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The Missing Flesh

By: Spacefender



The Missing Flesh

How Things Must Be

"Hey, Fuckshit, come over here for a bit. I need your micro-assembly skills."

That was my boss. Of course, at the time she wasn't my boss so much as owner. Except she wasn't exactly my owner, either. Perhaps it was closer to say I was her apprentice. Except for the fact that she wasn't teaching me a trade. You could say that we had a complicated relationship. Except we didn't.

Actually, it's really quite simple. I was her minion. Her henchwoman, or henchgirl, to be accurate. She didn't own me but she didn't pay me either. Oh sure, I could have left anytime I like but there was nowhere for me to go. Besides, without her resources there is no way I could have maintained all my cybernetic enhancements. Cyborgs don't last long without proper maintenance. So I was stuck in my situation with the woman who was my putative employer but who in truth was much more like an owner.

"Fuckshit! I said I need your help! Get your ass over here!" My boss again. Since my name is Maralee and not Fuckshit I continued to ignore her.

I was busy doing self-maintenance. Virtually all cybernetic enhancements require regular maintenance but none more than cybernetic hands. In my case my hands double as weapon systems. In fact, I have several pairs of such hands. All of them designed by my boss who just happens to be one of the galaxy's leading scientific minds. She's also something of a loon although I'd never say that to her.

Still bent over my work I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, Fuckshit. What's wrong with you? How many times do I have to ask you to give me a hand?"

I looked up to see my boss glaring back down at me, her face the very picture of severe displeasure. She happens to be both a very beautiful and striking woman. She's also very imposing and easily towers over me. Although, it's easy to tower over me as I'm fairly short and skinny (although my girlfriend insists that I'm not actually skinny, just slender). She's also black. Well, more like a rich chocolaty brown to be more accurate. With long dark hair that cascades over her shoulders in loose ringlets.

But her most striking feature is her eyes. She has this way?of staring right through a person. As if you were nothing more than an insignificant wisp of vapor from someone's cup of coffee. Or worse, an insignificant insect which she would be crushing under her heel soon enough. The effect is only amplified by the steel-rimmed glasses she wears. I'm not convinced she actually needs glasses and my theory is that she wears them only for the psychological effect they have on others.

She was staring at me, waiting for answer. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't realize you were talking to me."

"You didn't realize I was talking to you?" she said, her voice like solid ice. "I called your name twice!"

I shook my head. "No, you said, 'Fuckshit'. My name isn't Fuckshit."

"What? No, I did not call you 'Fuckshit'!" she replied. "I clearly called your name which is Fuckshit!"

"See, you just called me Fuckshit again!" I said.

"No I did not call you 'Fuckshit', Fuckshit!" At this point her eyes were bulging and bits of spittle flew from her lips. I couldn't help but shrink back from her. "I can't believe you think I'd call you 'Fuckshit', Fuckshit! I'm pretty sure I know what your name is, Fuckshit!"

At that point she was trembling in fury and I was shaking in fear. "Yes, Doctor," I replied. I wasn't sure what was going on but I knew that I didn't want to anger the Doctor any further than I already had. "I apologize. I wasn't paying attention. I was busy changing out the plasma connectors in my hand units."

"You can come back to that later," she said. "Right now I need your help on a new prototype I'm working on."

Not trusting myself to talk I merely nodded, stood up from my workbench and followed her to the bench on the other side of the spacious but cluttered workshop where she was working on what was clearly a cybernetic hand. An unfinished hand still lacking the skin-like covering that all my cybernetic hands had.

"I need you to line up the emitter plate with the flash chamber," she said. "I just don't have the fine motor control you have when you're using your manipulators."

I suppose I should mention that I didn't actually have hands at that point. Or I should say I wasn't wearing my hands. Or using them if that sounds better. Instead, what I had were a pair of?multipurpose tool sets that I use when I do maintenance on my cyborg components. Or when I'm helping the Doctor build whatever device she happens to be working on at the time.

I bent over the cybernetic hand on the Doctor's workbench and zoomed in on the components she had mentioned. Beyond the cybernetic limbs the Doctor had seen fit to augment both my ability to see and my ability to hear. I'm one of the few people who have eyes and ears that come with updateable operating systems. Sometimes to my detriment.

I immediately saw her problem, there was no way for her to fit her fingers into the tiny space between the plate and the flash chamber. Fortunately, my manipulators were designed for exactly that sort of work. From my left hand tool set I extended a pair of thin finger-like manipulators and inserted then into the tiny crevice and grasped the flash chamber. It took me a few seconds to align the chamber with the emitter plate. Using my right hand tool set I extended an even thinner wire and tacked the flash chamber into place.

I withdrew my manipulators and stood up, backing away from the bench. "All done. Is there anything else you need me to do, Doctor?"

"Nope, that's all I needed," she said. "Good work, Fuckshit." She looked me over carefully as if appraising me. "Are you feeling okay? Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all," I said. I certainly wasn't going to bring up the fact that she had been calling me 'Fuckshit'. Not after her earlier reaction.

"You know you can tell me if there's something bothering you," she said. "You seem a little...I don't know...off I guess. If you're worried about that little scene earlier, don't be. I'm not angry or anything."

It hit me, she was put off by my overly polite use of her title. "No, everything is fine, Doctor Eliza." I gave her my best smile. "Really, I'm doing just great."

She smiled back at me and put a hand on my shoulder. "That's my girl," she said as she gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Why don't you finish up with what you're working on now and then call it a day? When you're done check with Zaxie to see if she needs any help with dinner tonight. I think she mentioned needing some stuff from the grocer's so you might need to make a quick trip into town."

I nodded, grinning like a fool. A trip to the grocer's might not seem like a big deal, but to me it was always the highlight of any day in which it happened. I didn't get out much.

***

I poked my head into the kitchen. "Hey, Miss Zaxie, are you here? Doctor Eliza told me I should check with you about tonight's supper."

Zaxie popped up from behind the large island in the middle of the spacious kitchen. When I say spacious I mean spacious, the kitchen is big enough to feed fifty people at a time. Doctor Eliza doesn't do anything by halves. In addition to the island the kitchen has a wrap-around slate counter and a overhead rack suspended from the ceiling. The rack is home to enough kitchen utensils that Zaxie could cook every meal for a week straight without using same utensil twice. "Ah, Fuckshit, there you are. Eliza said you'd be finished with your work soon." She fumbled around in her apron before pulling out a folded piece of paper. "I made a list of what we need from the grocer. I need you back in about ninety minutes so you can take your time as long as you're back by then. You can stop by your favorite bakery if you like." She winked at me as she handed me the shopping list.

For a moment I mulled over her use of the word 'fuckshit' as my name. I really didn't know what to think of it. Perhaps it was some sort of slang? Or a joke? I thought about mentioning it to her but given the Doctor's reaction I decided that it was best just to ignore it. Although it was somewhat disconcerting to hear Zaxie use profanity. It was very unlike her.

I shrugged, left the kitchen and cut through the living room to the back door. From the back door it is a short walk across the yard to the shed that sits on the edge of Doctor Eliza's property.

One of the first things I did once I had full use of my cybernetic prosthetics was to refurbish the shed. The Doctor didn't see the point of worrying about the shed but in the end she let me do as I wished. It had been an ugly weather beaten wreck and in an eager attempt to be useful around the house I re-shingled the roof and painted the shed yellow with white for the trim. Once it was finished Doctor Eliza told me it looked like a giant banana cream pie. I prefer to think she was being complimentary but when I offered to paint the house she insisted on choosing the paint.

Inside the shed, along with all the tools I use for yard maintenance, is where I keep my bicycle. A low tech mode of transportation but one I enjoy. From the house the grocer's is about fifteen minutes by bicycle even though we live on the edge of Mayweather and the grocer's is towards the center of town. From that you might get the idea that Mayweather is a small town. Of course, with a name like Mayweather you wouldn't exactly expect a bustling metropolis.

In the shed I took down my bicycle from where it hung on the wall and set it down on the floor of the shed before wheeling it out the open door. The bicycle was old but in good condition. It was mine and I took care to keep it in good working order. The chain was always oiled, the tires changed whenever they showed signs of wear and the brake pads changed every year. I didn't own much but what I did I made sure to take care of. I can't say that it was a good looking bicycle what with the granny basket in front along with being painted with a floral pattern that had faded years ago but it did the job of getting me into Mayweather and back.

I hopped on the bicycle and rode down the driveway to the road and turned left towards the town center. Turn right and you're headed out even deeper into the countryside with kilometers of woods broken up by a few farms.

I rode past the house of our nearest neighbor. I waved to Ms. Landers who was out in the front yard taking down laundry off of the clothes line. She waved back. "Good day to you, Fuckshit! Off to the grocer's are you?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I yelled back as I rode around the curve in the road and she disappeared from sight. "See you!"

After that I passed by the town's only church building. Sometimes I would see someone cutting grass but that day the church grounds were empty. As I passed the church building I spotted Doctor Eliza's daughter walking home from school. As I drew closer to her I slowed the bicycle and finally came to a stop a few scant meters in front of her.

Doctor Eliza's daughter is perhaps even more beautiful than her mother if less imposing. She doesn't have her mother's height but she still tops me by several centimeters. She also doesn't have the Doctor's charismatic presence and she probably won't end up being as brilliant as the Doctor either. That being said she is still exceedingly smart and exceedingly beautiful and when it comes to sheer physical attractiveness she nearly rivals Zaxie.

"Hey, Fuckshit," she said with an easy grin as she closed within conversational distance with me.

"Hello, Miss Trina," I said. "How was your day at school?"

"Oh, same as it ever is, Fuckshit," she said. "You remember how it was, right, Fuckshit?"

I bit my tongue for a moment. I never went to what one would call a traditional school. My upbringing lacked the type of luxuries that most people would take for granted. Trina knew this full well. "Sure, of course," I finally said, forcing a bright smile.

"So, off to pick up some groceries, Fuckshit?" she asked, returning my smile. In fact, she was smiling so much that it looked as if she also was forcing her smile.

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"So, what's Zaxie cooking tonight, Fuckshit?"

"I have to admit, I don't know, Miss Trina," I said. "Miss Zaxie gave me a shopping list but she didn't tell me what she was planning on making."

"Ah, I see," Trina said. "So, planning on stopping by your favorite bakery, Fuckshit?"

"If time allows," I replied, breaking eye contact with her.

?"Oh, I'm sure time will allow, Fuckshit," she said. "Zaxie always makes sure you have enough time for your little meetings with Mayweather's favorite little Asian baker. I don't know what it is about her that interests you so much. She's cute and all but she's not nearly as hot as I am. Plus, I'm sure her cock is tiny." She laughed, a crude and vulgar sound.

"It's bigger than yours," I said. The look of utter shock on her face was priceless. I was shocked as well but I didn't let it show. If there was one thing I knew how to do it was keeping my face from reflecting my emotions. My own peculiar disabilities and life in the Doctor's household had taught me to be a master of hiding my feelings.

Finally, Trina recovered from her shock. "What the hell?"

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying went. My punishment was going to be the same no matter what I did so there was no harm in elaborating. "You surmised that Robin's penis is small. You are incorrect, thus I am correcting you. Her penis is both significantly longer and substantially thicker than yours. It's also better formed and more pleasing to the eye. Although, I have to admit that is a matter of personal taste and entirely subjective. It's very likely that some people will prefer your shorter, thinner penis."

At that point, Trina seemed beyond words. She just stared at me for several long moments, her ability to speak seemingly taken from her. Glowering at me she finally regained her faculty of speech. "I will see you later, Fuckshit! You better really enjoy yourself at the bakery because you won't enjoy what's in store for you!"

***

As I said, Mayweather is a small town. One bank, one church, one cinema with only three screens and one grocer. It was exactly the sort of town where everyone knows everyone else. And everyone knows who I am. Although to be honest they probably would have known anyhow, Doctor Eliza is pretty famous, well, everywhere. Easily Mayweather's most famous citizen.

So, of course, everyone at the grocer's recognized me. And being the friendly sort of folk they are, quite a few stopped to talk to me. Or at the very least, greet me.

"Hey there, Fuckshit, Zaxie has you running errands today, I see," said Ms. Kemp as I pulled six two-liter jugs of low-fat milk from the cooler. Ms. Kemp, a short roundish woman, owns Mayweather's only?laundromat and dry cleaning service. Sometimes I take the Doctor's business suits to her dry cleaners when the Doctor has an important business meeting to attend or when we have to perform demonstrations for important clients.

"That's right Ma'am," I said. "You know how it is, always running out of something you need." I gave her an apologetic smile and backed away. I didn't want to get caught up in long conversations about mundane life. After my conversation with Trina I wanted more than anything to visit the bakery and see Robin. What I didn't want was to spend what little precious free time I had talking to Ms. Kemp about the weather.

"Zaxie got you shopping again, eh, Miss Fuckshit?" said Farmer Fletcher from behind me as I selected a package of chuck roast. Farmer Fletcher owns and operates a dairy farm up-valley with her three teen-age daughters. She looks like a typical farmer with her faded blue overalls, heavy work boots and an easy smile. Years of working out in the sun has tanned and aged her face but she's still attractive for all that.

"Yes Ma'am," I said and held up one of the two-liter jugs of milk. "Just out buying more of your farm's delicious milk. Zaxie drinks two of these every day. She's probably your best customer."

"In that case you tell her thanks for me," she said. "Well, I'd love to stay and talk but I've got three teen-age girls eating me out of house and home. So here I am out running errands. Guess me and you are just a couple of gophers today, ain't that right?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I don't mind it. It's nice to come into town."

Farmer Fletcher chuckled at that. "I'll bet it is. You tell that little baker of yours I said hi when you see her."

Fortunately for me I was able to finish my shopping without any more interruptions. I paid for the groceries and left as quickly as I could. Outside, I piled groceries in the bicycle's granny basket. From there it was a short ride to A Little Slice of Heaven bakery. I parked my bicycle behind the bakery next to the overhead service door as I usually do and pulled the bags of groceries out of the granny basket.

The overhead door was unlocked, I lifted it up and entered the storage room before pulling the door back down. I navigated my way past all the shelving, crates and bins before exiting the room and entering the bakery proper. Robin's mother was busy putting bread into the oven to bake. Besides her there were two other employees working.

"Hello, Ms. Park, is Robin...?"

Ms. Park turned from the oven and hung her baker's peel on a rack set into the wall near the oven. "Why, hello there, Fuckshit," she said. "I didn't hear you come in. And to answer your question, Robin is out front at the register. She'll be delighted to see you, I'm sure."

I held up the bags of groceries. "Uh, I had to go shopping."

She took the bags from me. "I'll just put these in the cooler while you're here. Now go scamper up front. Don't worry, we'll stay back here while you visit. Too busy working to bother you girls anyway."

I scampered. As Ms. Park had said, Robin was behind the register. Better yet, there weren't any customers.

Typical of almost every neighborhood bakery in the universe A Little Slice of Heaven is fronted by large picture windows. The picture window to the right of front entrance features the bakery logo which happens to be a cute little cartoon caricature of Robin in her bakery uniform holding up a slice of pie. Along both windows are display racks for baked goods that don't require refrigeration and are typically filled with boxes of cookies, doughnuts and buns as well as fresh baked loaves of bread. Next to the racks are several small tables that look more like an afterthought than a deliberate arrangement.

In line with the register are the refrigerated glass display cases where assorted pies, cakes and puddings are kept. The display cases are tall enough that they nearly come up to my shoulders. While the front of the cases are glass to allow customers to view the cakes and pies the sliding doors on the back sides of the cases are mirrored. A fact that I had used to my advantage more than once.

I silently slipped up behind Robin and put my hands over her eyes. "Guess who."

Robin didn't need to guess. "Hey, Fuckshit! I was wondering when I'd see you again. It's been awhile. They need to let you out more often."

"You should tell that to Doctor Eliza," I said as I dropped my hands from in front of her eyes and stepped away from her. The lie came so easily at that point that I only felt the slightest twinge of guilt.

"Maybe I will one of these days," she said, turning around to face me. Despite being several centimeters taller than I am she looks like a cute pixie. She wears her hair spiky short and her eyes have small folds over the inside corners, making them look slightly slanted. She also has a beautifully smooth complexion of coffee ice cream. I readily admit to bias but even so, I don't think I'm wrong to say that Robin is easily the most beautiful girl I have ever met. "So how's life up in the big house been treating you?"


The Missing Flesh Ch. 02



"So, are you going to put your penis in my anus now?" I asked Robin. Her member was still hanging limp between her legs. However, I knew she had a pretty quick recovery time. I can't say I was really looking forward to taking her penis into my bottom but I wasn't about to deny her. A little pain was a small price to pay for making her happy. Besides, I was confident that she would be as gentle as possible. Perhaps in time I would even come to enjoy anal sex.

She shook her head. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a rain check on that."

That got my attention. Robin turning down sex? I was used to her half-hearted refusals at the bakery but those were all due to her fear of getting caught. And she always eventually gave in because I was only offering her something she very much wanted to have in the first place. But for her to refuse sex in the privacy of her own bedroom? "Are you feeling sick?"

She laughed at that. "What? Just because I said I want a rain check? No, I'm not feeling sick."

I quickly considered other possibilities. One in particular stood out. "Is it that sex with me turned out to be boring and you don't want to have sex with me any more?"

Her reaction was complete shock. "What? Maralee! How can you even ask that? For gods' sakes girl, I'm not planning on dumping you. I'm crazy about you, how can you not know that by now?"

I looked away from her angry glare. "I know. It's just that there's a voice in my head telling me that you're too good for me and eventually you'll realize it."

"I love almost everything about you, Maralee," Robin said, "but I'd like to kick the shit out of that voice in your head. Even more, I'd love to kick the shit out of Trina because I suspect she's the one who put it there."

I shook my head. "No, I can't blame her for the voice. She has hacked me in the past but this time she's innocent. The voice in my head is all me this time. Believe me, I checked it out but this time there was no hacking."

Robin's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I said that this time the voice has nothing to do with Trina-"

"I know that part! What I mean is I'd like you to explain about being hacked by Trina."

"Well, she has hacked me in the past," I explained. "A few weeks ago when I visited you at the bakery after Zaxie sent me grocery shopping. That day she had hacked into my audio filter settings and slipped in a file that replaced my name with the word 'fuckshit'."

"Let me see if I'm following you correctly," Robin said. "Trina hacked you and made it so that whenever someone used your name you heard 'fuckshit' instead. So if I were to say, 'Maralee, please suck my cock,' instead you would have heard, 'Fuckshit, please suck my cock.' Am I hearing you correctly."

I nodded my head. "That's it exactly. Uh, if you want me to suck on your penis I'd be happy to, of course." I couldn't help but glance down to sneak a look at her penis, still limp between her legs.

Robin was furious. I had never seen her look so angry, her hands were clenched into fists at her side although I doubt she was aware of it. It was actually frightening despite knowing Robin would never use violence against me and even if she did she wasn't nearly strong enough to cause any real damage. "Get dressed!" she snapped while she stooped to retrieve her clothes from the floor.

I didn't understand why we should get dressed but I obeyed. "Where are we going?" I asked as I picked up my own clothes from off the floor.

"To see Doctor Eliza," Robin answered. "It's about time I had a talk with the doctor. Today is the last day that Trina will ever do anything to hurt you."

"You're going to tell Doctor Eliza about Trina hacking me?" I said, shaking my head. "No, you can't do that. All it will do is make Trina that much more angry with me and she'll make life for me even worse."

"I will smack that bitch!" she snarled. "Nobody gets away with treating my girlfriend like this!"

"No offense but how are you going to stop her?" I asked as I pulled my jeans on and buttoned them. "As soon as you leave there won't be anything to stop her from doing what she's been doing all along."

"Because when I leave you'll be leaving with me," she said.

"Oh right, I'm staying here tonight," I said, nodding my head, "but there will be the next day and night, and every day and night after that."

"Not at that house there won't be," Robin said. "Not for you."

"How do you mean? " I asked. I admit, I can be slow on the uptake.

"I mean that you won't be living at the Doctor's house any longer," Robin said as she yanked a pair of shorts up her legs and buttoned them. "Yes, before you ask, you'll be living with me from now on."

"But there's no way Doctor Eliza will permit that," I protested, shaking my head.

"What the fuck, Maralee?" Robin snapped. "What part of 'you don't need her fucking permission' don't you get?"

I shrank back from her anger. "I'm sorry, Robin. Please don't be angry with me. I would love to move out of the Doctor's house and live with you but...."

Robin heaved a loud sigh and seemed to deflate, as if the anger was a physical presence leaving her body. "I'm sorry, Maralee. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. It's not you I'm angry at." She put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Do you not understand that you've been the victim of at least two felonies? What Trina did to you were federal crimes. If you were to press charges she could very well do time in federal prison."

I shook my head. Trina going to prison for hacking into my various cybernetic augmentations? The idea itself sounded ridiculous. "There's no way," I said. "No one is going to send Trina to prison for something like that."

"You just don't get it, do you?" she said. "The language is, 'Tampering with a citizen's augmentations or the control systems thereof with intent to cause physical or psychological harm or distress.' Whether Trina is guilty of committing federal crimes isn't up for discussion. Only what your response will be. Mara, just this once, let me protect you. Please."

I nodded. "Yes, okay. And thank you."

Robin stepped away from me and turned to pick up her t-shirt before pulling it over her head. "This is not something to thank me for. What sort of girlfriend would I be if I continued to let this happen to you? I should have done this a long time ago." She bent down, grabbed my shirt from where it had been lying on the floor, and tossed it to me. "Let's get this over with."

***

The ride to the Doctor's house was a quiet one. It only took a few minutes to get there in Robin's car but the silence seemed to stretch out the time. From the passenger seat I watched Robin as she drove. She kept her eyes on the road the entire time except for when we came to the only intersection between her apartment and the Doctor's house and had to stop for the sign.

She looked over at me and smiled. She didn't say anything when I smiled back but she did reach over and put her hand on my leg. I put my hand on hers and we rode like that the rest of the way.

Robin finally pulled her car into the driveway and parked it behind the Doctor's grey sedan. "Just let me do the talking, okay?" she said as we both got out of the car. I nodded and walked around the car while she waited for me before grabbing my hand and leading me to the front door.

I was about to open the door when Robin stopped me. "Just ring the doorbell, please."

Surprised, I looked back at her. "Ring the door bell? But I live here. Who rings the doorbell to their own home?"

Robin shook her head. "No, you don't live here any longer. So you need to ring the doorbell."

I rang the doorbell. After several minutes the door opened to reveal Zaxie who was already dressed for bed. "Maralee, Robin. This is unexpected. I would have thought the two of you would be very busy right now."

"We were," Robin said. "Then I found out something from Mara and suddenly I made sure to get unbusy. So here we are."

"I...see," Zaxie said, though it was clear from her quizzical look that she didn't see at all. "Well, come on in." I followed Robin through the doorway and into the foyer. The first thing I noticed once I was inside was Zaxie's erection tenting her nightshirt. Zaxie followed my stare and blushed when she realized what I was looking at. "Sorry about that, I was with the Doctor when you rang the doorbell. Just give it a bit and it'll go away."

I'm sure I was blushing as well. "I'm sorry for interrupting your time with Doctor Eliza," I said. "We can come back some other time when you're not busy." I turned to leave.

"No we can't," Robin said, grabbing me by the arm and turning me back around. "This needs to be dealt with tonight. Right now."

"My, this does sound serious," Zaxie said. "I'm guessing this will take awhile so why don't we go to the living room? It'll be more comfortable than standing here in the foyer." After taking off our shoes Robin and I followed Zaxie out of the foyer and through the archway into the living room where we sat down on the couch. Zaxie took a chair facing us. "So, why don't you tell me what this is all about."

"When Maralee showed up at my apartment she told me all about how Trina sabotaged Doctor Eliza's demonstration for a couple of corporate types today. What I didn't find out until twenty minutes ago was how Trina directly attacked the control systems of Mara's augmentations."

"You're talking about the 'fuckshit' incident," Zaxie said.

Robin glared at her. "So you already knew about it and did nothing."

I put a hand on Robin's shoulder. "It's not her fault. She wanted to confront the Doctor and Trina about it but I begged her not to. You're angry at the wrong person. If you're upset with anyone it should be me."

Zaxie shook her head. "No, Robin's right. I knew what was going on and did nothing. The fact that you asked me to remain silent was just an excuse I used to look the other way." She rose from her chair. "I can't undo what's been done or not done but I can confront the Doctor about this now. I'll go get her. She needs to hear this."

Robin put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze once Zaxie had left to go fetch the Doctor. "Everything will be fine. So don't be nervous, okay?"

"Sure, okay," I said, despite the sinking feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. I knew that Doctor Eliza wouldn't be happy to have to deal with this. Not at any time but particularly not at night when she had just been getting intimate with Zaxie. I had always admired the Doctor from the moment I met her but I was also intimidated by her. She had made my life possible and I was about to do something that risked upsetting the delicate balance of the household.

Minutes later both Zaxie and Doctor Eliza came downstairs from the room they shared. "So, Zaxie tells me you have something you want to talk to me about. I gather it's about the incident earlier today."

Robin spoke up before I could answer. "If it was only about that I would have waited until tomorrow. "

"I'm curious why this couldn't have waited until tomorrow in any case," the Doctor said. "I hate to be crude but when you interrupted us Zaxie and I were engaged in an activity, the same kind of activity that I'm sure you and Maralee have enjoyed from time to time."

"Because tomorrow I won't be nearly as pissed as I am right now," Robin said. "Do you have any idea what's been going on in this house?"

Doctor Eliza fixed her stare on Robin. Had the same stare been turned on me it would have shriveled me into a crisp. "I live in this house, so generally, yes, I know what goes on in this house. For instance, I know that Maralee has several sketch pads filled with sketches of you that she has drawn over the last couple of years."

If the Doctor had been trying to sidetrack Robin with this revelation it was an utter failure. I was mortified and did my best to shrink down into the couch cushions but Robin was resolute. "Did you also know that Trina has hacked into the operating systems of Mara's augmentations at least once prior to today?"

That set the Doctor back. She tried to hide her surprise but wasn't completely successful. Someone unfamiliar with her might not have noticed but I could see what Robin had said troubled her. "No, I did not know that. Please enlighten me further."

"Several weeks ago Trina hacked into-"

"I was hoping that Maralee would tell me directly," Doctor Eliza said. "She's fully capable of speech so I don't see why she needs you to be her mouthpiece."

"I'm her girlfriend, not her mouthpiece," Robin replied, her voice full of the restrained anger that I was used to hearing when she talked about Doctor Eliza and the Doctor's daughter. "But I did have my mouth on her piece earlier tonight if that's what you're talking about." At that point my face was flaming and I found it impossible to do anything but stare down at the floor. So I jumped when Robin squeezed my hand and said, "Go ahead, tell the Doctor what you told me."

It was by sheer willpower alone that I looked up to meet Doctor Eliza's gaze. "It's true," I said. "My audio filter was hacked several weeks ago. Someone inserted a command which caused me to hear the word 'fuckshit' whenever someone said my name."

"So that's what the fuss was all about that morning," the Doctor said. "I was wondering what had gotten into you. It makes sense now. But what proof do you have that it was Trina?"

Zaxie cleared her throat. "Actually, I was the one who originally suggested that it was Trina. Do you think that Maralee could have been hacked by someone outside of this household?"

"It's very unlikely," Doctor Eliza admitted.

"I didn't hack her," Zaxie continued. "And I'm pretty sure that Maralee didn't hack herself. So that leaves you or Trina. Did you hack Maralee?"

"Of course not," Doctor Eliza said, shaking her head. "But that's hardly proof positive. I don't suppose you have something more solid than mere conjecture do you?"

"Actually, I think Maralee does have something fairly convincing," Zaxie said. "I told her to save all audio and video from that incident." She turned to look at me. "Sweetie, do you have anything that will convince the good doctor?"

I nodded as I remotely turned on the wall-mounted TV and set it to accept wireless video and audio feed. "I think I do as a matter of fact." I found the saved video footage from the date in question and uploaded it to the TV.

The picture on the TV showed me wearing my toolsets while working on my cybernetic hands. Obviously from my point of view.

"Hey, Fuckshit, come over here for a bit. I need your micro assembly skills." The Doctor's voice. I continued doing maintenance on my cybernetic hands, apparently unconcerned by Doctor Eliza's order.

"Fuckshit! I said I need your help! Get your ass over here!" The Doctor's voice again. I still continued to work on the hands.

"Hey, Fuckshit. What's wrong with you? How many times do I have to ask you to give me a hand?" That time her voice sounded much louder. I looked up and the image of her face, twisted in anger, filled the TV screen.

"Whoops, this is a bit before the relevant parts," I said, turning from the TV to shoot an apologetic glace at Doctor Eliza. However, what I saw was Robin glaring daggers at the Doctor who ignored her in favor of staring at the TV. I turned back to the TV and skipped the video ahead to where I had met Trina as she was walking home from school.

On the TV screen Trina was walking towards me, grinning. The sort of smile that a person might have if theyhad heard a particularly funny joke that you weren't in on. "Hey, Fuckshit,"

"Hello, Miss Trina," I said. "How was your day at school?"

"Oh, same as it ever is, Fuckshit," she said. "You remember how it was, right, Fuckshit?"

There was a long moment of silence before I replied. "Sure, of course."

"So, off to pick up some groceries, Fuckshit?" Her smile looked unnatural. Wide, brittle, forced; as if the effort of smiling had caused her great strain.

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"So, what's Zaxie cooking tonight, Fuckshit?"

"I have to admit, I don't know, Miss Trina," I replied. "Miss Zaxie gave me a shopping list but she didn't tell me what she was planning on making."

"Ah, I see," she said. "So, planning on stopping by your favorite bakery, Fuckshit?"

"If time allows," I answered.

"Oh, I'm sure time will allow, Fuckshit. Zaxie always makes sure you have enough time for your little meetings-"

At that point I stopped the video. "That's pretty much all the relevant parts. Looking back on it I understand now why she felt the need to say my name in every sentence."

"It certainly looks bad," Doctor Eliza agreed. "But I don't think it's enough to say for cer-"

Robin cut the Doctor off. "I want to see the rest of it."

Exactly what I didn't want to happen. I twisted around to look at my girlfriend. "Really, there is nothing more of interest to see."

She gave me a hard look. "I know you're hiding something. I want to see it."

Doctor Eliza nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's see the rest of the footage showing this incident."

I shrugged and did as they asked as I turned back to look at the TV.

"-with Mayweather's favorite little Asian baker. I don't know what it is about her that interests you so much. She's cute and all but she's not nearly as hot as I am. Plus, I'm sure her cock is tiny." Trina laughed at her own wit until I cut her off.

"It's bigger than yours," I said.

Watching it again on the TV I had the urge to giggle at the shock on Trina's face. An urge which I had to suppress. I made a mental note not to delete that particular section of video. I realized that it would serve as a source of amusement for years.

"What the hell?" Trina snarled after she had recovered from her shock.

"You surmised that Robin's penis is small. You are incorrect, thus I am correcting you. Her penis is both significantly longer and substantially thicker than yours. It's also better formed and more pleasing to the eye. Although, I have to admit that is a matter of personal taste and entirely subjective. It's entirely likely that some people will prefer your shorter, thinner penis." My tone was reasonable and patient, as if I were explaining something to a petulant child.

The TV showed Trina glaring in fury for several long moments before she regained her power of speech. "I will see you later, Fuckshit! You better really enjoy yourself at the bakery because you won't enjoy what's in store for you!" She then stomped around the bicycle and down the road towards home.

"Well, after today I think we can safely say what was in store for Maralee," Zaxie said.

"So the incident earlier today was actually about Maralee," Doctor Eliza mused. "I had assumed I had done something to anger her. But apparently her true target was Maralee all along."

"So you're willing to admit that it was your daughter who hacked Maralee?" Robin asked. The edge seemed to have been taken off her anger, whether it was due to the prospect of the Doctor's admission of Trina's guilt, the video footage of my confrontation with Trina, or a combination of the two I couldn't say. And it didn't much matter, the fact that she had calmed down to some degree gave me a small measure of relief. I was used to the Doctor's anger, even if I didn't particularly care for it. However, Robin's anger disturbed me in ways I couldn't fully explain.

"She's the most likely suspect," the Doctor admitted. "I'm not saying that this is proof positive but she certainly looks guilty."

Robin gave the Doctor a self-satisfied smile, as if she had won a significant victory. "In that case I'm sure you'll have no objections with my de-, er, my request."




The Missing Flesh Ch. 02



"Yes, I'll make sure that Trina stops hacking Maralee if that's what you're worried about. I think it goes without saying."

Robin shook her head in refusal. "That's not enough. I want Maralee out of this house and away from Trina."

Doctor Eliza's face took on a stony look. "You're going to make demands of me?" she said, incredulous that anyone would dare to be so presumptive. "I allowed Maralee her little fling with you because it made her happy and it didn't interfere with her duties. However, I'm beginning to regret that decision."

Most people would have backed off at that point, Doctor Eliza was not someone to trifle with. However, Robin refused to take the hint. Instead she upped the ante. "You allowed? Who the fuck do you think you are? Maralee is legally an adult and a citizen of the Galactic Union. You don't get to allow her to do anything!"

Hearing that the Doctor gave me a look of confusion. "What? When did that happen? I thought I was her legal guardian."

"I turned eighteen earlier this year," I informed her. "You were off-planet and missed my party."

"You haven't been her legal guardian for six months now," Zaxie said with some amusement.

"Shit, this is just like the time I forgot my parents' anniversary all over again," Doctor Eliza muttered.

"You forget their anniversary every year," Zaxie reminded her.

"This is all very interesting," Robin said, "but it's getting a bit off track from the point of why Maralee and I came here tonight."

"Oh yes, that," the Doctor said, waving her hand as if brushing off a minor and insignificant point. "I'm sorry but Maralee can't move out. It really doesn't matter if she's legally an adult."

"You've got balls the size of boulders, I'll give you that," Robin said. "I'd love to hear why you think you can control Maralee's life even though you're no longer her legal guardian. What, is she your indentured servant now?"

"You can get off your fucking moral high horse any time now," the Doctor retorted. "It's a matter of simple practicality. Maralee's augmentations run off a power cell which needs to be charged periodically. It's best done when she's asleep."

"Oh," Robin said. She pondered Doctor Eliza's answer for a moment. "She couldn't just charge her power cell at my apartment?"

"It's not as simple as plugging into a wall socket," the Doctor said, "but I think you probably already realized that. Maralee's power cell charges off a fusion generator. Even if it were possible for her to charge off your electric service I doubt you'd want to pay the bill for it."

"But it's not like I need to charge my power cell every night," I protested. "Or else I wouldn't be able to stay at Robin's tonight."

"So, how often do you need to charge your power cell?" Robin asked.

"About once a week under normal activity," I told her. "Perhaps twice a week if I'm extremely active. Periods between charging my power cell can vary greatly from week to week."

"No problem." she said. "So Mara can stay here when she needs to charge her power cell and the rest of the time she can stay at my place."

"You know, so far no one has bothered to ask Maralee what she wants to do," Zaxie said. "Doesn't she get a say in her own life?" She gave Robin a pointed look. "You of all people should appreciate that."

Robin had the good grace to look guilty. "Zaxie's right. I never even considered that you might not want to move out of this house and live with me. It's your decision after all. What do you want to do?"

"Of course I want to live with you," I said without hesitation. I shot a worried glance over at Doctor Eliza. "But...."

"If that's what you want then that's what you should do," the Doctor said. "I can't blame you for what you want. In your position I would want the same thing. It does seem a bit inelegant to have you traipse back and forth between Robin's apartment and here but if that's your decision then so be it."

"Or Robin could move out of her apartment and live here," Zaxie suggested.

Robin frantically shook her head in refusal and the Doctor seemed to concur with her negative reaction. "And where would she stay? In Maralee's room? That would be pretty cramped."

"Yeah, I agree," Robin said, still shaking her head. "I can't imagine it would be comfortable at all. Besides, I don't think I'd enjoy living in the same house as Trina."

"Oh, that's unfortunate," Zaxie replied. "We have a whole giant attic that's just gathering dust. I was thinking that Maralee might enjoy taking on the challenge of fixing it up."

"Wow, you mean it? I can really do that?" I asked Zaxie.

"Of course I mean it," Zaxie said. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." She then addressed Doctor Eliza. "You don't have a problem with that, do you, Doctor?"

"Not now I don't," Doctor Eliza said, drily. "I'm not the one who's going to tell Mara she can't. I mean, just look at that face. She looks like she just opened the best Christmas present ever. Besides, it'll piss off Trina which would make it worth while if for no other reason."

"Hey, I still haven't agreed," Robin said. "It's a little premature to go making plans."

"Awww, Robin, please," I whined as I sat back down next to her. I would have sat in her lap but with all my augmentation I'm not exactly light. I'm no expert but even I know that crushing someone isn't the best way to start off trying to seduce that someone. "I really would like it if you said yes." I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, "Plus, if you agree I'll let you do anything you like to me. I'll even let you put your penis in my ear. Or my nose."

She laughed. "I told you it was a joke, Silly. Anyway, I'll think about it."

"You'll live here rent-free if you do move in, of course," Zaxie said.

"Now I'll really think about it," Robin said.

"Is that all?" the Doctor asked Zaxie. "Are you sure you don't want to tell Maralee that she can build a movie theater in the attic or promise them a big mirror over the bed?"

"Oh, now the mirror idea I like!" Robin said. "When can I move in?"

***

"So, are you really going to move out of your apartment?" I asked Robin as we left the house and walked to Robin's car.

"I said I'll think about it," Robin told me when we had reached the car. "By the way, I want to thank you for sticking up for me during that little episode you had with Trina."

"Which episode would that be?"

"From the fuckshit incident," she answered. "When you ran into Trina on the way into town. I was wondering, what you said to Trina, was it true?"

"What part are you talking about? I said a number of things to Trina."

Robin hesitated a moment before replying. "Er, well, that bit about my cock being thicker and longer than Trina's."

Before that moment Robin had never expressed any insecurities about her body. Certainly she had never seem worried that she was inadequate in any way. "You're actually worried about that?"

"It's not like I obsess over it," she said. "But I admit that what Trina said to you bothered me. I know it's not rational but there it is."

"If there's anyone on the planet who understands feeling insecure about your own body it's me," I said as I reached over and put a hand on her leg. "You have nothing to feel insecure about. Believe me."

"I appreciate that," Robin said, "but I notice you still haven't answered the question."

I almost lied out of hand. Lying to Robin to protect myself had become almost a habit. Lying to protect her feelings wouldn't even budge the needle on my guilt meter so much as a micron. However, if we were to have a relationship based on trust more lies was not a good way begin this new phase. Fortunately, the truth wasn't that bad. "Well, what I told her was mostly true."

"Mostly?"

"You're thicker and more attractive," I said. "That much is true."

"So I have a short cock is what you're saying," Robin retorted.

"I'm surprised that you would take anything Trina has to say to heart," I said. "Thi-"

"Yeah, well, I normally don't but she hit a nerve I guess. I've always had a bit of a complex."

"As I was saying, this might come as a surprise but length isn't everything," I said.

"But it's a lot," Robin said.

"Did you know that Zaxie had purchased a device to help me relieve sexual frustration?" I asked.

"A device to relieve...do you mean a vibrator?"

"Zaxie called it a dildo but it does have a vibrate function," I said. "So yes, I guess you could call it a vibrator."

"That's very interesting," Robin replied, "but I don't see what that has to do with the topic at hand."

"Do you know what was the very first thing I did with it?"

"Well I imagine the first thing you did was masturbate with it. That is the purpose for having one," Robin said, chuckling.

"Well yes, but specifically, the first thing I did was jam into my vagina as deep as it would go," I said.

Robin winced. "Ouch, what a way to bust your cherry."

"Oh, my hymen had already been shredded long before that," I told her. "However, my cervix was very much intact. I don't care what's written in pornographic stories, having the tip of a hard penis, or in my case, dildo, slam into your cervix is not a pleasurable experience."

"Well, okay, but I still don't see what that has to do with me."

"Robin, you'll never slam the head of your member into the end of my vagina," I said. "That's a good thing. Are you more worried about having a contest with Trina or pleasing your girlfriend?"

"Pleasing my girlfriend," she said. "Okay, I get it. Message received."

I reached over and placed a hand between her legs. "Speaking of pleasing your girlfriend, I don't suppose you've had enough time to recover, have you?"

"Is this some sort of pity fuck?" she asked.

"I couldn't say," I replied. "Do you feel pity for me?"

"I meant that you were the one who-"

I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "You talk too much sometimes. I have something more useful for you to do with those lips." I grabbed her by her ears and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn't need much convincing. When our lips met she opened her mouth and poked her tongue out. I was content to tongue wrestle with her for a few minutes

When we finally separated she was panting. "Best way ever to shut someone up."

I reached down to feel between her legs. "Something else is up as well. Very much up. Incredibly up."

"You could say it's hard up," Robin said.

I leaned close to her ear. "I want you inside me," I whispered. "Let's go back to your apartment."

Robin gave me a smirk. "No need, we can do it right here."

I looked around. "What? In Doctor Eliza's driveway?"

"Sure, why not? I'm betting that the Doctor and Zaxie are way too busy right now to bother worrying about what we're up to."

I wrinkled my nose. "That may be true but I don't want to do it outside in the open. I don't feel like lying down in the grass and dirt."

Robin jerked her thumb towards the back seat. "You won't need to. We're going to do it in the comfort and safety of my car. Now go on and hop in back."

I gave the back seat a dubious look. "We're both going to fit back there? While engaging in sexual activity? It doesn't look like we'll be comfortable." Indeed, the back seat of Robin's sporty little car looked particularly cramped. I tried to envision how the both of us could fit while still having enough room to have sex. My imagination wasn't up to the task.

"It'll be fine," Robin assured me. "Besides, part of me will be inside you. That should free up a bit of room."

"Not that your member isn't big, because it's much more than adequately sized, but I don't think it will make much of a difference."

"See, I was making a joke," Robin said before slapping me on my bottom. "Now get your ass back there."

I did as she ordered and climbed into the back seat. "I suppose you want to take my clothes off."

"It would make it very difficult to fuck you in the ass if your clothes were still on," she agreed.

The thought of Robin shoving her thick member into my anus caused equal amounts of fear and excitement. Given the girth of her penis I knew that there would at least some pain. But I also knew that it would please my girlfriend. The thought of Robin groaning above me while she rutted against my bottom filled me with heat. Despite the fear I was already wet by the time I peeled my jeans off.

I started to pull my panties down when Robin stopped me. "Wait, leave those on for now," she told me. "Instead, I want you to kneel down on the seat. Down on your hands and knees."

I folded my jeans and put them to the side before complying. Then I scooted around so that I was kneeling on the seat, the seat cold against my forearms, knees, and the side of my face. The position forced my bottom into the air and I gave it a little shake from side to side.

I heard Robin's strangled groan from the front seat. Looking up from where the side of my face was pressed against the car seat I saw Robin staring hungrily at my panty-clad backside from over the head rest of the driver's seat. I shook my bottom again, doing my best to make each rounded cheek jiggle. An action which did nothing to lessen the intensity of her stare. "Oh, gods, Mara, I am so fucking hard right now!"

"And I'm really wet," I said, my voice needy and anxious, matching the need growing between my legs. More than anything I wanted Robin to take me. "I know you want to put your penis in my bottom but I want you to put it in my vagina first instead. Please!"

"I'll do anything you want," Robin promised. "I want to fuck you so bad. But first...."

Her hand came down hard on my upturned bottom and I shrieked in surprise. "Robin! What was that for?" The only answer I got from her was another hard swat on my backside. I shrieked again and was answered yet again with another slap across my buttocks. This continued until my cries turned to breathy moans.

I was in quite a state. My upraised bottom burned and my panties were soaked. The heat caused by Robin spanking me seemed to have spread throughout my body. I was sweating despite the mild chill of the evening air. The sensation of her hand cupping the hot tender flesh of my buttocks was muted, as if I was remotely feeling my own body from a great distance.

Then she hooked a finger under the waistband of my panties and pulled them off my bottom and down over my legs to my knees. Everything snapped back into focus. Robin's hands gripped and fondled my buttocks. "I think I just discovered a new fetish." By that point I had closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure of Robin molesting my backside. The slit of my sex was soaking, indeed, my thighs were already wet. Which Robin discovered when she touched me between my legs. "Shit, you're dripping, Mara!"

I wiggled my bottom. "Please, touch me some more. The same spot you used your tongue on earlier."

"You mean your clit?" Robin said as her fingers parted my vaginal lips and stroked along the slit.

"Yes, there!" I cried out as she touched the nub of my clitoris with a fingertip and gently stroked back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I moved my hips, trying to hump against Robin's fingers.

"Fuck, this is so hot," Robin whispered, her voice sounding ragged, as she slid a finger deep inside me while vigorously rubbing the soft pad of her fingertip against my clitoris.

I lost control and rutted against her hands. "Oh yes! Robin, uhhh!"

"Holy shit, you're really getting into it, Mara," Robin said as she stroked my sex.

"Just a bit more," I begged. "I just need a bit more!"

Robin didn't reply as she continued tease my clitoris and the slick lips of my vagina. I was lying limp on the car seat with my eyes closed when she climbed into the back of the car and knelt down beside the seat. I felt her nose press into the cleft of my buttocks. As she pressed her face into my bottom I feel the wet tip of her tongue flick against my anus. The thought of her tasting my dirtiest of places was at once disgusting and exciting. The thought flashed through my mind that the excitement was probably precisely because it was so disgusting.

Then she stabbed her tongue into me, forcing my anus open. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my rear-end against her face. Robin didn't protest, in fact she pushed her tongue all the deeper into my backside. She seated her tongue deep inside me and it felt like my mind shattered. I cried out, an incoherent scream of release as I slammed my hips back, impaling myself deeper onto Robin's fingers and tongue. She gamely rode out my orgasm, working both orifices as my body uncontrollably spasmed underneath the assault.

When I finally came to my senses I found that Robin was fondling my still smarting backside, her hands squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. When she realized that I was back in control of my faculties she shifted her grip to my hips. "Was that good? You seemed to space out for awhile there." She leaned forward and the wet tip of her erection pressed into the crevice between my buttocks. "You have such a sweet ass, Maralee. I really want to fuck it." Her voice was low, almost husky with desire.  

"Just be careful," I pleaded. "Please."

"I won't hurt you," she promised. "I'll go nice and slow." I felt the tip of her penis slide against my anus, the wet tip pressing against the tight ring in a kiss almost as wet and gentle as that of her tongue. I expected pain but Robin was as good as her word, working the tip of her member into my anus oh-so-slowly.

I grunted as the head of her penis slowly forced the tight ring of my anus to open. Her tongue had already loosened and lubricated the passage, preparing it for her thick prong. She tightened her grip on my hips, her fingers sinking into my flesh as she ever so slowly buried herself in my rectum. It was less painful than I had feared it would be but by no means was it comfortable. I knew from experience just how thick Robin's erection was, she felt thicker still as she penetrated the tight sphincter.

Suddenly, the head of her penis slipped past my anus. I groaned in relief, counterpointing Robin's moan of pleasure as she sank deeper into me. "Oh fuck, your asshole is so tight, Mara. Fuck, this is incredible!" She eased the rest of the way into me and soon her hips were pressed against my bottom, my anus stretched around the base of her shaft.

"Robin, you're so thick," I grunted. "Please be careful, I feel like you could easily rip me apart." While I wasn't in any real pain there was noticeable discomfort. I wasn't overly worried about serious injury but I imagined Doctor Eliza's reaction if I ended up requiring medical attention because of bleeding due to anal sex.

Robin shifted a hand from my hip and ran her fingers through my hair. "Relax, Sweetie. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You know that, right?"

"Just go slow," I said. I did my best to ignore the thick member in my rectum and concentrated on the hand stroking my scalp. Her fingers running through my hair lulled me into a near-dream state and I was barely aware when she began to move her hips again.

Robin was as good as her word, moving her hips slowly and with painstaking gentleness. As she rutted in my bottom my discomfort eased and then disappeared. Moreover, my arousal re-awakened, aided by Robin's girlish moans as she moved against me, her hips grinding into my backside.

Each time Robin buried herself on the down-stroke I could feel her heavy scrotum pressing up against my dripping slit. I slipped a hand between my legs and tickled my clitoris with the tip of my index finger. I couldn't stop my finger from flicking back and forth. I groaned and rocked my hips, instinctively humping against my fingers.

Robin sighed at the sudden movement. "Fuck, Maralee, that feels good. Oh gods!" Her hips slapped against my backside as I impaled myself on her prong time and again. Her hands were on both my hips again and she began thrusting herself into me with increasing strength.




The Missing Flesh Ch. 02



I could tell she was near the edge when her moans began sounding more and more desperate. She was ramming herself into me with abandon, her testes slapping against my sex. I stopped rubbing myself and took her scrotum between my fingers, teasing her as she stabbed her length into my rear-end again and again.

""Shit! Maralee!" She had a near iron grip on my hips and pounded into my anal orifice in long deep strokes. "Fuck, I'm so close!"

I rolled my hips, I was close as well. Despite the soreness caused by Robin pounding her thick shaft into my bottom I was desperate to get all of her inside me as deeply as possible.

Suddenly, she thrust into me with one last incredible stroke, burying herself to the very base of her penis. "Fuck, that's it, I'm there! Oh fuck, Maralee. Shit, this is so good!" Indeed, I could feel a warm wet sensation deep in my bowels. A thought struck me and despite the burning soreness I squeezed down on Robin's squirting erection. I had to bite my lip to suppress a whimper, as the pain turned out be more intense than I had anticipated. But the reward was more than worth it. Robin let out another strangled groan. "Don't stop, Maraleee. Yes, gods yes!"

I frantically rubbed my clitoris as Robin rode her orgasm to completion. I was still masturbating when Robin slumped against me. She ran her hands down my back and over the curve of my bottom, trailing her fingertips over my skin. "Mara, thank you. That was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I thought my balls were gonna come squirting out." She started to pull out, her flagging member sliding free of my anus.

"Don't pull out yet," I begged her, still furiously sliding my finger over the nub of my clitoris.

"Awww, you poor thing," Robin said. "You didn't get yours yet, did you? Let me take care of that for you." She reached between my legs and pushed my hand aside before gently pinching my clitoris between her thumb and index finger. It felt so much more intense than my masturbation and I whimpered as she teased my sex, using her other hand to stroke the slick vulva. I was dimly aware of her bending over me until she was pressed against me, the hard points of her nipples digging into my back. I felt her warm breath in my ear and it took me awhile to realize she was whispering. "Did you hear me? I said I'm gonna make you come now."

I was incapable of intelligible speech so I nodded.

"Good," she whispered. Then she slid her warm wet tongue into my ear and my whole world went blank. I was floating in a warm white fog. I was dimly aware of my voice calling out for Robin again and again but I didn't seem to have any conscious control over it. It wasn't quite the same as the orgasm that Robin had given me earlier but it was no less incredible or pleasurable. Perhaps even better, part of the energy I was experiencing was from the knowledge that I given Robin pleasure with my body.

When I finally regained my senses Robin was still draped over me, her arms around me. She was kissing along my shoulders and the back of my neck.

"I love you, Robin Park," I said.

"And I love you, Maralee Clearwater."

"That's very sweet," came Doctor Eliza's voice from outside the car, "but I can't say as I'm thrilled to have you two fucking in my driveway."

The sound of the Doctor's voice was like a bucket of ice water down my back. I abruptly sat up, accidentally throwing Robin off of me and against the side panel. "Ow! Sheesh, Maralee, next time give me a bit of warning, will ya?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Doctor Eliza knocked on the window. "Girls, I hate to interrupt your lovers' squabble but I don't want to be all night out here."

Robin rolled down the window. "Sorry, Doctor, things just got out of hand."

"Yeah, I can see that," the Doctor said as she stuck her head through the window. "Although neither one of you looks all that sorry to me. Sorry to be caught maybe but other than that...well, I suppose looks can be deceiving."

"I'm really sorry, Doctor Eliza," I said, looking down at the car seat. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"And after the little talk we just had," the Doctor said. "If you two do end up living together I suppose I can expect this sort of thing to happen all the time. On any given night I might be able to look out the window and see the two of you fucking."

"So you're telling me you never fucked one of your girlfriends in the backseat of an inappropriately parked car back when you were young?" Robin asked the Doctor.

Doctor Eliza stepped back from the window and stood up. "Hey, I'm not complaining. I just want to know if it's okay if I bring a camera with me next time. I find that porn really gets Zaxie going. If you know what I mean."

I crowded past Robin and poked my head out the window. "It won't happen again, Doctor. I promise."

"Zaxie tells me you're an adult now, so you can do what you like," the Doctor said. "But even if I'm no longer your legal guardian it just means I'm your employer now. I still expect you to report to the workshop for work at the same time every workday morning."

***

"Can you believe the Doctor?" I complained from where I was lying on my side in the back seat while Robin drove. "I had no idea what a pervert she is. Wanting to take pictures of us while we were engaged in sexual activities."

Robin just laughed. "Maralee, she was just jerking your chain. She wanted to give us a ration of shit because she caught us fucking in her driveway. She's not going to take any photos or movies of us."

I didn't think so either but the potential embarrassment if I was wrong was too much to contemplate. "You're probably right but if it turns out you're wrong, well...."

"Don't worry," Robin said, "we won't do it in her driveway again. Just consider it a one time thing. Anyway, I'll bet she was just pissed because she hadn't thought to fuck Zaxie in the backseat of her car in her own driveway."

"Why would she care about that?"

"Marking her territory," Robin replied.

"What?"

"Nevermind, Maralee," she said. "It was a joke. Don't worry about it. It wasn't funny."

We both fell into silence and from the back seat I watched Robin drive. From where I was resting on the back seat I could see between the bucket seats and see her from the side at an angle. There was something about being driven around by my girlfriend while lying down in the backseat of her car that I found to be relaxing and it didn't take long for my eyelids to droop.

I awoke to the sound of Robin's voice. "What was that?" I asked as I sat up. Upon sitting upright I realized two things; the first was the car was parked and the second was that sitting on my bottom was quite painful.

"I said we're here," Robin said from the driver's seat.

She opened the driver's side door and got out of the car and I climbed out after her. I looked around and realized that instead of being at her apartment we were in the parking lot of a restaurant I didn't recognize. "So, where are we?"

"My favorite Italian restaurant," Robin answered.

"Italian?" The restaurant was an impressive English Tudor. The first level was all brick and the second level to the roof white stucco. The roof itself looked like slate and I counted no less than a half dozen tall brick chimneys. "There isn't an Italian restaurant in Mayweather."

Robin took my hand and led me across the parking lot. "Yes, that's right. We're not in Mayweather. We're in Heatherford."

"I didn't realize I had slept so long," I said.

"You were out cold," Robin said, nodding her head. "You really had a rough day, you poor thing. First that business with Trina and then being molested by your perverted girlfriend."

"I liked that second thing you mentioned," I said. "I hope it happens more often."

The parking lot was largely empty. Including Robin's car there were less than a dozen cars all total. I assumed it meant the restaurant would be relatively empty.

My assumption turned out to be correct. There were only a few customers inside the restaurant when Robin I entered. The interior of the restaurant proved to be cozy which surprised me considering the impressive size of the building.

Everything was sturdy timber beams, rough cut boards, or brick and suggested antiquity. Set into the walls were light fixtures which I assumed were made to look like gas lanterns. An affectation I found to be silly since gas lanterns hadn't been used in centuries and never on this planet.

Whatever other thoughts I had about the restaurant were interrupted by the young girl behind the counter in the restaurant's foyer. "Good evening, Robin. So, who is your friend?" The girl looked me up and down, appraising me. She didn't seem unfriendly, just curious. Despite the lack of overt hostility I found myself shrinking from her gaze and hid behind Robin.

"Stop it, Meggy, you're freaking her out," Robin said. "She's really shy around people she doesn't know."

"Sorry, sorry," Meggy said. She didn't look or sound particularly sorry as she skirted around Robin and looked down at me. "So I take it you're Robin's girlfriend. The infamous Maralee."

I was infamous? It was strange to meet someone who knew my name even though I had never heard of her. After a moment of confusion I realized that Robin must have told her about me.

Noticing my momentary confusion, Meggy said, "Robin told me all about you. I must say that you're every bit as cute as Robin said."

I was too embarrassed to reply. I looked down at the floor and shook my head. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders. "C'mon, Meggy, you're embarrassing her. Mara has a hard time dealing with praise."

"I'm sorry," Meggy said. "It's just that I've been hoping to meet your mysterious girlfriend after hearing about her for so long."

"It's okay," Robin said. "Just give her some space."

"Well, I should get you two to your table anyway," Meggy said as she picked up two menus from the counter. "Follow me and I'll get you seated and then I'll find a waitress for you." We followed her into the restaurant. The subdued lighting from the faux gas lamps gave the restaurant an intimate feel. I imagined it would be a popular place for couples going out on dates. "So any table in particular?"

I looked around and found as empty table near a set of French doors on the far side of the restaurant. The French doors looked out onto a small courtyard garden and patio. Even better, all the nearby tables were empty. "How about that table over there," I said, pointing to the table in question.

"Of course," she said and led us to the table. She set the menus down as Robin and I sat choose chairs on opposite sides of the table.

I sat down a little too hard and gasped as a jagged bolt of pain reminded me that I needed to be careful when sitting down. I quickly shifted on the chair, leaning to the side to reduce the pressure on my sore and sensitive anus.

"Are you okay?" Meggy asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"She's fine," Robin said. "She just has a bit of a pain in her ass."

"I bruised myself," I said. "I was being clumsy and fell down. I'm fine, really."

"In that case I'll send a waitress over to take your order."

"She really seems to like you," Robin said as she watched Meggy walk away.

"Mmmm hmmmm," I muttered as I opened the menu. The last thing I wanted to talk about was whether one of Robin's friends liked me or not. I thought it far more likely that she liked Robin and that particular line of thought was one I didn't want to have.

I looked up from the menu in front of me when Robin grabbed my hand. "I'm serious," she said. "I know you think it's perfectly alright that you don't have any friends but it's not. It's not healthy, Mara."

"I do have friends," I said. I held up a hand and ticked off on my fingers. "I have you-"

"I'm your girlfriend. I don't think that counts."

"Okay, then. Zaxie-"

"Who is like a mother to you. Should I count my mother as one of my friends as well?"

"Okay then, how about Doctor Eliza?"

"A really strict step-mother. Well, next up I guess would be Trina. You going to tell me that Trina is a friend?"

"Um, I guess that would be stretching it," I said.

"No shit," Robin said. "With friends like her who needs enemies?"

"There's lots of people in town who are my friends," I said.

"They're acquaintances, not friends," Robin replied. "The fact that you don't know the difference pretty much proves my point."

The sudden presence of one of the waitresses forestalled my reply. "Are you both ready to order?" According to her nametag our waitress' name was Lola. Whereas Meggy was cute with her green eyes and freckles Lola was sexy; her hair spilling over her shoulders in dark ringlets, an hourglass figure that her short skirt and low-cut top did nothing to hide. I could picture her at the beach in a bikini and sipping away at the sort of drinks that sported tiny paper umbrellas while working on maintaining her deep bronze complexion.

"I just want a medium meat lover's pizza," Robin said, closing her menu. She looked across the table at me. "Know what you want yet?"

Unfortunately, the children's menu was like the children's menu at every restaurant I had ever been to. "Just a spaghetti plate, please."

Lola looked down at where I was pointing in the menu. "That's the children's menu."

"Are you saying I can't order from the children's menu?" I didn't have lot of experience at restaurants but some restaurants indeed had policies about adults ordering from the children's menu. However, in Mayweather it wasn't a problem. Everyone in town knew who I was and knew about my particular dietary needs. If it happened that I was eating at a restaurant outside the Mayweather area I was always with Doctor Eliza. The Doctor wasn't about to let something as insignificant as restaurant policy inconvenience her or those who were with her so consequently I could order anything I liked from any section of the menu I pleased.

"Well, I hate to say you can't but..." Lola said hesitantly.

"I have really strict guidelines about my calorie intake," I told her.

Lola beamed upon hearing that. "Oh if it's a medical reason then it's no problem!"

"C'mon babe, you can let it slide for one meal," Robin said. "You don't have to order a shitty little bowl of spaghetti from the kid's menu."

"I can let it slide for every meal if you don't mind dating the galaxy's chubbiest cyborg," I said.

"If it's just about calories there are some good low calorie options," Lola said. "You don't have to order from the children's menu."

"Yeah, have a salad or something," Robin said.

I ended up selecting antipasto salad and a small bowl of tomato soup. Lola bent over the table to take our menus. She didn't spill out of her low-cut top but her breasts seemed to threaten to do just that at any moment. A fact that didn't escape Robin's notice. Her eyes seemed to be glued to Lola's chest and it wasn't until Lola stood up and walked away from our table that Robin noticed me looking at her.

"Shit, sorry about that," she said.

"Sorry about what?" I asked.

"You know, staring at her tits."

"It's not a big deal," I said. "She has very attractive breasts. It's natural to enjoy looking at them."

"Yeah, well I think I enjoyed myself a little too much," Robin said. "And you hardly looked at all. I feel like a pervert."

I shrugged, it wasn't that big a deal for me. "I live with Zaxie, Doctor Eliza and Trina. Lola doesn't have anything I don't see much more of on a daily basis."

"Yeah, you practically live in Tittyopolis," Robin agreed.

"Anyway, I did a fair bit of staring earlier this evening when Zaxie answered the door," I said. "So I'm in no position to criticize you."

"That's certainly true," Robin said, laughing. "I was worried that maybe your eyes would lock into place. Not that I can blame you. She has a delicious looking...everything."

"Makes it tough to go to the beach," I said. "I sure can tell you that." I decided that she didn't need to know about the nightly routine Zaxie and I had. There had already been enough revelations that night. Surely it could wait for later.

"I've never gone on one of your little excursions to the beach, of course," Robin said. "It's probably just as well. I don't think I could handle spending a whole day around Zaxie in a bikini."

"I guess you're going to find out the hard...er, the difficult way," I said. "Since you'll be going the next time the Doctor drags us all off to the beach."

"I've never been invited to one of your little beach trips," Robin said.

"That was my doing of course," I said. "I know I blamed the Doctor for that but it was me. I didn't think my little secret would have survived a beach outing with you."

"Yeah, I had already figured that out some time ago," she said. "I was actually rather hurt when I realized what was going on. If felt like you didn't really want me around."

I violently shook my head. "No way! That was the whole point of me not telling you the truth about myself: to keep you from leaving me. There isn't anyone I would rather be with than you. If you broke up with me...."

"Didn't I tell you that I wasn't going to?" Robin said. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

"But you did think about it," I pointed out. "What if you change your mind?"

"Yeah, I thought about dumping you for all of a second," she replied. "Then I realized I was being stupid. I tried imagining my life without you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Maralee. The cock just isn't...well, no, the cock is important. It's just that there's something else even more important."

"Vaginas?" I asked. "I don't know if I can agr-"

Robin rolled her eyes. "No, Silly, I meant being with the person you're in love with. That's what's more important."

"Okay, but what I don't get is if you had already figured out what I was trying to hide then why didn't you just come out and tell me?"

"I had thought about doing just that," Robin said. "But I didn't know how to approach the subject. I guess I was worried that I might scare you off. I mean, you were obviously really touchy about the subject since you went to such lengths to hide it. After awhile it became easier to just play along with you than to confront you. I guess you could call it relationship inertia. You know, a body at rest tends to stay at rest. In this case, an unbroached issue tends to stay unbroached. The longer I didn't say anything the harder it became for me to say something."

"Are you saying you were worried I would break up with you?" It was hard for me to digest the idea that Robin was worried about me breaking up with her. I had been so obsessed with my own fear that I never stopped to consider that Robin could possibly experience the same sort of fear that I did.

"Well yeah." she said. "You were going to such lengths to hide...well, you know-"

"My disfigurement," I said. "It's okay. I know what I am. It's a serious and ugly deformity."

"I prefer the term 'alternately configured'. There's nothing ugly about you, Mara. Besides, you were born without arms and legs yet here you are walking around and doing everything you need for yourself. Hell, you're one of the physically most capable beings in the galaxy."

"Thanks to Doctor Eliza-"

"Yeah, without whom you'd still be in a wheelchair depending on people to feed you by hand and dress you. Even bathe you. You've told me enough times so it's not likely I'll ever forget. That's my whole point. If the Doctor could construct your cybernetic prosthetic arms and legs why couldn't she contruct a cybernetic prosthetic replacement for that other piece of flesh you lack?"

A prosthetic penis? The thought had never occurred to me but the more I thought about it the more attractive the idea was. Unfortunately there was one problem. "I couldn't possibly ask Doctor Eliza to build me such a thing."




The Missing Flesh



"You make it sound like a prison."

"Isn't it? They only let you out to go do errands. If they're feeling generous they'll give a little bit of extra time with friends. You're an adult! Where do they get off treating you like a child?"

"When you say 'they' you actually mean Doctor Eliza," I said. "If it wasn't for her I'd be wheelchair bound-"

"With no arms and legs," she said, finishing my sentence. "Yeah, I've heard it all before. Look, I understand the debt you feel towards the Doctor but that doesn't make you her property. Is a life of servitude really so much better than spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair? Did the Doctor do you a favor, or did she really just do herself a favor?"

The same old argument we had each time I visited and a fresh reminder of the lie I had been telling her since we met. "I'm not saying you're wrong but I'd rather not talk about that right now. I don't want to waste what little time I have with you on a silly argument."

Robin relented. "I'm sorry, I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut."

I shook my head. "No, don't apologize. I know you're just looking out for me. I appreciate that, I really do. It's just something I have to work out on my own. But I'm really glad you're on my side. It makes me feel a lot better."

"I'll always be on your side, Fuckshit."

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed myself up on my toes to press my lips to hers. She stiffened in momentary surprise before relaxing into my kiss. When her mouth opened I slipped my tongue between her teeth and our tongues entwined in a wet, slippery wrestling match. I closed my eyes and for a short while the struggle of our intertwined tongues became my whole world.

Then I felt her hands on my bottom, gripping and kneading my posterior through my shorts. I followed suit, dropping my hands to her backside and squeezing her soft flesh through her bakery uniform. Soon, I could feel her erection pressed against my hip. I rubbed myself against her, stimulating her erect penis.

Finally, I pulled away and we both gasped for breath. "Okay, time for your reward."

"Reward for what, exactly?" she asked.

"For making me happy," I replied.

"You don't have to," she said, backing away from me until she bumped into the counter.

"I want to," I told her. "Have to has nothing to do with it."

Robin gave a furtive look around. "But what if my mom comes up front?"

I gave her an evil grin. "She won't. She told me nobody would be coming out front while I was visiting you. You know, so we could catch up." I looked down at her skirt and saw that it was being tented by a prominent bulge. "Speaking of which, I see something else that is up." I put my hand on her crotch and squeezed her through the apron.

"Oh, god, Fuckshit, don't...."

"Don't worry, I won't use my hand," I said as I dropped to my knees?in front of her, my eyes locked on the erection tenting her skirt. "It's been too long, I'm certainly not going to waste your lovely penis on a mere hand job." I lifted her skirt and stared at the sight of her erection straining against her plain black panties.

"That's not what I'm worried about! What if a customer comes in?"

I ran my fingers over her hard length through her panties. "Your protests would be more believable if it weren't for the fact that you're as hard as a marble statue." I hooked the fingers of my free hand under the waistband of her panties. "Anyway, there's no way anyone coming in can see me as long as I'm kneeling behind the counter."

"That's not the point! How am I supposed to serve customers while you're doing that to me?"

I looked up at her and gave her my best petulant look. "Are you saying you don't like it when I perform fellatio on you?"

"Don't be such a wise-ass," she said, frowning down at me. "Of course I like it, but-"

I turned my attention back to the erection straining at Robin's panties. "Say no more. Your wish is my command." I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down with a quick yank and watched as her erect member sprung free from confinement. My eyes followed its movement as it bounced from side to side like a metronome before finally pointing up at the ceiling.

Robin's penis, like the rest of her, is beautiful. It's not especially long, truth be told it's on the short side of average. However, what it lacks in length it more than makes up for in girth. Certainly, it is too fat for me to wrap my hand all the way around. Topping off her thick shaft is a perfect, round, bell shaped head. In its erect state her penis is more than just merely beautiful, it's a work of art. A sculpture of living flesh.

"Fuckshit," she said in a low whisper.

I ignored her and opened my mouth. Instead of just taking her into my mouth straight-away I licked at the head of her penis with the tip of my tongue. She was already slick with pre-seminal fluid which I licked clean.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned. I felt her hands on my head, encouraging me to continue. I wrapped my lips around the round, bell shape of her glans and pushed forward, swallowing the thick trunk of her shaft. I pressed forward, taking her deeper into my mouth until I could feel the soft skin of her scrotum pressing against my chin.

I closed my eyes. Her member was thick, warm and meaty inside my mouth. Robin's penis is real in way that nothing else in the universe is. It was as if her penis had been made expressly for my mouth, or perhaps my mouth for it. Either way, there was absolutely nothing more that I loved to than to suck on her hard member.

The tip threatened to poke at the back of my throat and I swallowed, which had the effect of milking her length. I found that I had to suppress my gag reflex. Luckily, I already had plenty of practice doing just that. With her hands still on my head I pulled back until my lips were stretched around the head of her penis. I swirled my tongue around the ridge and licked at the slit.

This wrenched a groan from Robin. "Fuckshit, oh god, don't stop!"

I didn't. I plunged down on her shaft again. I sucked, licked and bobbed back and forth on her rigid penis while listening to the lovely sound of Robin moaning. Soon enough, Robin tightened her grip on the back of my head and forced me to take the entire length of her penis. I gagged and then again swallowed around her girth.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come!"

This was my signal to slip a hand up between her legs and behind her heavy scrotum where I blindly felt around for her slit. I found the seam of her female sex to be slick and hot. My fingers easily sank into her slippery hole and she groaned when I twisted them around inside her. I was content to continue suckling on her rigid penis while teasing her eager vagina , however, Robin had other plans for me. Using my hair as a handle, Robin yanked my head back and forth while at the same time thrusting her hips forward. Her testes bounced against my chin as she drove herself deep into my mouth again and again.

Suddenly, she buried herself to the root with a wordless grunt and exploded inside my mouth. Spurt after spurt of her semen splattered over my tongue and I had to frantically swallow as my mouth filled with her seed.

"Oh shit, Fuckshit! So good! Ah, fuck, god!"

I desperately sucked the last dribbles of ejaculate from her penis. Already, she was gingerly pulling herself from my mouth, using her hands to push me off of her flagging member.

"Fuckshit, please, enough, it's too sensitive now."

I complied and pulled off. Robin quickly pulled up her panties and dropped her skirt back into place. After quickly straightening her bakery uniform back into place she ran her hands down the front of her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. The bulge at her crotch had disappeared.

Robin smiled at me. Of course, I love seeing her smile but after receiving fellatio she is always full of gratitude. I knew that those particular smiles were for me and me alone. There was one part of Robin that she shared with no one but me.

"Thanks, Fuckshit, that was incredible."

"Oh no, I enjoyed it," I told her. "I only wish we could do that more often."

"We can," Robin said. "Move out of that house and you can do what you want when you want."

"Someday," I promised as I stood up and dusted off my knees. I wanted to leave before rehashing the same old argument yet again.

However, Robin had other ideas. "Not so fast," she said, grabbing my shoulders. She tried to push me up against the glass display case next to the register but I'm not easy to shove and she gave up on the effort. Instead, she reached down to grab at my crotch. "It doesn't seem fair that you're always sucking me off and I never return the favor. This time I'm gonna make you feel good too."

I intercepted her hand before it reached its intended target. It wouldn't do at all for her to make an unfortunate discovery. "Nothing would make me happier," I said as I made a show of looking up at the clock hanging on the wall behind the register. "However, I have to go home soon or else I'll be in trouble. If I get back late that means Zaxie will cook supper late. If Zaxie cooks supper late then the Doctor will be eating late. If the Doctor has to have a late dinner because of me it'll be months before you see me again."

***

I set the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. "All done, Miss Zaxie. Everything on the list present and accounted for."

"Good job, Fuckshit," she said, looking up from the book she was reading at the kitchen table. "So, did you see Robin today?"

I was all smiles. "Sure did."

She laughed. "I can tell. I don't need to ask if you had a good time."

"The best!"

"Ah, to be young and in love again."

I was puzzled by that. "But Miss Zaxie, you are young."

"But not as young as you," she replied. "Now how about we put those groceries away before they spoil."

We spent the next few minutes doing just that. As I put away the milk and then stored the meat in the freezer I broached the subject I had shied away from earlier that day. "Um, Miss Zaxie, there's something I wanted to ask you earlier but I was afraid to. However, it's something that happened a lot today. Please don't be angry."

Zaxie seemed nonplussed. "Fuckshit, I don't know what it is but you know you can ask me anything. I would never get angry at you for asking a question. You know that you can come to me if you have a problem or something is bothering you. I'm here for you if you ever need me. You do know that, right?"

I nodded. "Well, it's just...is fuckshit some sort of new term or slang?"

She frowned. "Fuckshit? I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, today everyone has been calling me Fuckshit," I said. "I thought maybe it was some new slang word that I didn't know about."

My explanation didn't seem to clear Zaxie's confusion. "Calling you fuckshit? What do you mean?"

"Instead of my name," I told her. "They've been calling me Fuckshit instead of using my name."

Upon hearing that Zaxie looked angry. "I can tell you that fuckshit is not some sort of slang. Not that I've heard of at least. Exactly who has been saying this to you?"

"Everyone," I said. "Doctor Eliza, Trina, Robin, Ms. Kemp and Farmer Fletcher. Even Robin's mother."

"I can't imagine any of those people saying that to you," she said. "Well, okay, I can imagine Trina saying that. But not the rest of them."

"You said it too," I added.

"What? Never!" she said. "Fuckshit, I would never say that sort of thing to you!"

"But you just did!"

"What? When did I say that?"

"Just now!" I said. "You said, 'Fuckshit, I would never say that sort of thing to you'."

"No I didn't!" Zaxie yelled. "What I said was, 'Fuckshit, I would never say that sort of thing to you'. And I wouldn't."

"You just said it again!"

"You heard me say fuckshit?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes. I swear I'm not making it up. It's the truth!"

Zaxie gave me a long look. She tapped a fingernail against her teeth until she apparently came to a decision. "I believe you. I think I know what's going on. I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Tell me your name."

I blinked in surprise and scratched my head. "What? Why do you want me to tell you what my name is? You already know my name."

"Just humor me this time," Zaxie replied. "I think you'll be surprised by the results."

I shrugged. If Zaxie thought it would help somehow, so be it. I didn't see what good saying my name would do but I couldn't think of how it could possibly hurt. "Okay, sure." What I said next was, "My name is Maralee," but what I heard was, "My name is Fuckshit."

Apparently, Zaxie was expecting my shocked reaction. "Let me guess, you heard yourself say, 'My name is Fuckshit'. Yes?"

I could only nod, speech was beyond me at that moment. I don't remember a moment that I had more shocked than I was right at that moment.

"I should have figured it out earlier," she said. "You've been hacked. I bet someone slipped a command into your audio filter settings."

She was right, it made perfect sense. I quickly checked my audio filter settings and found the offending file. It was the work of a mere moment to delete the file. "Okay, I think I got it."

Zaxie nodded. "Good job. So, how's it working now, Maralee?"

"That did it," I told her. "Everything is back to normal."

"I should have realized earlier," she said. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out."

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked. "I had all day to figure it out and I wasn't able to. I'm the one who is stupid. If weren't for you it probably would have taken me days to figure it out. I'm always needing you to rescue me it seems."

"Of course, you're welcome," she said. "But it's not going to stop until you confront her."

I knew exactly who Zaxie was talking about but I didn't want to seem like I was the one accusing Trina first. "Her?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about," Zaxie said. "There's only one logical answer to the question of who hacked you. No one outside this household could have done it and since I doubt you would hack yourself and neither the Doctor or I would do it...."

I finished Zaxie's thought. "That only leaves Trina. Yes, it's the only logical answer. She probably slipped the file in with my regular software updates. I didn't even notice until the new settings took effect."

"This has gone on long enough," Zaxie said. "I think I'll have a talk with Doctor Eliza tonight."

I shook my head. I couldn't see anyway that it could end well for me. "No, please don't do that. It'll just make Trina hate me even more."

"She already hates you," she pointed out. "She's not going to start liking you just because you're secretly protecting her from her mother's wrath."

Zaxie was right, of course, but I was a coward. A coward who hoped that Trina would one day come to accept me. Or failing that, at least just leave me alone. "I know, but please don't tell the Doctor. Let me think about how to deal with this."

She relented. "Okay, if that's what you want. But this won't be the last time she pulls a stunt like this. At least promise me you'll save all the audio and video from today."

I immediately recognized the potential usefulness of Zaxie's suggestion. "Of course, Miss Zaxie."

"And I think it goes without saying that I want you to save any footage relating to any other hacking attempts."

I nodded. "I'll make sure to do that."

***

As I said before, the Doctor doesn't do things by halves. The bath is no exception. The bath features a giant cedar tub set into a tiled floor. On the far wall and easily viewable from the tub is a tile mosaic of a snow-capped mountain that dominates the entire side of room. After asking about it I was told by Doctor Eliza that the mosaic was 'traditional'. I still haven't figured out what's traditional about it.

Over the years bathing with Zaxie had become a nightly ritual. I found it more relaxing to bathe without my prosthetics but it was potentially hazardous as even without my prosthetic limbs I was quite heavy due to my augmented and reinforced muscles and skeleton. Despite this Zaxie was able to lift me easily and so it fell upon her to help me bathe at night.

"Sorry for being a burden," I apologized as she climbed into the tub while carrying me with my back to her chest, her arms under my stumps with her hands clasped together over my chest. The position had her breasts pressed against the back of my head while her penis brushed against my buttocks. Save for the sunburst pendant Zaxie wore on a necklace we were both naked as the day we were born.

"You're no burden," she said as she sat down, lowering us both into the hot tub. "This is the part of the day I enjoy most. Just you and I soaking in the hot tub." That too was our nightly ritual. Each night I would apologize for troubling her and each time she would insist that I was not troubling her in the least.

I didn't protest any further. After years of living with her I knew Zaxie meant what she said. It wasn't that Zaxie was like a mother to me. I didn't think of her like that, it was more like she was a very gentle and caring older sister. While neither one of us has formally defined our relationship I'm pretty sure that Zaxie viewed me as a type of adopted kid sister. Although I will admit that I've had the occasional unsisterly thought flit through my head, particularly at bath time. Considering her incredible body I suppose it's not unnatural that I had the stray sexual thought now and again but it was the sort of thing I was able to ignore.

But mostly, bathtime was about both us relaxing together in a hot tub with me cradled in Zaxie's arms while sitting on her lap. It was one of the few times that I felt completely protected by someone else. For me the tub was a warm safe place as long as Zaxie was there with me. Odd in a way because it was the time I was most vulnerable. It would have been beyond easy for Zaxie to drown me in the hot tub. Of course, Zaxie could no sooner do that than a loving parent would drown his or her own child.

"Long day, huh?" Zaxie said once we were seated comfortably in the hot tub. She kept her left arm wrapped around my chest while she ran the fingers of her right hand through my hair.

"But mostly good," I replied, thinking of my time at the bakery.

"So you really had a good time at the bakery," Zaxie said with a chuckle.

I was very aware of her limp penis pressed against my bottom as I recalled my time with Robin. I ruthlessly crushed that line of thought before it could go any further. "I, uh, don't think it's necessary to give you a detailed account but yes, I really had a good time."

"I hate to bring this up yet again but I don't suppose there's any chance that...."

Zaxie didn't need to finish her question. I already knew what she was asking. "No, I didn't tell her," I said, shaking my head.

Zaxie let out a loud sigh heavy with disapproval. "I know that it's not really my business but I can't help but think that you're making a big mistake. Keeping secrets from your girlfriend isn't healthy for your relationship."

"But if I tell her the truth about me I might not have a relationship with her at all," I pointed out. "An unhealthy relationship is better than one that doesn't exist at all."

"Is it really?" Zaxie said. "Can you tell me you're happy with your situation? You say Robin makes you happy but are you really happy like this?"

The bath was turning out not be relaxing in the least. I couldn't blame Zaxie though, the situation was all my doing. She was just expressing her concern. Unfortunately, it was concern I would have preferred she kept to herself. "More happy than I'll be if she ends our relationship," I answered. "What am I supposed to do if she breaks up with me?"




The Missing Flesh



"I know this will sound glib but you'll survive," Zaxie said. "You managed to live somehow before Robin Park and you'll manage somehow after her, if it comes to that."

"That's the logical answer," I said, "but love isn't a logical thing. As I'm sure you're aware."

"That's true. As young as you are and being in love, that's a dangerous combination."

"What about you?" I asked. "What would you do if Doctor Eliza suddenly decided she longer wanted to be your lover?"

"You know about that?" Zaxie said. "We were trying to be discreet."

I laughed at that. "The walls in this house will need to be significantly thicker in order for the two of you to be anything close to discreet."

***

Zaxie was right, as usual. It was only a few days later that I was hacked yet again. The four of us were eating breakfast in the kitchen when I saw something startling out of the corner of my eye. Hovering near the ceiling was a penis. A floating penis. It was pink, thick, and long, although it appeared to be only partially erect. A pair of heavy testicles the size of eggs hung underneath.

As I watched it bumped against the ceiling, causing it to jiggle in a most interesting fashion. I couldn't take my eyes off of it and I tracked its movement as it bumped along the ceiling.

"Something interesting up there, Maralee?" asked Zaxie from across the kitchen table.

"Uh, no!" I said, a little too loudly as I dragged my eyes back down to look at Zaxie. To my horror there was another floating penis directly above Zaxie's head. As I watched the thing bounced off the top of her head, the fat heavy scrotum wobbling from the impact. "Nothing at all." I quickly looked away. I couldn't help but glance quickly at Trina. Her grin made it apparent that she knew exactly what I was seeing.

I looked away and risked turning towards Doctor Eliza. She was clearly mystified by my behavior. However, to my horror yet another floating penis was snuggling in her cleavage. I quickly looked down at my plate. For the rest of the meal I didn't look up from my plate and ate in complete silence. That morning Zaxie had made waffles and I concentrated on neatly cutting them up in small slices before bringing each piece to my mouth.

Unfortunately, I could delay the inevitable for so long and eventually I had to look back up from the table. Floating penises were everywhere. There was even one trying to insert itself into Doctor Eliza's ear. It was then that I was had a bit of inspiration. I closed my eyes and switched my vision over to infrared. When I opened my eyes again, all the floating penises were gone.

This time fixing the problem was more difficult. There wasn't an easily found file in my filters to delete. Instead, I had to comb through thousands of lines of code. I knew it would take awhile. I couldn't just sit at the table in complete silence doing nothing while I rooted out the offending coding. Doctor Eliza and Zaxie would know for sure that something was going on with me.

"Thanks for breakfast, Zaxie," I said, pushing my chair back and standing up. "It was great, as usual." I picked up my dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.

"You're welcome, of course," Zaxie replied as I left the kitchen.

I went straight to my room. Once inside I locked the behind me and collapsed on my bed. It took some time but I was able to find the lines of malicious code and wipe them out. I switched back over from infrared to visible light and heaved a sigh of relief when there wasn't a trace of any floating genitalia to be seen.

***

However, the worse was yet to come. It was several weeks later when?Trina pulled her next stunt. The Doctor had been working on a prototype non-lethal weapon system for Strike Eagle Arms who would in turn market it to law enforcement agencies.

My part in any demonstration is pulling the trigger. Generally, Doctor Eliza builds her weapons into cybernetic limbs. That's where I come in. The prototypes are always bulky, inefficient and require lots of energy compared to the final products. So the Doctor's solution was simple: run the demonstration off of my power cell.

I sent the mental command which disengaged my right arm. There was a loud, "CLICK," and the clamps that kept my arm locked in place to the stud on my stump unlocked. I grabbed my disengaged right arm with my left hand and pulled if free from the stump. When attached, it's impossible to tell that my limbs are cybernetic prosthetics just by looking at them but the moment I detach them the difference is readily apparent, of course.

I set my right arm down and then picked up the prototype replacement arm with my left hand. Something was wrong. I had handled the prototype several times before when helping Doctor Eliza. The arm I was holding was not the same one I had helped the Doctor work on. I told her as much. "Doctor Eliza, pardon me but this isn't the same prototype you've been working on."

She looked over from where she was setting up several mannequins as targets. "What are you taking about? Of course that's the correct prototype. What else would it be?"

"But I've handled the prototype several times and this one is over three hundred grams heavier," I protested.

"Maralee, what has gotten into you lately?" she said. "Look, it's exactly where I left it last night. Do you think someone snuck in here overnight and switched the prototype? There's no way anyone broke in. Besides, what would be the point? Now just hook it up and do your job, please!"

I shrugged and did as I was told. It wasn't my job to think after all. I knew that I was correct about the prototype having been switched but Doctor Eliza made it clear she didn't want to hear it.

What happened next wasn't my fault, I had tried to warn her.

After the Doctor arranged the mannequins to her liking and I had the prototype installed on my right arm she made a call to Zaxie. "Okay, everything is set here. Send them in." She listened to Zaxie's reply for a moment before responding. "Okay, in that case send them in when they're finished with coffee." She hung up the phone and looked over at me, rolling her eyes. "Zaxie went and served coffee while they were waiting. Now we have to wait."

"I guess she felt bad making them wait for us," I replied.

"At least she didn't feel bad enough to offer them blowjobs," the Doctor said.

I was still thinking about oral sex as it applied to my relationship with Robin when the workshop door opened and a pair of women in business suits entered.

The Doctor coughed and shot a warning look at me. "Okay, stop daydreaming about sucking Robin's cock and wipe that dopey smile off your face. We have a job to do."

I immediately straightened up and gave the two corporate representatives a quick look-over. Other than the stern no-nonsense look about them and the matching suits they didn't look much alike, one being a brunette and the other a blonde nearly as tall as Doctor Eliza.

The Doctor nodded at the two. "Good morning, ladies. Sorry to keep you waiting. Well, why don't we just get to it? This will be the preliminary demonstration of the non-lethal weapon system that your company requested. Now it's far from being perfected but I believe it's serviceable enough for a test run. Enough to show you that things are headed in the right direction. Of course, after the demonstration I'll make all the data available to you."

The brunette spoke up. "That would be nice. Quite frankly, you've been running behind on this project from the beginning. Normally, by now we would expected you to be designing the final market model."

The Doctor didn't seem too concerned. "This is the first time anyone has asked for a non-lethal weapon system. I usually do flesh eating deathrays or plasma beams that can cut through ten meters of granite. Non-lethal requires more precision." She turned from the brunette and looked over at me. "Okay, Maralee, go ahead and stand in the circle over there and when I tell you to, fire at the targets. For now just use the lowest setting."

I stepped into the circle painted on the floor that the Doctor had indicated and faced the mannequins that she had put into place. I extended my right arm until I had the business end of the prototype pointed at the targets. "Okay, I'm activating the targeting sequencer now," I told the Doctor. The targeting overlay popped up and my field of vision became a grid of intersecting thin black lines. It took less than a second to paint the multiple targets. "I'm ready anytime now, Doctor."

"Do it," Doctor Eliza said.

The moment I fired I knew something was wrong. I heard a loud, "FOOMP FOOMP FOOMP," as I fired off multiple shots, like someone shooting a series of particularly large spitballs through a giant straw.

Several white pellets shot out the business end of the prototype and began expanding as they flew to their targets. Each one impacted their respective target, splattering in a froth of white foam which then dripped to the floor.

I was stunned. I wasn't sure what to expect but I knew something had gone drastically wrong. I risked a look over at the Doctor, she seemed to be in shock. Her gaze kept shifting back and forth between the business end of the prototype and the targets.

She opened her mouth as if to speak and then closed it again. This happened several more times before she found the ability to speak. "What just happened here?" She wasn't shouting. She didn't seem enraged or even all that angry. She was calm and collected. She was beyond mere rage, she was in shock.

'I told you so' didn't seem like the best answer. "Um, I'm really not sure, Doctor. I think- uh, that's weird." Suddenly, the targeting overlay shifted and Doctor Eliza and both corporate representatives were painted as targets. To my horror, the prototype swung to point at them with no command from me. I was no longer in control.

The Doctor was no longer calm. "Maralee! What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing it!" I yelled. "This thing is targeting you on its own! Run!"

However, it was too late. The prototype fired several more pellets, splattering Doctor Eliza from head to toe and scoring two perfect hits in the corporate representatives' faces.

"MARALEE! What the fuck!"

I was in a panic and I couldn't stop babbling. "I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I swear I didn't do this...."

Doctor Eliza glared at me. "You said earlier that the prototype's weight was off."

"Yes, three hundred grams," I said quickly, grateful not to have the Doctor's wrath fall on me.

"Someone switched the prototype," she said, turning away from me and stomping across the workshop. "Someone who lives in this house. TRINA! I'm gonna beat your ass!" She exited the workshop, slamming the door behind her.

"I don't suppose it would be too much to ask for some towels or something to clean up with," the brunette said.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" I said. I looked about the workshop, frantically searching for rags or towels for the two visitors to clean up with. Unfortunately, the only towels I saw were covered in grease or otherwise filthy. I thought about leaving the workshop to looking for some towels but decided against it. Leaving them alone in the workshop seemed like a bad idea. Plus, it might seem rude to them.

Of course, not giving them something to clean up with was also rude. I was at a loss for what to do. Then it struck me.

I disengaged the prototype and pulled it free from the stud on the end of my arm. After I set it down on the workbench I unbuttoned my shirt. It was a little difficult to do with just one arm but I managed. "I'm sorry that I don't have anything better to give you."

That was when the door to the workshop slammed open and Zaxie came in carrying a stack of towels. "Maralee, button that shirt back up. You won't be needing to give these ladies an eyeful." She handed towels to the two ladies in question.

"Bad timing. You should have waited a few more minutes," the blonde quipped as she wiped her face with a towel.

I'm not particularly smart but even I understood what the blonde was getting at. "I hate to disappoint you but my breasts aren't much to look at," I said to the blonde. "In fact, I really don't even need a bra. That's how tiny they are."

"Oh, Rhea here likes them small," the brunette said. "Telling her that you have tiny tits is pretty much a tease."

"Oh, do shut up, Kara," Rhea said. "I was just making a joke-"

"Ladies, if you will excuse us, I need to talk to Maralee here for a moment," Zaxie said. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the workshop and into the corridor leading to the rest of the house.

"So, what do you need to talk to me about?" I asked Zaxie.

"Doctor Eliza found out where Trina hid the actual prototype. She wants you to finish the demo for those two in there. Can you do that?"

"Well, yeah, sure," I said. "Of course I'll do it. But where is Doctor Eliza?"

"Having a little heart-to-heart with Trina. Interspersed with some vigorous open-hand-to-backside I imagine."

I gave her a blank look.

"Spanking."

"No way."

"Yes way," Zaxie said. "I think tonight would be a real good night to make yourself scarce. Maybe a sleep-over at Robin's?"

I shook my head. As much as I would have loved nothing more than spending a night with my girlfriend I had been avoiding just that very thing. There was no way I would be able to keep Robin discovering the truth about me if I slept in the same bed with her. "I really don't think that's a good idea," I said to Zaxie.

She narrowed her eyes, drilling me with a look of disapproval. "Don't you think it's about time you came clean with Robin?"

"But if I do she'll dump me!" I said. I didn't want to have this conversation with Zaxie. Coming clean with Robin was the last thing I wanted to do. Not only would I have to reveal my secret but I'd have to admit that I'd been lying to her all along.

I wasn't used to getting hard looks from Zaxie but at that moment her face looked like carved stone. "How long do you think you can keep this up?"

"For some time yet." It just popped out of my mouth. Generally, I use the all-important brain-to-mouth filter but sometimes things slip out. I may be a cyborg but I still make human mistakes.

"And the inevitable crash and burn? The prospect doesn't bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me!" I snapped. "But since it's inevitable, as you say, I want to extend the time I have left with her for as long as possible. Is it really that hard to understand?" I was left trembling after that outburst. I had never never yelled at Zaxie before.

"Well, at least you're speaking up for yourself," Zaxie said. "Too bad it's directed at the wrong person."

Needless to say I was chagrined. "I'm sorry, Zaxie. I know what you say is right. Absolutely and completely. And I know I'm being selfish. I know I'm deceiving Robin. I know that I'm a liar and a fraud."

"As the saying goes; knowing is half the battle," Zaxie said.

I shook my head. It wasn't going to be that easy. "No. You see, I know all those things. And even knowing them I fully intend to keep on doing what I'm doing. I know it makes me an evil liar. But I want to have Robin for as long as possible."

"Did it ever occur to you that even if Robin ends up not caring about your little secret she may well dump you for lying to her for so long?"

I was struck dumb by the idea. I had been so focused on my physical deformity for so long I never stopped to consider that Robin might break up with me over the lie itself while not caring that much about reason for the lie. The irony didn't escape me.

"Do you really want to keep living like this?" Zaxie asked with far more gentleness than I deserved.

"But what if she breaks up with me?"

"You say Robin is your girlfriend," Zaxie replied. "What kind of relationship do you have if every time you see her you have to lie about what you are?"

***

I knocked on the front door to Robin's apartment. From inside I heard Robin shout, "Hold on a second. I'll be right with you!" Moments later the door flung open to reveal Robin wearing terry cloth shorts and a thin t-shirt that ended above her mid-riff. "Maralee?"She looked at the overnight bag on my shoulder and glanced at my bike leaning against the wall in the hallway. She gave me a questioning look.

It was do or die time. I had spent every moment from the time I had talked to Zaxie to the time I had arrived at Robin's door trying to steel myself for the inevitable confrontation. However, in the face of the actual moment I found myself tongue-twisted and clumsy. "Uh, hey, Robin. I'm here to, um, that is, I was thinking...."

She waited patiently for me to continue. When it became apparent that I wasn't going to finish she prompted me. "Yes? You were thinking?"

"Well, Trina really messed things up today with some of the Doctor's clients and Zaxie said I should stay with you tonight. So can I?"

"Oh, Zaxie said that, did she?"

"No, well, yes, she said that," I said, mentally berating myself for being stupid. "But I want to stay here. With you. I mean, I'm really excited."

"Really now?"

"Oh yes!" I replied, vigorously nodding my head. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time!"

"Well, come on in then," she said, stepping away from the doorway to allow me to enter her apartment. "And do stop nodding your head like that. You'll hurt yourself. Besides, you look like a bobble-head."

I stepped into her apartment's entryway and she closed the door behind me. "So, where should I put this?" I asked, holding up my overnight bag.

"In my bedroom is fine," Robin said. "Here, hand it over, I'll put it away." She took the bag from and headed towards her bedroom through her apartment with me in tow. To the left of the entryway I could see though the doorway into her living room. However, she led me down the hallway to left. We passed several closed doors until we reached the door at the very end of the hallway. "So, why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Well, the short version is Trina sabotaged the demonstration the Doctor was giving for some corporate clients. Doctor Eliza was pissed of course but Trina's real target was me."

"She's a real cunt," Robin said. "I hate the way that bitch treats you."

"I'm not a big fan of her either but there isn't much I can do about it," I said.

"Sure there is," Robin said as she opened the door to her bedroom. Inside, she placed the bag on top of one of her dressers. "You don't mind sleeping here tonight, do you?"

"Huh? Of course not," I said as I looked around the room. Unlike mine, Robin's room was a clutter. Every available flat surface had been claimed by piles of books, unwashed coffee mugs and mounds of clothes. Even her bed was home to piles of blankets, pillows and clothes all twisted together into what appeared to be a giant rat's nest. A guitar sat in the far corner, propped up against a powerful looking speaker. Except for the full length mirror across from the bed the walls were covered with posters featuring various rock bands, none of which I recognized. I realized at that moment we didn't share musical tastes.

In contrast, my room was all but spartan except for the airplane and robot models that I had constructed years earlier to help me learn how to use my prosthetics and improve my dexterity. Not owning anything beyond the necessities made keeping my room neat and tidy an easy chore.

"So, gonna get undressed or what?"

I turned back to look at her. "What?"

"I said, are you going to get undressed," Robin said. "You're not planning on going to bed like that, are you?" she asked while waving a hand to indicate my long sleeve shirt and jeans.

"You go to bed this early?" I asked, looking at the clock on the bedroom wall. "It's not even eight yet."

"Of course I don't," Robin replied. "I just thought you might want to wear something more comfortable."