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Chasing Cerise Ch. 01

By: Etaski



Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2010

This story takes place in a futuristic urban setting with many similarities to our own world but is definitely not.

A Vevaphon is a human-made creature, developed first as a flexible sex toy. As the design grew more advanced, it became highly valued for its chameleon and shapeshifting talents and used for law enforcement and assassination. Credit for the name and idea goes to Dave Allsop who owns the RPG where it is found: "SLA Industries."

In this story, I just wanted to explore how this thing might actually work in the way the game creators originally claimed, but never explained themselves. ;)

I hope you enjoy.

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Chase answered on the second ring, taking a moment to ID the call and then fitting the handset where he could speak. Someone mumbled and muttered in the background as she listened for his greeting, and it sounded like that one was fighting very hard for air.

"Hi, Cerise!" the Vevaphon said happily. "How is life in the Operative World?"

"Hello, Chase," she replied. "The usual, I think."

"Shit, I'm so...so sorry."

"I'm not. It always was my excuse for actually calling the numbers on these business cards that folks hand me."

Her grin could be heard through the phone as she tucked Chase's own business card back into her zipper pouch, fairly fat with others. Once upon a time, she'd stuffed them in the little slots within her wallet, one behind the other, not wanting to enter them as actual contacts into her hand-held Oyster. However, her wallet could no longer hold the random contacts that may or may not ever become useful. Now a distinguished, brown leather pouch now kept them neatly available.

Chase's particular card had sort of "floated to the top" tonight, for she was hoping he would be quite useful without her having to leave her apartment.

"It's been nose-to-grind all week and I need a break," she said.

Whoever was in the background emitted a frustrated and scared-sounding trumpeter noise, as if he'd tried to burst free of a stubborn hold but failed.

"Though it does sound like you're _wrestling_ a bit with your time as well," she added, idly wondering who was attached to his other tentacle.

Chase laughed with a touch of glee at the sign that she wanted to play, not sounding distracted. "Nah, just _tying up_ some loose ends," he said.

"No doubt. Well, I'm in a good mood tonight. I can even say I'm in the mood for a good chase!"

She chuckled, but with an inward groan at repeating his own previous bad pun back at him in order to flirt. At least it was something she could know for sure he would understand, since she was sort of winging this. "So might you be up to giving me one?"

"Mmm," he purred, a sound not unlike a woodwind as the free-shifting flesh vibrated in whatever construct he was using as a throat at the moment. "I would love to. Where do we meet?"

Her stomach fluttered a little bit. Well, that was easy. "I'd like you to come to my place, if that's alright."

"It's not in a bad section of town, is it?" he asked with mock aghast. "I'm very careful about such things!"

Right, she thought. As if Chase wouldn't welcome the opportunity to terrify a moronic mugger.

After a bare pause on her end, he continued, "No, no, really, I'd like that. I know where your place is. Nice digs, by the way."

She paused. "Mm...I take it you might've been inside with Lynn on one of her little drop-ins?"

"Yeppers," he replied, oblivious to her tone, just as that person still in the background gagged loudly as if their mouth was filled with Flabby-Foam. "Standard procedure. She says you need a security upgrade, by the way."

Cerise suppressed the eye roll and any irritation at Cloak entering her home while she wasn't there. Lynn was only trying to protect her friend from further attacks and Chase was a bodyguard, among other things. "Tell Lynn the guy's due early next week. Anyway, how long before you'll be able to drop by?"

"I can be there in," he began and thought aloud. "...hmm, this will take nine minutes and thirty seconds to complete, traffic is forty-five to fifty-nine minutes this time of day per 899 metrics but your location is only seventy-eight percent so...I will arrive within forty-three minutes."

Cerise started chuckling audibly about halfway through his calculations.

"What?" the Vev asked, sounding like he was smiling. "Why are you laughing?"

"Your matrix is showing," she teased. "Now I'll have to time you, just to see if Chaos Theory fucks up your estimate. But it's enough time for me to shower and get ready. Is there anything I should have available for you to eat?"

"Yes," he said with that woodwind purr again. "You."

She laughed. "That's a given. Anything else? I know you Stormers eat a lot. Wouldn't want you to become fatigued too soon."

"You should be more concerned about yourself," he said. "You know what they say -- once you go Vat, you never got back!" Chase made a snorting sound as Cerise groaned very loudly on the other end. "Yes, that is as bad as when I heard it..."

"Yeah, it is. Except that I've always gone back. And around, and sideways. I like widening my dating pool."

"Ohh, I do admire flexibility in organics."

"One of my better qualities."

"I can't wait to explore how flexible you are." He whistled softly, but it didn't sound so much like it had come from lips as air pressed through several smaller openings of different sizes. It resulted in a neat harmony effect that pleased Cerise's ears. "Thank you for the offer but I'll bring my own sustenance. I'm also good for about six hours as it is."

"Great. Looking forward to it."

"Fuck, Chase, will you get off the damned phone and hold the son of a bitch!" a woman snarled on the other end and Cerise realized with a start that it was Meg, his field partner.

"Okay, okay," he said, then muttered into the phone, "All work and no play makes a woman who desperately needs of a good fuck, even more desperate for a good fuck..."

Cerise bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, holding in the guffaw. She might agree but she wasn't going to be the one to say so. It wasn't in her hazard pay.

"What did you just say?" Meg demanded. "Fuck it...OW...son of a bitch!"

"'Scuse me, but we've got a situation I need to deal with. Taste you soon," he said. "Come on, you call that a knife—?"

He disconnected and, while genuinely hoping Meg wasn't hurt too badly, Cerise couldn't help chuckling a bit more. Only Chase would set up a booty call with his headset while apprehending his fugitive.

^^^^^^

Thirty minutes later, Cerise was refreshed and charged with energy, straightening and picking up a few things that her roommate Camran had left around the living room and tossing them into his bedroom. If she wanted Chase to chase her (and she did) then she wanted all foot-bruising obstacles to be out of the way ahead of time.

Cerise wasn't wearing shoes; she was barefoot and her toe nails are clear and unpainted because she didn't figure fresh polish might taste very good if the Vev wanted to suck on her toes. She wore a pair of very comfortable, powder blue pajama bottoms, slung lower on her hips and tied with a draw-string. They were just thin and close-fitting enough without being tight that Chase should be able to tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

She also wore a deep red tank top, equally comfortable looking, her arms bare and smooth and her short, sunny-blonde hair just finishing its post-shower fluff as it dried. She wore no make-up, and her skin was clear and unpowdered. She looked like she was ready for a work-out and was clean enough to eat off.

Both of those were distinct possibilities.

She felt curiosity and anticipation, like looking forward to a new vacation site, determined to make the most of it and have a good time. She was nervous, too, however, since this would be her first Vevaphon. Arguably it would be quite different from anything she'd experienced before, and her understanding was that Chase was one of the more advanced versions, 2.7 or something. He had far more personality and greater troubleshooting skills than the average, vat-grown doppleganger.

Why she was opting for Chase instead of a human tonight? Well... that was a duality she didn't want to over-analyze too much but she knew basically why. She had a stalker who'd recently attacked her, and she hadn't wanted to go out tonight with Camran, but yet she didn't want to be alone. Her murder case had been really high-pressure lately and this was her first night off in a while and she really needed stress relief. However she didn't want to keep relying on Thom when he was far busier than she was, and that was saying something. No way he'd be able to just drop everything and come to her place for a good fuck (much as he might like to) just because she was feeling tense and alone and...horny.

Plus Chase would have no expectations afterward. He was designed to be a bloodhound, a mimic...and a pleasure tool. Interaction with him would be simpler, she hoped, than it was with other humans. It was meant to be.

She just didn't want to deal with people tonight.

The apartment phone rang and when she picked up she could hear the lisp of sound that always preceded a 313 Stormer talking, as they constantly slobbered and had to draw some of the moisture from their jaws to talk without spraying.

"Oper'tive Fiske...uh... Cerise?"

"Yes, Clint?"

"An Agent Vevaphon is here tah interruhgate you. ID says Chase. Iz dat a joke?"

"Mm, no, I believe that's his name," she answered. "Please allow the Agent to come to my door, Clint, I am expecting him."

"'Kay, Ahl let'im in," the 313 said and disconnected.

A couple minutes later, the elevator door pinged. Hearing it, Cerise decided to open the door and watch Chase approach. The blonde woman peeked out the peephole first then cracked the door with chain still in place, looking in the direction opposite the elevator first (just in case) before looking at the Vevaphon.

Chase was wearing a charcoal grey suit, blue shirt, and grey and black tie. His "hair" was black today, and it looked as real as it usually did considering that he favored wigs made of the real stuff. He could shift to create his own if he wanted, but she knew from looking at other Vevs that it looked more like really thin whips of licorice when they did that. It made it harder to pass for human.

He smiled warmly at her and his face was perfect and sculpted; he looked very much like a young, slim, well-proportioned Caucasian man at the moment, although his eyes were the one thing not quite right about his shifter's face. They held a flatter quality as though the blue color of his irises had no depth. As he approached the door, he made almost no sound, and she could see he was carrying a bottle of wine and a dark blue, very laden satchel.

She looked curiously at the satchel but then smiled at him. "Hello. You look good. Did you change outfits?"

Chase nodded. "Yes, I also washed," he said. "Too much blood and gunk, and unfortunately cordite really can ruin a mood. Mmmm. You smell tasty, though."

Cerise smiled at the mixed sense, even though she did know it was accurate for his perception. Smelling and tasting were pretty much the same thing, because he didn't have specific olfactory cells. But it still sounded weird. "Mm. Thank you, come in."

As he did, she added, "Did the fugitive fight that much, then?"

Chase shrugged, which looked a little odd in that it was more a roll of flesh than it was a lifting of bone. "He assaulted a Cloak Agent, instant subversion, and was not wanted for questioning."

Cerise nodded without needing to ask more. The man was dead, then. Maybe she shouldn't have asked...

She had closed the door and nearly locked it but then stopped herself when she reconsidered. She left it unlocked.

The Vevaphon was still smiling, it hadn't changed much even during the morbid topic. He held out the bottle, then, shifting to his new topic without transition. "I brought you something you might like...it's Chantie du Fronde. I don't know if it's good but the shop said it was."

"Aw, you didn't have to," she said, and looked curiously at the wine label as she accepted it. "Hey, Chase...how does alcohol affect you? Or does it?"

He was looking around the apartment as if gathering data but answered her question. "I can drink wine and I even enjoy the taste. It warms me but has a reduced effect. I'm hard to get drunk because of my high metabolism. Ah, but also," he said, opening the satchel. "I brought these for you."

One by one he handed her several jars of lubricant, scented powder, chocolate syrup, a feather, a blindfold, and chocolate candy treats. Her mouth hanging open a bit, Cerise took each item as he held them out, but when her hands started getting full at the third jar of lubricant (*Holy shit, does he mean to run through all of them?*), she passed them off to the coffee table.

She was grinning broadly despite herself. Chase had no subtlety whatsoever, but this did help give her an idea what programming he was running as his default. Since he didn't really know her preferences (yet), that default seemed to be "pamper the woman with romantic clichés."

In fact, even referring to Chase as a male was only in that he defaulted to male forms more often than not; he wasn't at all restricted by the pronoun, though. More accurately, the Stormer would be an "it" without any functioning genitals.

"Running down the list for the 'romantic evening' formula, hm?" She eyeballed the items. "What's the scented powder for?"

Sure, she knew a lot of women liked to cover up the scent of their own sweat, applying it after a shower to keep her smoother for longer, but in doing so she thought she would make her skin rather weird to lick.

As a biogenic shapeshifter grown from a production vat, Chase tasted and smelled and touched everything just from surface contact. His entire mass, head to toe (and that was using the phrase loosely) had sensory signals she could barely comprehend.

In all honesty, it was why she'd included an enema in her shower and prep work. She very much wanted to try double penetration with him at some point, but had felt a touch self-conscious over what the Vev might "taste" while going deeper than any human tongue could go.

So did he enjoy the taste of the powder or something?

He grinned wider, almost too wide for a human face. "It's called 'Sinn-a-man and Spice,' something I picked up from a nice little place called 'The Dungeon.' It makes things tastier."

"Ah. I've been there, I think. Hm. So is the powder for me or for you?"

"Well, my taste can be odd to the uninitiated so...it's for either of us," he said. "Though I imagine I'll like your taste just fine."

Cerise smiled in acknowledgement. "Okay, but I'd at least like to try you au natural before I sprinkle you in cinnamon."

Chase's eyes roamed over her face and in the light, they appeared closer to gems with a black spot in the middle than actual eyes. "Your heat flow is enticing," he said suddenly.

That was sort of odd. "Hm? My what?"

"Heat flow. Patterns over your skin. Particularly...here." He moved a little closer, tilting his head a bit, his mouth opening slightly.

Cerise swallowed as she realized where he was aiming. Like with some of the other races in the City...you had to decide whether to show them your throat or not.

It was fairly easy in this case; she knew perfectly well Chase could wipe the floor with her if she were ever on the wrong side of SLA law with him. From a physical aptitude stand point, he had the superior techniques and flexibility by an order of magnitude. He couldn't receive broken bones or strained muscles and even bullets punched holes in him that were closed again pretty quickly.

She tilted her head somewhat as he leaned forward to cup his "mouth" at her throat near her jugular, nipping and sucking at the same time. The touch slid upwards and he gave the skin beneath her ear the same attention.

*Oh, holy shit.* Chase's contact was not quite the right temperature, a bit cooler than human lips, but the movement against her skin was every bit as versatile and inquisitive as real lips, maybe more so. Certainly it had potential. Goosebumps started to break out on her bare shoulders.

"Mmmm, you taste wonderful," he hummed. "Your scent...your sweat, your breath. Mmm...this is good."

"Glad you like," she breathed, her pulse jumping a bit and blinking at the touch that most certainly felt...good. Different, but good.

She felt another wash of heat rise to her face. It had been a long time since she hadn't known exactly to expect from a new partner. As it had in the past, the newness and unpredictability of it excited her on a deep level. But she also realized she had to fight more with her fear and her survival instincts now than she had been a younger, cockier Operative graduate. She was still open to new experiences, yes, but with a few harsh events which had stripped away the clueless naivety of before.

She knew exactly how dangerous a Vevaphon could be, what Chase and the others were designed to do. Yet she was inviting him to get to know her extremely well tonight, inside and out. *At least I'm on the "approved" list.*

He caressed her a bit longer, focusing on the soft parts where blood vessels were accessible and the sensitivity was high. He understood human physiology well, but then, he had to. It made him a more efficient and terrifying hunter and executioner.

She shifted her thoughts from going farther down that path, instead considering carefully how many differences there were going to be in their physiologies? If he was doing this to her, mouthing her...would doing the same to him be welcomed?

She didn't really know; Chase could turn into a completely featureless blob if he wanted to; "head" and "hands" and "legs" didn't really mean anything to him in particular. He wasn't that limited. He could change their location at will and he certainly didn't have any organs or bones that had to stay put.

"Okay, um, I need to ask, Chase...does my using tongue and lips on you feel good? And does it matter where?" Her face flushed a bit as she smiled. "I mean...I know you can form a phallus shape to penetrate me, which is what I want since I've got a bunch of nerves concentrated in one area. But... say I was to suck on that phallus instead. Would it feel like anything? You wouldn't have a concentrated bundle of nerves there...or would you?"

He stopped what he was doing to look at her, not appearing irritated or impatient at the interruption but instead perhaps enjoying answering the questions. "I can relocate nerve bundles to wherever you are touching," he said. "So yes, you can make me feel very good if you try."

"Very adaptable," Cerise said.

Chase looked encouraged and volunteered, "My metabolism and physiology is also such that I'm anti-bacterial and cannot transmit STDs. So no need for any sort of prophylactic, either."

Taken aback for a second, Cerise laughed in surprise. A condom would really be pointless with silly putty anyway, but she guessed the Stormer was just getting to the point. A very different dance from easing into human relations, but that was okay. At least he was going for the good stuff and was being cheerful about it. "Okay, bareback it is, then!"

Her body was already revved up from the anticipation and fantasy in the time before he arrived and she could feel wet warmth and heightened sensitivity at the junction of her legs and something a little hotter coiling in her abdomen. She was becoming more aroused, not knowing what to expect, feeling charged because of it. It was totally new.


Chasing Cerise Ch. 01



He smiled more widely in response to her laugh and whatever else he sensed from her. "So, what room, surface, and orifice do you want to start with?" The Vev stepped forward, gently offering his mouth to her. "I'll get to them all shortly."

"Well...always start with the oral one. A kiss," she murmured huskily, stepping to meet him and wrap her arms around his shoulders. "And here in the living room is fine."

His mass shifted slightly so that every portion of her skin that was touching him was being gripped in return. It had to be the weirdest feeling ever. At first Cerise tensed in surprise, not expecting it and realizing that his clothes weren't real and it was only her tank top that actually separated them from direct contact.

Soon she relaxed again as her nipples and breasts, throat, and crook of her elbow felt a warm rotating vibration. Chase's oscillation made a low thrumming noise and a portion of a hand shifted up to the base of her skull, massaging her neck and teasing the hair.

Oh....! She groaned slightly, feeling her nipples tighten up and she moved her breasts slowly against the stimulation. The tension in her neck which she hadn't realized was there started melting under the good vibes, and the scalp exploration felt really good....

*Oh, that's better than any massager on the market..*.

Cerise accepted his offer of "tongue," drawing on the opening in an eager kiss then slipping her tongue inside to duel with his. She made it a point to note what he tasted like right now. She tasted chocolate, figuring that had been the most recent thing he'd consumed (which likely meant the box of chocolates he'd given her probably wasn't full). But there was almost something like silicon underneath, and the texture was as she might imagine mouthing on a very firm sea-cucumber...

"And the surface?" he asked, though it took her several seconds to recall that he had asked her three questions. Like the logic-based construct that he was, he had to have the answers.

"What?" she gasped. "Oh. Well...that will depend on where you catch me."

Cerise reached to peel his hands from her back, regretfully moving away from him and stepping back with a mischievous grin. "Do you have enough of my scent to pursue, you think?"

Chase grinned back and a predator's gleam came to those inhuman eyes. "Enough that you won't be able to escape."

Good.

He had barely finished the sentence when she dove for the front door and threw it open to dart out into the carpeted hallway of her apartment complex. The floor went around in a complete square, half-a-block around, creating a reasonable "race track" and Cerise intended to sprint full tilt around that track.

She simply had to start this evening by getting rid of some of the nervousness, to let the extra energy bleed off as a thin layer of clean sweat on clean skin... which she guessed would make her only more yummy to Chase.

She also wanted to see what kind of 'combat matrices' were triggered by her actions. He had told her once that he adjusted those matrices for his "play," since he had no natural instincts of his own. She was horny but she was also curious, and this was her first time. She wanted to understand how he worked.

Glancing back, she saw the Vev shrug out of his jacket, toss off his wig, and take off after her. He picked up speed with his feet and arms pumping far faster than a human would be able. She saw his limbs and torso moved oddly, showing far more flexibility as they adjusted for the optimal propulsion. Portions of his frame shifted and his forearms changed shape, stretching like taffy into wicked-looking hooks. His mouth was no longer human; it was showing rows of serrated teeth in a wide joker's grin.

Her heart squeezed and trembled in her chest as she looked at the shifting nightmare. Holy fucking shit!

Cerise now saw how a hunting Vevaphon would scare the absolute piss out of nearly any human. Her energy surged and the adrenalin poured into her as he triggered a genuine flight response, and she started to pull away from him at first as she ran flat-out. 

She hoped she knew what she was doing. Explaining to her roommate later how she got her clothes bloody and shredded from her "friend's" visit might be difficult, and that was assuming she could take a healing drug afterward. She fervently hoped Chase had more control over those programmed matrices than it appeared at the moment.

As she rounded the short corner and hit the long stretch back, another glance over her shoulder showed no pursuit. It was suddenly ominously quiet with the exception of her breath and heartbeat. She stopped, wondering if he was doubling back around the other way? She was trembling from the rush, looking around with wide, dark eyes. What...?

A few moments later and around the corner, she heard the sound of footsteps and armor followed closely by a door being broken down and a familiar voice that she knew very well.

"DOWN! DOWN! CLOAK DIVISION!" Inspector Thom Jagger yelled and there was a muffled gunshot along with the sounds of scuffling which soon died down.

Cerise gasped and took a step back. *What the hell is Thom doing here?!*

Given how intimate she'd been with the man in the very recent past, it would be really awkward seeing him now only to then have Chase appear to drag her back to her apartment.

"Control, secure. We got him. Jagger out," the Inspector said.

"Aren't you going to question me?" a voice pleaded.

"No."

"But...why...why not?"

No response.

"Why not? What...what are you going to...to do?"

*What the fuck? That wasn't like Thom.*

Cerise approached the corner, her bare feet padding quietly on the carpet, wondering why all this sounded so...off. Something was odd about the sounds -- they seemed flat, almost as if they were not in stereo and the bass was turned too far down.

As she looked around the corner, there was no sign of a strike and the air was free of cordite and blood. Nothing had happened here, she'd only heard the sounds....

*It's him...it's Chase...!* she thought immediately. She remembered what both Thom and Lynn had said about Chase being a good vocal mimic. Baiting and stalking, he could echo other sounds just as he could take on other appearances. Her heart was still beating hard. She hadn't taken the bait, hadn't run headlong into the trap looking for the Inspector, but...where was Chase? The hallway was empty.

Someone in another apartment finally got curious enough to open up the door to peek their head out. It was a young boy with dark, curly hair and dark eyes. He saw her and their eyes met, then Cerise heard his mother yell behind him to close and lock the door, "It's not our business what Cloak is doing to some subversive!"

Suddenly, a portion of the wall to her left sheered out like a wave and lunged after her. The boy screamed, high-pitched, and slammed the door to the hallway.

"Shit!" Cerise cried, doing her best to dodge out of the way but was just a sliver too slow.

The breaking glass-whistle of the Vev's laughter radiated the length of the form as a tentacle lashed out for her, making a whipping sound in the air as it wrapped around her wrist. She screamed and never stopped moving, making a supreme effort to get loose again. In that moment she was too terrified to give in yet.

She somehow twisted free (or maybe he let her go) and she burst down the hall, starting to laugh now; quivering, gasping laughter but it nonetheless helped control that huge rush of fear. She had broken into the sweat she had wanted, and she ran toward her apartment to see if she made it there or if Chase would catch her.

Cerise looked back again and saw the Vev falling forward, morphing into a semblance of his natural form -- a stretched, sinewy humanoid with a gaping mouth and hooks for limbs. Fragments of paint from the walls and strips of carpet hopped after him in small tufts as he sprinted after her. Making it far worse was the low, inhuman humming coming from him as he pursued. He shifted back into his more rigid, human form and that effort slowed him down. She saw that somewhere along the way he'd shed his clothes. Or the appearance of them.

No wonder people were known to faint seeing him as he actually was.

Part of her remaining fear was that she didn't truly know if Chase wouldn't decide it might be fun to see her expression if he drew her blood. Vevaphons were programmed with an understanding of torture as part of their interrogation skills. There was just enough uncertainty to heighten her rush, but she had to be careful not to hyperventilate.

*No. Calm down. Thom would have Chase recycled if he hurt me. But I don't think I know one friend who could handle this as foreplay...or see the appeal.

I must be crazy.*

The Vevaphon was far more surreal and nightmarish than the other, more natural aliens on the planet, even if the predators all triggered the same rush of fear/excitement while being chased. At least a natural race looked like a predator, and in being stalked and chased by one there was no mistaking the intensity of the feeling. She'd experienced it before; she liked to be chased (obsessive stalkers aside).

Some aliens even could—and would—use the same mimicry to trick prey into coming closer. But a Vev? It was like adding in a magician full of illusions and funhouse distractions that were harder to separate from the real world. Coming right out of the wall like that? At least the other hunters only had one form!

She'd made it back to her place, and Chase rushed into the apartment after her. He turned off his "hunt mode" so suddenly, like a light switch, that she blinked. He calmly shut the door, locked and dead-bolted it, and then turned to smile at her.

He looked like his "human" himself again, albeit as a bald, nude Keith doll with no genitals. But that single action on his part calmed the sharpest edge of her fear and she smiled back, panting hard, her skin showing a light sheen just below her clavicles.

He stepped forward. "You're sweating, Cerise. Tasty. Now I could find you anywhere."

She laughed breathlessly, "Isn't that the point?"

The smile shifted to a more feral display and he laughed as he rushed after her. She shrieked to release the tension and started darting around her apartment for all she was worth. Chase followed her nearly exactly, a tendril brushing her skin or grasping at an ankle then releasing it instead of doing what he was programmed to do: take her down and hold her completely immobile.

One particular whipping grasp swept her feet, made her stumble. He was so fast in close quarters and it was clear he was largely impossible to escape. He "missed" her several times, happily allowing her to draw him to wherever she desired to be caught.

Her ragged, shaky laughter actually grew with the game, and after leaping over the couch a couple times, skidding through the kitchen and tearing down the hall, she shoved open the door to her bedroom and figured finally with a smile, *Oh dear, I'm trapped...*

She was almost against the far wall and spun to face him, having some trouble giggling as she heaved for breath. "Oh... fuck..."

"How about a 'Please' and a 'Me' with that?" he quipped, not sounding out of breath at all.

He rushed her.

He caught her mid-laugh.

It was like being hit like a soft blanket of gelatin. His flowing body washed across her skin, pulling away from her face so she could get air then hardening and tightening so that kicking and squirming free was impossible.

Cerise's senses went into overdrive at the entirely alien apprehension, and though she was very much grateful she could still breathe, she still inhaled to scream again. Part of him shifted and stretched quickly, vibrant and trembling flesh moving against and into her mouth. It had the texture of a phallus but the suction of a kiss as it pulled at her lips and tongue. She ended up screaming into him; he didn't block off all her air taking her mouth.

The blond woman experienced a chaotically intense moment; the alien, freaky blending of touch essentially asked for a blowjob and a kiss simultaneously. Chase's programming was also perhaps too strong to just let her scream without restraint, and she truly felt trapped. She nearly fell into panic with a desperate need to get loose and get that probing, squirming thing out of her mouth! But no...no. She was here willingly, she had asked him to do this, she wasn't going to chicken out.

She closed her eyes and drew in a long, steady breath through her nose, focusing on the texture and the chocolate taste of the morphing Stormer. She used her tongue and her senses to remind her brain that she wanted to be here. Here and now. She began putting an excellent effort into orally caressing his offered appendage. She could easily focus on that to help dispel the anxiety.

The protoplasm around her body throbbed and writhed in response, tasting and massaging her in apparent eagerness as she tongued that tiny part of him. There was a distinct quiver where she touched, as if he was very excited by the caress. Portions of him, tendrils and bands of muscle-like substances, vibrated in the air in response to her exploration. The sound was between a buzz and a moan.

It was almost like giving a man a blowjob. Sort of. At least she was having a positive effect.

After a few minutes she found herself lifted upward and back with force, landing on the bed with him against her. Without thinking she tried to struggle, to grab at arms or hands or hair or face, everything that wasn't there at the moment. She heard a sharp whipping sound as tentacles zipped through the air, wrapping around her wrists and ankles. Her hands were pulled out and up and her feet down and apart. He pinned her to the bed and there was no human face to see, just a mass of writhing, peachy-tan flesh.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she knew she was definitely caught and she had no choice now but to trust that he wasn't going to hurt her. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked up. Some of the tentacles writhing above her had sharp-looking blades, and they vibrated into thin blurs that caused sections of the wall to fizz into dust. It would be like hugging a buzzsaw if she grabbed him wrong.

*Oh fuck, I really am crazy...*

Cerise's stomach lurched in fear again as she felt a new rush of danger sing through her mind. She knew Chase must be highly engaged in his activity if those 'modified' combat matrices were unconsciously forming lethal blades like that! She was glad that her wrists and ankles were immobile...she couldn't flail and get a digit severed by one of those things. What a show-stopper that would be! In fact, perhaps that was why Chase had done it; to protect her from her own panic response.

She tried like hell to stop straining against him but wasn't successful the first time, starting to writhe again in a few seconds. He wasn't doing anything else, he was just holding her down as she struggled.

They'd never discussed a 'safe word', she realized... something of an oversight for her, but she could see maybe Chase wouldn't have even thought about it. Why would he? He wasn't human but working off sort of an array of pre-planned actions.

She might ask him to stop, tell him no, or at least to reassure her that he would stop if asked. But then it would take some of the edge off. Dumb down the high. And it would also tell him that she might be having doubts with her wanting to stop in the middle to "reset" the rules and then try to resume it in a reduced capacity.

This would seem like a very dangerous game to anyone watching but... did she have doubts? She couldn't move and now she didn't really know what to do, true...but...maybe it was only a matter of lying back and accepting what the Vev had to offer. She had said to him before, when they'd agreed on a future date, that his description of his "erotic programming" sounded to her that it could be like ultra-heightened masturbation.

Chase hadn't been offended when she'd said that.

She wasn't interacting with an organic life form with his own expectations and agenda, trying to mesh his with hers so they both got what they wanted. She was interacting with a Karma Stormer; designed with a completely efficient understanding of how human bodies worked. And she had asked for a 'chase and catch' scenario; that's what she'd wanted, so that's what he was doing. To the letter.

Perhaps, just like self-sex, she wasn't expected to give back or do anything in return. Only enjoy it "selfishly"? His function was to stimulate her, and he would do exactly that. Chase would feel every muscle twitch and every change in her pheromone levels. According to him, he couldn't even "orgasm" unless she did; he needed her release to trigger his biochemical reward for pleasuring her.

If she would only just stop thinking about the intent and just focus on her own climax. It was counter-intuitive, but she realized Chase would enjoy this more if she just looked out for herself and didn't give in to self-doubt, giving him half-assed responses from which to work.

Cerise allowed herself to relax and softly moaned with a bit of anticipation at being spread out like this. She became aware again that her legs were held open and Chase eagerly oozed around her mound in response. She cried out in pleasure and there was a universal quiver across his form in response to her voice. It was a good sign. He didn't seem to have much weight and she realized he was supporting himself around her instead of on top of her.

His face solidified in the gel and he grinned down at her, suddenly an inch away, and it startled her.

"Jeez, fuck, Chase!" she gasped, her face flushed an incredibly deep blush of pink.

"Is that an order?" he purred. She felt his words vibrating through him as he spoke through the oscillation of his mass instead of vocal chords. She didn't feel a focused burst of air come out, either, though any human man this close would have been huffing in her face.

She laughed, still trembling. "Well, sure, why not? Fuck, Chase."

*I think I'm ready...*

"Yes, Ma'am," he growled.

Portions of him moved against her, and the vibrations began between her legs, at the backs of her knees, the crooks of her elbows, and her breasts.

She sucked in a small cry, her body bucking a moment as if an electric charge had gone through her and she uttered, "Oh, god...!"

Then she hummed, undulating against him to create a bit of a rhythm where she could control the intense sensations, channel them better. Her lips pressed to wherever she could reach on Chase, an appreciative kiss communicating that she definitely liked what he was doing.

Out of the oscillation came his voice, buzzing and definitely inhuman. "Do you care about these clothes or am I free to remove them the way I want?"

She reasoned she could always buy more. "Any way you want," she murmured.

"Goody," he said and began to shift.

Sections of Vev-rope circled and snapped, gripping the fabric of her pajama bottoms and tank top from different angles, lancing it off her and she gasped. The ripping sound enhanced things as strips of clothing were pulled away and his flesh pressed to hers, warming up just being in contact with her. As he stripped her, he also massaged the palms of her hands, wrists, and ankles along with the balls of her feet.

"Ohhh," Cerise's eyes rolled upward briefly before she closed them. That particular combination she'd never felt before...no human could possibly manage it all at once. A Vevaphon was an extraordinary multi-tasker.

She was soon naked and he continued to flex and shift, flowing across her and allowing cool air to seep through between them to her warm, sweating skin. There was a gentle throbbing of pressure on her nipples and his face receded back into the mass of protoplasm, accompanied by a gentle caress between her breasts and an increase of suction against her midsection. He circled and massaged around her navel, tasting her and his face reformed near hers to kiss again. A phallus formed near her mouth, offering itself to her.




Chasing Cerise Ch. 01



Cerise was flushed and hot, luxuriating in the full-body sensation; she gladly opened her mouth and took the offering between her lips to swirl her tongue around it, alternating by sucking gently. A second later she felt a wave of warmth trembling against her crotch as he slid against her and her hips responded, pressed upward, an approving noise rising in her throat. *Oh yes...please...*

When he entered her, it was as a pliable mass that flowed in like warm water, pushing to fill every contour, spread her wider, then hardening and beginning to oscillate.

Cerise's eyes flew open at the completely foreign penetration; she'd expected him to create a phallus externally, to harden it then thrust inside, mimicking organics.

This... oh god, ...this was like getting a custom mold made for her pussy, flowing in thin and barely there, then stretching her to a satisfying girth...and then the vibrations pressing to her G-spot inside! He wasn't thrusting in and out; he had little reason to on his own. His stimulation came from hers. He was a fucking custom vibrator!

The oscillation formed a rhythm, originating on the flat external sections that were touching her abdomen and thighs then moving inward to her deepest reaches in a vibrating pulse. She was vaguely aware that he's matching her heartbeat and reacting to her breathing pattern. Her dark brown eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling since her lover had no face...but that was okay since the sensations held her practically in awe.

"....Holy hell...that's awesome..." she breathed aloud.

Now she could see exactly how some rich, kinky women in the City might get quite attached to their very own attentive Vevaphon...but also why it was a 'fetish' relegated to the Alien Sex Channel. She could imagine how this looked for someone watching: weird and ridiculous, though she didn't really care given the circumstances. The sensations were so unique, thrilling.

So what if it was one of the ugliest and/or silliest-looking couplings in the World of Progress?

She whimpered as the sensation increased, writhing her hips up as she might when fucking herself with a vibrator. She wanted more. *Oh god, he could, couldn't he...?*

Yes, he could. She felt something soft as a tongue flow over her labia and her mound, completely covering her clit in a warm suction cup...and begin that gentle vibration. *Oh, fuck, yes!*

Several minutes later when she was quivering, practically held in rapture, another part of him began to massage her ass cheeks, squeezing and tasting, then gently nudging between her buttocks.

Cerise had been caught up in what Chase is doing, distantly enjoying the massage on her buttocks...but there was always an all-encompassing zing! when her anus was first touched. Her little thrilled cry was accompanied by an attempt to raise her knees a bit, offering easier access so he wouldn't have to squirm as much to get between her cheeks. She knew she definitely wanted it both places; she started sucking on the tongue-like proboscis near her head again and groaned in encouragement.

As she warmed to his touch, he entered her and spread using the same "warm water" technique to part her and spread her open.

*OH!!...Oh holy shit...!* This entry point had certainly been the center for more than its fair share of pain for her in the past, but this — here and now — felt warm and soft and fucking awesome as Chase gently stretched her no further than she could be comfortable, than what caused pleasure without pain. Nice and on the small side. Another custom fit.

Her arms and legs were pulled out tighter and he shifted to lift her abdomen slightly, squeezing to flow beneath and support her back and hips. The twin, pulsing vibrations continued inside her. She could feel his movement through her body core as she was elevated from the bed, supporting her so that it felt like she was floating above the mattress. Chase began to oscillate faster, stimulating every orifice at the same time in addition to vibrating against her nipples and every erogenous zone at once that a normal partner couldn't hope to reach.

Cerise started shrieking, even muffled by the bit of Chase in her mouth, and her body started straining and bucking harder. *Too much...!*

She pulled her mouth free. "Oh..! Oh god...slow down, please, don't stop...don't stop, just slow down...!"

Chase was completely unrecognizable at the moment but he responded immediately, following her voice commands. He gave her a playfully quick touch to the G-spot after he slowed things down.

"Augh! Oh, you fucking tease!"

He actually giggled somewhere farther down on his body. A soft proboscis that felt like a tongue tasted her everywhere there was contact and she felt him shiver as he made a warm, purring sound. Cerise sighed in exquisite pleasure and relaxed; much better, softer, slower...

"Mmmm..." he rumbled. "I could do this to you for days."

She blinked, wondering truthfully if he was serious and not exaggerating. Except for needing sustenance...a Vev could be essentially tireless, couldn't it? No muscles to become sore...no joints to receive too much pressure...no inner ear to become dizzy. Chase would get hungry before he got tired.

"I-I'd become a gibbering idiot," she murmured with a laugh, then a groan. "Move...in and out...don't bang me, just...move a little bit, gently..."

He hummed as he moved, pushing against her pliant flesh and gripping at the same time. He was following her commands. She couldn't be more pleased or relieved; she might even be getting the hang of this!

She moaned at the sawing and shuffing back and forth through her openings, the sphincters of muscle clutching at the welcome invasion. Her head moved side to side a few times as she is submerged in the sensation for several long moments. "God, that feels fantastic...okay, move a little faster, just a little, keep the vibe low..."

The Vev again responded, picking up the pace slightly. He had relaxed the mild pressure on her chest and she could breathe more deeply; she was really starting to need it.

She supposed she should be grateful she could still talk...if this kept up much longer (yes, please), she wouldn't be able to speak. Gasping and sweating nicely now, sopping wet between her legs, Cerise eventually asked for harder thrusting. This was her last request before she lost her words and started bucking, straining against the tentacle restraints.

Chase would have to interpret her sounds of revelry for himself because concentrated heat was gathering in her abdomen and all her muscles were tightening along with her tension.

She started climbing, rose quickly and crested, her face scrunched and her mouth open but no sound coming out as the tension started to unravel and pure pleasure flooded through her, radiating out from her sex.

"...god...!" she squeaked then emitted a couple inelegant, successive grunts without much awareness for anything around except her orgasm and her heart pounding in her ears.

Chase tightened his grip on her hips, arms, and neck as the orgasm hit her and there was a responding escalation of sounds from him. Several moments after she peaked, the Vevaphon trembled, visible striations appearing in his form and he made a loud, happy, inhuman screeching sound that only a creature without vocal cords could make.

Her climax was his reward. One really couldn't fake it with him.

Moments later, he went limp, falling across her but still maintaining penetration. She had the urge to wrap her arms around her partner in appreciation of such a great cum but realized they were still tied up at the moment. Then a mostly-formed face arose from the mass of matter and smiled at her.

"Again?" Chase asked. "Or do you need a break?"

She looked more carefully at the Vev. She couldn't tell if he was tired as she was.

"Are you hungry? I know you burned a lot of energy. And I could use a water break."

"I am a bit depleted," he admitted. "Perhaps a short break would be best, if that's acceptable."

"Definitely acceptable," she smiled then gasped as she felt him withdraw from her.

That was different, too...Chase had 'softened' and slid out, sort of the reverse of how he'd entered. Almost like a man losing his erection and slipping out, but in super fast-forward motion.

He slid off and from around her to a general mass at her side, soon reforming into the human shape she was used to seeing. It was calming and reassuring to her; any human liked to see what was familiar after coming off the high, experiencing something so alien. The Vev physically crawled across her to get out of bed and walked with visible care out of the room and towards the supplies he brought.

Cerise smiled. *Ha. So he is worn out...*

She couldn't bray about it, though. She got up just as carefully before following him into the living room, her legs weakened and rubbery. She looked herself over, finding no accidental scrapes or cuts, and maybe only a few sore spots — no worse than she'd ever done to herself.

Totally worth it. Now to see how long it took a Vevaphon to recoup for Round Two...



Chasing Cerise Ch. 02



Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2010

This story is continued.

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Cerise entered to see Chase opening a small round container she supposed he got from his satchel and nearly upending it, some kind of paste blobbing into his "mouth."

"Mmmm. I love that they flavor these now." Then his face twisted as he mimicked a swallow. "Oh shit...I think I just ate dog food."

She guffawed. "Oh, eww...you didn't!"

"They're in the same grocery section, you know." He winked.

She chuckled, shaking her head in skepticism. "How nice to know where they consider Vev food in the ladder of culinary delicacies."

He laughed and let her take the empty jar when he was finished with it. She looked at the label. Not dog food, it was definitely the super-dense, high-nutrition paste developed specifically for Stormers.

*Joker. Well that's good...I don't want to suck on a chow-flavored dick later.*

Chase consumed three of the six containers from his bag and one of the two bottles of electrolytes he had brought with him while Cerise padded naked over to her fridge to get a bottle of water, twisting off the cap to drink. As the fluid touched her lips, her thirst from the chase, the wrestling and coupling caught up with her. She was definitely parched, taking in almost as much liquid as Chase.

She turned and saw his odd, flat eyes tracing her movements and he tilted his head, seeming to take in every muscle twitch. He looked reinvigorated and eyed her intently. She chuckled, her fingers trailing absently over the thin strip of trimmed blonde fur adorning her mound. Feeling the stickiness for her own juices, she borrowed a kitchen towel to wipe up the worse of sexual moisture, setting it on the counter to throw in the laundry later.

Chase watched her quite attentively as she walked toward him, shifting slightly to face her fully as she approached. Portions of his limbs, although they looked like hairless human flesh, rippled with anticipation. "So, what shall we do now?" he asked.

Her eyes slid to the chocolate syrup and treats, and scented powder. Something slower, less frantic, would be nice this time. They had done "Pursue and Sack," then had urgently coupled to a fine and intense orgasm. She had come down off her adrenalin, even if her pussy was still reddened, her lips pouty and sensitive.

She took his hand and said, "Here, sit on the couch with me. I'd like to try out that scented powder you brought. And dip into those chocolates."

Chase complied, his "hand" stiffening to accept her grasp and he sat next to her. She opened his box of chocolates first and, sure enough, five of them were missing. She quirked an eyebrow at him but he only shrugged before selecting another one at random and holding it up to her mouth. She opened and accepted.

Cerise tasted the coconut in dark chocolate and hummed as she watched Chase pluck up a chocolate himself. It disappeared into his palm as he consumed it and made a "yummy" noise as well, and she blinked, pretty sure she could see the chocolate being dismantled within his arm and quickly fading from view.

*...Ooookay.*

Setting the box down as she finished chewing, she picked up the shaker of "Sin-a-man Spice" powder and opened it to take a sniff, considering the possibilities. Then she got an idea. Why not take further advantage of the definite perks of a shapeshifter? So what if it looked "weird" so long as it felt good, right?

When she turned her attention, Chase was in the process of actually placing a second chocolate into his mouth and he turned his head then, offering it to her on his "tongue."

She smiled. He probably was following a script but...what the hell. So did a lot of "organics."

"Yum," she said and leaned to meet his mouth and munch the treat. The chocolate was followed immediately by a probing kiss, slow and patient to enjoy the sensation of the melting chocolate coating both tongues. Eventually Cerise had to pull back and start chewing the caramel inside. Mmmmm...

Chase's nuzzling shifted to her ear and throat as she chewed but returned to her mouth after she'd finished with it. "I like the taste of your breath after coconut caramel," he hummed.

She smiled widely at him, flushing a bit and fiddling with the powder bottle. She was slightly anxious, but less for the candy breath and more for what she wanted to ask of him. "Do you...hm...do you have any experience with erotic spanking?"

"Of course," he said without so much as a blink. 'Have you been good, bad, or naughty? I prefer the latter since 'good' only gets you a chocolate and 'bad' only gets you a regular spanking."

She laughed with glee. "Always naughty. If you're having fun, you aren't being nice!"

He rumbled happily in agreement and pinched her hip and she yipped. At least he was ready to go.

She said, "Okay, then, I'd like you sitting in the middle of the couch and I will lay across your lap, rump up. Use this powder to smooth into my ass and thighs first. It'll dry up the stickiness, at least. At the same time..." She blushed slightly, but still said, "I'd like to suck on you. If you could give me a tendril or something, I'd want to use some of the powder to rub on you, too, then I'd basically give you a blowjob as you take turns spanking me and playing with my pussy. Feel free to oscillate when you're doing the second one."

She squirmed a bit; just describing it has made her sex roused beyond the light buzz of before, even if what she'd said was closer to a grocery list than erotic poetry. "So...you game?"

"Mmmm," he said. "By your command, then, come here."

His lap was still warm from their previous contact and it supported her easily, soon moving and massaging her slowly from beneath. She was smiling as she settled on her elbows, her breasts gently brushing the couch, then gasped as his lap massaged her belly and hips, the tops of her thighs and, yes, her mound.

She moaned and wiggled her hips slowly, moving against Chase's lap with deep delight. Oh, this would make the spankings that much better. She giggled, looking over her shoulder at him and raising her feet up into the air like some models do in centerfolds, belly down and presenting their pretty butt.

The touch of the powder was cool as it sprinkled across her backside. Chase gently began to massage with a warm, vibrating palm, smoothing it across her hip and between her thighs. She grinned, turning her head forward and closing her eyes, focusing on the sensation as his hand encouraged her to open her thighs a bit more.

Her rump rose up slightly to meet his caresses, and her legs opened easily to allow him to massage the powder into the silky skin between her thighs. Her toes curled as she hummed in approval and encouragement. She felt her pussy tremble quite literally upon the vibrating lap.

The Vevaphon sprinkled some powder onto what was, at the moment, his lower thigh. Then it shifted, flowing and stretching into a phallus-shaped tentacle near her mouth.

Being an extension of Chase, of course, it retreated and played a bit of hide-and-seek at first, forcing her to swipe at it with her hand. Cerise felt like a cat batting with a paw to capture an elusive rodent and started chuckling before growling, "C'mere, you...!"

Chase giggled a bit like she had earlier and submitted his "prick" to her. Sort of.

As she grabbed it, he first gave her an appendage that was far too large to fit into her mouth—"Oo, look, I'm a real man!" he cried— then the phallus shrank small enough to match her pinky. "Aw...damn. What Man giveth, He taketh away..."

The ludicrous displays and commentary caused her to snort then finally give up and laugh out loud, shaking and trying to catch her breath in the Vevaphon's lap.

"Chase, give me something to suck already!" she demanded.

He laughed in response but finally offered her something more substantial, yet manageable, with which to work.

She wasted no time taking hold of him again as Chase "gave it up" and she cooed when she got both hands on the powdered mass and had a chance to stroke it and warm it between her palms. She explored the texture, the density, and responsiveness with fingertips and grasp, sniffed the cinnamon scent of the powder and swallowed the excess saliva as she thought about sliding it between her lips.

After a few more moments, she did just that, running her tongue along him to taste the powder first, to get a measure of the strength. Finding it quite pleasing, not overpowering, she closed her lips around the phallus and started suckling hungrily, hands gently stroking whatever portion of writhing flesh that was not inserted in her mouth.

He purred and her exploring hands found smooth crevices, slopes, and intricate ridges that shifted and moved to accommodate her touch. It was not quite enough to be distracting but had the benefit of constantly stimulating her palms and wrists.

The thought that Chase could multi-task to this level of detail was astounding. If one looked his sheer versatility during sex, every "organic" came up short because of the relative lack of limitations on the Vev's form. Not a fair contest at all; the Vevs were just in a category all their own. One couldn't compare.

Interesting, then, that it all came down to the woman's own limits and hang-ups for how much "use" she could get from this kind of Stormer. If she wasn't satisfied, it was probably her own fault, for not knowing herself or not being brave enough. The Vev wanted nothing more than to please when it came to humans and orgasm.

Chase was still rubbing her butt dotingly and she soon felt him press a smaller phallus into her sex, beginning a gentle caress inside. She groaned loudly, her back arching and her ass rising up a bit. Chase mimicked her in his verbal response, gripping her for a split second and then releasing to enjoy her movement.

After a few minutes a broad sheet of mass encircled her waist, moving perpendicular to the rest of his actions. Pausing curiously, Cerise felt things flowing beneath her as he shifted his cells, then everything settled down again.

Trying to redistribute, maybe? She pondered it a moment before his motions became much more deliberate between her legs and she sucked in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed, and she went back to sucking on him.

Her hips moved in conjunction with his stroke, and she was still grinding her mound gently against his buzzing lap. She felt the cool touch of lubricant across her backside. He lacked the ability to warm it significantly, so it was cooler than a human partner would allow but he tried to compensate with gentle oscillation along her already warmed skin. Her body was starting to feel much hotter anyway, her skin flushed, and she made frequent mews and moans of approval. Her eyes still closed, she almost forgot about her request for getting in this position in the first place until Chase reminded her.

The Vev moved under and against her, pulling at the flesh of her thighs and then suddenly, she heard a whip of air before a flash of shock struck her backside. Chase could probably feel the rush of cool air pulled past his wet offering as her mouth opened and she gasped in surprise, her hips jumping and her body tensing.

It was playful, not harsh, and she realized he had used a biogenetic switch. He giggled softly, taking a moment to run a tongue-like proboscis across her backside.

After a moment, feeling the warm, slow flow of heat spreading out on her cheeks from the strike, coupled with that soothing "lick" along her buttock, her body relaxed and she murmured happily, sucking on him more as if to encourage him to do it again.

Waiting a few seconds first, Chase spanked her again but this time he had reshaped his hand to use a paddle instead of a switch.

She jerked more sharply, reacting both to the broader sting and the louder sound. She was prepared, though, and her control was good; she didn't even threaten to bite him by accident. Her mouth-hold tightened instead as prickles of stronger heat graced her buttocks from the paddle.

He didn't speak but seemed to be watching for her preference as he alternated between the switch and the paddle. He received a more excited squeal and more eager squirming from the switch than the paddle, though she didn't speak in words and kept her mouth full. Chase naturally adjusted more (though not exclusively) to the switch, hitting hard enough to sting before the warmth flowed across her skin like a fluffy towel out of the dryer. The texture of it changed slightly, along with the angle, as he ebb and flowed into different shapes. Sometimes he gripped her thighs and buttocks again, massaging powder in and then licking it off. Cerise peeped happy sounds at several of the licks, which were drier than those from a human tongue, but smooth and soft nonetheless.

She was enjoying the technique and variety to the utmost, kicking her feet up and writhing in Chase's lap, varying her voice almost as much as the Vevaphon was varying his toys. She loved the slow, arousing climb, the heat, and the stings which had started transforming into pleasure almost as soon as the switch struck, as she anticipated the next one.

Her pussy had begun to ache but fortunately was not vacant as part of him continued vibrating inside her. She moved her tongue, tasting the last remnant of powder without much conscious awareness. Her heart was pounding and she wiggled her bottom at him from time to time, asking for more. Her sex throbbed, very much reddened and glistening with natural lubricant. Her hind end glowed with a nice deep pink where the Vevaphon left his marks. She was fully submerged in her body's sensations.

"Ohhh, god, Chase...." she moaned at one point, having raised her head and pulled her mouth off him long enough to do so. The cheeks on her face were blushing nearly as deeply as those of her backside and her eyes were closed.

She used leverage from her elbows and knees to arch her back again, parting her legs a little, rising her ass higher and trying to press back against him as much as he was pressing into her. Her breathing was quickly changing, becoming faster and more ragged. "Feels...so good..."

The Vev moaned similarly, seeming to echo her need. Tendrils slid around her waist, gripping the swell of her hips, sliding up to cup and pinch her nipples. He held onto her tightly as he tasted everything, exploring her within and without.

Excitement had built in the Vev to match hers and he shifted suddenly with force, withdrawing, sliding beneath, behind, then on top of the blonde woman again. For a moment he'd flopped his weight along her back and she squeaked in surprise just before blunt rods—more than one—nudged between her thighs.

"Oh! Oh, yes."

Her hips moved against him to press her ass backward but instead if penetrating her then, Chase shifted her forward, lifting and placing her upper body against the arm of the couch as she made a little yeep of bewilderment. Nipping her shoulder he tasted her neck and finally entered her from behind, double-penetrating her in one smooth motion.

Cerise's mouth dropped open and she gasped in shock, "Oh fucking god...!"

"No...jus-just me..." he said, managing a quip even now. "Wow. You're hot."

She felt him spread her like he had before, just enough to be comfortable and arousing in each orifice and two different sizes. She felt ripples passing along her pelvic muscles, excited, heightened, on edge, as he applied pressure to her G-spot. If he started moving at all, she'd probably cum almost instantly. But he wasn't moving for some reason.

A low purr escaped him and he managed to massage her backside and thighs softly at the same time he remained lodged inside her. Otherwise Chase stayed immobile, thrumming loudly in the air around her, pulsing inside her in time with her heartbeat. Cerise mewled, held quite helpless by the pleasure he created. During his next moment of stillness, she heard a moan come from herself that indicated her crumbling control; her will to wait and enjoy was almost gone.

"I...want...you, Cerise," he hissed intensely, yet he still didn't move inside her. "I want to fuck you hard."

His voice (still not human but close enough) had a tangible effect on her that certainly had been intentional. Heat flashed in her gut and she bucked backward at him once, reflexively. He'd helped her climb so slowly and sensually up to this point and now she was on the razor's edge of orgasm, aching for climax.

"Please," she begged softly, her hips moving according to their own need, "fuck me...please, fuck me hard."

He groaned and began thrusting for her, each appendage angled for the deepest penetration he could manage without lengthening himself further. He gripped her in amplexus, yet secondary hands formed against her own on the side of the couch as his "teeth" nipped the back of her neck again. She grasped the extremities he offered, squeezing them hard as her mouth opened and she chirped excited cries with each thrust. She was climbing at break-neck speed.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Cerise cried, climaxing quick and sharp, and she continued twitching and tensing, her muscles flexing under his thrusts until she came again seconds after the first, harder this time and with more satisfaction.

"My clit...touch it!" she gasped next as she gripped the arm of the couch and moved to fuck back against the sibling phalluses penetrating her.

His grip intensified as he pressed on her clitoris, becoming harder in the right areas and changing the oscillation into a quick pulse.

"Oh...god...yeah!" she growled through clenched teeth and managed one more peak, not quite as sharp as the first two but well worth the effort. She groaned, low and drawn out, as she finally started to glide down fully this time.

The Vev vibrated and the low hum of pleasure rose up to the point that it passed her hearing range, though the small dog next door started yapping and howling loudly. Her reactions had pushed him to his limits and he was beginning to tremble.

Chase screeched as the resonance hit him in several rolling waves after her own were nearly finished. Chase's "orgasm" took nearly a full minute, coming in peaks like a person's but in a much longer cycle. He thrashed near the end, slamming her into the side of the couch with his enthusiasm and holding still before slamming her again.

Cerise grunted and heaved as she tensed her arms propped against the couch, providing the steady platform needed to take such hard thrusts. She was lifted up once or twice as he bucked, and when he finally stopped there was no doubt in her mind she would be very sore later. At its end, he collapsed onto her in a quivering mass.

Cerise huffed for breath with her cheek against the arm of the couch, her pussy and anus still trembling in little 'aftershocks' around the morphing flesh spearing her. She basked in the afterglow, not really wanting to move, and maybe not sure she could if she tried.

"You okay?" she panted.

A face and neck formed next to hers from the gel and he kissed her cheek with a tenderness that surprised her.

"'Okay' would be a step down," he said.

Still glowing, she smiled with genuine affection and appreciation. It could be that he was just following his programming, or it could be something he'd learned by doing. Either way, the kiss and compliment still made her feel absolutely fucking great.

She chuckled. "You're not the only one, then."

"You know your body well," he said. His entire mass still vibrated as he talked, giving it a weird stereo effect and making her sensitive skin tingle. "Better than some others I've met. You're a rare human."




Chasing Cerise Ch. 02



She smiled tiredly, deciding just to take that one at face value. "Thanks, Chase."

He softened and flowed back out of her then, and she sucked in air at the sudden tenderness in her ass and the swelling in her pussy. Yeah, that hurt.

Chase reformed as a tired-looking human male next to her. His skin rippled in excited circles, his version of gasping she guessed.

"I'm sorry that I injured you," he said. "The multiple somatic rushes you had...you triggered an escalated reaction in me. If I had muscles, I'd be aching tomorrow."

She herself was much sorer than she'd intended to get, but she knew she'd be okay. Nonetheless, she made sure to sit on her hip rather than square on her butt.

"It's okay. Afterglow's still there." She leaned to kiss him back. Now he tasted less like chocolate and more like cinnamon. With a surreptitious rub to her backside, she added, "That was a hell of a reaction."

He smiled and trembled more, part exhaustion and part distress for having burned so much energy in a few minutes.

"I think I ruptured a membrane," he said almost proudly then raised a hand so she could see.

Less than an inch long, it oozed a clear, thick liquid from solid mass, as if someone had squeezed gel lube into an incision made in a soft candle. There was no guarantee that the tear had been on his "hand" when it happened, though.

"Oo, ouch," she said, though she studied the open tear with more curiosity than real empathy. Sadly that was probably because it wasn't red. "Does it hurt?"

"I can tell I have damage, so that might count," he replied. "It'll heal in a few minutes."

He shuffled and stretched to reach for his satchel that was at the foot of the couch. Cerise watched him consume his remaining bottle of electrolytes in addition to more of his paste. It didn't rejuvenate him as much as the first bout had but he did look better.

"I'm glad you were willing to trust me," he said. "Even knowing what my capabilities are, you were willing. I haven't had an experience like this in a long time."

Cerise blushed with a kind of modest pride. "I'm glad. Really, Chase. Thanks for doing it the way you did. You were right, you are a tremendous amount of fun. I'm glad you flirted with me and that I could call you tonight."

Chase smiled. "I do hope you call me again. I would enjoy it. I'm also discreet and won't tell anyone about this."

She looked surprised, her eyebrows lifting gently. "Uh...you wouldn't?"

The Vevaphon shook his head. "No. Despite being an artificial lifeform, I do know indiscriminately bragging to others about it would do you harm." He leaned back and offered to let her lean against him.

She smiled, looking down briefly before accepting the post-sex cuddle. "Well, I had already decided I was willing to risk that when I called you. But...yeah, I'm glad you understand it could make things awkward between me and several people you work with. Lynn knows me well enough to figure I'd try your number sometime, but she'd shrug and just wouldn't want to hear any details. As long as I had fun, it's good." She grinned. "And I did have fun."

He tilted his head as he listened to her talk. One of his "hands" was still resting on her diaphragm and she realized he was feeling her voice as much as listening to it.

"And there's also Thom Jagger," he added with an impish look. "I do not want to give my Lead a reason to make my life rougher."

Cerise laughed out loud at that one. "Yeah...I can see how he certainly could."

"I wish he were open to experimentation," he mused. "I would love to have both of you at the same time. Maybe Lynn, too! Wouldn't that be a party! Oh look, I have an erection!"

He snickered as a twenty-inch appendage rose up, and at Cerise's nearly bugging eyes and slack jaw, he retracted the joke with an out-and-out laugh.

Recovering with a huff, Cerise tut-tutted. "Now just look at all that wasted real estate." Then she looked at him, curious. "So...you like Thom's taste, then? Could you describe why?"

The Vevaphon thought about it, trying to translate taste into words. "He tastes strong,,. musky... male, like you are female. I like that about him. I'd imagine he's passionate in bed."

That stirred certain recent memories. She felt a bit of heat in her face and she nodded. "Ah. Okay."

The Vevaphon settled in with a larger grin, watching her intently. "So, details?" he asked. "Anything you want to share?"

Cerise snapped her head up to look at him. "Mm, what, about the Inspector?"

He grinned maniacally and nodded way too eagerly.

"Come on, he'd be mortified if he heard I blabbed!" she protested. "What was that part you were saying a moment ago about being discreet?"

"Oh yes. Nuts," he replied, looking like he'd slump down into a pout if he had a spine capable of poor posture. "Just testing."

She smiled indulgently. "I could suggest maybe trusting your own senses instead."

The Vev was clever enough to get the hint and he brightened, seeming to relax back with a pleased grin on his face. "Mmmm, so the taste doesn't lie," he purred.

"Good to be able to trust what your senses tell you, I suppose." She smirked, recalling how her own senses were fooled in the hallway. "You're a pretty disturbing mimic, by the way."

Chase snickered, following her train of thought and going a step further. "Yes, I can probably mimic you in the throes of orgasm now, perhaps as a way to distract a perp."

Her eyes grew bigger at that one.

"But won't," he added quickly. "Specifically because it could distract my Lead far too much to be a good idea."

"Thank goodness!"

"Although it would be funny."

For the second time in a minute, Cerise felt her face blush hot. "Yeah. Your mimicking his voice in the hallway earlier really threw me for a loop."

"I love doing that. It's so effective at throwing prey off, especially if we've done surveillance and have previous voice samples." Chase shifted and looked very proud of himself. "I'm learning to synthesize voices too, to take what I've heard and reassemble them as needed rather than just repeat exactly."

Her brows rose. "Really? That sounds complicated."

He shook his head. "No, I think it would be like singing if I had vocal chords." He looked away and focused for a moment. "Oh, how I liked fucking you," he said in Cerise's own voice, but a bit rough on some of the pronunciation.

She blinked in surprise then laughed.

Chase shrugged. "In time I'll get it," he said in his "default" voice.

"Wow, not bad! I see what you mean...I never actually said that. But thanks. And I liked fucking you, too."

Chase looked nearly evil just before he tried something a bit more provocative.

"Oh...Cerise!" he said in Lynn's voice. "Harder!"

"Oh Lynn, jeez fuck! Yes!!" he said in Cerise's voice.

Cerise's face went bright red and she put a hand to her forehead. "Oh, hell. Wow, I think I'm too auditory for my own good..."

"No, no, I love vocal partners," he said. "If you were being quiet, I'd just have to try harder!"

Cerise chuckled, still red-faced. "No...I mean I also responded physically to those sounds. Sheesh."

He gave her a wicked grin. "I know, I could taste it. It's a nice, hot cycle."

"Interesting way to put it."

Interesting, too, that portions of his torso were "kissing" her back and spine, tasting her even as they cuddled.

"Um...have you ever heard Lynn make such sounds somehow or did you synthesize them as a good guess?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Hell, no, I've never heard them. The closest I've heard is when she's laughing or has just had a good piece of chocolate. I extrapolated from there and, yes, she'd kill me if she knew I could do that."

Cerise enjoyed a good, hearty laugh. "Ah-ha! Blackmail! If I turned red hearing that sound come from you, she'd turn vermillion! Nice extrapolation, though...I would have no idea what she actually sounds like, but a chocolate-hum-laugh combination is as a better guess than most."

Chase tilted his head. "I've scented you around her," he said. "Definitely some attraction coming from you so I guess she's your type?"

Cerise gave him a wry smile. "Well...yes and no. Looks and scent? Yeah. Frame of mind? No. Too exclusive for me, even if we didn't work together. Would be awkward."

He shook his head. "Too bad she's not bi and open minded -- the fun we could have!"

The Vev sure was happy-go-lucky in his afterglow.

"Maybe you could break her?" he teased.

Cerise looked a bit confused. "Break her? What, of the exclusive cling, or..."

He shook his head. "No, out of her limitations," he said. "You know, 'take her,' encourage her to bat for the other team."

"Oh! Break her out." She pursed her lips a bit. "Sure, I'd like to...seduce her if she wanted it. But...she wouldn't want it." She shrugged helplessly.

The Vev snorted, a low echoing chup sound. "Never mind, it was a dumb idea anyway," he said. "She only plays for one team and then not very often from what I hear. Nah, bad idea. You don't want to get mind-fucked like the last guy who messed with her."

Mind-fucked?

"And that's before the Inspector and I got ahold of him," he added, his grin just a bit too wide for his face.

"Well, that's just plain fucked, isn't it?"

Chase shrugged attempting nonchalance. "Oh, it wasn't that bad. Jagger only hit him once."

To illustrate, Chase's head flattened and bulged so that the face contoured backwards and was sticking from the back of the head.

Cerise laughed loud at the flexing, off-the-wall face. "God! You're silly putty!"

Still chortling in a very odd, rustling sound, his head soon returned to normal as she caught her breath. "But...uh, Chase, what did you mean before? What happened to the last guy?"

Chase was still smiling. "She really nailed that fuck Reiner good, but then, he had it coming. It occurs to me that I'd like to torture him but she took care of that. He's probably still having childhood nightmares run through his head after messing with her."

Childhood nightmares? When Lynn had told her about it, she said she'd just struck Reiner really hard. Her friend worked out for a couple hours each day, so Cerise believed her.

The Vev chuckled low and satisfied. "I really like Section V people," he said. "They're even weirder than I am."

Cerise tried hard not to tense up, to keep her breathing normal, but Chase picked up the flush response and other signs and focused on her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, some of his humor draining off.

"Just been a few years since I heard of Section V," she replied honestly, since apparently he was a lie-detector as well if he was touching the person.

Chase nodded. "Most people never hear about them. Where did you?"

"Doing research on a killer in the Skin Trade," she said, also honestly. "One of the killer's victims was Section V." She kept the same normal, conversational tone, waiting to see if he would block her from going this direction.

He didn't.

He nodded, saying, "They do a lot of the intense investigations, normally where weird shit is involved. I wish I could get your records on the undercover work. There aren't that many, or at least not that I know about. I only know of a couple."

"Hm. So why are they weirder than you?"

Chase's torso and legs had flowed into a more comfortable position, equating to a slowly oscillating pad that had formed against her hip and back. She could feel every word he spoke.

"First of all, they're organic," he said. "Second..." His expression changed suddenly. "You don't know any of this, do you?"

Cerise shook her head. "Just the existence."

He made a silent "Oops" with his mouth.

Uh-oh. Cerise felt embarrassment first. Old habits died so hard...it came naturally and how often had she gently pulled information during the afterglow with her seductee for the benefit of the Company?

"I better stop now. I think I just gave you info above your SCL -- I thought Lynn would have told you," he said.

Cerise didn't protest, swallowing. "Okay. Sorry. You said that like I should know, and I thought...but never mind. I don't know anything about it. I really don't."

Chase nodded. "That's good, I'm glad. I don't want to get you killed with a slip of tongues."

"Much obliged," she said with a small smile, now feeling a little nervous.

He reluctantly extracted himself and located the bathroom. "Excuse me. I need to discard some waste byproducts," he said as he went. "Be right back."

That was a unique way to say he needed to take a piss. Maybe not quite what he was doing in her bathroom, but that's pretty much the equivalent.

"Well, hurry up, I gotta go, too," she said after him, but didn't sound urgent about it.

She heard him running her shower for a brief time and the toilet never flushed. When he returned, he'd replaced the hair on the top of his bald "human" head and his body had taken the shape of clothing again. She stood up off the couch, still naked.

"Duty calls," he said. "I'm due back at Division in about..." He checked a watch he pulled from his satchel. "Oh...ten minutes. Oops."

She covered her smile with her hand. "Yeah. Whoops."

Chase shrugged. "The Duty Officer is going to kick my ass, good thing I don't have one!" He snickered. "I'll say I got lost. Seriously though, I'm sorry I have to run but you probably wouldn't want to cuddle with me all night anyway. It can be unnerving because I don't generate much body heat on my own."

She smiled, not offended. "Well...normally I've heard 'I've got an early meeting tomorrow' but this is a refreshing change."

"Don't get me wrong, I would like to stay but...I've got three demerits this week already and this one is going to really put me in the doghouse. Jagger's been on a tear lately and...I hope he spanks me!"

Cerise covered her eyes. "Oh, now that's a mental image..."

Chuckling, Chase stepped close to her and folded his arms around her waist. "I had a mind-blowing time," he said and kissed her with cool but pliant lips.

She would've said "Me, too," but was too busy kissing back. "Thanks for coming over."

"Any time," he said as he picked up his satchel. "No rest for the wicked."

She moved to get the door for him. "Take care, Chase."

"You, too," and winked as he went.

Throwing the deadbolt on the door, Cerise went to the bathroom to clean up, take a pain killer, then gather up and toss her ruined clothing. After dressing in fresh bedclothes, she decided to lay down on the couch with a blanket and watch a movie so it wouldn't be quite so quiet. She was also contemplating her soreness, both wincing and basking a little in satisfaction and pride.

Discreet and playful without strings. She'd definitely call him again sometime.

She made it only fifteen minutes watching the TV before she started drifting off to sleep and quickly muted the set, heading to her bedroom. She locked her door behind her and checked her one outside window to make sure it was locked, too, then simply crawled into bed with her Oyster on her bedside table and her pistol beneath her pillow.

Thirty-five minutes after Chase left, the Oyster rang next to her bed. The number glowed the name "Lynn" in the dark. Cerise answered immediately.

"We need to talk," Lynn said. Her voice was serious, business-like and she eschewed any greeting whatsoever.

Cerise blinked in the dark room and paused for a half-second but answered quietly and with no attitude, "I'm listening."

"Chase mentioned something he shouldn't have and I need for you to keep it to yourself, completely to yourself, okay?" she asked. "Please?"

Cerise tensed but not in protest. Just knowing she'd made a mistake. "Yes, of course, Lynn."

"What he told you about me is classified. At some point, maybe I'll be able to explain but not even Thom knows some of what the Vev probably told you."

"Oh..." she said in a small voice, feeling a hot fist close over her stomach. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I still don't know anything."

"That's good, that's really good," the readhead said tensely, shifting.

Cerise heard the sound of something moving outside her bedroom door.

"Tell me you understand and say aloud that you will not repeat it," Lynn ordered.

Cerise bolted up straight and gasped, failing to fully grasp what Lynn had said as she fumbled for her pistol. Had her stalker gotten inside...?

Something moved closer to her door and the knob began to jiggle. Whoever was there just realized it was locked.

"Cerise, do it now!" Lynn barked.

Cerise flinched at the fierceness of Lynn's tone and it struck like a bolt of lightning then that it wasn't a stalker but far more likely a Dark Finder outside her door. Her blood turned to ice.

"I understand!" she blurted in a rush. "I will not repeat anything Agent Chase may have said regarding you, Agent Nero!"

The sounds outside the door paused.

Cerise sat with her phone, tense and trembling, realizing she dared not even go for her gun. It would only make it worse.

Ten tense seconds later, she could hear the very faint rasp of a hands-off mike being used. Boots moved across her carpet and she heard the outer door to the apartment close and lock again.

Cerise let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Oh god... She swallowed, blinked back some tears and Lynn could probably hear her rough breathing.

"Thanks," Lynn said. "And good night."

She disconnected.

Cerise sniffled a little at the empty air on the other end, feeling a new weight in her chest. The fear was receding slowly but she still felt bad. She hoped that she hadn't fucked anything up with her relationship with Lynn, broken any trust. So the woman was more than Cerise thought she was, and yes, Lynn couldn't tell her. What else was new?

She didn't really know how anything was different than before yesterday anyway. Lynn could not tell Cerise a lot about herself, really, and she herself couldn't expect it. Cerise was always curious to get to know a person but how much was sometimes on the other person's "can" or "can't" do list that had nothing to with personal desire. That's how it worked in SLA Industries.

She had made a gaff in being too curious about Lynn with Chase. Now she knew better and was still breathing for tonight.

* I hope she isn't angry with me.*

She'd have to be more careful nudging Stormers for information in the future. Especially Cloak Vevaphons designed to please.