Bing. What could quite possibly be the most ungodly sound rang itself out of the speakers of the cyberdeck that had interrupted the silence of the dead room. What was formerly a dark screen was now an extremely bright light that tore the nested woman from her sleep; her grey eyes cracked open as she lazily looked at the screen that released a second ‘bing’, then another mere moments later. Instead of getting up and moving over to the screen, the woman simply shook her head and buried her face underneath the pillows that were so warm and comfortable in the nest she had made for herself in the nearly-weightless environment. She inhaled the soft scent of the linens, almost falling back to sleep before the ‘bing’ went off again, and with a groan, she pulled her way out of bed, the tee-shirt she had struggled into before bed ruffling her feathers as she walked. Without using hands, her eyes pulled up the AR interface keyed in the password of her account; the multiple screens flicked up and she was greeted to a single flashing window amidst the multiple articles on older plays, half-written sonnets and even the odd picture of a cute animal every here and there. With barely a flick of her eye, the window popped up, and a grouping of messages greeted her from the other person in the P2P network; Snakebutt.
Snakebutt: ‘Hey Featherbutt, you up?’
Snakebutt: ‘Seriously if you’re up you have to see this! :Y’
Snakebutt: ‘I have found the cutest guy on the station, he’s from sector 6 and he’s asleep in my bed! Pick up, I want you to see him!’
A fourth bing rang out as the newest message pulled itself up on the window (‘Come oooon, he’s snoring and his hair’s pink!’) and without hesitating, the bleary eyed woman responded with a simple ‘what’. There was no punctuation and no capitalization; she couldn’t be assed to use any at the hour that it was; mere seconds later a video-call was requested. She selected to accept, her own webcam popping on as she blearily looked at the AR screen. A quick ‘nice to see that again, did I interrupt some nice dreams?’ popped up in the chat window before she realized that her camera was pointed down and that her friend could see that she wasn’t wearing anything down below, giving a perfect view of her slightly reddened intimates reflecting in the light of the cyberdeck; so the feathered woman pushed the screen of the terminal up so that she could see herself in the small window before sending a message through the chat program; ‘What, show me so I can go back to sleep.’ The tired woman barely noticed that her dark hair was sticking up at many odd angles, but when she finally did, her arms came up and she pulled at her dark locks until they were partially manageable. After preening herself, she looked back to catch sight of the caramel-colored woman pouting into the camera. The brown woman’s voice gently rang out as she pouted, shaking the camera slightly, and the tired woman could clearly see that her friend was dressed down for the evening, which meant she caught a glimpse of brown nipples and scales. “You don’t have to seem so disinterested! Honestly Harper, you know I love sharing guys and he’s absolutely adorable. He paid for all of my drinks and then didn’t even ask to come inside after escorting me back to my room. I mean, honestly, how could I not invite him in?” The lyrical voice that was whispering the praises of the unknown man matched the excited face of the woman who was so interested in sharing everything she found, and it brought a faint smile to Harper’s face as her friend’s excitement got her excited. She could always count on the snake woman to make her grin, and with a smile on her face she shot a message through the chat window ‘Show me him already! You can tell me more after I see him.’
The window shifted slightly as it was fluidly pulled from its mounted position, and the tip of the other woman’s tail was visibly moving as she moved the camera through the larger room – being a naga meant that her friend got larger quarters, a larger bed, and more free space to move around in, so of course the room was bigger than Harper’s, but a few seconds of movement later through the blackened room the light flicked off and the colors changed to black and green. “Okay, shh, shh. He’s asleep in here, I had to disconnect the camera to get it here but seriously, look at him!” Harper leaned forwards despite not needing to as the screen was suddenly maximized in her field of view; she could see that the man was quite pretty before the camera cut out, leaving Harper confused. Multiple chat messages shot out on her end;
Featherbutt: ‘I can’t see.’
Featherbutt: ‘Seriously what happened?’
Featherbutt: ‘Heather are you teasing me?!’
“Shh. Watch.” Heather’s voice was incredibly low as the faint glint of red bounced off of her metallic wrist, and Harper’s mind processed the visual input quickly. Something was going on, Heather was reaching out and doing something – before the truth was illuminated, right before Harper’s eyes. Heather was gently rubbing her thumb over the elf’s elongated ear while he slept, and as she did so, his cheeks lit up; a brilliant pink glow shined on his face, his chin, his ears, and even his forehead as he slept. The soft features of the man’s jaw were illuminated, and Harper could clearly see that his face was entirely clear of even a single hair. The hair that was on his head, however, was framing his face in a purple and pink mix of neon colors that Harper couldn’t tear her eyes off of; thankfully she didn’t need her eyes to send a message.
Featherbutt: ‘He’s glowing’
Featherbutt: ‘Why is he glowing?’
Featherbutt: ‘He looks really young, is he legal?’
“Yes, he’s legal, he’s a dryad. They’re shorter than regular elves. Besides, don’t you look young, Miss birdbreasts?” Harper’s face turned to a frown as she crossed her wings across her own insignificant chest, remember how much smaller she was than the naga that was broadcasting for her. “Besides, you haven’t seen the best part of him. Hang on.” Harper could see a metal hand slowly pulling the covers down off of the man, revealing a tee that had several rainbows and a pastel-colored cartoon character on it. It was even cut for a frame that was fitting on a child, with ‘Go Evo Rangers!’ glittering in big letters on top of it; faintly illuminated by the pink glow coming from underneath his shirt.
Featherbutt: ‘Oh my god he’s only 13 at max you’ve done something illegal.’
“No, he’s not thirteen, he was ordering drinks.”
Featherbutt: ‘And you let him buy you drinks he looks like a kid. Oh my god he’s still wearing a shirt do you have glitter on your breasts?’
“…Well now that you’ve pointed that out, I guess I’m showering with him.”
Featherbutt: ‘That’s criminal, you’re a felon!’
“Quiet, you can’t make me laugh right now, this is really delicate.” The naga’s metal fingers slowly traced her way down to the hem of his shirt, gradually balling it up so that she could easily see his form. Unlike drawing down the covers, the brown woman had to carefully work her fingers slowly in order to move the garment further upwards. The delicate, boring process was something that was massively uninteresting for Harper, so she did what anyone would do in that situation; she stood up to grab her pillow, bringing it over to the AR screen so she could sit firmly upon it. Without being able to pick it up with hands, it took her some time, so by the time she refocused on the screen, Harper was greeted with the sight of pale flesh illuminated by a soft pink glow. Heather spoke yet again! “Look at him, Harp. He’s adorable, he’s totally cute, and he’s soft…” She leaned over to gradually press her lips against his chest, kissing up the flesh slowly until she reached his nipple, and with no ado, she pulled on it with her mouth. It was then that Heather’s hand moved out of view of the screen, and the blankets obviously shuffled.
Featherbutt: ‘What are you doing?’
Featherbutt: ‘Are you giving him a handjob?’
Featherbutt: ‘This is even worse than I thought, you’re a full-on predator.’
When the screen didn’t move, Harper’s eyes stared at it before sending another message;
Featherbutt: ‘At least let me see!’
“Oh, now the pervert wants to look. Sure, sure, hold on.” The camera actually shifted, but it turns out that instead of actually getting to work on the man that was asleep, Heather was just prepping everything for the moment. When the camera pulled what was hiding into view, Harper was greeted with the sight of a long, thin line of flesh, like the tendril of a plant; capped by an uncut foreskin and a small head. Underneath the cock, his hanging sack was relaxed and resting; he could only be tired from the amount of drive that Heather would have forced him to go through. To cap it all off, the head of his cock was glowing a faint pink as the consummation of their evening slowly dried.  Heather’s grin was evident as she leaned down to get her face right next to it, looking up at Harper and mouthing; “How’s it look? It’s impressive, right?”
Featherbutt: ‘It looks like a limp noodle.’
“Oh, it’s not thick enough for you?”
Featherbutt: ‘It just looks like a worm.’
“So you’re saying you’d eat it? Too bad, he’s mine.” Heather’s long tongue pushed its way free of her thick lips, just a flash of teeth showing in the green that Harper could see; it then gradually wrapped itself around the thin tool near her face. Muscle touched love muscle as Heather’s tongue gradually undulated, the slick and forked appendage flattening and widening in a slow, gradual pace that was meant to not wake the man that Heather was so carefully lavishing. With the faintest of movements, the naga’s mouth opened slowly, pulling the tip of the flesh towards her mouth before it closed at a snail’s pace, leaving her lips wrapped around her tongue and the tip of the man’s penis. The harpy couldn’t deny the redness in her cheeks as she watched the display, and she felt her hips twinge as the sound of a suckling kiss transmitted into her brain.
Featherbutt: ‘So what’s his name?’
Heather pretended not to see as she slowly pulled the head of the cock into her mouth while her free hand reached up to fondle the hairless sack that was hanging between the elf’s legs. She was attempting to ignore the pestering question; Harper was fully aware of how much she enjoyed doing what she did.
Featherbutt: ‘You know you can tell me.’
The only problem was that Harper enjoyed exactly what she was currently doing, too.
Featherbutt: ‘You always tell me.’
“Yuh infentunuhluh dong hssss.” Heather didn’t have AR gloves on, she couldn’t type a response with one hand cradling some extremely sensitive factories in one hand and a rather expensive night-vision camera in the other, not to mention the fact that she did sort of have her tongue wrapped around a cock. Just to get the horrific blinking of the chat window out of her image linked contacts, Heather let the dryad’s head and foreskin pop out of her mouth. “Hi’ nam’ Cahagua. Diggit to frons. Duh yuhkno hah hah ih ith tah tahk wif a cawk in yuh mouf?” She still didn’t let go of it with her tongue. 
Featherbutt: ‘Could you repeat that, I can’t understand you, you seem to be a little tongue tied.’
Even if she was enjoying teasing the woman, Harper was invested in the scene before her. Her eyes were locked to the woman and the cock, her hips gradually working to and fro as she crossed her talons underneath the pillow she was sitting on, because what was a minor irritation when she had woken up was now a complete mess of a situation. Her grey pupils were soaking in all the information that was being streamed to her; she was horny and wanted more. When she watched Heather roll her eyes and begin working her mouth back and forth over the head of the cock, her own lips parted slightly, her own tongue drifting out to lick them. It was only when Heather pulled her tongue free of the lengthening shaft with faint smile at the camera now that her mouth was unoccupied did Harper notice something was off. Instead of letting him remain free, however, she wrapped her metal hand around his shaft, jerking him off slowly as she looked at the camera, deliberating before speaking; “Enjoying yourself there, featherbutt?”
Featherbutt: ‘What?’
“I can see you humping your pillow, opening your mouth. You’re practically drooling.” Harper’s eyes flashed to the camera before her cheeks shot red, and she shook her head, prompting a soft; “Uh-huh. Right. I’m completely sure you’re not humping your pillow.”
Featherbutt: ‘Shut up and suck him off more.’
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Heather’s mouth slowly opened as she slid her tongue down from the very tip of his shaft all the way down to his sack – Harper watched as she slowly reached around and suckled not just one, but both of his testicles into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue and suckling enough to pull them away from his body. 
By now, Harper didn’t give a shit. She was working her hips fully, grinding back and forth against the pillow in a mad race so that she could actually peak before something interrupted her. She was close, and from the way the shaft swelled, she could see he was close. Harper could see that Heather’s eyes were closed, but instead of warning her, she instead leaned forwards, dropping her butt onto the pillow fully and rotating her hips in wide circles. She was still going at it when the elf’s hips jerked, and pink fired into the air, coating Heather’s hair before she could pull back; the naga’s face was illuminated by bright pink semen as she came down onto his cock and worked her throat, swallowing his nocturnal emission down. When she was finished, she gave a small swallow, looking at the camera and Harper. “So…how was it?”
Harper only had one response she could prep. She knew something was up with Heather’s camera and commlink, so she took a chance, quickly sucking in air and letting out a brisk “CAW!”
The look on Heather’s face was priceless, but it only got better when she heard a sleepy voice call out; “G…good morning? Wait, is that a camera?!”