Several months, several cases, and another visit to the trauma room later, it was finally the day. The day that everyone had been so excited to finally witness...

Motoko and Stella's wedding.

Despite not being very social, Stella and Motoko decided on a full scale church wedding, rather than a small civil ceremony. In particular, aside from their team mates at Section 9, the guest list included Lieutenant Holoway, Ran, Kurutan, Togusa's wife and kids, several of the Tachikoma's, Proto, and of course, Stella's own family, Kuroi and Taka.

Kuroi remembered very well the way that her daughter announced the wedding to her. She was sitting in her office one day when she received an image sent to her by Stella. Of course, she opened the file, and immediately scowled at her cheeky daughter's methods.

The image was of her daughter kissing Motoko, both with large smiles on their faces - if you could call what was left of Stella's face smiling - but very prominently facing the camera was Stella's right hand, her middle finger standing tall, with her ring finger curled slightly. All of her other digits were completely out of the shot.

However, after a moment of setting aside her offense, she realized that Stella had a ring on her ring finger... An engagement ring.

Letting out a sigh, she glanced at the subject line of the message, which she had somehow ignored the whole time. It simply said "You're invited."


Motoko knew of Stella's fetish for formal attire, so she decided to tease her fiance by wearing her formal military uniform up at the altar. Of course, for that added surprise, she was also currently using her futanari body - despite nobody knowing that fact - and had the most pleased smile on her face.

Elsewhere, Stella was fuming. She didn't take into consideration her latest on-duty injury would have even a minor effect on her wedding gown.

The injury in question was her shoulders. She broken both of her collarbones and then been shot through her shoulder blades by a pair of goons while she was down on the ground. After dealing with them accordingly, she was med-evac'd to the very hospital where she'd had her initial limb surgery nearly a year earlier.

True to her forming tradition, Stella's reconstruction was made of the black Titanium-alloy like the rest of her body, and true to design, the metal was both internal and external. So, her back was now adorned by two large metal panels and her collarbones were raised out of her flesh.

That was causing the shoulders of her dress to slide back and forth. She didn't like that, so she was extremely thankful that she'd thought ahead... for once.

With a quick flick of her thumbs, the straps fell away from her shoulders, reconfiguring the dress into a completely strapless design that tastefully accented her cleavage and left her shoulders free of the nuisance of the moving straps.

"Fuck it, let's just finish up so I can get back to my wife." Stella held up her hands after tossing the straps aside.

The assistants nodded with her order, then got to work with her makeup. Within minutes, she was cracking her neck with a determined fire in her eyes.

She was ready.


The instant that the organ music started to play, everyone stood up at full attention, turning to face Stella as she came into view near the entrance to the church.

Stella's heelblades clinked against the flagstones of the church for a moment until she stepped onto the thick red carpet, slightly muffling the sound.

For the second time, while wearing a dress, Stella had everyone's eyes on her the moment she walked into the room. This fact, combined with the evident attempt at a smile despite her metal jaw, she was positively glowing.

Today was her day, and nothing would stop that fact... or her.

Motoko was smiling too, and the moment that Stella came up to the altar, she felt like the happiest cyborg in the world.

She lifted the veil from Stella's face, and Stella immediately winked at her before the priest began speaking.

Both of them listened with rapt attention as the clergy droned on and on, until they heard that glorious sentence.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Stella nearly knocked Motoko back with her impatience. She wrapped her arms around Motoko's neck as everyone applauded.

"Now... You are all mine." Motoko pressed her forehead against Stella's, who immediately countered with a smirk.

"No, you're mine."


As cheeky as always, when it came time to cut the wedding cake - a towering vanilla mountain - Stella deployed her katana and cut the first slice with the weapon, rather than the slightly ornate steel knife sitting beside the cake.

Of course, her and Motoko ate the cake piece on the spot, and Motoko teasingly stuck her finger into the icing and smeared it onto Stella's nose, making her momentarily go cross-eyed as Motoko followed it up with a quick lick to remove the smear.

That small, quick moment was their favourite of all the pictures taken during the wedding party.


Home, after quite the lively party, and the two newlyweds had separated for only a few minutes, both of them getting themselves ready for their impending night of fun.

Stella had long since gotten over her fear of real-life bondage - inside her simulation was different, and much easier on herself to justify - so as she fastened the collar around her neck, she did so without so much as a moment of hesitation. It wasn't the only thing she was putting on either. She had a surprise for Motoko... A reference, of sorts.


Motoko's optical sensors weren't as advanced as Batou's or as up to date as Stella's, but she knew right away that Stella was waiting for her in the darkness of their bedroom. She just couldn't see her.

"Therm-Optic Camo?" Motoko called out teasingly, but Stella's seductively sadistic dark chuckle responded immediately.

"More like hiding in plain sight."

Motoko's ears pinpointed where Stella was hiding. She was likely laying on the bed that dominated their now shared room. She seemed to be wearing some sort of black headband and no lingerie, which in itself was surprising.

"So what are you hiding, my love?" Motoko lovingly smiled as she finally caught sight of a flicker of movement, revealing her new wife seductively laying on her side like a temptress. The headband was a pair of cat ears.

"I haven't moved." Stella chuckled, low and purr-like. Of course, that flicker of movement was her surprise for Motoko...

"Your tail says otherwise." Motoko smirked as she stepped into the room. "Cybernetic?"

"Coded and installed it myself, connected via a standard wireless signal to my cyberbrain." Stella's tail hypnotically swayed back and forth the whole time. "The physical connection method is less than desired, though."

"Should I be worried about that?" Motoko raised an eyebrow as she felt her prosthetic member twitch beneath her sharp business suit.

"No. It's just a buttplug." Stella replied, sitting up slightly as Motoko came within her reach. "Not that I mind anal... It's quite exhilarating sometimes."

"Well, do I have a surprise for you." Motoko smiled as her spare - unmodified - body disabled it's own Therm-Optic Camo behind her shoulder, already naked with a strap-on dildo firmly in place. "You ready, my little kitty?"

"Nyan~!" Stella's little meow made Motoko's heart melt... figuratively speaking. "For obvious reasons, my ass is off limits tonight."

"That won't be a problem." Motoko gently kissed the side of Stella's neck, while her mute doppleganger slid up behind Stella's back and began caressing the sides of her ribs down to her hips.


"Hmph... I should've taken more pictures."

Kuroi scanned through all the images of her newlywed daughter that she and Taka had taken during the procession and the following party. Too many cops and government agents for her personal taste, but she had to set those feelings aside. Today was her daughter's day to be on top of the world.

"Why?" Kuroi stared at the cake cutting picture she'd taken, the one where Motoko was licking the icing from her cross-eyed daughter's nose. "Why hasn't she figured out she's the rightful heir to a massive fortune?"