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Corruption and Ascension in the Underworld (Skeith & frightorflight)

Suddenly brie pulled out. She rolled off the table and and grabbed a bucket before she climaxed and took several minutes to finish, She filled the bucket.
"I wouldn't want to waist this." She set the bucket down and sauntered over, her equipment was greatly reduced in size. She straddled the woman and put one of her large nipples in the girls mouth. While at the same time mounting the girls manhood. "I think you will like this." Her milk was an aphrodisiac. She began to move up and down on the woman's rod. dropping down onto her each time and putting just enough pressure on her testicles to excite pleasure.
 
Ira gasped loudly as Brie pulled out of her throat. She lurched forward, coughing loudly as she panted. Her breathing was extremely labored. It was the first time she'd sucked anyone off, much less taken anything of that size into her throat. She looked up again as the woman approached her again. Her eyes widened as she was straddled, feeling her length quickly sink inside the other woman. She groaned gently as it happened, only silenced by the nipple that was pushed into her mouth. She was notably concerned by the activity at first. Seeing as the last time she was inside a woman it turned into a game of torture.

She'd fooled around with women back home before, but never when they were producing milk. It was strange enough being inside another woman without the added strangeness of milking her breast. Still it was a taste that she enjoyed and seemed to elicit greater excitement from her. Her hips rocked with Brie's rhythm, her moans being muffled by the breast in her face. Her lower arms, held the woman's waist loosely. One of her upper arms groped the unoccupied breast. Her free hand idly toyed with one of her own breasts, though prepared to move to Brie's length if it should start to swell again.
 
She just moaned softly as the girl suckled "Good girl good girl." she said softly. Hugging her head as she slowly moved up and down. V had done some impressive work with this girl. Her rod was covered in little bumps that felt wonderful. She slowly moved up and down, just slightly bouncing off of Ira's testicles each time. "Are you sure you want to work at the club, you could come to work for me." she whispered, before dropping down with more force, she was speeding up. "We could have so much fun here, and you would get as much food as you want." She started to moan louder and move faster steadily. "Keep sucking, umm I love it when someone doe that." She moaned and was now bouncing very fast, on Ira's slick and rough rod.
 
Ira continued to suckle the woman's nipple. She blushed softly when the woman complemented her on doing so. it was impossible for her to focus on her question. Even still, after her treatment at the hands of V's nurse, she was terrified of crossing her. Wasn't she already in a deal to pay off her mods? As appealing as sex with Brie was, she was also uncertain about working for her. The other girls here absolutely sexed their customers. She loved sex. Especially with her new body, but enough to make it her source of income?

The feeling of someone riding her, without the intention of hurting her this time, along with her enhanced sensitivity made it almost impossible to focus on the real world. Her mind was completely clouded by the stimulation and the aphrodisiac she was ingesting in the process. It was such a bizarrely contradictory sensation. On the one side she was enjoying spontaneous sex with her hostess, on the other side she was being gently cradled while she suckled her like a child to their mother. At the very least it kept her feeling safe and comfortable while they enjoyed themselves. As she began moving faster on her rod she had a hard time just suckling at her breast, much less keeping her mind clear of the blissful fog it was trapped in. Once she began bouncing with real passion and speed, she simply couldn't contain herself. She began thrusting upwards to meet her partway, trying to reach the highest possible feeling she could before her orgasm shook her. With an obvious worry about the possibility of impregnating the woman, she managed to pull away from the woman's nipple long enough to moan at a warning. "Oh, god... I... I think I'm gonna cum..." She cried out loudly.
 
With surprisingly agility Brie bounced up, Ira's rod came out of her womanhood and when she came back down it went into her butt. She gasped when it was rammed in not only because she was not used to it but because she felt the hot jets shooting into her at the same time. She panted and help Ira in a sensual, in fact romantic way, snuggling up to her like they had been lovers for a long time. "You'd better be careful sweetheart." Brie warned. "When your as modded as we are your twice as fertile, and birth control doesn't work." She snuggled with her in that chair for a while. Before she pulled herself off and cleaned up. She bottled the large amounts of seed she had spilled into the bucket than give Ira one final kiss before she walked her back to her room and said goodnight. She was defiantly interested in this girl, she would like to bring her on to work with her, there was even a little chemistry, though a relationship, a real relationship, would never happen.
 
Ira was almost about to spray her seed into the air when her shaft was swallowed by Brie's other hole. Her eyes flew open wide with shock as she came, spurting thick jets hot seed inside of her. She threw her head back as a loud cry of pleasure escaped her lips. Her eyes rolling back into her head. The enhanced sensitivity in combination with Brie's own sexual talents and aphrodisiac had made the orgasm so powerful that Ira's mind had gone completely blank, the only thing was the pleasure. When she finally finished her body relaxed, collapsing back into the chair as she panted heavily. Then suddenly she was being held again. She rested her head against Brie's breasts as she recovered. "That was unbelievable... I've never felt... Wow..." Her mind was still all but numb as her body shook from the experience.

Standing in the doorway to her room, still breathing heavily, she returned Brie's gentle kiss with one of her own. "Th-thank you, Brie. For everything..." She said quietly. She bid her goodnight before disappearing back into her room. The exhausted girl cast off her clothing as she collapsed back onto her bed. Her mind still swimming with the experience. Within moments the tired girl was out cold. She was surprised that she could sleep at all after all the induced rest she had gotten over the last few days. Still, sleep came and claimed her with ease.

When she did wake the next morning, she felt truly refreshed. She had eaten and had gotten normal, natural sleep. She was honestly petrified of finding the club she was supposed to work at. After her last encounter with her new employer, she was a little nervous about what was actually planned for her. Still, she owed V for the mods, and this was how she was going to make that happen for now. She stood, stretching her arms and tentacles out before stifling a loud yawn. Once she dressed, she left her room. Before finding out where and when she worked, she was going to have to get some clothes fitted to her knew body. She walked back to where breakfast was served before sitting at one of the tables again.
 
Brie served her something very special that morning, real bacon and eggs, covered with Brie's special gravy. "Don't tell anyone," she whispered and winked. "You're going to need some cloths aren't you dear, here." She handed her a business card. "She's a good friend of mine. She'll take good care of you, just tell her how sent you and who your working for." She left but only got a few steps before turning around and coming back she took out a pen and grabbed a napkin and wrote something down. "Here's someone who can get you there and back without any trouble either." She would need it. Unlike most of her sisters, Alisha operated in the upper city, she ran a store that did high fashion and custom cloths for aliens or human's she avoided arrest because of her very special circumstances. Unlike the rest of them she was born the way she was, her other was the one who was modded, so she was legal. She was also the most normal of them all, certainly not like V's little attack dog who would hurt anyone who didn't obey her exactly and in the most timid way possible.

The girl at the front desk, a girl with a bright pink Iris, from gene modding, second hand anyway, pink was an odd color that you couldn't mod, however you could mix it to give berth to someone with pink eyes. She received a message on her phone and went back to the storage room to meet someone for her boss.
 
Ira nearly drooled at the sight of real bacon and eggs. She blushed a little when she noticed the gravy they were covered in. It wasn't like she hadn't been eating it the entire time, but now that she knew what the ingredients were, it felt almost embarrassing to eat it in pulic. She couldn't even begin to imagine where Brie managed to get real bacon and eggs, but she was so glad to see it. She accepted the card she offered, examining it for a moment. She noticed that it was going to lead her to the surface, but before she could bring it up, Brie provided her with information about a transport. She smiled up at her again. "Thank you so much." She tucked both into her bag before settling in to enjoy her breakfast. Despite knowing how risky the trip to the surface would be, she was excited about getting clothing that fit her properly. Finally having the body of her dreams, she couldn't wait to dress to accentuate it.

She stood up from the table, giving Brie a small wave before setting out for the location the napkin specified. Walking the streets felt completely different now. She felt like she actually belonged with all of her extra appendages. She didn't feel like she had to sneak about with her eyes on the ground to get by without trouble. Reaching the location on the napkin she looked around the area. "Hey, uh... Brie sent me this way. She said that I could get some help getting to and from the surface without any trouble."
 
"O, your expected, follow me." She took the woman to a private lift that went up to the surface." It will take you about twenty minutes to ride up, someone should be waiting for you." She showed her onto the elevator shut the gate, than waved as she went up.

At the top she was met by a girl ho looked exactly like the one she saw at the bottom, exactly the same. "my boss is waiting, if you will follow me. She lead her through a storage room full of expensive cloths, and to an office. She showed her in. A woman spun around in a chair and stood up, "Hello" she offered her hands. She was a tall woman, taller than most men, and she looked like a tiger, a very beautiful tiger with saber teeth. "How can I help you?"
 
She was a little surprised when she was informed that she was expected. Perhaps Brie called ahead for her? She shook her head, whatever the case, it didn't seem to matter. She climbed into the elevator, returning the woman's wave as it began it's ascent. The twenty minute ride was one that turned the young Ira into a walking bundle of nerves. What if she got caught? She wasn't confident enough or acquainted enough with her mods to fight her way out. How far would she have to travel unseen to get to her destination?

When the elevator came to a halt, she stared in disbelief at the woman who greeted her. She looked back towards the elevator before glancing back at the woman again. Were they twins? Modded to be identical? It certainly couldn't be the same person... She shook her head again. Somethings in this new world she was never going to understand. She followed the woman back to her boss, elated that the elevator led directly to her building. When she saw the tiger like woman she smiled in return. She accepted her hand, shaking it. "Hi there. Brie recommended I come see you. See, I only just went through the modification process a few days ago. Obviously none of my clothing from before fits properly now."
 
"I would be glad to hook you up then, come with me." She took her back into the storage room." Now lets get you suited up, My names Maria by the way." Maria helped her find all the cloths she needed, she was nice and frank and conversational, she was easy to get along with, the kind of person you became friends with in just a few minutes.

After they picked out cloths for her they sat eating lunch. "Since your working for V, there are some things you should know. For one I don't work for her, or with her, I help people like you out but that's it. I'm strictly a legitimate businesswoman now. You have a choice, but if you stay with her you'll end up her slave for life. If you very want to get out come to me, I'll work something out for you. Also if her or any of her little partners ever make you a special offer, that only a select few are offered, don't take it." She got up and showed her to the elevator. "Here's my number call me any time." She handed her a peace of paper and waved as she went down.
 
Ira was immediately surprised by how personable and honest Maria was, perhaps it was because she had been surrounded by so many secretive and shady characters for the past few days. She was so polite and friendly that she found herself becoming fond of her company very quickly. After she was dressed in new clothing, these properly fitted to her new figure, she felt infinitely more comfortable. With a few sets of clothing in a bag, she was prepared to head back to the hotel when she suddenly found herself sitting down for lunch with the woman.

The warning that came however, was startling. Who could she trust then? Sure, V's nurse was someone she knew better than to trust. But she thought that V was alright. What about Brie? Brie had gone out of her way to insist that Maria was a friend of hers. She wasn't sure what to do with the emotions or fears that came from Maria's advice. She accepted her number before following her back to the elevator. She looked down at the paper before glancing back at the woman. "Thank you, Maria. I'll um... I'll be in touch..." She folded the paper and tucked it into her bag, trying to make sense of her new circumstances on the twenty minute trip to the bottom. Sure, she didn't have any friends on the surface, but she didn't have any enemies either. This was a terrifying set of circumstances. She knew she could at least trust Maria, but everyone else was a wildcard. It was getting increasingly frustrating that she seemed to be at the center of someone else's plan with no idea what was to become of her. When she reached the bottom, she meekly greeted the woman there with a brief wave of her hand before setting off for the hotel again. Perhaps she just needed sleep on it. There had to be someone down there that she could rely on.
 
"Ready for your first day?" Brie asked when he left that morning "I'm sure you know that your new boss can be a little tough, she'll give you a few days to prove yourself, just so you know you only have a few place to change where you work. After that it will be too late." Brie really anted t have her. She didn't want Ira to go to V, or the club owner, certainly not Maria, she had already got the twins which was more than she should have in her position. She didn't want to lose this beauty to that tigress, although she had to admit that if she ever gave her body up for breeding it would be to that woman.

"Your late, growled the owner, though the fact she was wearing almost nothing did not detract from the menace she radiated. Get to work before I bend you over and ram something up your anus." All around woman and men that looked like all kinds of things walled around. One rabbit woman with breasts bigger than her head, moaned as two muscle bound cyclops rammed their rods into her nipples like they were some kind of sex toy. in another corner a pare of women, one with snakes for hair and the other with an extra pare of arms, and an extra set of breasts, danced around a pole. And in another a male, with two heads made out with two females, who at one time had been two different. but now each looked like they were the result of those two being bisected and reattached to the wrong half. Low, sultry music filled the air and the room smelled of alcohol.
 
((Sorry it's been a couple days. I was a little sick and couldn't focus.))

It was hard not to look at Brie in a different light. She'd been warned not to accept any unique deals and it was hard to admit that Brie's behavior was suspicious under the circumstances. But she wanted to believe that Brie had her best interest at heart. "I should be alright. I'll figure it out somehow..." She replied to Brie that morning before leaving. Ira couldn't possibly be more nervous about going to the club. Had she known before the offer was made, what kind of woman the club owner was she would have certainly refused the deal. Now, a part of her actually feared for her life around her. Certainly that was her intention. She had dressed in the most appealing lingerie she had found at Maria's shop, though she'd worn a trench coat over it on her way to the club. It took her some time to find her way to the club. She wouldn't admit it to her current boss, but she'd managed to find it by asking people about a club run by a crazy snake lady.

When she finally arrived she did her best to conceal her fear and anger for the woman. After all, their last encounter had been less than pleasant. "Yes, right away." She said obediently. "Sorry, I didn't know the name of the club or anything." She watched in startled surprise at the behavior of the other people working at the club. Not so much their appearances as their activities. This was certainly more intense than the strip clubs on the surface. It was more like live porno than anything. Not that it bothered her that much anymore. She was more confident in her body than ever, and almost eager to put it on display. She slid out of her coat, hanging it in an employee area and putting herself on display. "What do you want me to do? Dance? Serve drinks? Fuck some of the girls?"
 
((No worries, glad your feeling better.))

The snake woman rolled her eyes, she looked like she wanted to say something sarcastic but bit it back.
"Serve drinks for now and just do what feels natural while you do it. I want to see how you do. This is just a trial period to, and remember that. If I don't like you out here I'll make you a dishwasher in the back, and you and all the way to your great grandchildren can work for me to pay of the few mill worth of mods you got." She pointed to the bar than turned her attention to a customer who just came through the door. To whom she was far more polite and at least played at being less of a complete micromanaging dominatrix.

The bar woman was much different than the other women, small, with green skin and blue-purple eyes. She was very thin, in fact there was hardly anything to her at all. Her shoulders were bony and her fingers were long and thin, she didn't even have a respectable breast size. She didn't look up or speak she just set four drinks on a red trey, and pointed to the red table. It was hard to tell if she was shy or jut absorbed in her work, though no one ever seemed to actually ask her for a drink, she just produce them and it was always what they wanted. Then the moment came where she stopped making drinks, and she just looked at Ira, staring at her. Then she made a drink and handed it to her, she didn't put it on a colored tray, or tell her who it was for.
 
It was hard for Ira to hide her contempt for the woman who currently employed her. Still, she did her best. She simply swallowed back her pride and strode over to the bar. Her heart immediately sunk when she saw the barkeep. Was she that thin on purpose? She couldn't help but wonder of this poor woman was malnourished and starving. Still, she put on a smile when she approached her. "I'm Ira. I just started here." She reached for the tray that she placed on the bar, glancing at the table she pointed to. "The red table then?" She eyed the color of the tray and the table before understanding the woman's system. Which made the next drink she set down more surprising. She eyed it for several seconds before glancing up at the woman, startled by the fact that she was staring at her. "F-for me? That's awfully kind." She reached for the cup, sniffing the drink before swallowing it back. It was bizarre how perfectly the woman seemed to have guessed her tastes. No... There was something more to it than a guess. She didn't understand her gifts but some manner of mind reading was in play here. "Well, I better get these drinks out there."

She collected the tray with her lower hands before walking out to where the customers were seated. She was careful to put an extra switch in her hips as she walked. She was here to be sexually appealing after all. "Good evening, everyone. I hope you're enjoying yourselves." Her upper hands began setting the drinks on the table. "If you need anything, feel free to flag me down, otherwise, I'm sure I'll be back by when you need a refill." She proceeded back towards the bar. She had to admit that she was quite distracted by the fact that so many people really were just openly having sex in the club. Had she been a customer here, she would have found it very appealing indeed. Even a great many of the women in the club were quite appealing in their own exotic way.
 
The bargirl shyly watched her the entire night. Glancing and peaking, and looking away when Ira looked her way. She wasn't like the other girls, for one no one flirted with her and she didn't flirt with anyone. She was just sort of their and everyone treated her like she was a meaning they didn't treat her like anything, they didn't even seem to notice she exsisted, as if their drinks just appeared out of the air when they were thirsty. Only one person ever seemed to recognize that she was their, Ira. Eventually, eventually being almost noon the next day. The club closed. Even then the customers didn't bother to leave. Apparently they were just changing shifts. Though bar staff had to wait for replacements to come. If the customers couldn't get off, they had to at least get drunk. Then their was a boom like a gunshot from the back room, and screaming. Armed men and women with masks or covered faces came in form the front and back. Two customers tried to get up and were immediately shot. Everyone froze. Even the mistress of the club seemed to shocked to do anything.

For a moment their was silence and stillness, no one did anything. Then a few of them men grabbed some of the girls and took them to the back. Some of them started to walk their way. The bargirl was afraid. Not of the men, but the new girl. She would do something stupid and get killed, she didn't want that, she liked the new girl, she was nice to her. The men walked passed and grabbed someone. Else. The bar girl knew who they were, they were militia, Slai militia. The Sai were an alien race, her race, though the males were much stronger and bigger then the females. Not all of them were Slai, some were humans, but what were they doing here. The mistress must have done something really bad, she must have taken something from them, or someone, that was the only reason they would be at the club, but what?
 
Throughout the night, Ira continued to try to socialize with the bar keep. She wasn't sure what she was, but she could at least recognize that she was an alien of some kind. It was strange seeing how she seemed to be invisible, like no one else cared that she existed. It made her feel sick to her stomach. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing the person she was on the surface. She wanted, no. She needed to befriend this girl. To do at least a little bit of good while she was down here.

Near the end of her shift, coming up on noon, the young woman was exhausted. She hadn't anticipated such a long shift. She came to sit at the bar as things were winding down. She was about to turn to talk to the alien bar keep when the gunshot rang out. She stood up quickly turning to face the intruders. "What the fuck is going on!?" The large men who entered terrified her. She was stiff with fear. Still, she knew that she had to do something. She glanced back over at the bar keep seeing her fear. She didn't know, of course, that she was afraid for her. Only that she was frightened. She looked to where her coat was hanging, her gun was there, but she couldn't reach it. She growled lowly as she flashed her fangs. She was a weapon now. She was stronger, faster. She had claws, tentacles, horns, fangs... If she didn't do something those women could die and it didn't look like the owner of the club was about to do anything. She was certain that the club owner had attracted these enemies on her own, and deserved whatever they wanted to do to her, but not the girls who worked here. She couldn't just sit around and do nothing. She glanced towards the barkeep, counting on her ability to read thoughts. "Get under the bar, I'll come back for you."

She stepped forward slowly with her hands raised in case anyone looked her way. As she thought about what to do, she flashed back to when the club owner had attacked her in V's lab. Insisting that she hurt her. That first taste she had of primal rage. Moving away from the bar so that the attention she drew would not negatively affect the barkeep. Her tentacles slithered over the ground as she eyed a couple of the militiamen before lashing her tentacles out quickly, two of them coiling around their necks and dragging them over as shields. Holding them up off the ground so that they would be choking. The other two ripped their guns away, dropping them in her hands. She held both out as her other hands cocked the weapons. "That's enough!" She roared, her fangs still bared. "Defend your turf coward, or do you only attack those who can't shoot you?" She hissed at the club owner. It was strange, almost like potentially violent scenarios brought out a predatory instinct in the young woman.
 
Five or six of them, most of them woman, some of them of pretty much the same size and build of the barked pointed assult rifles at her. Than their was one sound. A single person walking, and their boots on the floor.swallowed ked up and stood next to two of his militawomen. He looked right into her eyes. Cold hard eyes, the kind of eyes that had killed and seen violence that would turn the stomachs of most people, percing read eyes. He stared a moment. Then he motioned to the bar girl. She ran over too him.

She relaxed around him. He was the militia commander, a hard man but a good man. She felt more at ease around him and her own people than anyone else at the moment. He gave her some instructions and she nodded. She swallowed hard and hoped this woman wouldn't hurt her. She felt the commanders hand on her shoulder. She felt a little better. She hooked her arm in his and they walked up.
"Please," she said in bad english, "let thehm go." She wait. She hoped this new girl would let them go. She pleaded with her eyes. The military had what they wanted. they were never going to hurt anyone. If only this new girl could see this and let thise men go then they would go. She heard another sound and looked back. It was one of her own. A woman who looked like she had been beaten up by a baseball bat being carried by a human militamen. She didn't work their. That must of been who they had come for. "Please, let them leave. " she looked back to see them carry the woman back. More came with guns from the back and pointed them at the new girl. Things were getting bad. Woukd they shoot?
 
Ira's tentacles tightened around the soldiers as more came into the room, her fingers moving to rest over the triggers. The man who entered was intimidating beyond question, but she did her best not to show that his presence had that kind of effect on her. Her eyes widened in surprise when the barkeep quickly moved to his side. "What is this? What's going on?" Then she looked up at the sound of more entering the room. Her eyes widening in shock at the condition of the women being carried. Her snarl returned as she shot an accusatory glance at the club owner. She looked back to the girl when she spoke. When she pleaded for the soldiers lives, her tentacles immediately loosened, dropping the soldiers to the ground. She didn't let go of the rifles however. Still fearing that she would have to defend herself. Her tentacles slithered back behind her and away from the soldiers on the ground. She looked down at the smaller woman. "I was worried that they would hurt you." She explained. "I'm not sure what came over me."

She could sense that despite the circumstances the militia leader must have been a good man. He could have ordered them to open fire on her immediately and she would have been dead, but instead they had tried to reason with her. Her impulsiveness had placed her on the wrong side of the conflict. She looked at the commander directly. "I assumed that we were enemies. But it looks like we were defending the same person." She loosened her fingers from the triggers lowering the rifles slowly as she looked around at his other soldiers. "Is this what you do then? Kick in doors and help people?" She inwardly hoped that these people were basically an organized vigilante force down here, she wanted to believe that someone was trying to help these people.
 
The militia commander didn't say anything. He pointed at the soldiers on the floor and two more grabbed their weapons and helped them up. Then they left the club. They were not what that woman suggested, the bar girl knew. The militia generally didn't leave the block they controlled, there they were a police and a military combined into one When ever they left it usually mean they were on the war path. After that incident though the boss just told everyone to get out. She was upset, quiet obviously. Though she should have been happy she was alive. The Boss, and the people she worked with, made an extremely powerful gang that controlled a lot of illicit activity and materials. The militia had military power though. Many of them had been rebels and terrorist back on their home world. They were soldiers, bomb makers, executioners, and propagandists. Even if they had the power to take down the militia it would be to costly to be worth it, assuming they could find someone brave enough. The militia was known to split enemies and intruders in half from head to groin. Then return the two haves to who ever they belonged to, to scare them. It worked.

The bar girl grabbed her small bag and stepped outside She waited for the new girl to come out. "Walk me home?" She manged to say, her English was bad and she hoped the woman understood.
 
Ira stared in confusion as the rifles were taken from her and the soldiers left the club without another word. Once things had settle down, she gathered her coat, pulling it tightly around herself and belting it closed. Before leaving, she stopped to write down what her schedule was supposed to be, stuffing the note into her pocket. Once she stepped outside of the club, she breathed out a heavy sigh before she heard the smaller woman's quiet question. She turned to face her, smiling softly. She walked over to her, nodding. "I would love to." She was relieved that the smaller woman was trying to communicate with her more, considering that she had been dodging her glances while they were working. "Like I said earlier, I'm Ira. What do I call you?" She asked politely.
 
he girl didn't answer, she didn't understand at first and she had to think. "Eri." She eventually said. She walked close to Ira and kept looking up at her she was so tall, she had never seen a woman so tall. She had only been employed at the club recently, before that she worked in her block and was used to seeing human woman, or woman of her race who were built much like her, mot humans didn't consider them attractive, they thought they were bony and looked sickly. They reached a check point and Eri had to show an ID card before she was let in. Because of Ira an armed guard had to escort them for a while. He left them alone eventually. They were walking along when Eri slipped on some oil on the road and flailed her arms to find something to grab. Her hand latched onto Ira's member by accident. When she realized what she had grabbed she let go and fell down. She pulled herself up and blushed, she though the woman was a girl, not a boy. When they reached the door to her small apartment she looked up at the woman. "Would you come in?" She opened the door and waited to see. She kind of wished she hadn't asked, her home was so spare. She went in and hoped the woman would follow. She went back to her room, stripped off, then went to make them both coffee. Nudity was no taboo for her people, she forgot it was for humans
 
Ira watched patiently while the woman thought about her question. She was starting to understand that there was some kind of language barrier between them when she finally gave her a name. "Eri? That's a lovely name." She followed her back to her neighborhood, made additionally nervous by the presence of the armed guard for a short time. Sure, Ira was carrying a weapon, but a human being in this part of town couldn't have been that unnerving. Then Eri slipped. Ira reached to catch her when the woman caught herself. Ira let out a soft yelp of pain as her member was yanked. Still, she was happy to help Eri stand up again.

She followed her to her apartment, looking up at the door when the woman invited her in. She blinked a few times before smiling and nodding. "S-sure. I'd love to." She waited inside near the entrance when Eri had wordlessly walked off to her bedroom. When she came back out naked, Ira gasped softly. She'd figure that it would be less surprising after her adventures thus far, but it still was a little off putting. Maybe because they were in a private setting now. She unbuckled her jacket and allowed it to slide off. Now, only in the lingerie she had worn to work. "Thank you for inviting me in Eri." She kept her eyes averted some, knowing that the it would be difficult not to get an erection watching the naked woman walking around her apartment. She was happy that the woman had invited her over, but she was a little curious as to what spurred her to invite her.
 
Eri made the coffee and went and sat next to her, she handed her a cup and tried not to stare at the bulge in the woman's panties. "Yoyre eh male?" She managed, he had never met a male that was so feminine before, she was wondering if it was because of all of Ira's modifications. She set down her coffee and started to tug at Ira's remaining cloths "Off," She meant it more like, why are they still on, she wasn't familiar with the human custom of remaining clothed in private. She also wanted to get a look and see if that equipment of Ira's was real or just some cybernetic prosthetic or something, that was it, she was sure of it, there was no way Ira was a man. She was to pretty Beside, what kind of man would want to be so famine? that was her thoughts. Genders were extremely well defined among her people, though not in the way humans defined them. She hopped onto Ira's lap, she almost looked like a child compared to her, Eri was so small. she tugged at her bra this time, "off?"
 
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