that Otara had ever imagined. Just why it was made the way it was, though, flat-chested and broader shouldered than a girl...was something she did not understand, anymore than she did the curious effect that just touching him had upon her...
Otara had to stop and think about why she kept using the unfamiliar inflection that implied a male pronoun. In truth she had never seen a man outside of a video or textbook. She had seen many records of what men were like, but they had all died off when she was too young to remember, so she had no idea what a real man was like, only that they were somehow...differently constructed from women.
This Marionette was obviously male, then...yet why go to all the trouble? Why not make it female so it could pass as a normal human? Surely anyone who looked upon him would tell in an instant that he was artificial...right? So what if he was...differently constructed from herself? He was till just an artificial substitution for the real thing...was he not?
And yet she recalled the name he had given himself, the words he had spoken to her before passing out, the simple statement he made of, "I am Lemon," which surely implied that he had some self-awareness and the ability to think and compute in coherent sentences and phrases. That meant that he must have an extremely sophisticated processor chip at the center of his primary systems, and that meant that he was worth closer study under the right sort of equipment, which was why she was dragging him along instead of leaving him behind...and so what if her dorm rooms were located in the same direction as the laboratory, eh?
"Lemon," Otara murmured faintly, "I will find out all that I can about you..."
For some reason this simple declaration made her feel better about her theft. She was not, after all, out to steal him or the various patents that went into his makeup (patents no doubt stolen by Mishima industries from their rightful inventors). She was doing research, nothing more than that, and if-in the course of doing said research-she just happened to test him out physically in order to determine how near to human he was, well...that was all to the better, right? All in the name of science and humanity, naturally enough. She just had to get him alone by herself and then...
Well...and then she would think of something, but only if she managed to get clean away from the scene of the crime, far enough to where she could trust herself to examine this android and determine what made him tick...and how the heck did you recharge his batteries anyway? Was there some kind of power socket or plug that she was supposed to hook up to a wall outlet or...?"
As if anticipating her thoughts the android suddenly stirred enough to murmur the word, "Food," in her ear, startling Otara to the point where she almost dropped him.
"Food?" she gasped, "You want to eat?"
"Need food...for fuel...Master," he murmured again very slowly, "Micro...processor... conversion...by fusion...can take organic matter...and transform...into power..."
"Oh," Otara caught on, then blinked, "You're fusion powered? But that would mean..."
"Shielded...not...harmful...radiation...Master," the android said again, "Electro-field...containment..." and then he went limp against her back once again, causing Otara to stagger once more under his considerable weight.
"That's a relief," Otara gasped, "Guess that means you're running on battery power now, huh? Then I'd better get you some food before you shut down altogether. Um...can you taste food? I mean...if you can, then you sure must have one complicated AI circuit, right?"
No answer.
"Lemon?" she asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"Okay...Master," came the faint reply before once again becoming dormant.
"Master?" Otara blinked, then shrugged him back onto her back and said, "Whatever. Just hope you're worth all this trouble. Um...any more like you back at that factory?"
"Two...brothers..." the android rallied once again, "Apple...and Blueberry..."
"Three of you?" Otara blinked again, "Why is that?"
No answer.
"Okay," Otara sighed, "Guess we can figure this out later. I only hope I don't come to regret this..."
Little did she suspect it then, but Otara was about to discovery first hand about Stud Circuits and Marionettes, and just what "Fully Functional" parts distinguished this android from the usual run of AI clones...but that is another story...
NERIMA Tendo brothel-ah! I mean, dojo:
Ranma knew he was in trouble after his third consecutive orgasm. Unlike his female form, his male form did not seem to have the resilience for multiple consecutive orgasms, and at the rate his fianc es were going it was very likely that he'd be drained completely dry long before they gave him another breather.
In truth being at the center of so much attention was hardly the most unpleasant experience of his life, but even with such comely companions as Ukyo, Shampoo and the Tendo sisters he was still feeling somewhat put upon with all of them demanding his favors with such passionate frenzy that it was as much that he could do to give them his best efforts. With all the training he had received thanks to the sponsorship of his mother he was quite the expert at lovemaking techniques of the Fem-to-Fem variety, but this new style of making love with a part of your anatomy that was grossly inflated and difficult to work properly? That was another story altogether, especially as it seemed to have a built-in limit to the number of times it could be used between rest-stops.
Still and all he gave it his best effort, trying to work it as he might a strap-
on-dildo, even though the differences were so enormous that he often had to pause than think on that, right before whichever girl he was pumping got impatient and started urging him to renew his vigorous humping of her love-box. So far he had only done it in the pussy since his mother say that rear and oral entry ought to be saved for special occasions, and yet still the thought that he was supposed to unload his discharges while deep inside these girls was more than a little gross to his way of thinking. His mother insisted it was for the good of the species, to perpetuate the race and all that, but somehow the idea of implanting his seed into these girls to make them carry his babies...well...it just made him squirm inside for some uncomfortable reason.
How nice of his mother to drop a bombshell like this on his head when he was just coming to meet some new girlfriends! One moment Ranma went from spitfire to wimp, from redheaded pigtailed love machine to hen-picked suitor being pawed over by four randy girls who wanted nothing less from him than to pump his eight-inch dick like crazy! Considering that Ranma had not even known that he possessed a dick until his mother had splashed him, it was an instant crash-
course in what it felt like being a man, the sort of idle speculation turned nightmare that many a girl never truly realized could feel this overwhelming and helpless. Like most girls her age, Ranma had grown up hearing stories about what men were like, but to find out that she actually was one in this manner was more than a little frightening, made worse by the fact that he had barely had more than ten minutes to sort things out in his own head between frenzied demands that he perform to the satisfaction of his fianc es!
Take Ukyo for example...his childhood friend and bosom companion, the girl that Ranma had grown up sparring with, and with whom he had indulged his first hesitant taste of girl-on-girl sex. What a transformation had come over her with the discovery of Ranma's true gender! One minute she's her usual perky, easy-going and friendly self, the next she became a glorious wanton who demanded that he give her penetrating satisfaction with the massive hard-on she induced on his poor new member. Ranma's first taste of pleasuring her was a blur in his own mind now of writhing limbs and groping hands with the incredible sense of poking her down below with his inflated "clitoris," and the amazement he felt upon seeing the hardened finger sink all the way into her with Ukyo shuddering in pleasure and demanding he do her like Ranma had never done her before with either dildo or vibrator.
Ranma was well and truly familiar with all the wonderful aspects of Ukyo's toned and well-muscled body, but now she discovered how different the tactile sensation was when groping her as a guy and doing all the special little things that he knew could send Ukyo into a sexual frenzy. Somehow she felt...softer now...much rounder and yet more sleek and smoother to handle since Ukyo was perspiring up a storm the longer and harder Ranma rode her to completion. It was an amazing thing watching a part of his own anatomy disappear into the cleft between her legs over and over again, and Ranma tried to imagine what it felt like to have something organic-as opposed to flexible rubber or plastic-down there since it did not seem very likely that Ukyo would be able to return the same favor.
The other girls had been encouraging him this time, but back at the restaurant Ukyo had been forced to share her first time with her "Ranchan-Kun" with the Amazon, Shampoo, yet the two girls had hit it off instantly and at once worked together to give Ranma a thrill for his first time ever doing a girl as a man, Shampoo actually helping to guide him back into Ukyo whenever he missed a stroke or pulled too far out. She was all over Ukyo giving the other girl encouragement and subtly manipulating her body so that Ukyo climaxed a whole lot sooner than she usually did, matching time to Ranma's own amazed climax since the way his girlfriend's loins had clamped down upon his manhood provided just the stimulus he needed to shoot his first wad ever into depths of a much-
satisfied Ucchan, and for a moment he felt on top of the world, as close to her as he had ever been and altogether satisfied to be holding her pert ass while he squeezed his jism deep through into her love-box.
The stunning revelation that this had given Ranma was the discovery that sex as a man could be good and very satisfying itself, an overwhelming sense of his own power taking over him at this point as he knew he was the dominant party in this exchange, that he gave while Ukyo yielded without complaint, a feeling of being the top dog with her for once rather than always having to compete with Ucchan to see which of them would get to mount the other. Nosiree...this time he mounted her and Ukyo eagerly let him ride her to a delightful and mutually fulfilling resolution, and to see the flush expression in her face as she looked up at him with absolute adoration in her eyes...truly priceless!
But that was when things changed, when Shampoo took over. The Amazon girl had been more than eager to help Ranma out by satisfying Ukyo with kisses, caresses and stroking, but now she pushed Ranma gently back before climbing on top of Ukyo and straddling her, looking down at the girl with a pleasant relish as Ukyo stared back in open-eyed wonder, then pinning Ucchan in place while raising up her fanny and giving a coy over-the-shoulder glance towards Ranma and telling him, "My turn, Airen...you give Shampoo as good as you give Spatula girl, yes?"
"Um...sure..." Ranma had swallowed, "I'll try..."
But getting his thing to work again had taken a bit more effort this time, it having gone surprisingly limp shortly after his climax, and it took a moment to work it back up to full erection. This process was, of course, greatly enhanced by the sight of Shampoo bending down and kissing Ukyo with deep tongue-action, and then the Amazon was all over the other girl, fondling and kissing her while holding Ukyo flat on her back to receive the generous bounty of the large-
breasted purple-haired girl's considerable ardor. It was with only mild effort that Ranma managed to get hard enough to push his tool into the sopping-moist pussy of the passion-fired Amazon girl, and then he went to work making an "Amazon Sandwich," giving Shampoo a good humping from the rear while Shampoo steadily pushed back against his every stroke, never once missing a beat as she went to town all over Ukyo, giving the other girl a full measure of her considerable ardor.
The amazing thing about Shampoo was that she was an even better lover than Ukyo, and far more experienced if Ranma was any judge about technique when it came to giving other girls a good tongue-bath. Considering that it was unlikely that she had ever known the touch of a man before, she took to the art of "cock-
humping" with considerable facility, and she was not at all hesitant about expressing her approval, or in dishing back as good as she was getting. Ranma had never encountered a girl so totally uninhibited about her sex (and that was saying a lot considering the adventures he had undergone during his travels). Ukyo was herself greatly surprised when Shampoo sucked on her breasts and all but milked her nipples before offering her own gorgeous mounds for the chef to sample in all their abundance. It was not difficult to determine how much Ukyo was warming up to this strange girl the longer she spent time making love to her, and soon you could not tell which of them was the bigger wanton, or the most into the act of pleasuring the other. Even experiencing it from his end Ranma was greatly impressed to witness them going at one another as though they were experienced old hands at this sort of thing, or long-time lovers who knew each other's most intimate pleasure secrets.
Indeed, just being a part of this was to generate enough heat for him to explode for the second time inside a girl, giving Shampoo a good internal "hosing" within the span of possibly no more than a quarter of an hour. That had given Ranma a taste of being in charge once again, as though he were climaxing inside both girls at one and the same time, and from the way Shampoo had shivered with delight upon feeling him going off inside her he knew that he would be doing this more and more often, and without having to be prompted by the sight of the Amazon giving Ukyo so much intense pleasure.
But once again the lethargy had overtaken him, twice as strong this time, leaving Ranma to feel momentarily weak and unsteady on his knees. He sank back, pulling completely out of Shampoo, which earned a disappointed protest from the other girl, who momentarily let off of giving good cunnalingus to an enthusiastic Ucchan.
"What is wrong, Airen?" the Amazon had asked, "Why you pull out of Shampoo? You no tired of me yet?"
"Uh...not that," Ranma gasped, panting up a storm, "It's just..." and then the rest of what he had been about to say got cut off by the splash of cold water over his body, instantly changing him back into a girl, which gave Ranma a sense of relief that was beyond words to convey as his exhaustion seemed to abate the next moment.
"Let that be a lesson to you, Young Master," noted the Amazon Cologne, standing over them all and smiling down with lust and approval, "Men are not as resilient as women...the act of climax takes more out of them than you realize. You must pace yourself and not rush to any...premature conclusions...and give your body time to recover before going at it each time. To do otherwise will be to overextend yourself, which could impair your health and future performance."
Ranma had stared up at the incredible body of the Amazon Elder, noticing the same sensuous curves and gentle roundness that he had noticed about Shampoo, her gloriously naked stature making her seem more Goddess than Human. But then a pair of supple arms went around Cologne's body and he saw his mother leaning up against her shoulder, smiling past Cologne before turning to give the blue-
haired woman a passionate kiss while cupping a breast and fondling a nipple.
"My son will prevail, never fear," Nodoka said, "I have raised him to have stamina and fortitude in abundance, and he has never failed to please Ukyo, or me, when I have tutored him in the ways of pleasuring a woman."
"Yes," Cologne replied, "But you taught your son as a woman, not a man. Indeed, when we agreed to lock him into his Jusenkyo state in order to protect him from the virus we were...concerned that it might not ever be safe enough to let him enjoy life as a man, but since then our research has determined that a few select individuals have survived under the protection of Jusenkyo, and the Virus seems to be ignoring them, provided they change shapes regularly, at least once a day or so. This also bears well with the fact that your son does not have the same degree of resiliency in his male form that he does as a woman. The Virus, after all, was designed to fortify the X chromosome while attacking Y chromosomes, so his transitory nature is the only thing that protects Ranma from the ravages that claimed his father."
Another pair of arms went around Cologne's body from the opposite side, then Kimiko Tendo mused, "So, in other words, to perform as a man he must still spent part of his time as a woman. That seems like a small sacrifice to be making, don't you agree, Nodoka-chan?"
"Yes indeed," Nodoka agreed as the two of them pressed up against Cologne's body and proceeded to work on her from a standing posture.
"Ah...yes..." Cologne reacted to their not-so-subtle influence but managed to remain coherent enough to say, "But just so your son doesn't wear himself out fulfilling his duties, you must always keep a container full of cold water on hand to douse him between climaxes. Two at one time is the recommended maximum...I do not recommend three or four consecutive orgasms as a man...it might weaken him considerably, and his immune system might not be equipped to handle the transition."
"But each time he changes he gets a portion of his strength back, yes?" Kimiko mused while nuzzling an earlobe.
"Ah...yes," Cologne had replied, "Jusenkyo curses do spur the healing factor with each...ooooh...each transition...that is so nice..."
"So if Ranma changes sex regularly while making love?" Nodoka asked as she sank down to her knees, painting a trail of kisses all the way down the Amazon's sinuous body.
"He should-OOOHHH-yes! He should be able to keep-aaaaaahhh!-at it...for a while...oooh, niiiicce...!"
"Then I'll be sure to tell my girls that Ranma-kun needs to change regularly while making love," Kimiko smiled eagerly while fondling both of Cologne's substantially firmed breasts, "I'm sure they'll remember that and follow their instructions, just so long as he continues giving them what they want..."
The rest of the conversation had tended to devolve around that point, but Shampoo and Ukyo had been listening intently, and they grinned at each other with conspiratorial looks before turning back towards Ranma.
"Uh...oh..." he managed to say before round two had commenced within that restaurant.
And now here he was in the Tendo household...performing for what had to be the tenth time in one day! Even as a girl that could get a little exhausting, but as a man? He had just climaxed three consecutive times, first inside Ukyo, Shampoo and then this wonderful sweetheart of a girl named Kasumi. And now he was being asked to perform a fourth consecutive time by giving this Nabiki her second "pony ride" since their first meeting? And without so much as a glass of water in sight to give him the respite he needed to get his pecker back in working order?
"What's wrong, Ranma-kun?" Nabiki asked as she looked down on him, "Don't you want to play with me some more?"
"Ah...it's not that," Ranma was still panting after that hard ride he had given this girl's older sister...and what a frenzied screamer that Kasumi could be! An amazing girl, and with a body that could almost match Ukyo and Shampoo for sure voluptuous rapture...
The girl, Nabiki, was a different cut from her sister...still very desirable, of course, with a slender body that curved in all the right places and legs that were long and supple, and a face that could inspire poetry (if you ignored her tendency to smirk like a preening cat) for all that she kept her hair cut short in a pageboy haircut. Her breasts were perfectly sized and made a good handful to grip hold of while he worked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and the feeling of his manhood sinking up into her love box was certainly like the caress of a velvet glove.
No, the problem was definitely not this girl he was now engaged to...it was him and his dread of having to perform for her, and the fear of what it might mean to climax a fourth time within her.
Off to the side he could hear Ukyo and Shampoo still at work "punishing" Akane for daring to hold back on Ranma's location back at the dojo. That it had been the idea of her sisters that Akane be bound up and spanked by the other two girls was only mildly surprising to Ranma's way of thinking. He had often "punished" Ukyo in a similar way when their mother had felt that the girl had behaved in some...inappropriate manner. Of course, that Shampoo and Ukyo were taking liberties with the youngest member of the household was also to be expected, even in spite of Akane's profuse protests that she wanted to remain faithful to her main girlfriends, Yuka and Sayuri!
Fidelity, like monogamy, was such a rare thing in these times, it was a pity to have to spoil this, but it was also the price one tended to pay for trying to "cheat" your older sisters of what they considered their fair due of fun...and besides, it did not seem as if Akane was suffering too badly at the moment, so Ranma turned his attention to the older sister, Kasumi, who seemed to have remembered her guest presently tied down to the coffee table, but clearly she was intending to make up for that negligence with passionate interest. Madoka Ayakawa was her name, or so Ranma believed that he had heard it mentioned in passing, not that he'd get much chance to ask her about that with Kasumi straddling her and feeding her bare loins to her "Madoka-chan's" face. Besides, to judge by the way Kasumi was urging the girl on it was clear that she was no stranger to providing such "entertainment" to a houseguest...
"Mind not on your work?" came the droll, mildly sarcastic voice of the girl currently straddling him, bringing Ranma back with a jolt to the here and now as he looked up at her with a faintly startled expression.
"Huh?" he asked by way of eloquent response.
"I know that I'm not the prettiest girl here, or maybe even the most athletic," Nabiki remarked, "But you could at least try to show that you're having a good time, even if you have to pretend it..."
"Oh, it's not that," Ranma apologized, moving his hands as they were already cupping her breasts, "I mean...you're very nice to look at, and I've got no complaints..."
"So what's the problem?" Nabiki asked, "I paid for this pony ride, and I'm expecting a good a nice humping for my troubles."
"I'm sorry," Ranma sighed, doing what he could to pleasure her nerve-endings, which did seem to achieve the desired result of helping her to relax on top of him, "I just need to catch my breath. Your sister..."
"Yes," Nabiki smiled, "Kasumi generally does leave her lovers feeling drained and exhausted, but you've only come twice so far in each one of us, so don't tell me you lack the stamina to keep it up much longer, big guy...do you?"
"Ah..." for some vague reason the challenging note in her voice stung his pride and made him want to teach her what else he was good for, but honesty compelled him to say, "Actually...Elder Cologne thinks I should pace myself as a guy. She says men need time to recover after a good hump...and when I shoot my wad two times in a row...It can feel pretty draining...not that I mean to cheat you from your turn and all that..."
"Well then what?" Nabiki asked, "What's the recommended daily usage?"
"Er...well..." Ranma replied, "She says I should switch genders to rest up a bit...I seem to have a lot more energy when I'm a girl and all. I mean...being a guy is...a trip, I feel a lot stronger and everything, but...well..."
"Aha," Nabiki grinned, "This solves the mystery. Momma once told me that Daddy, Kami-bless him, used to only be able to get it up a couple times in a night, and I've done research on this subject that says that it's a design flaw of the male anatomy that you can't do multiple orgasms...something about your body not being able to produce enough seminal fluid and all that..."
"Yeah, so you see, it ain't you..." Ranma decided to emphasize his point by moving his hands in a certain manner that always got Ukyo to croon like contented puppy, and it sure seemed to work here as Nabiki shuddered above him and gave the most delighted, kittenish kind of moan at that, "It's that damned problem with this body...I feel like I wanna take a nap after I climax..."
"No problem then," Nabiki said, reaching over to the pitcher of water that she had stationed near at hand for just such emergency uses, and with a splash converted the man below her into a gorgeous sputtering redhead, "I'll just take a raincheck on that pony ride and do you like a bitch in heat. How about that?"
Ranma-chan recovered from the surprising sensation of feeling her "manhood" retract back to a normal size clitoris even as she looked up at the sensuous girl still straddling her and said, "Uh...you mean that? You don't mind? Because I do kind of like you..."
Nabiki crouched down and brought her breasts down to where the nipples just barely grazed his chest, her eyes locked on the blue in Ranma-chan's eyes as she grinned, "And I kind of like you too...you're so darned cute the way you squirm down there, it just makes me want to cuddle you and smother you with my chest and do all kinds of naughty things to that petite body of yours, so if you really want to make it up to me..."
"Right," Ranma started to go at it, reaching around and squeezing Nabiki's taunt ass-cheeks, "You mean like that?"
"Ooohhh...yeah, that's the right stuff," Nabiki shivered, "Um...how long before you get your strength back...to do it as a guy again?"
"A few more minutes," Ranma-chan murmured as she compelled Nabiki to bring her chest within mouth range, then started to suckle from the bosom of her new girlfriend, murmuring between sucks, "Then when I...get back...to being a guy...I'll ride you...like a pony..."
"OOoooOOO-yeah...!" Nabiki groaned, "Keep that up and I'll definitely forgive you...and I can't wait for my pony..."
"Thought I'd find you here...screwing around behind my back, like always."
"Huh?" Ranma let off her suckling and turned to stare at a short haired stranger who was glaring angrily back from behind the porch, hands on hips and pretty face set in a glare of resolution. He also took notice of the cadet uniform that she was wearing, implying that she was enrolled in a Military Institution of some sort or other and held a rank not less than a full lieutenant.
"Oh my," Ukyo remarked, "I do love a girl in uniform..."
"I let you take a day job so you can earn your keep and you just use it as an excuse to pick up other girls," the stranger growled, "And who is this? Your latest floozy?" she pointed angrily at the girl currently straddling the other girl tied down to the coffee table.
"Floozy?" Kasumi blinked, "Oh my..."
"Ah-Akane-chan," Madoka nervously stammered, "I can explain everything..."
"Don't bother," the brown haired girl snarled, "I've got a pretty good picture from here, you...Cheater!"
Then all at once a wave of invisible force lashed out and caught everyone by surprise, Ranma as well as Nabiki, as they were all picked up and hurled around the room by invisible hands that seemed to grapple them everywhere at once and slam them to the far ends of the room before they even knew what hit them...
Continued.
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