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The Nightingale Files (causeway/JustAnotherDarkMind)

causeway25oclock

causeway25oclock

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Feb 6, 2015
It was a hot night, as usual, in New Pacifica; the steaming heat and humidity bathing everything in a hot dampness that sent the local inhabitants either scrambling indoors for shelter and air conditioning, or else peeling off layers of clothing. Juno Nightingale, agent of the Danger Gal private security and investigation company, chose the latter; as she cruised down the street in her iridescent purple Herrrera Panther coupe, the targa-top down virtue of the lack of rain. Reclining in her driver seat with its rather gaudy faux-leather and velvet interior done in pink and purple cheetah spots, with matching mood-lighting, the cyber catgirl lets her jacket shrug off her shoulders, hanging open. Her body glistens with sweat, and she lets out a mental command, her chest gurgling softly as her breasts grow another cup size, her latex bustier stretching to accommodate as it was designed to.

The night had been long, and troublesome. Juno had a particularly... annoying client at the moment, and was looking forward to being able to close this case once and for all. She had just finished securing her VIP in a safehouse in one of the beachside private, and very secure, resorts. It had taken a fair bit of her own pull to get the VIP in there safe and sound, without incident. Part of Juno had wanted to spend some time there, but in the end she decided it was best just to head home. She was slowly cruising through a nearby strip when she caught a familiar face on the corner.

@JustAnotherDarkMind
 
(Warning, the links in that RP can be NSFW)

And that familiar face belonged to her childhood friend... She was a few years her junior but even with that, she was all grown up now, safely older than the threshold of 16 which was the limit enforced by the state for New Pacifica on anything sexual. Theoretically prostituting oneself was not allowed until later but in the mostly lawless streets such as the area Juno was travelling through, many laws weren't easy to enforce.

Because clearly that was what she was doing. And while Juno recognised her, the girl did not reciprocate it. However she clearly saw that the cat girl had money so she smiled at her and beckoned. A mental command of her own ensured her boobs grew firm and her nipples hard as she called to the woman:
"Hey there, little kitten. Want to have some fun with another girl? I maybe am not exotic but I sure have a pussycat I want to show you! Whether you want to show some claws or want me to take the lead, I can assure you'll have reasons to return to this part of town... Despite all the dangers and all that...
She said as she smiled widely and made her body presentable for potential client. Like many street owned hookers she barely had any clothing to remove. A micro dress that surely didn't have any underwear beneath, neither covering her breast nor the kitty she proposed to sell to Juno.
 
Juno turned her head towards the figure, her eyebrow raising as she reached up to flick her purple shades down, her electric blue cybernetic cat eyes glowing from atop them. Her eyes scanned the woman in front of her from head to toe, collecting data while her memories returned to her.

"Christy?" She asked slowly, bringing her car to a stop on the curb next to the where the brunette was soliciting. Leaning out the window of her Panther, she got closer. "Christy, it is you! I-" She paused, and stopped as she realized her old friend probably wouldn't immediately recognize her after her bioexotic procedure. "It's me, Juno. Remember from Old Kabuki? The Alley Cats?" She continued to look into her old friend's eyes seeking any sign of recognition or validation.

In the meantime, a stylish amethyst plated device resembling a wrist watch blinked on the back of Juno's hand. The face of a digital cartoon catgirl was hard at work. Juno's Agent, a device that was part smartphone and part self-aware adaptive AI personal assistant, was already collating the data that Juno's cybernetic eyes and ears were sensing, as well as trawling the Net for more information. Feeding the information to the Neural Link implant at the base of Juno's skull, the cybercat would soon have a more complete picture of the state of her old friend.
 
When one knew what they were doing, one could easily disguise the mods so that they weren't noticeable for such surface scans. But when one knew what they were doing, one wouldn't work for small time pimp in the urban slums, whose entire annual GDP was likely smaller than some households in the city had. One would work for government, or multinational corporation or for these shady guys who clearly knew how to demonstrate that they have both money and influence, good for making life sweet if one worked with them and making it a hell if one were to cross them - even though they seemingly had a name that told nothing and was not connected to any known power brokers.

As such Juno could easily see that there was an implant in her friend's brain, and that, as the girl struggled to access the part of me brain connected with memory and identity it flared out, blocked it and instead pumped more arousal hormones into her.

"I can do whatever you want kitty, in an alley or back at your place and I definitely have no qualms in soaking your seats in that car of yours... If you can share some change with a poor girl pushed to selling her body in the streets... So, what do you think girl? Feeling charitable this night?"
 
Upon identifying the Doll chip in her old friend’s brain, Juno’s initial reaction of fury and disgust were quickly suppressed. Her honed instincts put her mind into calculation mode, and she started to work out a plan.

Opening the door of her car, she motioned for Christy to get in the back seat, while at the same time she started a quick search on her vehicle’s dashboard. With the help of her Agent AI assistant, she quickly found a local, low-rent love hotel that was just down the road from one of her company’s contracted clinics. She would most likely need it…

As the brain-drained hooker settled into the pink and purple cheetah print back seat, reclining with her legs spread to show off her pussy. On another day Juno would enjoy the view. As it was, with a push of a button she hit privacy mode. Her roof closed and her windows, reinforced with transparent armor, all darkened with dynamic tinting, blacking out.

“So, what’s your name, darling?”
 
"Does it matter? I'm yours for the night. You can give me any name you want!" - the girl purred towards Juno. Her body was overstimulated and deeply aroused and she was unable to remember her name due to the chip. She could react to it and to whatever name she was given, but she couldn't give her name to anyone.

The deal was simple, she'll work as a whore to pay off her other, legit mods. The doll implant was added as an extra so that they didn't need to keep their end and release her once she earned enough.

Used properly the mods gave her great ability to morph her body, allowing her great physical advantages, just what she needed to either survive better in the streets or to find a job that can get her out of here. As it stands, with doll implant, she is mostly using this to morph her body to client's wishes or to keep her wet and horny for anyone that pays. Truly a waste for her other gadgets. Which was why these were invisible for the surface scan. They were used too often... And they were of actual quality. If the girl ever got free, she'll have the tools to enact her revenge.

"Anyway, dear, you can take me where you want but for every hour since I entered that car, it's 100 credits. A rent-a-slut bargain if you ask me!"
 
Frowning, Juno flicks her wrist back over her shoulder, and transferred the first hundred creds instantly via her Agent. It would be enough to keep Christy’s boss satisfied long enough to finish her task.

Rolling up to the back of the love hotel, she pulled under the rear marquee. Getting out, she waved Christy to follow her, her car driving off on its own to park itself somewhere nearby, discreet and secure.

Juno glanced around as she entered the love hotel’s rear lobby, before heading to the automated booking kiosk.
 
The girl followed. There was no threat to her and she was used to such cheap places. Whatever else the paying client wanted to do was no business of hers. She would simply wait for the booking to be completed and, in the privacy of the room she'll ask if she is supposed to be dominant or submissive and try to get them both off.

Meanwhile the hotel looked ordinary and the lobby was devoid of people. Automation was truly the blessing here. Only thing needed was electricity and a few devices. No need to maintain actual crew that can get killed, kidnapped or resign. When it comes to state of everything inside, it is best left undisclosed. Clearly not all the guests waited until they got the room, so the available surfaces were covered in mix of various bodily fluids and were therefore sticky and disgusting to the touch. It was a bit better when it came to smell as it only smelled of near constant but relatively recent sex, with all the other smells absent - likely the work of some nanite air fresheners that were programmed to remove anything but sexual smells.

Several rooms were available, costing from 5 credits for 15 minutes for rooms no larger than a bathroom stall containing just some place to sit on while fucking and for actual rooms, rented for hours, starting from 50 credits up to 200.
 
Juno ordered one of the fifty credit rooms, on the ground floor. If Christy’s… backers, were watching her, they would probably see this and figure that the two of them would be busy for some time. It bought Juno enough time to act, hopefully.

Juno led Christy down the hall, opening the room with her hand on the keypad. They passed through a purple bead curtain into the private room that was just clean enough not to immediately repulse any horny clients, but no more than that.

As Christy entered behind her, Juno glanced down at her Agent, the shiny purple wrist band projecting a holographic display from its round watch-like face. She input several commands, then turned to look at her friend. “Shower with me,” she said, indicating the metallic stall that was wide open to the room, next to the bed.
 
"Yeah it was hot outside, I don't mind dropping some clothes and cleaning up. I am all hot, wet and not only from sweat, you know..."

She said and she quickly dropped clothes, one by one, letting the clothes lie where they fell. She didn't have a lot of them so she was quickly naked and she went to the shower, turned the water on, spread her legs and directed the water towards her pussy.

"I see I've been quite a messy girl down here... I need to really get cleaned up well. Though you still did not tell me if you prefer to dominate or submit? With guys I don't even have to ask but ladies... Yeah that's pretty much 50/50 with lesbian sex."

She said. Her programming was prohibiting her from any talk that's not sexual. Her body also moved in a way for maximum eroticism... At least what the hooker that was completely naked and very horny could see as eroticism. And that was mostly pornographic display of her body and its sexual potential. Her eyes scanned Juno's face. She wanted to see what she liked and perhaps morph her body to entice her more.

"If you really need dominance, I can grow a cock too... Not gonna knock you up but gonna do the job as good as real one!"
 
Juno looked away, not wanting to stare too long at her old friend. She had to admit, that if it were not for this context she'd be getting very hot and bothered by getting nude with her old friend for some fun. That being said, the illusion broke as soon as Christy spoke, her voice modulated into a bimbo Valley Girl that was nothing like the Christy that Juno remembered. The fact that her friend had been reduced to a meat puppet sent Juno's crotch dry as the Mojave.

That being said, her training at Danger Gal had included some fairly convincing acting skills. She waved off Christy's question. "Submissive. I want you to do exactly what I tell you to." As the shower began to blow Christy dry, Juno took off her armored jacket, wearing a black latex bustier underneath that was designed to accommodate her changing breast sizes. Her tail twitched on the bed as she motioned Christy to come forward. "Lay back, and follow my instructions..."

Once Christy was on the bed, Juno began to straddle her, pressing her weight on top the other woman. This would be important in a moment. "Close your eyes," Juno said and leaned in for a kiss, reaching around to hold the back of the woman's head. As they made out, she carefully pulled a small cable ending with a universal plug from her wrist Agent.

Pausing their makeout session, Juno looked into Christy's eyes, her electric blue cat-slit cyber-eyes staring into her friend's blank, dull gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and plugged the cable into one of the ports on the back of Christy's neck. As soon as she did, her Agent launched the Blue Screen Cyber-attack she'd programmed it with against Christy's Doll Chip. The software fought back, but the cheap gang-sponsored cyberware could not hold up to a neo-corp weapon system. Within a few heartbeats the Doll chip was fried.

Juno squeezed Christy tight, wincing as her friend's seizure began, using her own body to keep her friend from hurting herself. "Hold on Christy," she said, trying to hold her jaw shut so that she didn't bite her own tongue as she thrashed and bucked on the bed.
 
For a second, the chip tried to protect itself by sending the signals warning of danger, activating its mind controlling powers to make her body react with anger and fear, turning on the defensive implants Christy originally wanted, ones that were the reason for her debt and therefore her enforced prostitution. As a result her muscles grew in size and strength but she didn't have time to decide how to use them before her implant started sending contradicting messages to her brain, resulting in epileptic spasms of her entire body... But once the implant was fried, Christy was put back in her last memory before the implant took over.

It happened to be one when she realised she shouldn't have trusted her body to street body modder as she noticed him groping her body before the anaesthetic fully kicked to action. As such, she pushed her friend off her with great force, thinking her to be the modder before the operation.

"Get off me you pervert!"

She exclaimed before realising that things have changed. She was not on the operating table. There were no men in the room but somewhat familiar looking female. It was hot and humid so it was definitely different place and likely different time of the year.

"What the hell has happened? How long was I unconscious?"

She asked to no one in particular.
 
Juno had been expecting Christy to lose consciousness after her seizure was finished, and as such was not prepared for her friend to suddenly fight back. The woman lashed out in a shove that caught the catgirl right on one of her boobs.

Juno's body conversion had included a number of optional add-ons. Amongst other things, she'd gotten the variable-sized Cyber Tits with Clit-Nipple attachments. As a result, Christy's sudden palm to said sense-enhanced nipple struck her like a kick to the crotch. She recoiled, rolling off her friend as her eyes bulged. With a groan she sat up.

"Christy, It's Juno. You remember?" Her face had been slightly altered during the conversion; a consequence of her enlarged eyes and extra set of ears, but she was still recognizable. "When did you go in?" At the answer, she winced. "You've been... out, for a few months. You're in New Pacifica, the resort district. They put a doll chip in you, the illegal kind. It overwrote your personality..."
 
There were several possible reactions to that revelation, but it's more than likely that laughter was a surprising one.

"I guess it's true that it's hard to swindle an honest person. And here I was thinking that I am going to trick them. You see, I needed my big break and the implants I got are genuine stuff. They can modify my body for several purposes. Keeping me young, looking attractive, self-defence, camouflage and disguise. I made it my priority to check that the product was real. I was supposed to pay part of the price and pay the rest by service. I was the one to insist I get mod first and begin paying off later. It seems they wanted to ensure I kept paying them indefinitely... Speaking about that, what did I ask from you? What price? I want to know how likely it was I already paid my share... Though I hope not. Now that you freed me they aren't getting anything more and I would be delighted if that would mean I was overall a loss for them!

Oh and sorry about throwing you like that. My last memory was that body modder who operated me 'testing the goods' between my legs, before I lost consciousness. Afterwards it seemed I was constantly controlled so once you fried the chip, my mind rewinded to that moment..."
 
Juno's ears flattened for a second as she glared at her old friend in annoyance. "Well. It doesn't appear you've gotten any more intelligent in the years since we last saw each other. What the hell were you going to do if I hadn't found you? They had an unlicensed doll chip in your head, they could have kept you like that indefinitely!" She growled, her tail twitching with the fur on it standing on end.

Sighing, she got up and pulled out a hoodie with a simple flower print on it she'd brought with her and tossed it to Christy. "Paid a hundred, directly to your... manager," she said. "You don't get it? They're not just going to let you up and walk away with the amount they've invested in you. We have to get you out of here, to someplace safe."
 
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