Her finger slipped, or perhaps it was her mind and there was brief jolt of sensation as the menus collapsed around her.
Selection confirmed!
Cyber-Oiran Pei_10_PI Recruited to the Commander's Crew
“I am programed for my Mistress’s pleasure… and your pain.”
Penelope’s voice, or vaguely synthesized emulation thereof, purred out the words erotically as reality clicked back in place and time moved forward.
“Wha-“
“Hannah, are you okay, you’ve barely touched your food?”
“What, where, how… huh?!” Her thoughts continued to be a blur as she tried to make sense of what had just happened and utterly failed. Blinking fast, looking for some sign of those menus and options and the sheer absurd breakdown of reality and sanity that had happened moments ago. But there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
“I’m… fine?” She didn’t sound fine, not even to herself, picking at her teriyaki chicken and mind wandering in a haze. She’d say she was playing to many games, but what else was there to do after sending out resumes and trying vainly for a better job then temp work and retail? At least part-time gave her time for her own hobbies, and maybe she’d luck out and make it big as a streamer.
At least that sort of used a communications degree.
“You really need to get out more. Maybe we should meet up some evening, spend some more time together,” Penelope said, before looking at her phone and frowning. “But not right now. Gotta get back to the grind. See you later Hannah.”
Her friend departed, leaving more questions than answers. Even more as the glowing blue circle appeared around her as she walked out of the café for a moment.
The fork dropping from Hannah’s hands as she blinked in confusion.
What the hell was going on?!
***
Later that evening Hannah sat at her computer, her rather minor stream about to start. She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d play for them honestly. The last few nights had been going through Abandonware and obscure classics that she thought were the coolest of the cool but the actual traction with the audience had been a bit more miss than hit. Maybe it was time to kick it up a notch?
“Okay, what to play… what to play…” An old Westwood game? Eh, too old for most. Those obscure D&D ones? They were mostly kind of lame. Everyone already knew about all the classic Warhammer games these days so that sort of killed her interest in showing off. No, she wanted something new, something novel, something to take her mind of the frustrations of the day and-
“Huh.”
When did she install that? Sitting inconspicuously in her gaming directory was an odd little folder named NTBattles and for the life of her she didn’t remember installing it. It was a whole game, some repack she must have grabbed and installed while doing her laundry or something and then forgotten about. Curiosity had her clicking the application and as the old school loading window popped up it only teased her interest with what information it provided.
Neo-Tokyo Battles! Real Time Strategy and Tactics in a Cyber-Punk Dystopia!
MATURE PLAYERS ONLY!!!
Rising megastructures obscured the skyline while the pixelated image showed a group of the dystopian warriors taking cover behind a dumpster. Some kind of hardened cyber-punk street warrior, a neon green mohawk and orange visor like glasses was ducking down from fire while reloading a futuristic shotgun. Next to him, bent low and presenting her ‘assets’ was bizarre simulacrum of the female form, all tits, ass, and silicone fuckability with makeup like some kind of whorish geisha doll. A hint of danger presented through the carnality as her hands extended into razor claws, scrapping into the metal as she gazed out, mouth sealed shut into plump gel filled cocksuckers.
While another, vicious set of mandibles hissed from a hidden place in her neck.
A pounding synth-techno beat kicked in after a gun shot and something like a sword swing came and left Hannah shaking her head.
“What kind of messed up Black Tokyo thing did I download?” It was oddly legit but for the life of her she’d never heard of this before. Though the name brought a sense of recollection that hit like a stack of bricks once she realized where she’d seen it before.
The café!
For some reason this didn’t leave her questioning or anxious, but instead trembling with some unseen sort of tension. Hannah could feel the possibility even if she couldn’t give voice to it or possibly explain. But she had to follow through, had to see where this led.
She started her stream, for an audience of none but she didn’t care.
“Hey there, we’re trying something new this evening. So, without further ado, let’s get started.”
Then she loaded the game properly, watched as the spinning logos for several production companies she’d never seen floated by. Eyes glazed over as the opening cutscene hit, Hannah missed as her alternate monitor glitched and suddenly she was video streaming with a webcam that hadn’t been there.
“2330, Neo-Tokyo. One of the great Mega-Cities, here there is no law but the corporations, no honor but what may be found in the delusions of cyber-bushido. For the right price anything can be bought… and here you will make your claim as mercenary commander.”
Hannah’s image glitched and twisted, smoothing out as in reality and on the screen, she became more unreal. Brown hair lightning to a shade of off pink while her eyes grew larger and larger till the chibi design was unmistakable. Though her chest inflating into pair of bouncy hentai model spheres while the room around her faded into undefined unreality made her quite the adult only avatar as she oohed an awed at the cutscene that continued to play.
“Loyalty can be bought and sold and for a freelancer such as yourself there is no end of opportunity to be found in the shifting conflicts between the great Mega-Corps. But be aware, that there are other, stranger foes waiting in the shadows of the Old City, untold nightmares from the Hyper-Tek War and more that you will have to test your will and strength against.”
“Wow, this game is pretty cool, eh chat?” Hanna-chan said, noting that she now had a chat, mostly confused as to who this new streamer was that had popped into existence with such an oddly detailed model from nowhere.
The now pink-haired digital avatar floated about, grinning madly and making gun motions with her hands as action played out, cyborgs and under-city gangers exploding in metal or gore. Before it cut to the inside of some kind of sleazy cyber-yakuza club, where a dancing robotic stripper was slowly turning to show a set of breasts that beggared even the cartoony player’s frame.
Before the camera zoomed in on her eye, showing a curled dragon glowing red.
“Ah come on! I wanted to see the sexy robo-girl! Lame.”
Finally, the cutscene finished, the basic options showing up as Hanna-chan floated back down to the right corner of the screen. Waving her hand and pointing at the mission select button she brought up the user profile.
“Okay, so this is Neo-Battle Tokyo. It’s some totally legit old school game I found that’s super-duper obscure. So, Hanna-chan is going to play it for you all, kawaii-killer cool style.”
She looked over to her side, reading something from the increasing number of watchers.
“When did I start streaming? Oh… tonight! First ever show, don’t you feel special getting to watch Hanna-chan’s premiere.” She hugged herself, or more correctly the protruding spheres on her avatar which then bounced freely when she let go. “Though remember this is a ‘MATURE GAME’ so things might get a little spicy…”
Mission 1: Scout and Secure
Mission Briefing: “You have received a contact from a former associate on someone willing to sell an unsecured ON1-TECH weapons license. This could be your first step up from having to use gutter-guns and lead pipes to handle ‘issues’ and start taking real jobs again. Unfortunately, the seller is on the other side of a hot zone the Corp-Sec locked down and going there yourself is total no-go.”
“But you just happen to have just the right asset ready to use. A hot little piece of synthetic ass with recently fried loyalty circuits and a fresh install of the best espionage programs you could find on the side-web.”
Mission Assets:
Cyber-Oiran Pei_10_PI.
Mission Goals:
Secure the weapons license.
Pei_10_PI must survive.
“Alright, let’s get ready to go!”
***
Mission Start!
Scout and Secure
***
Penelope had felt a tad odd since that lunch with her old friend. A nervous sort of energy possessed her that just didn’t seem to have an outlet or even a source. She’d barely eaten anything for dinner and had retired to her apartment near the base. She’d been about to turn in, but even that didn’t seem like the solution to her problem, whatever that might be. So here she stood, walking down the street. Destination indetermined.
When it hit.
The crosswalk she was at flashed red, to yellow, and then to green, before flashing Kanji letter appeared in the light and the whole edifice warped and distorted, growing larger and bulkier, looming over the street itself as the scent of oil and waste it her like a truck. Her lungs locked up as she coughed and hacked, waving away a surge of smoke that seemed to emerge from the street drains, obscuring her vision as the world twisted around her, the building rising up as bricks became concrete and neo-steel frames, the night sky vanishing first in a haze of artificial light and smog and then entirely as the nearby overpass swallowed up and became her roof. Terror gave way to bewilderment as she looked around in stunned awe. A motorbike with oversized glowing wheels sped past her as neon sign above came to life, a massive hologram of a koi fish swimming next to a woman in a kimono.
“What the fu-ERROR.”
She clapped her hand over her mouth, her voice wrong, the words wrong, but instead she found herself frozen, trembling as the very power that had warped her world around her now settled the entirety of its focus on one Penelope Jenson, boringly human, currently normal, and utterly wrong. A very tall nail that needed to be hammered down.
The first strike made her shaking legs come together, knees locked tight. Her stance pushed her chest out and her back straight. But not straight enough as she stretched up, nerves alight, her body complaining before it ceased to be her body. The smell of the filth around her dimmed and died as did her nose, her face beginning to simplify, her nostrils sinking into a pair of tiny slits on minute bump as her eyes enlarged and then pulled, losing her Caucasian origin for stylized, overly so, Asiatic design. Pink skin dulled white-gray as faux flesh and chrome was born from within and swiftly cannibalized the organic essence of her nature. Blinking once, twice, thrice, each time her eyes more like cameras, the green now an electric neon glow as a bar code etched into her iris. Her lips opened wide, inflating and burning a brighter pink plastic color while she felt her hair yanked out and growing longer. Synthetic black weave that then pulled up and tied itself into a tight bun upon the back of her head. Her ears sunk in as her cranium continued its robotic simplification. Till at last she gasped, over full lips opening wide as the more simplified pleasure orifice of her mouth inhaled final gasp of air.
Just in time for her chest to balloon outward, bra exploding away into tatters, shirt burst free in a shower of buttons as her expanding techno melons dwarfed all sense and composure. Massive white-grey orbs, her areolas dyed an ebony color as the faux flesh audible stretched over the ever more fraudulent and machine plumped internals. Bar codes and manufacture symbols printed about the lower frame of her massive new endowments as they started trembling, vibrating as new systems befitting an ex-pleasure model such as herself came online and went through a very thorough test run. Poor Penelope’s sense of pleasure and self drowning out in a massive, never-ending titty-quake as her shoulders and back adjusted to a fully cybridized and mechanical state to allow the carrying of such staggering slutty spheres.
“Sta-ahp I-ERROR, unit Pei_10_PI correcting internal processes.”
Her mind was a fortress besieged within and without, her very soul-her Cyber-Ghost writhing as she felt another wrap itself around her tight. Curvaceous, seductive… wrong.
Right.
“We mustn’t keep our Mistress waiting. Pei_10_PI is programmed to serve.”
She writhed within its grasp, even as her senses deluded and changed her. She felt her breasts slow their trembling motion, steady and firm in their now impossible scale and size. Just as she lurched, or tried to, as the change dug into the core of her being. Her waist cinched in her hips exploded outward and her bellybutton became reflective as black lacquer finish spread up from her waist. Her narrowed midsection shifted, the opening turned viewport not of her insides as she knew them but bubbling slosh of pinkish fluid, like an erotic lava lamp. The reason for the extra ‘fluids’ clear as she felt her sex penetrate and twist, turning around as it shifted into something preposterously wrong for what she had been and right for what she was to be. Her pants ripped away, panties snapped, and vulgar sexual orifice of some kind of cybernetic fuckdoll was brazenly displayed as her mind was swallowed in the lighting of sensation as Ona-Flesh came online and the little organic of her neurology tried to make sense of it.
“We are programmed to please.”
She could not longer mount arguments, only riding the waves of change and pleasure as her legs stretched, thinned, and feet turned permanent stiletto heels clicked into place. Not a scrap of cloth had survived her transformation into a full-borg sexbot not that it would have fit if it had. Her nudity was nearly a natural state, the purpose of her form, her essence now one of wanton carnality and sensual display.
“And we are programmed to... kill!”
The gear shift was sudden, audible in her frame as she hunkered down, moving freely at last, shiny false nails extending into razor mono-claws while her head pulled back and pair of wicked mandibles shot forth from a hidden compartment around her neck. Her eyes glowing a brighter fiercer green as modified attack mode readied her frame for combat, turning from side to side and finding nothing and no one…
Before slipping back into her stealth mode. The smoke blowing past her again, and when it did she was clothed in a barely covering kimono of durable synthetic fibers. Easily washed of various fluids and oils.
While what had been Penelope Jenson walked off into the neon night.
Pei_10_PI had a mission to complete.
***
“Wow look at that hottie bottie.” Hanna-chan said, zooming in on her unit as close as she could as she directed them across the street. The mini-map was mostly grayed out, but there was a big red objective marker on one side so at least the destination was clear. Not that she was that interested in the mission right now, instead zooming in from the front to watch the massive silicone-rubber slut-bot slut shakers do their shakin’. “I’d love to void her warranty but I’d probably end up the one needing insurance.”
Clicking on the unit again Hanna-chan giggled at the audio response.
“This unit is programmed with 69 ways to please a man...”
“... and 70 ways to kill one.”
She just had to keep going to see what other responses would come out. Chat was totally getting into it too.
“Yes, how may I please you to tonight?”
“My programming must be in error; I can’t handle a mission this... ‘big’ by myself.”
“My measurements? Those are confidential information.”
“Remember, Pei_10_PI is pay-to-please.”
“Ah, all gold. Alright, let’s see what this unit can do for real.” Hanna-chan zoomed back out, bringing up the options for her Cyber-Oiran. The infiltrate and combat modes were present, a number of grayed out options from lack of upgrades or gear. Which made sense, you wanted to keep the first mission simple. She could bring up the stat card though…
| Stats | Rank |
|---|---|
| Strength | C |
| Agility | B |
| Fortitude | B |
| Awareness | A |
| Intellect | D |
| Pluck | B |
“Neat. Oh! It can [Inspect] units too? I guess that’s what makes it a Scout unit. Alright, no more screwing around for real. Let’s get moving Pei-PI.”
***
“Confirmed commander.”
She moved forward, her ever present sashaying synth hips on display for no one but the rats and security cameras as she passed into the secured zone and past the unmanned Corp-Sec blockade. A little detour through an alleyway and her mono-claws made short work of the chain-link fence that might have slowed her down otherwise. All the while she moved dutifully, swiftly, as directed.
“Oh, my Commander is in such a rush. I do hope she enjoys herself.” She thought. Smug confidence exuding from her as she moved further into seedy underbelly of the Mega-City.
Penelope, whatever fragmented Cyber-Ghost was haunting the remnants of her twisted nature, was simply along for the ride. Intoxicated in the bizarre sense of importance and purpose this perverse creation held herself to and an almost slavish devotion for this unseen ‘Commander’, which, wired through repurposed sexbot programming left her altogether infatuated.
Though she suddenly was brought to the forefront as they halted before an overturned cargo truck, crates broken open and the contents strewn across the street. For something was moving within.
“What the… are those?”
“Running Identification Protocol.”
The bizarre techno zombies shambled out, wiry corpse like things that one could scarce imagine how they could move at all as they were. The longer she looked at them, her eyes focusing and clicking the more a bar built in her mind before there came an explosion of information, a sense of completion as her awareness expanded and she suddenly knew what they were.
| Stats | Rank |
|---|---|
| Strength | D |
| Agility | C |
| Fortitude | C |
| Awareness | D |
| Intellect | F |
| Pluck | F |
“Cyber-Gakis, the techno re-animated minions of the Shadow Lotus. Barely cognizant zombies used as cannon fodder and distractions at best. Most often made from spare clone parts in the deep pits though rumors remain that during the Hyper-Tek War the living were used to produce these monsters. Now reduced as they are to fighting over the scrapes of the greater Corps, the tech-cultists are rarely seen topside. Easily handled in small numbers they are never found in small numbers and a great horde of these faster than expected shambling abominations can prove to be significant hazard.”
“Too many.”
“Definitely too many,” Penelope added, awareness of her new body’s nature and powers shifting trough the haze of pleasure programming as she felt her combat claws extend and retract, the attack form shifting before she took an unconcerned stance and thrust her chest out slightly at the passing creatures. Clicking jaws and quivering forms of cyber-augmented flesh moved past, slowing for a moment as they inspected her and then found her lack of meat for re-purposing and the superficially simplistic design of her nature unworthy of notice. Moments later the half-dozen or so had scampered off into maintenance hatch and descended into whatever pit had spawned them.
Were it two, perhaps three she might have been able to risk an attack. But it wasn’t her mission to clear out this quarantine zone… and whatever commanded those things was definitely above her paygrade.
“Need to keep moving,” she thought. Stalking forward into the haze of abandoned streets as she drew closer to the old bar on the far side of this district…
Or more precisely the opposite end of the abandoned mall this had been moments before.
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