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The Inventor And The Naga [Bound To Pleasure and Lord Red]

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The quiet little town of Murchoon is home to no one of any particular note. It's only a little south of Monsters' Cove, an offshoot island full of nasty creatures that few dare to tread at. And, just north of the Cove is the laboratory of one Doctor Gregory Hurtzfield. His home is guarded quite well by his various inventions, but is now standing empty, as its last occupant, the creation and daughter of the Doctor, has left it for Murchoon.

Connie took the long way around the Cove-while she's confident in her body's durability, there's no reason to be foolish and risk anything at this moment. She approaches Murchoon from the north, seeing the walls that the town has long since spilled out from and the buildings outside it. As she nears the first of the people, she takes a deep breath-not something she actually needs to do, but a habit she picked up from her father. And, her nerves somewhat settled, she slithers ahead. "Hello there!" she calls to the first people she sees, a middle-aged man talking to a much younger man about a job.

The two stop their talking, eyeing the newcomer with suspicion. She doesn't look... Well, like anything they've seen before at all. While she is giving a jaunty wave with a friendly smile, she's also too different for them to be at ease. The younger man steps forward, in between the middle-aged man and the newcomer. "What business have you here?" he asks.

"I'm just trying to find my dad-have you seen him? Tall man, glasses, salt and pepper hair and beard that he REALLY should trim and get in better shape," Connie replies.

He shakes his head. "No. No one like that."

Connie's smile falters a little, and the man tenses. But she just hangs her head slightly, with a forlorn "Okay." But she picks her head and smile back up, and says "Thank you, though. Have a nice day!" she tells them before moving further south into Murchoon.

When she's passed far enough to be out of earshot, the middle-aged man asks a simple question. "The fuck just happened?"
 
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Taking stop in the little town of Murchoon was a young woman, sitting at an outdoor table of a local pub going over her notes while enjoying a snack and a drink. Her name was Alicia Asomdas, though her friends just called her Ali. She was a lovely young woman, in her mid 20s, with pale skin and red hair, with a curvy build that was evident even in her looser comfortable traveling cloths. She was getting to occasional stare from the townsfolk as they went about their day, though it wasn't just her beauty that was causing their heads to turn. There were several unique bits and bobs that made her stand out. For one she had a set of goggles on her head, working as a head band holding back her shoulder length bright red hair. About her belt and travelers cloak was a mix of all sorts of tools for tinkering and machine working as well as trinkets and gizmos made of shiny copper and brass. Certainly not the sort of thing you typically saw one traveling with but Alicia wasn't a typical traveler. Alicia was a scholar, a tinkerer, and inventor, and something of an amateur adventurer.

Tinkering was certainly not unheard of mind you, but it was something of a rarity outside the larger cities in the heart of great kingdoms. And she was quite far from any of those at this time. She had been traveling for some distance now, searching for someone. A Doctor who had once taught at the collage she had studied at. She hadn't actually learned under the man himself mind you. He had long sense left the faculty, but she had found notes and books on his research, techniques, theories and experiments, buried deep in a forgotten part of the library. The information had fascinated her, such radical and bold ideas. She had been fascinated by the notes and papers, eagerly she hunted for every scrap that had been left at her university, abosrbing each and every detail she could untill she had gotten her hands on everything they seemed to have. But she still wanted more. The ideas fascinated her, the possibilities. She had to know more, discover if he had managed to making his theories into realities. And so she set off to find this mysterious Doctor Gregory Hurtzfield.

Her bright crystal blue eyes carefully scanning her notes as she chewed thoughtfully on her lip. She had followed rumors of a reclusive inventor out in the wilds around this town and had only arrived here just a day ago and began asking around for the man. Problem was she didn't exactly have any idea what he looked like. Just a name and the assumption that he still worked as a inventor and tinkerer. She let out a sigh, lowering her book and staring out into the road. "Gods I hope I didn't drop out of school for a wild goose chase..." she mumbled as she lifted her cup of tea to her lips, freezing as a glint of movement caught her eye.

Coming down the rode, in the distance, was what looked to be a naga. A monster? here in town? Yes this place was not far from a place called 'monsters cove' but for a lone monster to be bold enough to just come this far into civilized territory. She stood, reaching for something in her cloak getting ready to do some monster slaying but paused as it grew closer and she noted some strange details not typical for a naga. She was...shinier for one thing. No matter how a clean and plished a snakes scales were they would not gleem in the morning light like that. And not jsut her scales, but her hair as well. It had a metalic quality to it. "It can't be..." she muttered to herself in growing excitment. She slapped some coin down on her table and went running into the streets skidding to a stop before the mechanical naga. "You! Are you? Could you be? That is to say-" she strumbled over her words as her mind spun to quickly to settle on what to say till she blurted out "Are you one of Doctor Hurtzfield's creaetions!?!"
 
Connie has been moving deeper into the town, asking just about anyone who seems approachable about her father. With each no, she pushes on, unaware that she's now being trailed by a few of Murchoon's guards. She's almost ready to just leave the settlement, when Alicia rushes over.

The naga's eyes go wide, and her waning smile comes back full force. "Yes! Yes, he's my father. He made me, and-have you seen him?"

When Alicia responds in the negative about having actually seen Gregory, Connie's smile vanishes entirely, replaced with a somber expression. "Oh... Okay. I'm sorry," she says, "I've just... I'm looking for him. He left about half a year ago, on something very important. But he hasn't come back, and I just... I just miss him, and I'm worried, and I hope he didn't get into trouble or get hurt or get... Get..."

With her imagination running through the various possibilities of what might have happened to her father, the weight of the situation settles on Connie. She's been trying to avoid thinking too deeply up till now, but it's all crashing in, and the sniffles start to come, quickly becoming full-on crying, though without any tears.
 
Alicia doesn’t show it on her face, but she was quite taken aback at the sudden show of emotion by the naga. She hadn’t been expecting such…such a REAL response from her, even the most advanced constructs she has ever seen from the greatest craftsman in the cities were stiff and decidedly not human like in their responses. For her part the only expression shining through being excitement to see such a unique and complicated construct. This was far beyond even the wildest theoretical notes she had found, but already her mind was drawing the dots between what must have been some of his earliest ideas and what slithered before her, a true master work of craftsmanship.

Thought that excitement quickly turned to startled shock after she gave her negative answer to the question of had she seen the doctor. She explained she was looking for him as well. But before she could explain further the construct appeared to be overcome with grief, which was more shocking even than the excitement it had shown a moment before. I’m a moment she no longer felt like she was looking at some master crafted construct of metal and gears and arcane workmanship. It felt like she was standing before a worried and frightened young woman who was on the breaking point if dispare.

I don’t think It…no…SHE is merely a construct…

She took a step closer and took hold of the Naga’s hands. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here, let’s get out of the middle of the road, you can cry on my shoulder as long as you need, and once you are feeling better you tell me everything you know and maybe we can put our heads together and figure something out.” She shot the guards a look trying to convey that she had this handled but she doubt that was much comfort to them. She was new in town so it’s not like they knew she was both an adventurer and a tinkerer herself. Still she hoped that having someone with the artificial naga would help put them at ease.
 
"O-okay," Connie says back, trying to keep her head up.

The guards, having seen enough of the naga to be pretty sure she's not a danger, just nod to Alicia. All but one head back to wherever their patrol was.

With that settled, the two women head back to where Alicia was eating, surprising the waitress taking care of the table. "I thought you had left," she says, taking in the sight before her, and deciding to just let the strange inventor do what she will. The coins on the table are gone by now, but it wasn't enough to worry over, given what was just found.

Connie is still dealing with her emotions, not taking a seat and choosing instead to just be next to Alicia. She puts an arm around the other woman's back and her head rests heavily on
her shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's just, just..." she stammers out, not really able to get her words into order.

This close, Alicia can feel Connie. She's wearing a tunic over her ample chest, well-made if not well-fitted. The parts of metallic skin are shockingly smooth, as well as being only somewhat cool to the touch. Her hair is made of many gossamer-thin metallic strands, with her tail being much thicker and stronger. The tail is, at the moment, moving restlessly and aimlessly back and forth, though Connie is careful to keep it from knocking anything over.
 
She took her seat giving the waitress a sort of apologetic shrug. "Yeah, sorry, uh...Don't worry about us we just need a spot to be out of the way." She retook her seat, not really worrying that her money was gone a long with the half drunk tea and the partially eaten sandwich she had left there. She had ran off after all.

Alicia hadn't been sure what to expect next, this was all so far beyond what she could have conceived. This creation of the doctors. It seemed...to really and truly have life, in all the ways that really mattered. Emotion, attachment, feeling, desire. Somehow he had woven such ethereal things into the metal and gears of this magnificent machine, this artificial person. What she hadn't expecte was for Connie to take her up rather literally on the shoulder to cry on.

She this was giving her a very up close appreciation of the exquisite craftsmanship of her. She was clearly metalic, but it didn't feel like she was being gripped by copper hands with iron bones. There was a strange gentleness, a softness that almost felt organic in a way that was baffeling. And there there was her ample chest that was rather hard to ignore. She tried to focus on the fact that there was a sad and griving person beside her not a impossible master craft or a beautiful exotic woman who was just her type in so many ways.

She wrapped one of her own arms back aground Connie. "Hey, hey, don't apologize for tears." well...at least for crying, if not for actualy tears she thought "Don't fight your feelings, its not healthy. If you feel you need to sob, then sob honey. It will be easier for you to tell me everything about the situation once you get all that out. Once you get out your eomtions and I'm briefed on what you know we can figure out what to do next."
 
Connie nods, and bawls for a good three or four minutes. The other patrons look at the situation, some with sympathy, others annoyance, but no one bothers to bother Alicia and Connie.

Once her crying spell is over, she takes another deep breath. Alicia can see that air is actually going in, but isn't sure if that's a needed function or just a habit. She can also see it do quite interesting things to Connie's chest. "Okay... Okay. Let me try to explain as much as I can. And, um, thank you, Miss, for offering to help."

"My name is Connie Hurtzfield. My father, Doctor Gregory Hurtzfield, made me 508,092,134 seconds ago. Er... A little more than sixteen years," she translates, realizing that the other woman probably doesn't have the same head for numbers. "He said that he used something called The Spark when he made me, and left a lot of notes on it-but he wasn't able to pin down exactly what it was, what brought it to him, how to replicate what he had accomplished, or anything like that. He raised me as his daughter, taught me as much as he could, and was a great father. I mean, he still is! He will be, as soon as we find him."

She continues, saying "1,582... I mean, just over six months ago, he left. He wouldn't tell me where he was going or why he was leaving, but he promised it was important. I tended to the lab and worked on myself a little bit in the interim. The hair is new-it took some work to make something that was delicate enough to flow like natural hair, but not too brittle. But, um, I left home to try and find him, because I hadn't heard anything since he had left. I've only just now arrived in Murchoon. I... Haven't really made much progress so far. But I found you!"
 
Alicia tried her best to give the other patrons apologetic looks. But even so she kept most of her attention on The sobbing naga leaning against her shoulder. And not just because she as a beautiful woman from the waist up. Okay, not ENTIRELY because she was a beautiful woman from the waste up. She was also trying to soak in the details of her craftsmanship, learn what she could from how she was made, though just looking at her from the outside she could only make rudimentary assumptions about how this marvel was made. But even doing that was a bit tricky as she kept getting distracted by her beauty. All those jokes from my exes about me being so obsessed with machines that I should be considered a mecha-phile are either way more or way less funny now.

She took in the story as best she could. It was a lot to say the least. She tried to tie what information Connie could share with her to the notes she had come across back at school but the leaps in development from his rough theories and early stages to this final product were so astronomical she could hardly imagine what the in between could look like. So for now she pushed those thoughts aside and tried to focus more on the heart of the problem. Six months ago he left with no explanation, and she could no longer wait for him to return. A fair reaction for a daughter to have for a father she supposed. She blinked a bit at her mentioning that she could, and had, performed work on her self "Oh wow, that's quite impressive. And the hair looks very nice, you did a wonderful job." She said with a gentle smile. "And yes, you did find me. Though I am sorry to say I don't have much information to share. I'm Alicia Asmodas. I was a student at a university I believe your father once taught at long ago. I found some of his early notes and diagrames in the libary and they were so inspireing and facinating I had to attempt to persue his line of study and I figured the best way to do that was to find him. My trail lead me here and to you." She put a comforting hand on Connies and gave it a reasuring squeeze, a somewhat odd sensation to be doing ot a metal hand and she wondered what excatly that felt like to Connie, but regardless she was sure the gesture was appriciated. "So it seems to me that fate lead us to each other, and we can work together to find your father."

"I guess you must have been asking around town with just about everyone you passed huh? Not a bad idea, a wide net catches the most fish, so the saying goes, but I think we need to narrow our field of search. If wherever he was going was always going to be an extended trip there are almost two places he almost certainly stopped by if he came here before going on his way. A general market for travel supplies or the local black smith or metallurgists for tinkering supplies. Just about every inventor or tinkerer I know never leaves for a trip with out some supplies to build with in case the need arrises. I would guess we should start with the metalergists over the general market, I'm sure your fathers supply requests from them would be fare more memorable and unique. Who knows, even if he didn't tell them any details about his trip we maybe we can learn something about where he was heading based on what sort of supplies he gathered before going. Sound like a good place to start to you?"
 
"Yes... Yes, thank you," Connie replies. She manages to get her smile back as she stands straighter, getting her weight off of Alicia. "The metallurgists, smiths, and local tinkers. I know he worked with some people from Murchoon, mostly just for shipping supplies in, but does the name Dominic LeMartes ring a bell? He handled a lot of the mundane shipments-iron, copper, tin, that sort of normal thing."

Alicia recognizes the name as a contact that also handled shipments of mundane materials, but better than Connie's information, she has an address of his. With Alicia taking the lead, the two set off for Murchoon's market and arrive within about half an hour. Dominic's building isn't central in the marketplace, but might be better as a later stop-as mundane materials were unlikely to be top of the list.

Neither woman listens to the various vendors hawking their wares, from exotic fruits to fancy carpets to finely blown glassware, until they hear someone talking about mithral. Connie darts over, her speed surprising given the length of her body, saying "Excuse me! Excuse me, ma'am!" to the merchant with the mithral. The woman is short, even shorter than Connie's five feet, but thickly built with muscles.

"Interested in some quality metals?" she asks, casting an appraising eye to Connie. "Something a little shinier, maybe?"

Connie shakes her head. "Um, not right now. But did you get any unusual requests lately? Or did you run into a man by the name of Hurtzfield? Tall, glasses, grey and black beard that needs a trim?"
 
Allicia lead the way, it was a little after mid day so the market street where much of the vendors and traders were stationed was bustling and full of activity. Which also meant lots of eyes turning to gawk at the uncommon sight of a shiny, beautiful, metalic naga slithering her way through the crowd. It did have the bonus of making people part of of their way so their was less pausing for crowded passes. Even with the head turning sight of Connie, the vendors and merchants were unbothered; focused on selling their weares no matter the distactions.

Alicia ran after Connie, shocked by her speed, not just in the general sense of her get up and go, but how easily she wove herself through the crowd. She seemed to have some truely snake like dexterity, which from a constructive point of view was highly impressive. She would love to get her hands on the blueprints for Connie at some point, but she figured that could seem a bit presumptuious with her father not around to approve of a stranger getting a look at the inner workings of what was both his child and master work.

The woman crossed her arms thoughtfully for a second "Oooh! That odd old man? I've been wondering where he's been. He's nice enough but never gave me his name. Would just come buy every couple of months and buy or request I acquire some rare or strange materials. Haven't seen him in quite some time though." She pondered the second question for a moment "You know, I did get a strange request for an Adamantite-Orichalcum alloy. That was about two months ago, wanted me to ship it all the way up to Rosadella, that city up in the north-west. There wasn't a name on the request mind you, just an adress. But still, that ain't the sort of request you get every day, and I've sold that kind of stuff to that man before."

"That could be where he is at then, or at least the next best play to start looking. Do you happen to have the adress to where to it was shipped to on hand?"

The metal merchant shook her head "Naw, sorry lass, I don't think that would do ya much help. Order came from and was delivered to a Postal package hub like they have in those larger cities, especially for a order of this nature. Not like I can fit 30 pounds of rare metals into a envalope."

"Well shoot still." she looked to Connie "Sounds like we have a lead. Though we can still check with LeMartes before me make any travel plans if you like."
 
Connie listens closely, cocking her head when she hears the exact materials. "Adamantite and Orichalcum Alloy... That's... Um, thank you very much, miss!" she says to the merchant. "We really appreciate the help."

"Anything for a customer, of course! Speaking of which," she replies, eyeing the coinpurses.

The naga absentmindedly fishes a few coins out-one large and gold, two silver, and an electrum. "Um, not buying anything at the moment. But you can have a little for your help." With the merchant placated, Connie slithers a bit away, deep in thought. When Alicia catches up, Connie says "Adamantite is a defensive and constructive material. It's durable, it's resistant to almost any form of attack, and people love using it for armor or secure buildings. Orichalcum... Isn't. It's magically-infused metal, usually starting from a base of platinum or silver, sometimes mithral, but given its reactive nature, it's not suitable for armor or buildings. We... My dad and I, we generally don't work with it-not much need to make weaponry, which is what it's best for. I don't know why he'd need some..."

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Rosadella. We have a destination. Do you know if LeMartes has anything or anywhere in Rosadella as well?"
Alicia knows that LeMartes does indeed have an outpost in the city.
"Then let's just go there."
 
Alicia was a little surprised to find Connie so knowledgeable on rare metals and their typical uses. Though she supposed she should have assumed as much. Like father like daughter it would seem. If Dr Hurtzfield was half as brilliant in person as his notes had been, his OLD notes at that, it was little wonder that someone who spent years with the man would pick up a thing or two. Though she suspected Connie had gotten in on the family business by the way she talked about working with her dad.

"Good observations, they are certainly high quality materials to be working with outside your normal workshop..." she said with a small reassuring smile "Well Rosadella is a big city, with lots of adventurers that come through. Could be that he took on a commission to make armor and weapons for someone, get some travel money? Or repaying an adventurer for their help?" Those were the two reasonable and comforting suggestions she gave the poor worried daughter. The darker more scenically part of mind thought Or He needed to make weapons for himself to get out of a bad situation or someone unsavory got a hold of him and is forcing him to make things against his will...

"Pardon me if this is a...personal question, but if we are going to be traveling all the way to Rosadella that is a trip that will take supplies, at least for organic types like me. Do you have any sort of...daily supplies you need? Or stuff like protect you from the elements? I have some supplies, but they are kind of for a single traveler with normal flesh and blood needs. We should stock up on any needs you might have while we are in the market. Plus my tent probably can't fit us both. So we'd either need to get you your own tent, get a larger one to share or...well I guess if you don't care if your tail is outside the tent we could both squeeze into my single person tent but we'd really have to cuddle up to make that work."
 
"Oh, I don't need much of anything!" Connie replies. "Some oil is good to keep my joints from squeaking, but they still function without out, just a touch stiffer. I don't need to eat, drink, or breathe; though I can do all of them. It took about three years to properly get the taste and smelling working properly, but my dad really wanted me to be able to experience it."

She laughs a little bit. "Of course, he didn't expect me to critique his cooking so much! He didn't cook with any seasonings, and managed to half-burn almost everything. But he got some sweets ordered every once in a while, and those were delicious. But, um, yes! We should get some more supplies. At least we're in the marketplace, so shouldn't be hard to get them."

The two women head to a less mechanical part of the marketplace, towards where vendors are selling fruits and vegetables, meats and grains, and some fabric goods as well. It quickly becomes apparent Connie has no sense of bartering, or much economic sense either-when faced with a high offer for some rations, she accepts it immediately. But Alicia is able to glimpse inside the coinpurse, and sees that it perhaps won't be an issue-it's full to the brim of coins, mostly gold, and even has a few gemstones in it. Gregory apparently made no small amount of money with his works.

With the shopping for supplies done, all that's left is the tent. Connie looks at Alicia as they move for the merchant who sells them, and says "So... Do you, um, mind if we do just get one larger tent for both of us? I had to camp out for a few nights on the way to Murchoon, and... It felt kinda lonely. It's okay to say no! I can handle it! But... Um, it'd be really nice, if you, um..."
 
She had sort of figured as much, as human as Connie was in spirit she had to imagine there were certain things that being made of metal and clockwork made unnecessary. Though the bright blue eyes of Alicia went wide when Connie mentioned she could in fact not just eat but TASTE and SMELL! "Fascinating! If you have the knowledge of how he managed to pull that off you will have to explain it to me someday." She joined Connie in her laugh at the story of critiquing her fathers food "Well, if I'm cooking I'll do my best to keep from burning things."

Alicia helped direct Connie to the proper supplies vendors for travel wares. Dried goods that would keep long and store easily, a few fresh ingredients with longer shelf lives, but avoided anything that would go bad to swiftly or wouldn't stand up well to the rigors of travel. She let Connie pay, sometimes more than was market rate, for what they acquired. She certainy seemed to have the coicn to spare it seemed; That being said she did step in a time or two when she felt the merchant was gouging them to highly and employing her own bartering skills. Afterward she mentioned to Connie; "I don't mind you leaning on your surplus of coin, I know you made some people very happy today with it; but going forward do be careful. If you pay what ever any one asks right away you might find a heavy purse becomes light faster than you'd believe. Not to mention, for sounds carry father than the jingling of coins. It can attract the wrong kind of attention if you aren't careful."

When the topic of a tent came up and Connie mentioned she'd prefer a single tent from them both Alicia had to carefully school her expression to not look to pleased about sharing a space with the beautiful naga. Though internally she was doing a excited little dance. She honestly been hoping that was the way thing would work out. "One larger tenet will do just fine, I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't okay with it. Sleeping together is more safe and secure in most cases anyways."

She helped the purchase a fine tent, one that would provide plenty of room for the both of them. Once that was done She inquired "Any other stops you want to make while we are in town? Or shall we start the trek to Rosadella? It is a two and a half week walk, give or take our pace, weather, or other distractions. About a week just to get to the next village that lies inbetween."
 
Connie ponders for just a few moments, saying "Let's just get going!" with her thinking complete. "We've still got six or seven hours till nightfall, might as well get started on the journey."

The first half-day of travel is largely uneventful. The roads out of Murchoon are well-patrolled and safe for two or three days outside the city, and Rosadella is very much a place that a main road would lead to. The weather shifts just a bit, from the sunny day that it has been to grey clouds as evening approaches. As the first rain drops start to fall, Connie asks "Want to set camp now? Try to avoid getting too soaked."

The tent takes a few minutes to complete, by which time the rain is a steady drizzle. Alicia hurries into the tent, followed by Connie, who draws her entire tail inside. "Sorry if it's a little cramped... The tail's kinda big." She then strips out of her tunic, setting the wet garment to one side, and revealing her sizeable chest. Her nipples are a little small for the size, but the overall impact of the breasts are still quite arousing.
 
Alicia nodded in agreement "Sounds good, no time to waste." She hadn't been in Murchoon long, and had originally hoped to stay a few days, but that was before she learned the reason she came to this town wasn't around and meeting Connie who was so fascinating and exciting that it rejuvenated her eagerness to travel significantly.

Connie made for a delightful travel companion, and it was nice to have someone to talk to on the road. Though Mostly Alicia let Connie do the talking, telling her about her father and the things they worked on together with Alicia asking occasional questions. She honestly just wanted to get to know more about Connie, not just as a creation but as a person. She was absorbed enough in their talks that she hardly noticed the shift in the weather until the first drops of rain hit her head. "Uh, yeah that is probably a good idea." She replied

The rain came on quicker than one would hope, and setting up a big tent like this was a more involved processes than setting up her dinky little one person tent she had been using, Alicia's didn't get to badly wet, her travel cloak was made to be very water resistant given she had much of her mechanized personal defense gadgets kept in its pockets and straps. She did hang it up once inside to let it dry. Only to turn around to see Connie stripping off her wet shirt. Her face flushed quite quickly at the sight of the now rather naked naga. "Ah...oh...um. No problem, I don't mind getting cozy." especially with a topless beauty. God I feel like such a creep eyeing an her like this...maybe if I... Her top wasn't really all that wet, she didn't need to remove it, but maybe she'd feel less like she was a peeping tom if they were both just topless girls drying off from the rain. She removed her shit, her own bountiful breast bouncing free, her nipples a bit hard from the chill of the rain and her own low key excitement at seeing Connie's naked form. She bit her lip as another thought came to mind, and she did try to stop herself from asking she really did but it just sort of slipped out.

"So...personal question Connie, and if its too personal that's fine you can tell me to drop the subject. You can taste, and smell...but do you feel...like...pleasure?"
 
Her eyes flick down to Alicia's breasts, but her cheeks are incapable of blushing, and for that, Connie is thankful. She'd be beet red if her body could.

"Um... Uh..." she stammers out, averting her eyes from the topless inventor. "Well, um, what kind of pleasure do you mean? It's been a big pleasure to talk to you, I mean, and that's... Um... A mental stimulation thing, and just nice to have company, and... I... I assume you mean more, physical pleasure?" Her eyes still desperate to look anywhere but her friend, she continues with a quietly spoken "Yes."

"I... May have modified myself a bit. See, my dad, he has a lot of books! And some of them have some... Very interesting things in them. Like, uh, do you know of lamias? They've got a similar body construction to mine, but they're taller, and they... You know, they seduce people, and some of them... Um..." Alicia can tell by now that Connie is heavily embarrassed, even without any visual blushing cue. "Some of them have really interesting... genitalia."

Connie holds her head in her hands, covering her face.
 
She didn't need to see blush on Connie's cheeks to read her body language. It made her feel a bit better about her own untoward thoughts, much less her asking such a personal and potentially lewd question as 'do you feel pleasure' It seemed she was not the only one feeling some attraction here. Which made her both feel a bit better and worst about going suddenly topless.

Well in for a copper in for a gold she thought to herself. She scooted closer to Connie as she stammered and spoke about how much she had enjoyed her company. She smiled sweetly and folding her hands into her lap, which made her arms squish her boobs together in a very distracting display. "Aww, I've found you an absolute pleasure to be around as well dear."

She was surprised to hear that she could feel physical pleasure, and even more surprised to hear that she had modified herself to do so. She raised an eyebrow as Connie began to explain something that was seemingly very embarrassing for her. They were a pair of topless ladies who were both clearly digging on one another appearance talking about feeling pleasure, what could be so embarrassing.

She blinked at the final explanation. "Oh....OH...huh..."her own face now turning almost as red as her hair. A brief pause before asking "Do...you want to share your ah...modifications with me? I'd be fascinated to see it...uh...you know, as a fellow mechanic an all."
 
Connie finally looks Alicia in the face, and sees the other woman just as nervous about this as she is. "Um... Okay. Just, um, promise no laughing! It seemed fun at the time..."

She turns away for a few moments, and then upon turning back, reveals two rather large cocks at the base of her waist. Each one looks very much real, if oddly colored, and are currently sitting at about eight inches mostly soft. Each drips a little precum from their tip. "Um... There they are. It took longer than it would've to make them... Like adding the nipples. It's not something I really shared with my dad, so... Did it at night, when he was asleep. I tried to make them as real as possible, so the fluids mimic real, uh... Semen, you know, as much as possible. I couldn't find much information on the taste, so it's a little sweet, but doesn't have too much flavor."

Her eyes move to meet Alicia's again, trying to get a gauge on how she's feeling about this situation, and desperately hoping this won't be the end of a friendship.
 
She really hasn’t been sure what to expect. She knew very little about monster anatomy, much less the specific anatomy of the lamia. She was an engineer, an artificer, biology either mundane ore monster was not something she had devoted much time to. So when Connie turned back around to show or a pair of massive, still soft it seemed, dicks. They didn’t look like human dicks exactly, their shape and texture must be as close to lamia as she could manage. “Oh wow…” She softly exclaimed.

“The craftsmanship is…very impressive.”
She drew closer as she spoke, soon finding herself down on her knees in front of Connie, the pair of dripping cocks inches away for her face “to think you crafted these yourself, much less made them so functional.” She bit her lip as her self control began to compleatly get away from her, a tingling heat starting to build in her loins.

“So you say you can feel pleasure sensations, yes? So you can feel this?” She reached out with her hand and took hold of one of the cocks staring to gently stroke at it, looking up at Connie with eager look in her eyes. “Tell me Connie, how does that feel?”
 
"Thank you," Connie says, a little pride creeping into her voice. "It was a lot of work, but it... Oh... Oh gosh," she ends with as Alicia grips one of the cocks. "Mm..." she moans out softly, the member growing in her hand. "That's, really nice. Really really nice."

She looks down at Alicia, smiling a little bit. "Do you... Um, have experience? This is my first time doing anything like this, and I don't know... Really... What to do..."
Connie's voice is quivering a little, the soft hand massaging the hardening cock giving her quite the pleasurable experience.

Her tail swishes back and forth in an antsy fashion, before the tip curls gently around Alicia's foot. Connie's voice is by now just a few quiet moans and panting as the first cock reaches its full, impressive length of over a foot long, and thick as can be.
 
She felt her heart starting to pound in her chest as she felt the cock grow in her hand, responding just like a real one might to her touch, her gentle teasing strokes. And so big! And only getting bigger! Hearing Connie soft little moans was almost equally exciting. She looked up at Connie with a look of fascination, attraction and wonder gleaming in her eyes. "Oh really? Did you not ever play with your self after you made these?" She asked in a tone that was a little teasing but mostly curious. Her other hand lifted up and began giving attention to the other dick.

"I have...some experience, with both ladies and men. Not as much as others, but more than enough to knew a thing or two." She admitted, with only a touch of embarrassment. She wasn't exactly a skirt chaser or anything. She was just a beautiful woman who happened to rather like enjoying the company of other beautiful people.

She marveled at the full size and girth of the member. So huge! She had never been with anyone so large before. The thought of one or both of these cocks inside of her gave her a thrilling shiver down her spine. "Don't worry Connie love, I can take lead on this if you want to keep going..." she positioned her lips to the tip of the first dick she had started stroking and pressed her lips to it, letting just a little bit of it press into her mouth, letting tongue slide around it to gather up the sweet leaking fluid before pulling her mouth free of it once more "If at any point you want me to stop, just say so and I will. Likewise, if at any point you want me to try something, or want to try something on me, let me know and I believe we can make it happen. Okay?"
 
"N-not really," she answers when asked about masturbation. "There wasn't really any time or place for... For..." she lets out more moans when Alicia takes the other cock in her hand. "Oh gods, that's so good..."

Connie's cocks twitch when Alicia's lips touch one, a slight burst of precum shooting up and marking her face. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Connie says, "I can't help it... Your mouth is so good..." she adds, and puts a strong, metallic hand on the inventor's shoulder. "Are you sure? I don't... Don't want to take advantage of you, or anything like that, because you're so nice, and, and, I really appreciate... Everything."

Alicia confirms that, yes, she is quite happy to be doing this. "Then... Can we kiss?" Connie asks. "I really like you, and if we're going to be, um... You know... Be intimate, I'd really like to have my first kiss."
 
Alicia gasped, a little in surprise and a little in enjoyment, when the cock she had her mouth oh gave a pit of a squirt across her face. She smiled as she licked a bit of the sweet thick liquid from about her lips, wiping up the rest with a finger and licking it off that. "Don't worry Connie, I won't complain about receiving such a sweet treat."

It was so strange, she could feel the strength in Connie body, she wagered she was much much stronger than her appearance implied. Muscles of metal and gears, she knew well how much strength could be worked into even relatively small machines, she had to imagine that an expert like her father could give Connie some wild power under the hood. But at the same time she was so timid, naive, and unsure. A strange but amusing contradiction, she had the power to be so rough if she wanted to be, but instead she was being so ginger and careful.

She put her hand on top of Connie's, which did sadly mean she was no longer touching her cock "As the more experienced of the two of us, I was honestly worried it was ME taking advantage of YOU." she stood up and moved pressed her body against Connie's. Their breasts pressing together, one arm wrapping about her waist, the other gently cupping her chin and tilting her head up so they were looking eye to eye, their faces almost touching. "I'll be honest Connie, I've been fascinated by and attracted to you from the moment we met. I've enjoyed our brief time together and I am eager to get to know you more. So if you are happy for me to be your first kiss, as well as your first...intimate moment, it would be my absolute pleasure." She leaned in took her mouth in a sweet gentle kiss, her hand pulling away from her chin to cup the side of Connie's face. Evnetually pulling back "There, how was that? Would you like anouther?"
 
Connie's not quite sure how to kiss at first, her lips pressed tightly together, but as Alicia's tongue probes against her lips, she opens up. Her tongue tastes odd, unlike anyone else's Alicia has kissed, but it's not unpleasant. The naga's cocks spring to attention, thumping gently against the back of Alicia's legs.

"Yes please," Connie replies, her hands awkwardly at her side. "That was... Um, that was really nice. Sweet... You taste good." She reaches for Alicia's hand, her strong metallic fingers intertwining with the soft skin of her partner. "And, um, your breasts are really pretty too. They feel... They feel really good against mine. Warm, and soft, and firm."

The hand not holding Alicia's moves to the base of her cocks, which are leaking onto the back of the inventor's pants. "Um, have you ever taken a penis like mine? I mean, size wise! I don't think you'd just have sex with some metal penis, or, um, anything like that. I want to make sure you feel good too."

I'll be heading into work soon, so responses won't be live for a good eight or nine hours.

But I'll be interested in seeing how big Alicia can handle. ;)
 
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