NOTE I: Copies of Jim's story can be located at http://jimbader.web1000.com/jimbader.html OR http://home.hostultra.com/~AngCobraFics/jimbader.html NOTE II: In respect to Jim's writing style, all Oriental (Japanese, Korean, Chinese, etc) names are written in "family name-first" order in the narrative. Western names are written in "family name-last" order. Mixed names will be written dependant on the family name. NOTE III: Writer's commentary will appear at the end of the story text in Part Two. **** **** **** Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward, the Genome Corporation Tower... "Ladies, ladies, please be seated! As soon as you're all comfortable, we'll get started right away," the young executive claps her hands as the small group of government officials, including the Defence Minister, the Director-in-Chief of the Self-Defence Forces and the service chiefs, take their seats in the auditorium. Each of the VIPs who had come to watch this demonstration are under escort by a teenage girl dressed in a dark flowery kimono, girls chosen for their grace and beauty to ensure that any stray thoughts these particular officials might have would be quickly banished before a firm decision was made concerning government funding support to Project: BMS. As soon as the last person is seated, the raven-haired twentysomething with the dark eyes takes a deep breath. "Minister, Generals, Admiral, ladies," she respectfully bows. "On behalf of Akagi-hakase and Ikari-hakase, I'd like to welcome you to the Genome Corporation for what we hope will be an entertaining morning for all involved. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Katsuragi Misato. I'm a retired lieutenant-commander in the United States Navy SEALs..." -- her hand brushes over the miniature "Budweiser" eagle-and-trident badge normally worn by those who served in that elite force, it now on her jacket collar -- "...and chief manager of Project BMS. These lovely ladies here..." she waves to the women in the smocks draped over stylish clothing seated to her left, "...are Project BMS' chief scientists, Akagi Ritsuko and Ikari Yui. After the demonstration, they'll be both more than happy to answer whatever questions you have." Scattered applause. As Misato begins her introductory speech, the Defence Minister, Kuritomo Hitomi, blinks on feeling a slender hand grasp hers. Looking left at her young escort -- she had introduced herself as Ikari Shinji, daughter of one of BMS' chief scientists -- Hitomi feels her cheeks slightly flush as Shinji absently tugs at her kimono top, revealing an enticing amount of adolescent cleavage. A gulp forms in the older woman's throat, then she turns back to Misato as her hand drifts on its own accord to Shinji's knee. The younger girl's hand slips over her companion's, keeping the latter's hand anchored in place. Hitomi gazes on her escort again, her heart thumping faster as the latter's warm blue eyes fix on her. Shinji gives her a smile, then slightly tugs Hitomi's hand towards her crotch. Of course, though she can't see anything thanks to other peoples' bodies in the way, Misato is aware of what is going on. Shinji and the other girls assigned as escorts today were under direct orders to do all in their power to keep the Corporation's guests comfortable. If that meant some touchy-feely, that was alright. The guests would be getting a more complete look at what Genome had created soon enough. "...the Virus' direct effects on the women of Earth have forced the militaries of various countries to seek out unique solutions to ensure the preservation of their national sovereignty," Misato continues her speech. "For the most part, that has led the arms industry to look to the heavy use of robotics, cybernetics and AI research to provide us with the perfect 'soldier of the future,' In Japan, Mishima Heavy Industries has taken the lead in the creation of this initial generation of android troopers under the aegis of Project: Marionette. You are all, no doubt, aware of the success rate they've had with their various series of androids, culminating in the J and Y Class series using the so-called 'maiden circuit' and 'stud circuit' central processor units created by the team of Lorelei and Fausta Geiltlin. Of course..." a contrite look crosses Misato's fate, "...speaking on behalf of my co-workers, we here at the Genome Corporation do not, in any way, take joy at the tragedy that befell Lorelei-san sometime ago. We hope and pray for her eventual recovery." "Your company was once interested in using the 'stud circuit' for your own android designs," the chief of the Air Self Defence Forces notes, her arm now gently wrapped around that of the blue-eyed redhead beside her, Asuka Langley. "Hai, General Himuro, we were," Misato nods. "I should add that yes, there were those working for Genome who were TOO enthusiastic about acquiring the Stud Circuit design without going through the proper channels. I assure you all that Chairwoman Mason did not look upon those actions with any sort of kindness whatsoever. Those who participated in such have been caught and dealt with in an appropriate manner. Furthermore, I'm pleased to say that, shortly after beginning Project: BMS, we discovered something we believe will work much better with our 33-series android units than the use of the Stud Circuit -- much less the brains of dead cats! My goodness, I wonder what's going to happen when the animal rights crowd get wind of THAT little modification Chairwoman Natsume made with her latest products!" Laughter escapes the crowd. "Chairwoman Natsume told us that the cat brains were needed to solve certain higher cognitive function problems previous Marionette models encounter right to this very day!" the Ground Self Defence Force chief notes. "Yes, General Yoshizawa, that's true. And when we were developing our own 34-series of male-form Sexaroid android companions, we encountered the same problem. However, thanks to the assistance of a well-known scientist who taught Ritsuko-san and Yui-san much about the application of specially-prepared DNA and recombinant RNA with artificial intelligences, we've come some way towards solving it." "What scientist are you talking about, Commander?" the Defence Minister asks. "Masudamasu Yoshiko, of course." A chorus of "ooh"s and "aah"s escape the crowd before Misato. "Well, now that we've dealt with the preliminaries, let's get on to the main event, shall we?" the retired SEAL commander chuckles, looking left. "Sarai, will you join us, please?!" Silence falls over the auditorium as a tall, well-formed young woman in a plain white-and-black hakama steps onto the stage. Her hair, a beautiful mixed shade of crimson and gold, is tied in a high ponytail, flowing all the way down to the small of her back. Her eyes are the same shade as her hair. She stops beside Misato, then faces the crowd before bowing. "Hajimimashite," she declares in a lilting voice flooded with the weight of well-honed steel. "My name is Sarai. I am the first Model 33-BMS battle maid Sexaroid." Silence falls for a moment, then the Defence Minister points to the newcomer. "You created a female-form android, Commander?" Misato chuckles. "Not exactly. Sarai, show them." "Hai, Ojou-sama," Sarai's hand reaches to the straps holding her trousers in place. With a flick of the hand, they are undone, allowing the black fabric to tumble down into a pile at the android hermaphrodite's feet, revealing her assets for all to see. Another chorus of "ooh"s and "aah"s responds as the guests begin to exchange rapid-fire chatter. Sarai remains in place, a content smile on her face as she awaits her next command. Watching the crowd's reaction, Misato can only smirk. Who the hell said doing briefs like this "by the numbers" worked all the time? A little T&A, not to mention a nice cock or two, went VERY far in this country... * * * Oo-shima, south of Tokyo, sometime before lunch... "Made it..." Taking a deep breath, the tomboyish girl with the sullen brown eyes and the reddish-brown hair cut to a taper at the back of the neck walks through the stylized gate leading onto one of the many swimming beaches lining the volcanic island at the mouth of the Sagami Sea. Around her, hundreds of women -- the odd singles like herself, a few couples and a considerable number of multi-party groups -- proceed to the open-air change rooms located on the inland edge of the beach. Even before getting to those change rooms, many start taking off their outer clothing, revealing a lingerie store's worth of racy undergarments. A considerable number of the people coming to this beach today, Tsutsumi Rui is quick to notice, didn't bother with any sort of underwear whatsoever. As soon as their clothes are stripped off, they hand them to someone who'd see them secured in the change rooms before racing off for an invigorating dip in the Pacific. Public etiquette at beaches worldwide had undergone a considerable evolution in the wake of the Millennial Virus. When all it took, it seemed, was a coy glance at someone else to launch an orgy on the proverbial spot, the idea of enforcing rules against any sort of "lewd" behaviour in public places was quickly seen as impractical. Over time, an unofficial dress code was developed to signify what a beachgoer's mood actually was. If said person was totally naked, she was pussy-hunting or willing to be the target of said pussy-hunt. Thong panties told viewers, "I might be in the mood if you're my type." Bikini bottoms told people that the beachgoer wasn't interested in sex, but had come out to sunbathe or go swimming. Any sort of top worn to cover the nipples loudly said, "I have a lover and I'm content. Go away!" People who came to the beach to seek out a future full-time girlfriend normally wore cloth bands around their wrists or a headband. The above dress code was most often respected by beachgoers. "Most often" meaning "not always," of course. As she slips off her skirt and top to reveal a nice red thong that went perfectly with her hair and tanned skin, Rui takes a deep breath, then slips on a pair of armbands she had picked up in Atami before taking the ferry to Oo-shima. She is sixteen years old, the lone daughter of a woman whose purpose in life -- so Rui now believed -- was offering her twat up to whoever is interested in screwing her. Rui couldn't recall the last time her mother had been home for more than twenty-four hours per MONTH over the last three years. Because of that, Rui had to learn how to take care of herself. It had been easy for her. A little TOO easy in fact. And that was her problem. Tsutsumi Rui is like over ninety percent of women alive. Blessed by the Virus to have perfect health, an overwhelming immunity to any disease pathogen, an equally remarkable cellular regenerative ability that could deal with all but the most severe physical trauma, boundless levels of stamina, a lifespan potential that extended into CENTURIES -- and a libido that didn't understand "stop!" or "quit!" Considered by her neighbours to be the hottest piece of young pussy to live at the Animal Mansion, located in the east end of Tokyo, Rui certainly didn't lack for sexual companions when she got into the mood. And yes, like many of her peers, Rui was almost ALWAYS in the mood. But in the last year or so, Rui had come to discover that it just wasn't ENOUGH. Something was missing in her life. At first, she didn't understand what it might actually be. Then, when she had been busy hanging her laundry on the balcony of her apartment some weeks ago, she overheard two of the neighbours a floor down talking about "the little slut in Apartment 905." How that if it wasn't for the fact that she gladly spread her legs for anyone who wanted a quick piece of tail, the manager would've tossed Rui onto the street when her mother all but disappeared. The jokes said women carelessly tossed about her -- how the manager had been willing to ignore the mounting expenses for the Tsutsumis because Rui gave such great blow-jobs, how Rui would probably never amount to anything more than "migrant pussy" just like her mother had pretty much become -- had cut the poor girl's very soul to shreds. For she soon realized how true it was. Despite her friendliness, despite her kindness, despite her warmth and humour, no one truly respected Rui. That hurt. After crying herself to sleep that night, Rui woke up with a new resolve. She was going to get away from the Mansion, move somewhere where she could try to make a better life for herself and get the respect she damn hell felt she deserved. But doing that proved much easier to do than say. She was only sixteen years old, a first year high school girl whose employment prospects, even in these days with society still recovering from the total loss of half its population base fifteen years ago, were regrettably slim. Atop that, if she tried to sneak away, what might happen if she got caught and the news got back to the Mansion? Rui's heart soon began to drown in the pit of ultimate despair as the hopelessness of her situation, the sheer beauty of the TRAP her mother left her in, sank in. "Tank top..." Rui curses herself, then reaches into her beach bag to pull out a pink tank top to slip over herself. Over the left breast is a corporate logo, a red heart with the scripted Roman letters "LD" on it, the whole surrounded by a single silver ring. Ensuring it is in place, she gazes on herself via a nearby floor-length mirror, then after securing her bag in a locker, marches out into the crowd... * * * "Kawada Yura?! She called you?!" "Hai," Kurokawa Satomi nods as she and Moroboshi Tariko step onto the beach. Both are dressed in loose-nit white silk shirts and black thongs, a beach towel and everything else a couple wanting to spend some hours on the sand might require. "Yura-san and Masae-san moved into this new apartment block a month ago. They bumped into this first year high school girl, Tsutsumi Rui, whose mom's been sleeping around so much, she hasn't been seen by ANYBODY at the place for what seems like FOREVER. Anyhow, most of the other there've pretty much turned the poor kid into the local block slut, but Rui-chan doesn't want to be that. Yura-san and Masae-san want to help her, but..." Satomi shrugs, she giving her beloved a knowing look. Tariko sighs. "Gotcha. Instant they try to 'steal' the local commune's play toy, they're risking getting tossed out on their ears! And with Yura-chan and Masae-chan having just given birth to their newborns, too!" Kawada Yura is a mid-level manager at Moody's in Shinjuku. Her lifemate, the former Sugiyama Masae, had served as Yura's chief office lady for five years until they tied the knot. A couple who asked for "consultations" from Tariko a year ago, they now had a pair of newborn daughters, Hiromi and Ikuyo. Tariko hadn't heard of Yura's and Masae's move to a new apartment, though it seemed prudent; their old rooms, where their children had been conceived one stormy night, was barely big enough for them both, much less a pair of children. Tariko DID know that the birth of Yura's and Masae's children had caused a little revolution among their circle of intimate friends. Yura's party-loving sister, Kawada Rika -- when she first met the tomboyish Rika, Tariko swore that the woman was a clone of Miyaki Shinobu! -- tied the knot with one of her sister's oldest friends, Oomiya Kyooko, five months ago. Two of Yura's university classmates, Maisaka Riko and Tadai Hiromi -- Yura's daughter was named in the latter's honour -- became engaged after Yura and Masae married. A schoolmate of Yura's who later became of her OLs, Sakuchi Miyuki, married her co-worker Miya Arisa around the same time that Yura and Masae tied the knot, though both were going to wait before having children (they promised Tariko to seek "consultation" from her on that matter). Also having tied the knot at the time Yura and Masae had their babies were two of the latter's old co-workers, Toregawa Ikuyo and Nagao Mai. And Rika's best friend from university, Itou Akane, was now going steady with Kyooko's cousin, a third year high schooler named Onoda Jun. "So we have to hide the girl somewhere safe until she gets her life back in order," Tariko breathes out. "You okay with this, 'Tomi?" "Of course I am, Tari," Satomi gives Tariko's hand a squeeze. "Yura-san faxed me a picture of Rui-san. She's cute! And you have complained a lot about keeping up with the administrative side of running LDE. Rui-san's math grades are spectacular; that's at least what Masae-san told me. And I can use an extra hand or two at Otimtim's while you're off earning money and helping make babies." "Hai, hai, that's true," Tariko leans over to kiss Satomi's cheek. "So what does she look like?" "Red-brown hair cut in the same style as Yura-san's sister, brown eyes. She'll be wearing the LDE tank-top you gave Masae-san." Tariko blinks, then smiles. "That sounds easy enough..." * * * "Oh, no...!" Rui shudders as her eyes focus on the three women who had just marched onto the beach from her vantage point near an okonomiyaki yatai. Mizuhara Kiyoko, Shoina Shooko and Ogana Narumi, three of the women from the Animal Mansion who had taken delight in Rui's charms far too many times in the past. Given the fact that none of them seemed willing to take off their clothes, not to mention the determined looks on their faces -- plus the fact that Yura and Masae had brushed their neighbours' sexual advances off EVERY time since they moved into the Mansion two months ago -- the poor high school student could only conclude two things, both of which bode quite some ill for her: One, they knew of her desire to get away from the Mansion. Two, they knew that the Kawadas were supporting her attempt to escape. Gulping, Rui quickly shuffles away, trying to lose herself in the crowd... * * * "Eh?!" "What?" Satomi turns on Tariko. A stunned look is paralysed on the brunette's face as her body seems to shiver with a tsunami of tiny sparks dancing all over her nervous system. Glancing around, Tariko's eyes narrow as she automatically reaches for a special pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses one of the Mendou Clan's Kuromegane had given her two years ago. Slipping them over her eyes, she relaxes as she allows her telepathic powers to go active, that action reflecting in her eyes glowing a lovely shade of burgundy that would still draw a lot of unwanted attention. Tariko's vision clouds over, the women around her becoming barely-human shapes as her eyes sweep over them before locking on a single figure moving away from a nearby yatai. "There! C'mon, 'Tomi!" she grabs Satomi's arm, then leads her girlfriend through the crowd... * * * "Going somewhere, Rui-chan?!" Rui stops, nearly choking on the lump in her throat, then she spins around to see an icily grimacing Narumi gazing at her from two metres away. Both now stand in a small wooded area separating the beach from the seashore road, a high fence closing the forest off from the roadway. Before she could turn to run, she jolts on seeing Kiyoko and Shooko blocking off her potential escape route. "Shame on you, Rui-chan," the diminutive Shooko leers as she takes a step towards Rui. "We were expecting you to come to my place this morning to give us some personal entertainment. It annoyed us greatly when we came to your apartment to see you gone, Rui-chan. What are you doing here?" The high schooler gulps, then shudders. "I came to get some sun!" "Dressed like that? A likely story," Kiyoko snorts. "We all figured some trouble would start the instant the Kawadas moved into the Mansion. You've been spending a little TOO much time around them this last month or so, Rui-chan. And since neither Yura or Masae are willing to spread their legs for anyone but themselves, there's no way in Hell that you've had any sex with them." "We know how those two dykes look upon what you do for us, Rui-chan," Narumi chuckles. "Who the fuck gives a pair of newcomers like that the right to judge what happens between us, especially with those two little screaming balls of smelly snot they've got with them these days?!" She reaches up to start unbuttoning her shirt. "I'm tired of getting woken up in the middle of the damned night because those two can't keep those brats under control! Maybe we should find some way to get those dykes thrown out of the Mansion..." A surprised gasp escapes Narumi's lips as her whole body suddenly jolts, a hot burst of erotic fire exploding from her groin to overwhelm all her senses. Collapsing to her knees, the wavy-haired brunette's hands dive into her panties so she could fondle herself. "Narumi!!" Shooko cries out on seeing her neighbour rendered helpless, then she screams out as something akin to a giant vibrator rams hard into her womanhood. As she falls to her side, Kiyoko wails as hot sparks of pure passion begin to dance all over her skin. Watching her pursuers -- who seconds ago were ready to drag her back to the Mansion, no doubt for some "obedience training!" -- now ripping their own clothes off and wildly masturbating, Rui can only just stand there, her mind in turmoil as she tries to make some sense of this. A hiss from her left makes her turn to see a silver-haired woman her age leaning out from behind a thick tree, her hand making a "come here" gesture. Rui blinks, then nods, slowly walking away from the older women, who are too busy taking care of their own personal needs to notice her escape. As soon as she is close to the other woman, Rui notices the presence of a third, a brunette with sunglasses over her eyes. She is quick to recognize that person from a picture the Kawadas had of her in their apartment. "Moroboshi Tariko-sama!!" "Don't worry about your three 'friends,' Rui-chan," Tariko smirks as she glances around the tree to see Narumi and Shooko drifting towards Kiyoko to start a particularly hot manege-a-trois. "With the 'juice' I just gave them, they'll be too busy fucking each other's brains out that they'll forget you were even here. By the time they get back home, your stuff'll be long gone." "You'll be staying with us from now on, Rui-san," Satomi adds. "You won't have to worry about their stalking you ever again." Rui blinks, blinks again as her mind rolls over what the newcomers just told her, then her eyes start to tear. In a second, she is crying her guts out, she now held protectively by Tariko and Satomi. Nearby, the three women who had come to Oo-shima to get their favourite sex toy back to where she "belonged" are too busy suckling, kissing and fondling each other to notice Rui's weeping... * * * Shinjuku, the Genome Tower, after lunch... "Did you enjoy the demonstration, Minister Kuritomo?" The Defence Minister blinks, then smiles appreciatively at her teenage host. Hitomi and Shinji now relax in a lounge near the Tower's summit, both enjoying after-lunch tea. The service chiefs and their hangers-on had returned to the Ministry's headquarters building right after the demonstration ended, many of them itching to type up reports on what Genome had just created. "Yes, I did enjoy it, Shinji-chan. Sarai-san's performance was excellent. Just as good as Mishima's Y-class marionettes, I think." She then gives the younger woman beside her a conspiratorial wink. "And don't think for a moment, young lady, that Katsuragi-san's use of J-class marionettes to be the opposition to Sarai-san in the demonstration didn't escape my notice," she cups her hand as she lowers her voice to a whisper. Shinji giggles, politely covering her mouth. "I wished Misato-san didn't do that," she admits, reaching down to hold Hitomi's hand. "I mean, even though Misato-san, Ritsuko-san and Mom are working to stay employed and all that, just like everyone here at Genome does..." she pauses, then shrugs, "...well, so do all the people at Mishima, Kurusugawa Electronics and all our other competitors. We all know that. In fact, I once heard the Chairwoman admit that business relations these days are much better than they were before the Virus." "Yes, that is true. And yes, I will admit now that we are very interested in the 33-BMS design," Hitomi gives Shinji's hand a warm squeeze. "Though I'm a little curious as to why Sarai-san was built as a hermaphrodite. Couldn't they've built her as a man?" Shinji considers that, then sighs. "Not really, I admit. It..." she pauses, then shrugs. "Well, despite all the advances we've made in AI research, there still is a big stumbling block concerning the bio-organic matrices Ritsuko-san and Mom got from Masudamasu-hakase." "That being?" "Well, for some reason, when a female or hermaphrodite DNA code is loaded in to the base matrix Masudamasu-hakase came up with some years ago, it takes to it and we can create an android from that. But for some reason, it won't take to male DNA code. Every time a man's DNA sample is loaded in, the matrix converts it into its female equivalent, so to speak," Shinji explains. "It's not because of the Millennial Virus, of course, but..." she shrugs. "Even to this day, nobody understands why it does that." The minister nods. "I've been told that's the very same problem Masudamasu-hakase has in her own research. Amazing, isn't it?" she gazes at the ceiling, then turns back to her host. "Shinji-chan, do you know where Masudamasu-hakase got those particular stem cells from?" "Hai, I do. From a woman named Moroboshi Tariko." "What do you know of Tariko-san?" Shinji hums, then gazes nowhere in particular. "Moroboshi Tariko, age seventeen, born in Nerima-ku, Tokyo-tou. Originally born as a male, given the name 'Ataru.' At the time the Millennial Virus came, she was transformed by an unknown power into a woman just after she was abandoned by her birth-mother, Moroboshi Kinshou. After Kinshou-sama killed herself, Tariko-sama was forced to live at an orphanage until age four, when she was made the ward of Mendou Haruka-sama. She lived in Tomobiki until age thirteen, when she was allowed to start her own special family planning consultation business, Love Destiny Enterprises. In her transformation, Tariko-sama was gifted with great psychic powers (though she's not been formally tested) and the ability to bear children through a form of natural fusion pregnancy assisted by her telekinetic abilities. Since starting Love Destiny, Tariko-sama has helped an estimated forty-one thousand women worldwide to bear their own offspring outside the confines of a conception clinic. To the 'Ainu' of Australia and Canada, Tariko-sama is called 'She Who Brings The Gift of Motherhood.'" A pause, then she gazes on Hitomi. "Tariko-sama also has a girlfriend, Kurokawa Satomi. Satomi-sama is the owner of Otimtim's Coffee House in Nerima, co-located with Love Destiny's main offices. Tariko-sama is pretty much rated a full-blooded lesbian." Hitomi chuckles. "You just exposed yourself, Shinji-chan," she winks at her host. The prototype 33-S model Sexaroid turns back to her tea. "It's only right that you know the truth about me, ma'am. My sisters and I noticed that some of you were frightened by how good Sarai performed in the demonstration. If she noticed that, Sarai would've cried." The minister's jaw drops. "Cried?! Why?!" Shinji takes a deep breath. "Because all of us, all the 33-S's and 33-BMS's activated to date, don't want people -- those we are programmed to serve -- to fear us, ma'am," she gazes on her guest, her blue eyes misting. "It's hard-wired into each of us, even those like Sarai and her model. We're to gladly protect those humans we've been instructed or programmed to care for. We'll do it to the best of our abilities, regardless of the cost. That's how we were built, ma'am. And we've been built with safeguards that would make sure that humans have no need to fear us. I..." she lowers her eyes. "I know there're those who would fear us because we're androids, yet we're so well built and programmed, we're really no different than real girls when you get down to it. And I wish I had the power to make them not fear us, to make them like us. So..." she shrugs, "...all we can do is serve as best as we can in whatever we're asked to do." "They all feel that way, ma'am." Both turn to see Katsuragi Misato gazing at them from the doorway. "Misato-san!" Shinji beams, rising as the executive in charge of Project: Battle Maid Sexaroid walks up to join them, the prototype 33-S walking over to embrace her friend. Misato shifts Shinji around to gaze on their guest, placing her hands on the latter's shoulders. "Impressed, Minister?" "Beyond impressed, Commander," Hitomi rises. "How soon do you expect to put Shinji-chan's model on open market?" "Actually, we're not going to put them on open market, not like we plan to do with the male-form 34-S's we about to introduce." "Eh?!" the Defence Minister blinks, then nods understandingly. "Oh, just build them to special order, you mean? Like the androids you constructed for Kusanagi Motoko-taisa to serve with her in Section Nine?" "Exactly," the retired SEAL nods. "Thanks to the restrictions the stems cells Masudamasu-hakase got from Moroboshi-san force on us, we can only make bio-organic androids in female or hermaphrodite format. The girls we've made so far, save for those who now serve the good Colonel Kusanagi, are herms, including Shinji-chan here. It's the Chairwoman's desire that we offer our 33-S's to herms first. And if those who'd desire a full-female form android companion happen to come along, it's easy for us to make them without any retooling. Anyhow..." she gazes down on the brown-haired android herm, "...why don't you go down and spend some time with Rei and Asuka, Shinji? Do what you want, but I want them both on their pedestals and deactivated before the night shift starts, okay? Maya, Hikari and the others, too." "Hai!" Shinji bows, then gazes once more at Hitomi. "It's a pleasure to have met you, Hitomi-sama. Please visit us again." She bows deeply, then walks out. The two organic women watch her go, then exchange a look. "Regardless if you keep only to private sales, Commander, you're going to make a killing with her model," the Defence Minister chuckles. "How soon?" "We've done some individual beta testing over the last two years or so, mostly controlled here in the Tower and in our testing facilities across the country, with some forays into the general public. Observed, of course; we don't want to create a situation anywhere NEAR what befell Mishima Heavy Industries some time ago," Misato explains as they sit down. "It's come to the point where we can move on to small group beta testing. That'll actually start tomorrow, once we get our dear Miss Moroboshi to participate." Hitomi perks. "Why her?!" "Well, I think she deserves to know what her mentor's research has produced, ne?" Both chuckle. "What of Shinji-chan? Will she be one of them?" "Iie," Misato shakes her head. "Yui-san is very overprotective of Shinji. Understandable given that Shinji is, for the most part, genetically patterned after Yui-san's lost son. As you'll probably know, the original Ikari Shinji was killed by the Virus. That hit Yui-san hard and affects her to this very day. As she's told Ritsuko and I several times, if she lost Shinji a 'second' time..." "Understandable," the Defence Minister nods, then gazes nowhere in particular. "Still..." "What is it, ma'am?" "It's a pity that Tariko-san doesn't know where she gained her abilities from. Or if there're others like her out there somewhere." "Yeah, that is true, isn't it?" Misato slowly nods. "I wonder why, though..." * * * Oo-shima... "AH-CHOO!!!" Satomi and Rui gaze curiously at Tariko. The three now relax in a bistro across from the entrance to the beach. "Bless you, Tariko-sama," Rui gasps, handing her new friend a handkerchief. "Someone must be talking about you!" Tariko grunts. "Yeah! I wonder who..." * * * Shinjuku, sometime later... "So the Defence Minister was satisfied by our little demonstration?" "More than satisfied, Kate," Misato chuckles as she rides the Tower's Sky Elevator with Genome's chief of operations, Katharine Dawn Madigan. A flame-haired, dark eyed lass in her mid-thirties from Belfast, Kate was, like Misato, a veteran special forces officer. In her case, Kate's training and experience came thanks to Britain's elite Special Boat Squadron. She had retired a lieutenant-colonel after the Six Counties voted to make themselves independent of both London and Dublin to form the Free Republic of Ulster, she coming to work for Genome about the same time Misato did. "So what is it the Skipper wants? Everything's set about the next phase of the Project." "She hasn't told me anything yet, I'm afraid," Kate gives the Japanese-American beside her a knowing smirk. Misato tries not to scream out loud, she turning her head away in an open show of annoyance. Kate giggles, then straightens herself as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors open right into a beautiful penthouse office/apartment with acommanding view of Tokyo and her suburbs. The Chairwoman of Genome Enterprises stands by the east-side windows, gazing on the small amount of boat traffic now plying in and out of Tokyo Bay. "The Minister was pleased by Sarai's performance," Brienna Jeannette Mason gazes over her shoulder at Misato. "She was, Captain," Misato straightens herself. Like her, Brienna was ex-U.S. Navy SEAL, having retired a captain ten years ago after helping organize that particular service's elite special action team, officially known as "Independent Boat Unit Kilo, SEAL Team Six." That particular unit was normally referred to in the general public by another name, but that didn't matter here or now. "I estimate that when the Ministry's bean-counters get around to shelling out the cash, we'll be asked for small groups of 33-BMS's to serve as special action teams for all parts of the SDF. We've got the foot in the door thanks to the small order we did for Colonel Kusanagi and..." she shrugs. "We haven't caused any major accidents or sent people to the hospital because our units have never gone rogue," Kate adds. "That's good to hear," Brienna walks back to her chair and sits down, then she runs her hand through her slicked-back raven hair, it tied into a French braid to mid-back in homage to her personal hero, SEAL Six's founding commander, Richard Marcinko. "Now, about the first long-term group test we're going to start. Who do you recommend we send out to be with Miss Moroboshi and Miss Kurokawa, Commander?" "Rei, Asuka, Maya and Hikari," Misato replies. "Maya?! Does Ritsuko know about this?" Kate stares wide-eyed at her fellow executive. "She will tomorrow morning," Misato returns her look. "Why not Shinji?" Brienna asks. Misato sighs. "The emotional bond between Yui and Shinji is far stronger than what exists between Ritsuko and Maya. As I told you long ago, Captain, a project like this is bound to stir up some feelings of motherhood among the various scientists. Considering how close to human our 33-S's are, that's quite understandable. Still, you did tell me when we started out that the risk was worth taking, ma'am." "It was and still is," the chairwoman nods. "And indeed, the close bond between Doctor Ikari and Shinji has reflected very well on all the other 33-S's, even the BMS prototypes. However, we can't escape one simple fact: Shinji is a Sexaroid, no different than any of the others we've constructed. Deep in her heart and soul, she longs to look on someone as her owner and mistress, no different than any of the others. And given how good she's become in the four years since her first activation, I think its time for her to spread her wings." "I agree," Kate nods. "Shinji's body may be artificial, but her soul, despite all the programming constraints, has become human. And because of that, it would be unnecessarily cruel to force her to remain here in the Tower while four of her sisters, including two she loves dearly, go out into the world beyond. Much that I personally understand Doctor Ikari's feelings on the matter, it's time for her to accept that her android 'daughter' is growing up and needs a chance to get out and experience life as it truly is." "Yui's still going to raise hell over it, Kate," Misato warns. "We'll deal with our dear Doctor Ikari if it becomes necessary," Brienna sighs, making a wave of her hand to indicate that the matter is not up for further negotiation. "Misato, we'll go ahead with your plan concerning getting Miss Moroboshi's and Miss Kurokawa's help in testing our girls. But we'll make a couple add-ons. Atop the girls you've recommended, I want Shinji and Sarai to be part of that group." Misato jolts. "Shinji AND Sarai?! Captain...!" A hand rises to stop her protest. "We can easily program any of the other battle maid Sexaroids with what we've loaded into Sarai if it becomes necessary, Commander. There's another reason I want Sarai to be part of this particular operation." Silence falls as the younger retired SEAL considers the chairwoman's words, then she blinks. "You think Masudamasu may've short-changed us when she offered Ritsuko and Yui the chance to experiment with Moroboshi's DNA and RNA?" she wonders. "Exactly," a knowing grin crosses Brienna's face. "Our dear Professor Masudamasu has come a very long way in her research pretty much because of what she discovered about Miss Moroboshi shortly after young Tariko helped her step-sister become a mother at age twelve. And we've come a very long way in putting that knowledge to damn good use. But there are two problems I've got with this, Misato." Her eyebrow arches expectantly. Noting that, Misato's gaze turns inward as she considers what the chairwoman might have in mind, then she nods. "The chances are there that we haven't learned everything we can about what Moroboshi's DNA and RNA might do," she holds up a finger. "The chance actually might be there that there could be some things Masudamasu missed in her own research." "Agreed," the chairwoman nods. "And there's the possibility that somehow, there could be others like Moroboshi out there," Kate adds. "Our dear Tariko, Misato, has travelled to every corner of the planet, it seems, to carry out her business. Sooner or later, IF there are others like her, someone might take notice and trace her down to Nerima. It would be to our better advantage if we make contact with these girls first." "I've had Kate look into that possibility for the last six months or so," Brienna explains on noting the surprised look on her fellow American's face. "Given the chaos the Virus' arrival caused across the planet, it would've been quite easy for dozens, even HUNDREDS of such transformations to have taken place, even here in Japan. All it would need would be for a doctor to write up a bogus birth certificate. If the doctor was male, he wouldn't be around now to answer some questions. As for the transformee's real identity..." "It'd be almost impossible to match things up with the Family Registrar unless the suspects were asked directly," Kate finishes. "Would they answer even if they were asked?" Misato muses. "Exactly." The retired lieutenant-commander crosses her arms as she considers it, then gazes on Genome's chairwoman. "So putting Sarai close to Moroboshi allows us to keep a discrete eye on her." Her eyes then widen as something else comes to her. "AND it'll allow us to protect her and any possible 'sisters' of hers in case those who'd want to put a stop to Moroboshi's operation decide to target her directly, thus making them indebted to us," she holds up a finger, then seeing Brienna grin, smirks. "That's pretty slick thinking, Skipper." "Thank you, Commander," Brienna nods. "Tariko's been making some damned good progress when it comes to those who support the many Evist groups out there. But there's the other end of the scale to worry about, too. Those women who want men back at all costs because they believe, even with what the Virus has done to women wholesale, that a woman's true place is still being subservient to a man." Misato's jaw hits the floor. "Say WHAT?!! That can't be true!!" "Granted, their numbers are quite small, far smaller than any one of the major Evist groups, but they're out there, Misato," Kate warns. "Mostly, these are women of profound age and experience who held prominent social positions in the more conservative Christian denominations, not to mention what counterparts they might have had in other faiths, especially Judaism, Islam and Hinduism. And yes, even with the Virus making them all act like a warren of rabbits in rutting season, they still desperately cling to the faith in Jehovah, Jesus, Allah or what-have-you, believing that women are inferior to men and all that nonsense and..." she rolls her eyes, gazing heavenward. "That is just SO hard to believe!" Misato whistles. "Believe it, Commander. The intel's confirmed," Brienna sighs. "Damn!" Misato spits out, then looks at Kate. "How many like Moroboshi could we be talking about, Kate?" "I've no real numbers here, Misato..." "Estimate, then." A pause, then, "About two thousand worldwide." Misato blinks, then slowly nods. "Out of a population of over two billion. I can see that." "We'll worry about that when it happens, Misato," Brienna sighs. "In the meantime, make preparations for tomorrow. Ensure that Shinji and Sarai have a chance to 'escape' so they can join Miss Moroboshi as part of her harem. Be creative about it, Commander." "Aye-aye, ma'am!" Misato gives the chairwoman a snappy salute, then turns to leave. "Misato?" "Yes?" the retired commander stops, gazing on Brienna. "Mana Kirijima's mother called us asking about Shinji." Misato blinks, then nods. "Right." She heads out. Kate watches her go, then gazes on the chairwoman. "She may not be that much of a problem, you know." "True, but it's something to keep Shinji on her toes," Brienna winks back, then rises, her eyes sparkling. "Shall I call Anri?" Hearing the name of THAT particular Sexaroid, Kate grins. "But of course!" * * * Nerima, Otimtim's Coffee House, just before suppertime... "Here you go, Satomi-san! All intact and cleaned up, too...! Ara?!" The rose-haired woman blinks surprisedly on seeing the third person with Tariko and Satomi, then steps aside as the three women walk into the restaurant. For today's trip to the beach, Satomi had called in not only two of her friends, Tanaka Misa and her fiancee Sakuragi Mai, but two new friends she had made several days ago: Aruka Ran and Shigaten Benten, two alien-born teens who had come to Earth three months ago alongside their beloved friend, the Oni princess Redet Lum. Gazing around her late uncle's shop, Satomi nods approvingly, then turns back to Ran. "Did the Kuroko come by with all of Rui-san's things, Ran-san?" she indicates Tsutsumi Rui with a hand. "Um, h-hai! They arrived an hour ago and moved everything into the bedroom beside yours and Tariko-san's," Ran replies, giving Rui a curious look before turning to Tariko. "What's this all about? Even if they said they were doing this because you asked them...!" "Rui-chan here, Ran-san, is someone who's as much an orphan now as Satomi and I are," Tariko places a warm hand on Rui's shoulder. Hearing that, Ran nods. "Ah, I understand!" Satomi calls Misa, Mai and Benten over, then introductions are made for Rui's benefit. After a short question-and-answer session, the refugee from Animal Mansion is escorted to her new bedroom. The total shock that appears on her face on seeing her new bedroom set up much like her old bedroom in the Mansion earns Rui a pair of knowing smiles from her hosts. "The Kuroko are pretty good at getting in and out of places unseen," Tariko explains. "I suspect that right now, all your so-called 'lovers' back at Animal Mansion are wondering how all your personal stuff was removed from that place without their noticing it. I assume you don't want anything of your mom's, though..." "No," Rui shakes her head. "If Mom just upped and left me there without trying to check in on me, I don't want anything to do with anything of hers. Still..." she pauses, "...what about things like my school records and all that? Where do I go to school?" "Here in Nerima, of course, but I think you can take a break from classes while we arrange to get your records transferred over," Tariko admits. "And if anyone from the Mansion raises hell about it, there are ways to make them shut up and behave." "You have to go down to Kitakyuushuu tomorrow," Satomi reminds her girlfriend. "Yeah, I do," Tariko nods. "'Tomi, you think you can put Rui-chan here to good use while I'm gone?" "Definitely," Satomi nods in return, then blinks on hearing footsteps echo from the stairwell. "Tariko-chan?!" "What is it, Misa-chan?" Tariko blinks as Misa comes upstairs, an envelope in hand. "What's that?!" "Just delivered by courier," the track runner hands the letter over. Tariko takes it, then blinks on seeing the logo at the corner. "Genome?!" she opens the envelope, then draws out a sheer of paper. Scanning the letter's contents, she blinks surprisedly. "They want me to visit the Tower tomorrow morning." "Guess you're being asked for some more 'consultations,'" Satomi chuckles. "Who's inviting you over?" "Katsuragi Misato. She's a senior exec there," Tariko closes up the envelope. "Another customer?" Misa chuckles. "Yeah, but she told me that she and her fiancee want to hold off on children for a while yet," Tariko notes, then sensing Rui gazing curiously at her, smiles. "I think if you've spent some time with Yura-chan and Masae-chan, Rui-chan, you know what I do." "Ah...! H-hai, I do know what you do, Tariko-sama, but still..." Rui stops before shrugging. "It's hard to believe." "Believe it," Misa smirks, rubbing her stomach. "My fiancee and I're already expecting. So're Benten's and Ran's friends." "EH?!!" Rui gasps. Everyone laughs... * * * Shinjuku... "Pleasant dreams, Rei. I love you." Shinji gently makes a quarter-turn right, then pulls the skeleton key out of Rei's navel. The blue-haired android now stands on a fifty-centimetre high circular pedestal, her name and unit number -- Rei was the sixth Sexaroid built -- etched on the flat surface between her feet. Standing erect with her feet spread apart, her hands at her side, the nude android's head is tilted down slightly. Her eyes are now pitch-dark; that is the only visible sign of a Sexaroid being deactivated. Despite that, her cock is rigidly at attention. It was a sort of in-joke among the Sexaroids who spent all their nights in the large storage room beside the Project BMS labs: you had to awaken them to make them deflate themselves so they can be dressed. Giving her beloveds a final parting look -- Asuka now stands to Rei's left -- Shinji takes a deep breath, then pockets the keys in her shirt before stepping out of the storage room. Closing and locking the door behind her, the prototype Sexaroid scans the status board. Alright, Anri was now in the Chairwoman's office, no doubt providing some personal company to Brienna Mason. Outside her and Shinji, all the 33-S's that should be in the Tower are in the storage room, no doubt dreaming -- as they all did when their bodies were shut down -- about lots of sex and what sort of mistresses they'd finally acquire when Genome sold them. *Doubt that'll happen to me even when the others're gone,* Shinji thinks as she places her sisters' activation keys on Ritsuko's work desk, then walks over to step into an elevator, pressing for the fiftieth floor, where her small apartment is. Turning to gaze out the glass car on the surrounding city now coming alive for the evening, the prototype Sexaroid sighs, a tug of longing pulling at her synthetic heart. *Just because I'm the first doesn't mean my desire to serve is no less than Rei's or any of the others,* she breathes out, ignoring the twin trickles flowing down her cheeks to brim at the curve of her chin. *I want to serve! I HAVE to serve! Why can't I?!* The car stops, the doors soon opening to reveal a long hallway. Shinji walks down to the end apartment on her right, then draws out a key from her jeans to unlock the door. The key in her hand is her very own activation key, the one directly linked to her own body. Insert it into the navel and turn it to the left ninety degrees, Shinji would shut down. Insert and turn right ninety degrees, she would revive. Insert and turn right a hundred and eighty degrees, Shinji could then be verbally commanded to do whatever her owner desired. Of course, no Sexaroid could perform that last function; only a human could. It was one of the many programming safeguards built into the 33-S design. "Tadaima!" Shinji automatically calls out as she walks into her apartment. No one answers, of course. Shinji's rooms are no different than a normal hotel room. One large space with a single bed, nightstand, work table, a small wardrobe and entertainment centre. A closet and a bathroom with all the amenities close to the main door. Nothing else. Shinji didn't mind the accommodations. As a Sexaroid, her needs were actually quite minimal and it struck her as fundamentally wrong to ask for anything more, even from her mother, Ritsuko or Misato. Besides, if the chance ever did come that Shinji would be allowed to be someone's companion, who knew what sort of accommodations -- if any! -- she would have then. Why worry about such mundane things? Placing her activation key on the nightstand, Shinji quickly disrobes before standing before a floor-length mirror to give herself a close inspection. Deep down, she is very proud of what she personally represents: one of the most, if not THE most, advanced android design existing today. Human to the touch, feel, smell -- even Shinji's vaginal discharge and semen tasted real as all her past beta testers loudly asserted -- she is in many ways better than even the most advanced Home Maid android from Kurusugawa Electronics, the NK-1127 series from Mishima Heavy Industries or even "scratch-built" units constructed by the odd solitary "mad" scientist. Oh, she couldn't physically smash her way through concrete walls like Natsume Akira had done when officials from the Defence Ministry had once visited his mother/creator Akiko. And Shinji couldn't fire off tank-melting force beam attacks like Sarai had come to perfect over the last couple months. And Shinji doubted her cooking skills were anywhere close to what Multi, the prototype Kurusugawa Electronics HM-12 home maid android, was said to possess. And sure enough, Shinji couldn't alter her hair or clothes like Kisaragi Honey could. But to the prototype Sexaroid, that just doesn't matter... * * * Shinji's model was designed from the start to fill a special niche market: to be sexually intimate companions to organic herms like Genome's very own chairwoman, Brienna J. Mason. That market, Misato told her once, was potentially quite vast. Of the two-plus billion human woman alive on Earth today, about twenty-five million were hermaphrodites (Shinji preferred that term to "she-male" or "TV" since those terms described a being that looked like a woman from a distance, but didn't have the necessary equipment to fulfil a woman's natural duties to the propagation of the species). And despite the many avenues of personal, spiritual and social advancement open to women today, herms were something of a persecuted minority. Actually, "persecuted" would probably seem too harsh a word to describe their present condition, but given what Shinji had heard of what her organic "sisters" sometimes had to go through, perhaps it could be seen as appropriate. Being women who, atop having a womb and ovaries filled with eggs, also possessed a fully-functional penis complete with prostate gland and testicles that could produce sperm, herms were hailed by experts as one avenue for the human race to continue now that "pure-male" men had been wiped off the map. However, given the nearly-ceaseless burning need the vast majority -- between ninety and ninety-five percent of the world's population -- of post-Virus women had for sexual intercourse, herms were more often seen by the general public as a special delicacy that could be quite addictive once they had been sampled. Oh, yes, they had most of the advantages their "pure-female" counterparts had thanks to the Virus. But because of what hung between their legs, herms could, if they didn't watch themselves, be the target of gang rape every time a girl's eyes locked on that inviting piece of hard muscle or even a simple bulge in a pair of pants. Herms, especially those around the age Shinji had been constructed to replicate, had to take extraordinary precautions to prevent that sort of thing from happening. Baggy, mannish clothing were often the norm for such people. Keeping curious girls at a distance was a skill that had to be learned fast to survive the potentially intimate conditions high school, especially physical education classes, forced on women regardless of their personal stripe. And Heaven help the poor herm who winds up being discovered by a "normal" girl, then forced into what was often called a "relationship" but might better be thought of as "sexual slavery." Shinji had heard of several cases where the herm in question would do her damnedest to stay loyal to her normal lover, yet said lover would gladly bed a half-dozen other girls as well as keep her prized sex toy under her thumb. And if said herm decided she really wanted something more emotionally fulfilling...? It didn't surprise Shinji in the end that many herms, on graduating from high school or university, chose careers in the military or the police, organizations most often filled by the larger lesbian contingent of modern day society. But even there, hopes of seeking out a permanent relationship were still stymied, most often by the traditional distaste lesbians had for dealing with ANYTHING that reminded them of men, especially a man's primary sexual organ. Oh, yes, there had been times when a lesbian and a herm had formed a successful, warm and emotionally fulfilling relationship. Chairwoman Mason and her successor as leader of the Knight Sabres, Captain Sylia Stingray, were one such couple. And there were times when herms did create a lasting relationship with a "normal" girl. But from what Shinji had learned, those instances often involved the herm also accepting her mate's other lovers as sexual "mistresses." Could that really be called "love?" And, to add final insult to injury, there came the whole question of reproduction. Despite their having a penis, herms were still women in their innermost hearts and souls. And because their sex drives were under much better conscious control, herms could quite easily form much more lasting family groups to better facilitate the raising of children. However, the prevalent viewpoint towards herms still regulated them as nothing better than living sex toys. Herms were most often NEVER allowed to fulfil their own inbred desires to become mothers in their own right. Oh, no, no, NO! Herms had to serve in the "father" role in such instances and the "father" role ONLY! And Heaven help a herm couple who decided to start a family between themselves without involving "normal" girls in any way! Knowing all that, the true beauty of Genome's plans for hermaphrodite Sexaroids could then be appreciated. As androids, Shinji and her sisters would be seen as sex toys instead of people. No threat at all. If a herm had a 33-S as her companion, what difference would it make? The herm could still have a "normal" lover, be the "father" to any children her lover might desire, be "traded" around and shared between different lovers whenever the urge to seek out new conquests struck such people...! And while all this is going on, the herm in question would still have an intimate companion who would treat her as a real woman should be treated, totally loyal to her and only her. And if the "normal" girl resented her herm lover having a herm-form Sexaroid? Why, buy her a 34-S male-form Sexaroid for her own personal use! Even if male-form 34-S's -- they were really no different than Mishima's G Class marionettes in design and programming -- weren't as advanced as someone like Shinji, they still could perform to a reasonable degree and were relatively easy to keep and maintain... * * * Shinji sighs. Since her activation four years ago, the prototype Sexaroid had been "beta tested" over two hundred times with human lovers of every potential stripe that Genome could hire for the occasion. Lesbians she had been with were often turned off by Shinji's penis, but were won over by her intelligence, wit and charm. Herms looked on her and her sister Sexaroids as gifts from Heaven; after the initial testing phase began, potential orders from herm customers had begun to pile up with Accounting. And normal girls...? A scowl turns the dark-haired android's lips as she moves to lay down on her bed. Most of those type of humans were just too single-minded for her personal tastes. If there was any other topic that interested them outside various forms of fornication, Shinji had been unable to discover what it might be. Oh, yes, Shinji certainly enjoyed sex very much. Her model of android wasn't call a "Sexaroid" for anything, after all! And as an android, Shinji had energy reserves that matched even the most nymphomaniac of organic women. But having sex constantly without engaging in anything else that could stimulate the prototype Sexaroid's central processors? Ugh! Boring! It would most likely strike Shinji as wondrously ironic that her attitudes towards sexual relations with "normal" girls matched that of the young woman whose stems cells had, in part, allowed Shinji to exist in the very first place! "Hey!" Shinji blinks, then glances towards the door to see Misato standing there. "Konban wa, Misato-san," she sits up as the executive walks over to sit on the bed beside me. "Here to tuck me in for a good night's sleep?" "As always," Misato reaches for the android's key, then gazes intently into Shinji's eyes. "The Skipper was really impressed by what happened this morning, especially the extra time you spent with the Defence Minister. I think we've got a contract on the way." Shinji beams. "Yokatta!" she claps her hands delightedly, then looks down as Misato poises the key over her navel. With a gentle thrust, the hooked rod is shoved into that recess, punching through an invisible slit in the skin to lock on a magnetic tumbler that was directly hard-wired into Shinji's nervous system. The android jolts, her body's joints automatically locking up as the emotion drains from her face. Gazing at this, Misato closes her eyes, surprised to feel tears slip through her lashes. Leaning up, she whispers into Shinji's ear, knowing the android would hear her, "I love you, Shinji-chan. Never, ever forget that." She then turns the key one-half turn to the right... * * * Next morning... "Ah, Tariko-chan, welcome to Genome Tower! Have you had breakfast yet?" "Hai, Ritsuko-chan, I have," Tariko warmly embraces Akagi Ritsuko, both now standing in the Tower's main lobby. The owner of Love Destiny Enterprises is dressed in her usual travel clothes: a turtleneck sweater, slacks and slip-on shoes, a mid-sized travel suitcase now being towed behind her. Having gained considerable experience travelling on short notice all over the planet -- not to mention having gained more frequent flier miles than most airline pilots! -- Tariko understood the virtue of packing light and packing right. "I hope this won't take too long. I've some business in Kitakyuushuu that I want to get started on later today if at all possible." "Understandable," the blonde doctor waves the younger woman to an elevator. Having herself experienced what Tariko did for other women six months ago, Ritsuko knew how things went when the woman beside her carried out her "consultations." "Don't worry about it, though. We'll hopefully be done by noon and we'll have a limo take you to Tokyo Station so you can get a train direct to Kokura." "Thanks," Tariko nods as they slip into the next car, then ascend. "So what's this all about, Ritsuko-chan?" Ritsuko chuckles. "Tariko-chan, how much are you aware of the extended research Masudamasu-hakase has done on your DNA?" "Yoshi-chan?! Well, she hasn't bothered me a lot about that ever since I started up with Love Destiny," Tariko shrugs. "Why?" "Well, put simply, my friend Ikari Yui and I spent some time working with Masudamasu-hakase trying to better understand why you are the way you are. I have to confess, the stem cells that come out of your bone marrow are unlike anything I've ever seen." Tariko nods. "Hai, I know. You should've seen Yoshi-chan tear her hair out sometimes when she stumbled onto something that just didn't make any damned sense to her. Oh, what did she call my stem cells again...? Ah, right! 'Genetic silly putty' or something..." Ritsuko smirks. "Believe me, Tariko-chan, she was dead on about that...! Ah!" The car stops, the doors opening into the Project: BMS laboratory. Awaiting them is Katsuragi Misato. "Hey, Tariko-chan!" "Misato-chan!!" Tariko embraces the executive as Ritsuko shifts the younger woman's luggage off to one side. "How are you?!" "Pretty okay! And I'm more than glad that you're here!" Misato waves Tariko to the meeting table as Ritsuko prepares tea. "I've a message from the Chairwoman. She says she's pleased that you were able to help those couples inside Genome get started with their own families. Even considering the pregnancy leave some of them've taken, their overall productivity has shot through the roof." "I was happy to help them. So, is the good captain willing to take me up on my offer for her?" Misato and Ritsuko jolt, then giggle embarrassingly. "Ah, she hasn't told me anything about that, Tariko-chan!" the former scratches the back of her head, then blinks as the door to the storage room opens. Ah, right on time! "Misato-san, I've done the morning che-...! AH!!!" An electronic clipboard clatters to the floor as Tariko's eyes sweep around to gaze on a younger woman in a button shirt and slacks, her dark brown hair tied in a thick French braid to the middle of her back. Soft blue eyes, now as wide as saucers, lock on Tariko as the owner of Love Destiny gives her a concerned look. Tariko herself blinks confusedly at the newcomer's stare, then shudders as her empathic powers quickly lock on her, registering a mad storm of emotions bursting from this young lady's very soul. Shock, disbelief, awe, admiration and even a fleck of lust. But most of all, a tsunami of pure ADORATION that threatens to swamp Tariko wholesale. Who...? "Moroboshi...! Tariko-sama..." Shinji sniffs as tears brim in her eyes, then with a scream of delight, she lunges for Tariko, dropping the hapless visitor onto her back with a glomp a certain warrior-maiden from China now living in Nerima would admire. Watching as Shinji begins to shower kisses all over Tariko's face, Misato and Ritsuko can only sweat. "I never expected a reaction like THAT from her," the former mutters. "Me neither," the latter nods... * * * Minutes later... "An ANDROID?!!" "Hai!" Ritsuko nods with considerable satisfaction. Tea has now been served. Shinji stands beside Tariko, the prototype Sexaroid now holding the hand of their guest. "Shinji here is the first-ever artificial intelligence-type lifeform constructed with bio-organic circuitry and neuro-processors, virtually no different than an organic's in basic function and overall capacity. Most of her body is organic, her internal organs performing most of the same functions an organic's performs. We call them the Model 33-Special android." "They're called 'Sexaroids' since their main function is to provide intimate companionship for their owner," Misato adds. Tariko considers that, then gazes on Shinji. The latter's cheeks instantly colour as she feels the former's gaze fall on her. "Yes, I can sense the mechanical blocks inside her mind," Tariko's eyes briefly glow. "I assume those are safety elements you put into her." "Hai," Ritsuko nods. "Before we started the detailed construction work, we took everything Masudamasu-hakase learned from your DNA and stripped out all the potential problem sources. Things like your psionic powers and the like. In the end, it was a good thing, since for some of our girls -- the ones we built for Kusanagi-taisa, for example -- we've had to pile on some unique special functions." "Motoko-chan?" Tariko stares on her host. Misato and Ritsuko jolt. "You know her?!" the former blurts out. Tariko's smile slips a fraction. "Hai, I do. She came to me about three years ago, just before her accident." The Genome personnel gaze on her, then slowly nod before Misato breathes out. "Oh, man! You must know half the government, for Heaven's sake!" she slaps her forehead, then stares conspiratorially at Tariko. "Hey, you think you can do some lobbying for us?!" Everyone laughs, Tariko quickly turning to gaze on Shinji. "Geez..." "Amazing, isn't it?" Misato rises, moving to squeeze the prototype Sexaroid's shoulders. "Tariko-chan, you got out, find people who want to make their lives and relationships really special, then help make their dreams come true. Soon, Shinji-chan and her sisters will do something similar. We're starting small, of course; including the ten for Colonel Kusanagi, we've built fifty 33-S's to date, including ten combat models. But when things start to take off, I think we'll be making a lot of people around the world VERY happy." "Starting with herms, I assume," Tariko gives her a knowing look. "Naturally," Misato nods. "Of all the acknowledged social groups, herms are pretty much seen as the most disadvantaged when it comes to their own personal and emotional well-being. We know you've helped a few herms become full-form females in the past. But from what we've discovered through our market research, most herms are pretty comfortable being what they are. The only disadvantage they have, of course, is how their 'normal' peers would treat them if their specific nature became general knowledge. Well..." she gives Shinji's shoulders another warm squeeze. "When our product hits the market, we think that situation will change much for the better." "Motoko-chan's girls are full-female. Can you build those types on demand?" "Yes, we can," Ritsuko nods, then sips her tea. "But given the sheer number of normal organic women available to be had as sexual companions, it would take a very *unique* sort of person to want a female-form android as an intimate, full-time companion. Most normal girls, at least those we've done trials with, take well enough to the male-form 34-S prototypes we've tested to date. And, fortunately, since most normal women can get pretty scatter-brained on occasion, whatever programming defects the 34-S's might have won't be so much of a concern as long as they continue to perform their 'primary' function. Shinji-chan's model is, regardless if she's a herm or not, better suited for people like you and me. People who want not only just a sexual companion, but an intimate friend as well. And given what sort of programming we've given them, we've made sure that Shinji-chan and her sisters will love their owners with all their hearts and souls." "You're starting with herms because they're often in a more socially disadvantageous position vis-a-vis their peers than lesbians?" "Yes." Tariko considers that, then nods. "Well, I can certainly applaud such an idea. You just better hope that those normal girls who might have an influence in government policy don't perceive a potential threat from Shinji-chan and her sisters." "Yeah, there are a whole load of screwballs out there, ne?" Misato shakes her head. "Tell me about it," Tariko rolls her eyes. "Yesterday, Satomi and I had to bail out this one girl, Tsutsumi Rui, who'd been forced to be the block slut for her particular apartment area for the last two-to-three years because her mother's gone who-knows-where. Two of my customers from a year ago, Kawada Yura and her wife Masae, told us about her. Geez, I couldn't believe some of the things those people said about Yura-chan's and Masae-chan's babies! I'm pretty tempted to give Motoko-chan a call and have that place checked out!" "Really," Ritsuko whistles. "Will this girl come work for you and Satomi-san?" "Hai, but not yet. We've got to get her school records transferred over from her old school. I'm thinking of helping her get into Hachijuuhachi High. I sure as HELL don't want her going near Furinkan, not with some of the nuts that go there!" Tariko shudders as the times she had been close to Furinkan High School replay in her mind, then she takes a deep breath. "On her spare time, I'll have Rui-chan help me with the administrative side of Love Destiny, plus she'll help out Satomi in Otimtim's when she gets the chance." "Well, maybe we can help there, too," Ritsuko grins. "Eh?!" The scientist takes a deep breath. "As you can guess, we're moving right now to complete all the necessary testing on our 33-S's so we can finally start putting these girls on the market. To date, we've done basic one-on-one 'beta testing,' where the Sexaroid is allowed to spend time with a single companion in a controlled situation. We want to move away from that into group testing in a more realistic environment. To that end, for the next six months, we would like you and your girlfriend to take charge of four of our 33-S's to be put to whatever use you might want of them. I'm sure Satomi-san would welcome having some extra hands running her coffee shop. And if they turn out to be good enough, maybe you could trust them to run Otimtim's while Satomi-san goes with you on your consultation trips. And at the end of the testing period, the chances are good that you'll be allowed to keep the Sexaroids for as long as you would desire." Tariko stares wide-eyed at Ritsuko, then points to herself. "Us?! I...!" she stops, then looks at Shinji. "Four of your girls?!" "Yes!" Misato nods. "In fact, we've picked out the four we think are best for you and Satomi-san. Shinji?" "Hai!" Shinji perks. The executive hands the young Sexaroid four activation keys. "Wake them up, get them dressed in something nice, have travel packs made for them, then bring them in here so we can get some programs downloaded into them before we turn them over to Tariko-san." "Hai!" Shinji takes the keys, then nods. "Rei, Asuka, Maya and Hikari. Right away, Misato-san!" She heads into the storage room just as a fountain of tea bursts from Ritsuko's mouth. "MAYA?!!" she cries out, then spins on Misato, her blue eyes flashing dangerously. "***KA-TSU-RA-GI MI-SA-TO!!! YOU'VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!!!!***" Misato ducks her fiancee's ranting, laughing embarrassingly. Watching this, Tariko shakes her head... * * * Ninety minutes later... "I'm glad you're willing to do this, Tariko-sama." Tariko smiles as she and Shinji step into the latter's apartment. The four Sexaroids selected to be turned over to Tariko and Satomi for the next six months were now being prepared for immediate delivery to Otimtim's; that would occur around the middle of the afternoon. Rei carried with her a letter from Tariko to her girlfriend explaining the situation at hand. Further, the four girls had, when Tariko took "official" possession of them, been programmed to have Satomi make herself their co-owner/mistress as soon as they arrived in Nerima. For her help, Shinji had been allowed a chance to spend some time with the owner of Love Destiny -- just as long as she didn't leave the Tower, of course. The two had just gone to the cafeteria for some doughnuts and coffee. "Well, I just hope Satomi doesn't mind having four very beautiful young android herms like your friends living under the same roof as she," Tariko chuckles. "Do you think she'll like them?" Shinji waves Tariko to a chair while she sits on the bed. "Oh, I'm sure she will," Tariko chuckles. "We have a herm -- rather, ex-herm! -- as one of our closer friends. Morisato Ryuunosuke. I just helped her transform into a full-form woman last week so she could finally settle down with her fiancee." "Morisato...?" Shinji perks, then her eyes widen. "Oh, you mean the girl from Tomobiki who loves that alien princess?!" "The very same." "I didn't know Ryuunosuke-sama was a herm!" the android asserts. "She was," Tariko nods. "In fact, before Lum-san came, Ryuu-chan was trapped in one of those awful one-sided relationships herms like her often fall into when it comes to normal girls. Believe me, I'm more than glad that Ryuu-chan has a nicer girl as a fiancee now." "That's good," Shinji breathes out. "Shinji-chan?" "Hai, Tariko-sama?" Tariko gives her a knowing look. "You wanted to come along with Rei-chan and the others too, didn't you?" Shinji blinks. "Hai, I would've loved to come. Mom wouldn't allow it, though. I..." she points to herself, then shrugs. "Well, I was built based on the DNA of Mom's son. He was killed by the Virus about six months after he was born. It hurt Mom really bad and..." she takes a deep breath. "Well, I guess it ultimately contributed to how close Mom and I are now. I mean, yes, I do want to be able to go out and be someone's personal companion like the others'll do in the near future. But..." she closes her eyes. "If I left permanently, it'd hurt Mom a lot. And I never, ever, want to hurt Mom, Tariko-sama. She created me with her own hands. How could I hurt her, Tariko-sama?" "I'm sorry to hear that, Shinji-chan," Tariko gives her an understanding nod, rising to sit on the bed beside her host. "Hey, who knows? Maybe when the company starts producing Sexaroids in volume, you'll be allowed to go out and find someone to be with." "Do you really think so?" "Hai, I think so," Tariko nods as Shinji gazes hopefully at her. "Even if you are a Sexaroid, Shinji-chan, you have feelings and desires of your own. You're really no different from an organic girl when you get down to it. That's at least what I think. And Misato-chan and Ritsuko-chan don't strike me as the type to intentionally hurt someone if they can avoid it. And perhaps, you might end up meeting someone who'll past muster with your mother. Don't resent your mom for being a mom when it comes to you, Shinji-chan. Believe it or not, every mother with a teenage daughter -- even an android teenage daughter like you -- only wants what's best for her child." "Hai, I know," Shinji's eyes sparkle with gratitude at her new friend's encouraging words, then sighs. "Tariko-sama?" "Hai?" "Have you...?" she pauses, then sighs. "Well, have you ever had sex with a herm before?" "Me?!" Tariko perks, then hums for a moment before she nods. "Sure I have! Several times, in fact. Some of the girls, I wound up helping become fully-female because they wanted to become mothers and didn't want to go through the damned hassles people tend to create whenever a herm wants to be a mother. Other times, I was is some bar somewhere far away from Japan and 'Tomi and there was this someone whom I sensed needed some companionship. Or possibly to be rescued from some nympho who didn't want her personal sex toy to run away from her." Noting the android's surprised look, Tariko then adds, "Satomi and I have a very open relationship, Shinji-chan. Yes, both of us can see ourselves finally settling down and marrying sometime in the future. I love her dearly and she loves me. But right now, our main priorities are making sure that both Love Destiny Enterprises and Otimtim's turn out to be as successful as possible. And if that means that there come occasions when we want some company when we're separated, then it happens. And believe me, we're better off because of it." "So you're somewhat 'normal,' too," Shinji chuckles. "Maybe," Tariko shrugs, then sighs. "Then again, most normal girls to me..." "Boring." Tariko stares at her android host, then nods. "Exactly! Boring as all hell. Just give a girl the right look and before you know it, *WHAMMO!!*" she makes an exploding motion with her hand. "You got a half-dozen girls on the ground at your feet, asses stuck high in the sky, ready to be fucked every which way possible!!" She breathes out. "Damn! There's no challenge in that whatsoever, Shinji-chan!" "You can say that again!" Shinji rolls her eyes. "You know, with all the 'normal' girls I've done beta tests with, there's only one I ever really liked." With that, she leans over to her nightstand and pulls out a framed picture to show to Tariko. "Nice girl!" Tariko whistles on seeing the nude image of a girl approximately Shinji's physical age, with wavy brown hair to her collarbones and blue eyes gazing out of a softly curved face. "What's her name?" "Kirijima Mana," Shinji provides. "When we spent time together, she just loved being with me. Even..." she pauses, then sighs. "Well, she once even admitted to me that at times, she was embarrassed at herself for acting the way she did when it came to other girls at school and all that. One good look and they'd be ripping their clothes off, going at it like no tomorrow! And..." she takes a deep breath. "Well, before I met Mana-chan, I had been with a whole slew of normal girls. They just ceased to really interest me in the long term, Tariko-sama. It was a lot nicer for me being beta tested by herms or even lesbians. Rei, Asuka and the others felt the very same way. At least with herms and lesbians, you could have normal conversations with them about things other than sex, you know!" she giggles. "You've been with lesbians?" Tariko perks. "Hai. Some of them thought it was pretty unique to be with someone like me. And..." Shinji's reminiscent smile slips a bit. "Oh, yeah, there were those who got really turned off because of my cock and all that, but when we spent time talking about things, they warmed up eventually. In fact, there was this one girl from Nerima that I liked a lot, too. Tendou Akane was her na-..." she stops on seeing Tariko's eyes widen in shocked disbelief. "What is it, Tariko-sama?" she leans close to her guest. "What's wrong?!" Tariko blinks, blinks again, then shakes her head. "Tendou Akane?! Tendou Kimiko's kid?! You've just GOT to be kidding me!" "I'm not programmed to lie, Tariko-sama," Shinji giggles. Tariko considers that, then shakes her head. "Oh, man, that is just IMPOSSIBLE to believe..." Both start to laugh, then find themselves gazing at each other. Shinji then closes her eyes, allowing her mouth to part slightly. Sensing the invitation, Tariko leans down to give her a warm kiss. Their hands reach out for the other as their mouths part, their tongues coming to play right away as their fingers begin to explore the wonderful curves of the other woman's body. Soon enough, Tariko's hands reach Shinji's hips, then one hand slides over a thigh to gently rub against the growing bulge in the android's trousers. Shinji shudders as she feels her sexual programs start to click in deep inside her mind, then she pulls away from her guest. "Tariko-sama?" "Yes?" "Do you like making love in the shower?" Tariko blinks, then slowly nods. "Yes, I do." An inviting smile crosses her host's face. "Let's go have some fun." Silence falls as Tariko considers that, then nods. Both then rise, moving to disrobe each other. As Shinji slips Tariko's trousers and panties away from her body, the android's activation key drops out of her shirt pocket to land on the floor beside Shinji's own pants. Both women ignore that as they continue to kiss, fondle and disrobe each other. Finally, once both are as nude as the day they were born, Shinji leans down to pick up their clothes and lay them on the bed. Noting the dropped activation key, the android reaches down, then as Tariko gently tugs her host towards the bathroom, Shinji absently slips her key into her guest's back trouser pocket... * * * Elsewhere in the Tower... "Very slick, Misato," Kate chuckles. "She does respond to commands, doesn't she?" Misato sighs, then clicks off the hidden camera looking into Shinji's room. While she herself had a nice sexual experience with Moroboshi Tariko the day the owner of Love Destiny came to "consult" her and her fiancee, the former SEAL lieutenant-commander didn't consider herself a voyeur anywhere else outside her's and Ritsuko's bedchamber... * * * "There we go..." Shinji smiles as she shifts the shower controls to ensure that Tariko isn't scalded -- the android often preferred showers that were too hot for organics to take for more than several seconds -- then she sits down at the rim of the shallow end of the shower/bathtub, spreading her legs wide as she wills her cock to grow to its full length of eighteen centimetres. Her inner "housekeeping computer" -- the set of central processors deep within her synthetic mind that monitored all her bodily functions -- tells her all is well and that her sexual programs are now fully initialized. "Must be nice to be able to fully control this thing, eh?" Tariko chuckles amusedly as she stands under the shower head, allowing the water to soak her. "Here, Shin-chan, stand up!" she beckons Shinji to her feet. "Stand back-first to me. Can you let it grow on its own?" she reaches up to start undoing Shinji's braided hair as the android complies with her request. "Hai," Shinji nods, allowing herself to deflate to an unaroused length of about five centimetres. "Good," Tariko pulls the android's hair free, then parts it over the shoulders to expose her back. Shinji gasps surprisedly as Tariko kneels behind her, the latter's tongue pushing at the upper end of the crevasse separating the young android's buttocks. At the same time, Tariko's arms wrap around Shinji's hips so her fingers could gently tickle her crotch. As the fingertips start tracing around the contours of the android's love machine, programs hidden deep inside Shinji's mind click on, commanding the circulatory and muscular systems to start feeding synthetic blood into her penis. Her nervous system also starts coming alive, jolts of growing ecstasy flooding her brain's pleasure centre from the small of her back and her cock. Though Shinji could, if it was perceived as necessary, will her mind to ignore the waves of passion flooding her soul at times like this, she doesn't do that now. After all, in the minds of the people who created Shinji, it wasn't enough for a Sexaroid to ONLY give her lover pleasure. To give pleasure AND to experience it herself ensured that the Sexaroid would continue to ENJOY giving her service to her lover for as long as they were together. Tariko begins to trace licks, nibbles and kisses up Shinji's spine as her left hand starts to pump the latter's shaft, the right caressing her scrotum as the former moves to better comprehend how lifelike the android herm really was. Even though the owner of Love Destiny Enterprises had done this with other herms in the past, the exact number of times could be counted on one set of fingers and toes. That would no doubt change in the near future, Tariko chuckles to herself as her right middle finger locates Shinji's clitoris, located exactly where it should be in the crevasse formed between the two sides of her scrotum, the outer skin of that organ folding perfectly against the outer folds of tissue ringing her vaginal entrance. The contact of Tariko's finger on the android's clit elicits a sharp gasp from Shinji, her back arching automatically as Tariko's left hand, now rubbing against the tip of Shinji's cock, is splattered with a minute burst of pre-cum. *Okay...* the! organic woman muses to herself as her tongue starts to trace the android's shoulder blades. "Shin-chan?" "H-hai, Tariko-sama..." Shinji stutters, her body starting to shake from her lover's touches. "Don't be that formal, Shin-chan," Tariko leans up to rub her chin on the android's shoulder. Shinji blinks, then sighs as the organic's tongue starts to trace the outside of her earlobe. "Ta-chan..." Tariko perks. "'Ta-chan?!' I can accept that!" she breathes lightly into Shinji's ear, making the young android jolt even more as the organic's right hand joins her left to gently stroke and rub her lover's throbbing joystick. "Shin-chan?" "H-h-hai, Ta-chan...?" "Did you and Akane-san actually make love to each other when she was being your beta tester?" Shinji takes a deep breath, then reaches up to gently thread her fingers through her lover's hair. "Only once..." she hoarsely replies. "Didn't really do much when we..." she gasps as one of Tariko's fingers jabs her clit. "Did it, actually..." Tariko hums as she breathes once more into Shinji's ear, making the android's whole body spasm. "Sit down." Shinji pants as she nearly stumbles against the back wall of the bathtub, then sinks down, remembering to keep her legs spread apart wide so Tariko could get in and do whatever she wanted to do. If her organic lover did have some prior experience with other herms, the android suspected strongly that a combination blow-job on her dick and finger-fucking her cunt was coming. Tariko surprises her. The organic's eyes glow as she forms a telekinetic "dildo" to start pumping deep into the android's damp opening, making Shinji scream out surprisedly as the walls of her bio-synthetic vagina are nearly pushed to the limits. With that end of the herm's nether regions being taken care of, the owner of Love Destiny teasingly traces the flanks of Shinji's cock as she carefully exhales onto the tip, making more bursts of jism escape to decorate various parts of Tariko's face. Even now, with some delightful romps in the hay in the company of a herm under her belt, the man-turned-woman still feels the twinge of hesitation, the tweak of discomfort, when it comes to bestowing such personal attention to this strong symbol of masculinity, even when said symbol came part-and-parcel with a particularly beautiful young woman. Tariko automatically fights it down, drawing on her empathic powers to flood her with an overwhelming reading of Shinji's delight, the passionate joy the android now feels at being treated this way, then she opens her mouth wide to take in her lover's member in one thrust that nearly fills her to gorging. Shinji gasps suddenly, synapses in her mind instantly tripping over in succession as she feels the sheer *rush* of a wonderful orgasm about to hit her, then she grabs the sides of Tariko's head as the latter starts to pump away. Fortunately for the android, her housekeeping computer cuts in at the right moment to ensure that she didn't accidentally crush her lover's head -- though given that Tariko's telekinetic powers had long since been trained to snap up an invisible "force field" in case her empathic or telepathic powers detected imminent danger, what might've resulted from Shinji's potential loss of control was her grasping empty air. As she continues to vigorously pump the android's member for what is now about to explode from her testicles, Tariko sends a subtle telepathic probe into Shinji's mind. Images quickly flash in the organic's own mind of one Tendou Akane, a young woman Tariko's age she had encountered many times on the streets of Nerima over the last three years. Quickly enough, the image of a nude Akane lying on Shinji's bed appears in Tariko's mind. The look on the youngest Tendou daughter's face at that instant only makes Tariko grunt knowingly as she senses a particularly ominous quiver jolt Shinji's member before a salty-tasting broth floods her mouth and trickles down her throat. "TA-CHAN!!!!" Shinji screams out as she feels herself explode into her lover's mouth, the dual nature of the android herm's orgasm also coating the invisible dildo now pumping her cunt. Before she could realize what is happening, the android's vaginal sensors suddenly detect the instantaneous disappearance of the "dildo," thus allowing the trickle of vaginal juices to leak onto the rim of the bathtub. Again, Tariko surprises her, this time by using her telekinesis to catch that discharge in a "bowl" and keep it close to the android's opening as the organic's arms sweep under her thighs, pulling Shinji's hips toward her lover, then up so Tariko could get to that particular part of the younger girl's body with her tongue and lips. A quick tickle of the clit with a fast side-to-side motion with her tongue elicits another wail of delight from Shinji, then Tariko dives in to eagerly lap up much more familiar honey from the bucking girl in her arms. Shinji's second orgasm hits soon enough, her pussy juices decorating Tariko's face more as her cock lets go of yet another burst of jism to splatter the android's face and breasts. Like organic herms, Shinji's male organs could automatically replenish themselves. However, since she is an android, Shinji's testicles do not produce real sperm but a remarkably well-crafted substitute which -- thanks mostly to the heightened invulnerability post-Virus women possessed -- would be relatively harmless if injected into someone's love canal. The android pants several times as she feels Tariko's lips pull away from her body, the organic's arms allowing her to sit on the bottom of the bathtub, her housekeeping wetware performing an automatic diagnostic as her internal power systems move to restore her to a semblance of normal operational function. Before she could move to stand back up, Tariko leans down to hook Shinji under the armpits, the former effortlessly boosting the latter back to her feet, then they sink into a warm embrace as they share a tongue-filled kiss. Tasting the by-products of her own body on Tariko's lips and tongue, Shinji sighs, then leans her head against her lover's shoulder as Tariko's fingers thread her hair. "Arigatou, Ta-chan," the android gazes into the taller woman's face. "You really do know how to please someone like me." "Akane-san sure didn't when you and she did it, ne?" Shinji jolts, then relaxes as her memory quickly reminds her about several of Tariko's more amazing attributes, namely her empathic and telepathic powers. "She always had problems with my male features," she admits, reaching up to gently feel one of Tariko's lovely breasts. "I don't blame her for it, though. Akane-san only accepted being my beta tester to get some money for herself since her family doesn't have much in the way of a real income." A pause, then, "How much do you know about Akane-san's family, Ta-chan?" The owner of Love Destiny Enterprises sighs as she shifts the android around her so she could help Shinji clean herself off. "You might say, Shin-chan, I happen to know quite a bit about Tendou Kimiko and her daughters..." * * * Three years ago... "Hey, cutie! What's a nice girl like you doing here?!" A fourteen year-old Satomi jolted, her eyes going wide as that purring voice sent jolts of wanton fire through her body, then she glanced over her shoulder at a smiling Tendou Nabiki. Both were on one of the beaches dotting the Kujuuku-ri Seashore, a long shallow arc of land forming part of the Pacific shoreline of the Boosou Peninsula, the finger of farmland and small towns forming the eastern shore of Tokyo Bay. Nabiki was nude, Satomi dressed in a lace-trimmed, white silk thong; the latter had shed her beach shirt so she could get some sun. The younger girl had been moving to line up for some snacks at a kiosk when the middle Tendou daughter called out to her. "Um...!" Satomi gulped as her eyes automatically danced up and down the older girl's developing body. "I'm trying to get some food..." Nabiki chuckled amusedly, she reaching out to feel the gentle curve of Satomi's shoulder, her eyes locked on the rolling swell of the latter's breasts as she took a step towards the younger girl. "Well, you can get some food and you can get some *food,*" she wriggled her eyebrows as she moved to lean up against her current target. "So what's your name, little one?" she reached up to touch Satomi's cheek. A fearful gulp escaped Satomi as the familiar rush of arousal her being in the presence of another woman, especially since said woman was nude and clearly interested in getting to know her more personally, started to flood her. "Ah...! My n-name's K-kurokawa S-satomi..." she stuttered, her mind's eye flashing a mixed panorama of images, mostly concerning a brown-eyed brunette her own age. "I...!" she tried to shy away as Nabiki's fingertips traced down her arm so she could grasp her hand. "G-gomen, Onee-s-san, but I r-really have to..." "Satomi-chan, are you alright?" Nabiki jolted, then spun left to see Tariko standing there in thong and a white button shirt, Satomi's beach shirt in hand. Before the middle Tendou daughter could try to figure out what was happening, Tariko strode over to stand beside her friend, automatically slipping the beach shirt over Satomi's head. Once again in the presence of the boy-turned-girl Satomi had known since long before Tariko had moved to the Mendou mansion when they were four, the silver-haired orphan feels herself relax, the growing tempest of lust Nabiki's advance on her created instantly quelled by Tariko's empathic aura. "You should know not to walk around alone a beach without a top, Satomi-chan," Tariko helped Satomi slip her arms through the sleeves. "You never know when there's a shark around wanting to take a bite out of you." Satomi nodded, she moving to turn away from Nabiki. Tariko glanced knowingly at the middle Tendou daughter before falling in beside her friend, ready to escort her to the kiosk. At that moment, Nabiki's own thoughts finally caught up with her, though her own desire for intimacy hadn't been affected by Tariko's presence. "Hey, don't be like that!!" she moved to grab the younger brunette's shoulder... ...then yelped surprisedly as SOMETHING invisible smacked her hand away! "Lady, take the hint and go find someone else to bother," Tariko's eyes were closed; this was a time before she adopted the use of sunglasses to prevent people from seeing her eyes glow. "Oh, my, Nabiki-chan! Have you met a few new friends?" Tariko relaxed herself, glancing left to see a nude Kasumi, a thong-wearing Akane and a bikini-with-top wearing Kimiko standing there, all three gazing curiously at their relative and the two orphans. "No," Tariko gazed on Kasumi, then turned to Kimiko, quickly sensing her to be the others' mother. "My girlfriend was just trying to get some food for us when Nabiki-san bumped into her. Now, if..." "Are you calling my sister a molester?!" "Akane!" Kimiko and Kasumi spun on Akane, shocked by the raven-haired girl's snap accusation. Satomi shuddered. Having known her friend for so long, the silver-haired teen knew automatically that Akane's words were the WRONG thing to say to the likes of Moroboshi Tariko. The brunette, being someone so unique due to her origins, lack of blood-family and powers, treasured and cared for her few friends with a determination that was quite overwhelming at times. And if Akane wanted to pick a fight with Tariko, she was going to be in for a very RUDE surprise. What could only make it worse was if Akane's relatives moved to stand by her. "Miss..." Tariko then chuckled. "Over ninety percent of women on Earth over age twelve these days has that potential. How would you like it if some girl came along and tried to put the moves on YOUR girlfriend when all she wanted was to be with you?" Akane jolted as Tariko' words sank in, then her cheeks reddened as the point struck home. "T-true..." she flustered. "Nabiki!" a stern tone filled Kimiko's voice. "Is this true? Were you bothering this young lady?" Nabiki awked as Kimiko's glare lanced into her, stunned that this whole situation had spun against her so easily. "I...!" "Oh, Nabiki!!" Akane groaned, then moved to stand beside Tariko and Satomi, an apologetic smile appearing on her face. "Look, I'm sorry about my sister! She just can't control herself at times, especially in places like this!" "So I noticed," Tariko relaxed, she giving the youngest Tendou a knowing smile. "Hey, Tariko-chan, the crowd's gone from that place!" Satomi pointed to another kiosk some distance away. Tariko looked, then nodded. "Okay, let's go!" she gripped Satomi's hand, then moved to head off. "Nice to meet you, Akane-san." "Hey, wait!" Nabiki called out. "You don't have to go anywhere...!" Her voice caught into her throat as Tariko's eyes locked on her, the latter's empathic powers instantly reaching out to grab the unsuspecting woman in a tight psionic vise. "Lady, what part of 'no' don't you seem to understand?!" she growled, her voice echoing LOUDLY inside Nabiki's mind to unleash the proverbial "fear of the Goddess" in the older girl's soul. "Let's go, Satomi-chan." They headed off. Akane watched them go, then glanced at Nabiki. The middle Tendou daughter had sank to her knees, her eyes wide with stunned disbelief. A glance at Kasumi and Kimiko revealed the same sort of look. "Oh, my!" Akane tittered as she turned to head off. "To actually believe that someone could actually REJECT having sex with either of you! It's about damned time!" She walked away, leaving her mother and sisters where they were... * * * Today... Tariko sighs contently as Shinji carries her to the android's bed, then gently lays her down before undoing the large towel wrapped around her body. Pulling away her own towel, the younger girl breathes out as she feels her erection come back, then she slips onto the bed. Tariko spreads her legs, beckoning her lover closer to her. Shinji is quick to oblige the older woman, sliding up to poise her cock directly in line with Tariko's cunt, then leaning down to give her a kiss, the android thrusts in, filling the latter to bursting. Tariko cries out at that sudden intrusion into her most private place, then squeezes her eyes shut as Shinji starts to pump away. Purring delightedly as a hot rush of passion starts to flood her whole body, Tariko wraps her arms around her lover's shoulders, they sharing another kiss before Shinji picks up the pace, pushing both herself and the older woman once more over the precipice into sexual nirvana. To believe Tendou Akane had actually allowed the android herm to do THIS to her! * * * Personally, Tariko had nothing against the Tendou family. After all, Kimiko, Kasumi and Nabiki were "normal" girls. When one got down to it, such people couldn't be really blamed at all for the nearly limitless amounts of sexual desire the Millennial Virus forced on them. In fact, Nabiki's attempted seduction of Satomi that day had actually been the factor that forced the latter to accept receiving a special "injection" of modified stem cells taken from Tariko's bone marrow (thanks to the help of one Masudamasu Yoshiko), thus in effect solidifying their blooming relationship. That special injection didn't give Satomi the more spectacular parts of Tariko's abilities: her telepathic and psychokinetic powers. It did give her the full battery of empathic abilities Tariko had as a birthright, not to mention the limited dose of telekinetic abilities needed to help with reproduction. And of course, like her girlfriend and many other women worldwide, Satomi no longer had to ! concern herself with visiting a conception clinic to aid her in having children for the rest of her life. Even better, as things between herself and Tariko solidified, Satomi inherited the inner emotional stability and greater control over her sexual desires that was more common to lesbians and herms than normal girls. That came in handy soon after Satomi took over operating Otimtim's on a full-time basis. Within days, roving pussy-hunters had singled out the silver-haired coffee shop owner as a prospective target for a quickie or two. Among those girls were both Tendou Kasumi and Tendou Nabiki. As they came to Otimtim's to make a score, they all were made to leave in very short order, their desires for Kurokawa Satomi left unfulfilled. The more stubborn of the lot got physically tossed out on their asses. Soon enough, the word got around: the beautiful young woman running Otimtim's was no girl's land. Eventually, even Nabiki, who clearly couldn't bring herself to understand why Satomi had refused her in the first place, got the hint. Of course, thanks to their interacting with the Tendou family, Tariko was soon to learn of the REAL truth behind the unleashing of the Virus that murdered and mutilated so many years beforehand. Goddess, to actually believe a selfish little gnome like Happousai had actually existed in the first place! Of course, outside sharing it with Satomi, Tariko kept that knowledge to herself. Heaven only knew, Tendou Kimiko had personally suffered because of her family's association with that man. To actually allow such knowledge to run free in a world with many women still grieving over lost husbands, fathers and sons would simply be unnecessarily cruel to Kasumi, Nabiki and Akane. And indeed, given what Happousai had done on "behalf" of the women of the world, Tariko often found herself agreeing with her more androphobic customers, not to mention Tendou Akane, that it might actually be better to keep men forever consigned to the history books... * * * Tariko cries out as she feels Shinji explode deep inside her, the showering of her vaginal walls with the android's synthetic cum making fireworks explode deep in her own mind as her hands gripping Shinji's shoulders for dear life. She takes several deep breaths as she allows the rolling waves of passion to peter out inside her, then she relaxes, allowing Shinji to lay against her, the younger girl's head now comfortably pillowed between Tariko's lovely pair of D-cup breasts. As the older woman's hands gently thread the android's long hair, Tariko closes her eyes. "Did she at least thank you for the attention you gave her, Shin-chan?" she whispers. "Eh?" "Akane?" The prototype Sexaroid blinks, then slowly nods. "Hai, at the end. But she told me..." "She wouldn't make a habit of this, right?" "Hai." A low breath escapes the older woman. "I wonder how she's taking to Saotome Ranma." "Eh?" Shinji perks. Tariko shakes her head. "Never mind," she sighs. "What time is it?" "About five to eleven." Another deep breath. "I better go." "I wish you could stay, Ta-chan." Tariko gazes down at Shinji, quickly noting the blush colouring the android's cheeks, as if the younger girl is embarrassed to admit that she has her own personal desires in the first place. "When I come back, I'll talk to your mom, okay? No sense leaving a cute android like you cooped up in this place while your friends are having loads of fun over at my place. Ne, Shin-chan?" Shinji smiles. Slipping herself out of her new lover, the android leans up to gaze into Tariko's eyes. "Promise?" "I promise," Tariko nods, then they kiss... * * * On the Shinkansen to Hakata (Fukuoka), an hour later... "Ah, Moroboshi-sama! It's good to see you again!" "It's good to see you, too, Minazuki-san," Tariko nods as she hands her travel case to the stewardess. "How are things with you?" "Quiet," the bespectacled, busty, auburn-haired twentysomething with red-brown eyes -- Minazuki Taeko is working for Japan Rail for a couple of years to earn money to attend university -- nods pleasantly as she tries to boost the case into the overhead luggage compartment. Grunting as the case's weight staggers her, she nods thanks as Tariko helps her put it away. "Long trip, Moroboshi-sama?" she chuckles. "Yeah, going to Korea after stopovers in Kyuushuu..." "Oh, you dropped your key!" "Eh?!" Tariko turns around as Taeko kneels behind her, the stewardess picking up a black skeleton key. "Wha...?" her eyes suddenly go wide as her eyes lock on the three katakana symbols etched on the black metal over the hooks at the key's business end. "Shinji...?!" she takes the activation key in hand, stunned that something like THIS had wound up in HER possession. "Oh, shit!" she deflates. "Are you alright, Moroboshi-sama?" Taeko gazes concernedly at her. Tariko returns her look, then sighs. "Not really..."
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