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Ark Project [Saber Arturia and Sigr]

Sigr

Sigr

Magenta Goon
Joined
Dec 9, 2016
Location
Spain
Kyobashi Akira was the one tasked to escort the oh so important subject to her new location. Sure, being the head researcher on the Ark Project was nice, as she had a wide array of subjects to study, but having to act as a babysitter irked her. It would be faster to just strap her to a bed in her lab, but the bosses wanted to try it the old fashioned way. Bunch of soft hearted bureaucrats, all of them.

Akira sported a white lab coat that seemed awfully out of place in the middle of a city, even if it was a weird one with the wall surrounding it, but it didn't seem to matter to her. Under it a black tight dress hugged her curves in a most suggestive way, but her cold behavior was at war with her hot outlook. Her eyes glared severe behind the glasses and the bangs of her short auburn hair. Whatever her anomaly was, and each and every girl on earth had one after surviving the blight, it wasn't visible at plain sight.

"Here we are, your new home" Akira broke the awkward silence after arriving at a spacious house not too far from the city downtown. The place was huge and, like everything in that city, brand new. "If you have questions, and I hope you don't, reach me by phone" she instructed, severe. The subject knew why she was there, what she had to do. "And remember, you have 30 days. If we don't see a girl, any girl, successfully pregnant by then..." she smiled. "You. Are. Mine" added, licking her lips.

"The city has everything you'd expect and it's full of girls, so go out and do your thing. No unwilling partners, that would ruin the experiment" Akira warned. "Not to mention that most of them could be quite dangerous, their anomalies are way more severe than... that" she clicked her tongue, staring at the subject's groin. "Any questions before I go to do my real job?" asked, clearly not wanting to be there any longer.

Kyobashi Akira:
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For Ana Field, the city was... Well, different. So many things were different but by now there was only one thing she could do. Adjust, and get ready to live her new ‘life’. Overall, being a guinea pig of sorts like this wasn’t the worst thing that she could suffer through. Running a hand through her blonde locks, she looked over her new home as Akira finally broke the silence, giving a light cough after the scientist spoke. “I read the contract. Trust me. You’re not making me into your lab rat.” Ana huffed out, her blue eyes looking over the room before she gave a somewhat tired sounding sigh. “I’ll be getting started a bit after you leave. For some reason being interrogated and having my life flash before my eyes before this opportunity presented itself.... You know that can be a little draining.” Ana herself was a rather pretty woman, and her current outfit was a simple long sleeved sweater of sorts in a dark red color, her pants black and sleek. Both were form fitting enough to show off her plentiful curves and long legs, her light hair framing a mature looking, though still lovely face. “My only question however is when you’ll be off my back today and let me work. It’s not fair if you’re breathing down my back and making it so I can’t knock a woman up or two...” Ana growled, turning to look at her tormentor.

“Unless of course you’re volunteering to be the first. But you aren’t, right? Didn’t think so.” Mentally answering for her, she soon looked around a little more, moving to get a glass of water. As soon as Akira was gone, she’d begin.
 
Akira's eyes glinted, briefly betraying a hunger that didn't even look human. It was just a moment, quickly returning to her usual insufferable self, making Ana wonder if see had seen something in the first place. "Aren't we confident? Fine then" Akira started to walk towards the door. "If you need something important or you finally manage to get your filthy thing inside someone, my number is on the phone" she said, looking at her backwards over the shoulder.

"The house is huge, so you can keep those poor girls around if you like, as long as they don't interfere with your task" finished, going through the door without opening it. Ana had seen her doing that from time to time, but there was little more she knew about the ruthless scientist.

Everything around the now quiet house had been done without a sense of measure. The kitchen was huge and spacious and the living room could hold a party of its own. Corridors went in all directions and there were several stairs to the upper floor. It was awfully practical, without needless decoration, feeling more like a prison than a home. Nothing a personal touch and living there wouldn't fix, but it felt awfully empty there.

Next to the phone was a note with Akira's phone number and a credit card. She was supposed to have unlimited credit within reason, after all the whole city belonged to the same patrons.
 
“It’s better to be confident then panic. And you’re not going to scare me into indecisiveness you vulture.” Ana spoke off handedly giving an offhand look to her as Akira left as mysteriously as she would arrive sometimes. Still, she didn’t let it play games with her head. Doing a bit of exploring and deciding on her room, and once she looked about some more, she sighed. ‘I’ll need to buy some decorations. This place is so... drab.” Sighing briefly to herself, she eventually found the credit card and pocketed. “Score. Looks like it’s time to do some shopping and enjoy myself.” It wouldn’t be hard to load up the car with decorations and things for a more personal touch for her room, but that wouldn’t be all she’d do.

The moment she left the house, was the moment she was going downtown. Decent shopping, plenty of bars.. She wasn’t going to waste her first day.
 
The city moved fast while Ana drove downtown and soon the suburbs where her house was in gave way to more densely populated areas, there was no missing where the action was. Stopping in traffic lights here and there, Ana could get a good eye in the city's population, the ones that could be her targets. It was more or less the same that anywhere else on Earth those days, all girls with various changes, sometimes hidden to the eye. Some women flaunted their differences, choosing clothes that emphasized them, others didn't feel comfortable with themselves, hiding their bodies in layers of clothes.

Ana had arrived to what looked a good place as any to start, a big intersection was surrounded by big shopping buildings at the corners of each street, sporting smaller shops at street level. Not far from there she had passed what seemed an area with small pubs, a couple of movie theaters, bowling alleys and the like. If there were nightclubs around, they weren't just on the main road to see. There she could pick up whatever she may want or need, and maybe, just maybe, meet a curious shopkeeper or two.
 
As she soon parked downtown, she stepped out of the car with her boots softly tapping against the sidewalk. She needed clothes, she needed some color, and she needed some girls. All of that ould be easily gotten. She looked for the simple things first, paintings to hang on the walls of her room, maybe some minor decorations for color and vibrancy, and then clothes. She was mostly normal – well, save for her little humanity saving ‘gift’ so for the most part, she looked for regular outfits. More pants, sweaters, even lingerie – and what better place to look for vict-er, willing participants in a lingerie shop? But even even if she had poor luck there, she wouldn’t stop just there. Perhaps a bar or two, or even three. She could really use a drink afterall, but she still wanted to get the lay of the land out here. First things first however, she was out and about with a keen eye, and an open mind.
 
With her car loaded with things to make her house feel like home instead of that empty shell, Ana had a taste for finer things, some of them that weren't just hung on a wall for everyone to see. Making plans and seemingly enjoying herself, she soon found herself in a small shop for the most intimate of wardrobes. The place was quaint, the lights being quite lower than the more bright ones of a shopping complex. Diverse pieces of lingerie adorned metallic mannequins, some warmer and seemingly made of copper, others with a colder finish and made of iron. It was a peculiar choice of decor, but the metal brought out the best parts of the sheer pieces of clothing.

Ana could see that beyond the usual there were some garments with a more... intricate design, elaborated outfits for women that didn't have a normal body, although who knew what was normal these days. There wasn't at sight anything that was appropriate for her, at least as far as panties went, as she was unique in that department. Just then, the only other person in the shop besides Ana emerged from the back, readying another mannequin.

The woman was different at plain sight, and wildly so. Her skin was a smoky gray with a strange brightness to it, and her red eyes looked as burning coals. Her mane of black her was luscious and was topped by a couple of wolf like ears, and it wasn't the only feral part of her, as the shopkeeper's hands and feet had also an animal nature, forming claws with hair around. The rest of her, if one wanted to discount the waggling tail behind her, was just the body of a curvaceous woman sculpted better than her metal mannequins could ever be. A scarlet set of bra and panties with matching stockings and garter belt was all that covered her, turning the woman in a major selling point for her wares.

"Welcome to Hel's Whisper" she greeted, exhibiting a deep husky voice. "What can I help you with?" she offered, keeping a comfortable distance.
 
The store wasn’t quite the norm, but then again around here what was normal? She was the most normal person she knew nowadays, and even then there was plenty that was weird with her. Still, she admired the clothing from the window, and inside the more cool and metallic designs of the mannequins and ambiance of the area around her made her rather at ease. For a few moments it felt ike a day of normal shopping, and not her looking to keep her contractual obligations filled rather than become a test subject.

But eventually her mind wandered off the subject of mannequins and dress before the possible store owner showed up. A darkly colored woman with a fiery nature surrounding her, one that immediately drew Ana’s attention as her soft lips formed into a more considerate smile. With a light sway to her hips, her hand ran against the nearby counter before she looked the woman over one last time. “Thank you. I’m Ana, and well – i’m looking for a few items in different colors than what’s on display – I might need help getting my measurements as well... do you have the time to help?” she asked, giving a small, polite smile.
 
If the dark haired woman was surprised of a client introducing herself before asking anything, it didn't show on her face, but her lupine ears at the top did raise slightly and her tail waggled side to side. "I'm Helen" she said, adding little else, it was strangely disorienting seeing someone to behave so serious and restrained while wearing nothing more than red lingerie.

"Of course madam, custom orders are usual" Helen said, a given taking into account the special needs some women may have. "Follow me, please" she indicated a door leading to the back side of the shop and turned around walking there. The lingerie she was wearing was indeed tailored for her as the panties had a hole for her tail to waggle.

Helen guided her past a couple of changing rooms to another similar one, but more spacious. It was a kind of dresser, full of fitting and measuring tools and several full body mirrors around, for the clients to check themselves. Helen grabbed a measuring tape from a table, and turned to Ana. "Can you undress, please?" she asked. There it was again, the overly serious and professional tone and her ears rising up, the tail flickering around.
 
Maybe not the most usual way to introduce herself, but really was there any way to start hooking up with a lingerie store employee? If so, Ana could really use that advice about now. But, as Helen gave her name and some information Ana couldn’t help but give a small smile. “Nice to meet you. And sounds great.” Following after the woman she soon began to head into the larger dressing room of sorts, looking about and looking to the mirror after a moment. “Yeah sure.” On the subject of undressing, Ana soon simply started to lift her sweater off, her hair briefly rising up before cascading down around her face and shoulders, a little messier than before. Her bra wasn’t anything to write home about, a simple black affair that held her full and pert breasts nicely, but offered little in the way of tantalizing allure to it. Kneeling, her hands then made quick work of her boots before she rose, hands soon moving to undo her pants and lower them, again – black panties covering a full rear, and leading to toned thighs and long legs. She was certainly an ideally beautiful woman.

Well, save for something a bit different between her legs, something of a bulge that made itself ore obvious as she looked to the mirror. “As you can well, see... I could really do with some serious upgrades.”
 
"Were you thinking of any particular color?" Helen asked while Ana was getting undressed, getting a notepad and a pencil at her clawed hands, ready to take note. Once in her underwear, Helen looked at her professionally, but when Ana made her attention shift to her groin, Helen snapped her pencil in half.

"I'm sorry, I was surprised" Helen apologized after an awkward silence, discarding the broken pencil in favor of a new one. She still tried to keep composure, but her distress was now apparent beyond her ears and tail. "For a moment I thought it was... I mean... you know" Helen tried to hand wave her lack of words. "I guess it's some kind of... tail?" she ventured, trying to rationalize what she was seeing, managing to be still at her spot.
 
“Well, red, black, blue, darker reds, hrm... Maybe white? I don’t want anything too stand out but...” Hearing the pencil snap her attention was quickly diverted to it before she then started to shake her head. “Well... No, it’s not a tail. I guess you can say it’s something kind of rare around these parts nowadays?” Afterall, that was being pretty truthful without being completely overt. “And it’s something that makes shopping for good clothing a little hard. At least, proper womens clothing, you know?” Ana then gave a more humored retort. “Can you guess what it is, orrrr do I need to be more explicit about it?”
 
"No, I understand, I just didn't think it was possible..." Helen was now clearly flustered, her face full of curiosity, finally matching her alert ears and waggling tail. "Blue would suit your eyes..." she continued, even if she was looking everywhere but Ana's eyes. "But we can make several with different shapes, embroidery and colors so you can renew your wardrobe" she advised. Helen thought that if she didn't have proper underwear, she would need quite the money to get quite some.

"Now I don't want to sound..." Helen doubted, closing in. "I mean, it's a technical question, since the bra won't be an issue" she kept dodging the question she wanted to make but she still was getting closer. Helen sure did need some details to make proper panties for Ana, but her interest wasn't only professional. "Is it as big as it seems and..." she gulped, "does it get... you know, hard?" wondered. Such a thing had to be taken into account on the design, of course, but it also had the potential to drive Helen crazy.
 
Seeing the woman get a little flustered, Ana couldn’t help but grin. “Do you think so? I do like blue...” She trailed off, her grin fading into a more subdued smirk as the conversation then went from clothing, to something a little more... intimate. “By all means, you probably need to know this stuff. don’t you?” She asked to Helen, turning to look at the woman as one of her hands briefly ran against Helen’s arm. “It’s quite big when it gets hard, yes. It well, it functions as fully and as normally as you might think it would... In every way.” The blonde trailed off, a brow raised. “It might be a bit easier to show... But I assure you, it’s not only for show.”
 
Ana could see Helen shiver when she said that her extra feature worked in every way, as the shopkeeper was growing restless. "I trust you, let me take your measures" Helen said, doing her best to act distant. She operated as usual, asking for Ana to lift her arms, measuring the bust size... it was all as expected, but the revelation of Ana's troublesome extra had Helen a bit bothered, taking multiple notes and studying how to work around it.

She was excited, and it wasn't just the exotic rarity in front of her. Helen seemingly loved her job, and the challenge pushed to do her best. "So it needs to be something with a nice posterior, but also space in the front" she mumbled while taking notes, sketching prototypes. "It needs to add some sustain, protection, but also give way to size changes" she continued. It was weird seeing her plan some panties like they were an engineering challenge, specially when Helen herself was in underwear. "Just a couple of questions more" she raised her pencil. "Does it come with... balls? Oh and do you go to the bathroom standing up? Depending on the answer it will need extra space and maybe an opening to ease things up" she asked.
 
Seeing the woman get a bit bothered, Ana again laughed a little. “Space in the front, and space in the back sounds good. I suppose the underwear is harder to work out then a bra... And yes, there are balls, no vagina. I guess I go to the bathroom both ways. It’s taken a bit of time to get use to, and i’m still how to say... learning the ropes?” Ana mused, looking to Helen. “But I think it would look better without the opening. Unless I go for the boy shorts or boxers look and boxers aren’t really quite as sexy, I think.” She spoke after thinking for a moment. “Still, hopefully it won’t be that much of a problem? I don’t actually know if you’d need to take measurements of the cock or not... But would that help?”
 
Helen looked fascinated at the revelations. "The boxer shorts and such can be useful in sporty situations or if you want to... disguise I guess? Add a little of male cosplay to the bedroom?" she commented. In absence of any kind of men in the planet, some women liked to recover such aesthetic as a sign of identity, amusement or other personal reasons, but no one of them had what Ana was packing.

"In any case no, I don't need to measure that, but thanks for the offer" Helen refused. "But there is still something we can do" it seemed that she had an idea. "I'm an excellent professional, even if it's wrong of me saying it, and I'd not only like to work on something for the bottom, but see it being taken for a ride" she said. "What I mean is that I'll find you a bra that suits and will tailor a matching bottom with the needed specs. Then we can go outside while you wear it and see if it behaves and tell me what can be improved" added, completing her explanation. Helen sure was a lingerie maniac who wanted to dress her unique physique.

"Come back tonight and we can test my creation if you are up for it" Helen offered.
 
“I...Don’t think i’d make a very convincing male.” She spoke, looking over her more feminine build in the mirror. Still, perhaps there was some way she could. Fun idea to think about for now. And as far as acting male went, Ana would admit she had some rather... obvious advantages others lacked for that.

“Hrm? Sure. If you’re looking for something of a ‘date’, i’m all for it then. So you’ll have it all ready by tonight? Sounds great!” Ana flashed another smile, sighing out briefly before looking to get her clothing on once more. “I’ll be back around.... What time would be good for you? Seven? Eight?” She asked, not quite sure herself. The clock was ticking for her and while she didn’t wanna be pushy, she knew that there was a timeline and she had milestones to reach.
 
"Well, your features don't exactly lend to such a disguise, beyond the lower parts" Helen admitted. "And binding those breasts could be hard, even with compressive underwear" she shrugged. "But tell me sometime if you want to try, I know some girls they like that" she added, playful for a brief moment.

"A date? Y-you can call it that if you please" Helen tried to act professional, her facade breaking briefly. "I'm quite good even if I say so myself, but I want to make sure that it's properly done. Be back at eight so you can change into it and I can be more presentable" Helen paused for a moment, since she wasn't going outside in underwear. "We can go for dinner somewhere near to see how it behaves in calmer situations, sitting down for some time and all that and then, for a stress test..." she was thinking of a proper place to research. "Oh! I know of a nightclub not far from here. Dancing should put my creation to a test" Helen said, definitely obsessed with perfecting her craft.
 
“Do you? Let me know about them. I could certainly get interested in meeting them.” Ana spoke back a little playfully, soon giving a small smile. “And yeah! A date. Definitely a date. I mean that’s what it basically is... Still, we’ll put them to the test. Eight sounds good to me then.” She spoke, looking to Helen briefly once she was fully dressed again. “Sounds great. I’ll see you around eightish then. Club sounds just great!” Was Helen simply focused on the craft or more interested in other things?

Hard to say, but for now Ana would make her leave, as she would need a bit of time to clean up, and perhaps some time to get started more properly on decorating her rather spartan home.
 
While Helen was focused on creating some cute and versatile panties, Ana went home to get ready both her house and herself. It was huge, but a few details here and there added a lively light to the place, a personality of its own. At least now her room and the common areas had a bit of a lived in feel, even if she hadn't spent a day there yet. It still needed some warmth, even noise. Maybe Akira's permission to have her conquests there with her wasn't a bad idea.

For that to happen, she needed to conquer in the first place. Helen was lovely, and in times she seemed interested, but also absorbed in what other would deem a frivolous job. It remained to be seen, now she had to get ready for her research date tonight.
 
It wouldn't take Ana long to get ready. A good bath, carefully doing her hair - not that she was going to make it very fancy, but she did want to look nice. And the home was rather quiet, she'd need to change that soon... Hopefully tonight would be the start of that. Before long, she was getting dressed. A button up shirt, matching pants - something fashionable but not overly so, and raised heels. She looked herself over in the mirror briefly, and once she was confident she gave a small huff. "Let's do this." She spoke a little more confidently before leaving, off to deal with her 'date'.
 
When Ana reached the shop, a dressed up Helen opened her, clad in a red dress that hugged her figure, accentuating the ashen color of her skin. "Pants. A bold choice" she commented almost professionally, before guiding her to the back of the shop again. "Here it is" she presented a box with a set of black bra and panties. "I bet on the black, since it's more versatile" the panties looked mostly a nice lace ones, slightly see trough on the sides, but the crotch area was opaque. "That is a top notch fiber that will keep you tucked in safe" Helen pointed. "But the material is flexible, so it has some give in case it gets... turgid" she added. "As soon as you change into them, we can get moving. Tell me if anything's wrong, so I can fix it" she added, sincerely worried about her craft.
 
Arriving back at the boutique, Ana couldn’t help but give out a small smile at the red clad hellhound. “You look perfect. And Pants, yes... I suppose I like to live dangerously.” She spoke – looking to the box as she gave a small chuckle. “I’ll go change then, won’t take me but a moment or two. I’m sort of new in the town, any suggestion on where we should go first?” She asked as she entered one of the dressing rooms, closing the door behind her and starting to strip. The new underwear was cute, and she did like black – so it was off to a good start as she got both panties and bra on. “So... Wanna see how they look on me before I get dressed, or?” She asked, ready to open the door just in case.
 
"If it feels comfortable there should be no need to" Helen said. "But I guess that I can look if it fits properly and it's well adjusted" she added, sounding professional. "The bra fits and the cups are fine..." she mumbled, once she got to see Ana. "And the tricky part" she crouched, getting a close look of her craft. "Turn around a little bit" she added, staring at her backside. "It seems fine, but you have to tell me if anything feels weird, too tight, too loose, whatever" she insisted.

"Get dressed, we can start by taking it to a restaurant nearby. Nothing too fancy, it's a pretty casual place, but we'll be able to see how the clothes behave when sitting for some time, hope they don't ride up. Well, and I'm starving too" Helen explained with a smile that showed her sharp teeth, ready to move.
 
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