Notes:
Inspired by 'Surrogates', in which people can transfer their consciousness into biomechanical dolls/bodies. Crossposted to: Futanaripalace.com; Hentai-Foundry.com; Literotica.com.
Contains:
futanari(dickgirl)/female, sci-fi themes
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>>Surrogate Wireless Neural Link integrated. Model SSN-A-PSK-87943-498 activated. Operator, please initiate a feedback-check. Would you like a feedback check tutorial?<<
"Fuck, no," Candi Carter said as she reclined in the life-support cradle, one foot tick-tocking back and forth with great impatience. "This isn't exactly my first time around, shit-for-brains."
The Neural Link software considered this response, and seemed to accept the negative option. Candi closed her eyes, and her consciousness filtered slowly from her natural body to the one that had been created according to her detailed specifications. She had forked over a lot of credit for this new body, especially with the hot new modification.
This was her third Surrogate; Candi was pretty used to the feedback check when activating a new biomechanical body. As soon as her consciousness was fully encapsulated in the new Surrogate, she began flexing her fingers and toes, gauging the amount of feeling. She raised the smooth, pale hands and ran them down over large, gravity-defying tits, grinning at the realistic pebbling of her nipples.
"Nice," she said, and then looked down the new naked body at her crotch. She couldn't bend over too far, because the body was still plugged into the charging station, right beside her two older Surrogate bodies, but she saw what she needed to see. "Oh,
yeah
."
Dangling loosely between beautiful thighs was a nicely formed cock, the new modification that was going to be all the rage. A cock on a female Surrogate body! It was insane; the first time she saw it advertised, she wanted to be the first to have it. Her usual physical modifications were those vaguely based on her own natural looks and were simply a matter of adjusting certain external aesthetics, but this modification included some complex systems programming.
It was pretty expensive, because those nerds up at the Division kept bleating about how they had to find a way to connect the female psyche to the idea of having a male organ attached between their legs, and how to 'control' it. That was petty bullshit, Candi thought, just as much as those transgendered fucks made noises about how the development in technology was perfect for people who had body-identification issues. Fuck them. This model was all the newest on the block, and only those with the most credits and the best connections won the game.
Like Candi. She glanced over at the life-support cradle and wrinkled her nose. Unlike the Surrogates she ordered, her real body was slender and unimpressive, almost boyish in form. In
this
form, with its unbelievable hourglass figure, long black wavy hair, sparkling grey eyes and ethereally pale skin, she was a knockout. She hardly spent time in her real body, anyway, except for its daily exercise. It held her physical brain, of course, but that was the extent of the appeal it held for her.
As soon as they perfected the technology to maintain human consciousness indefinitely in a Surrogate body, without the risk of irreversible psychosis, Candi was outta there. Who needed to deal with the frailty of biological bodies when the Surrogates were stronger, tougher, faster, sexier...
better
in every single way? Not Candi Carter, that was for fucking sure. Her family's company designed and built the tiny chips that were the powerful basis of the Neural Link. Without their work, operators couldn't connect to their Surrogates. Well, 'their work' meaning that of her parents and older siblings, Candi couldn't bother with all that hard shit.
A small
ping
from the charging station indicated that the Surrogate was fully powered. Candi stepped off the small dais, and stared at the soft breathing of the natural body. That wasn't her
real
body. Her real bodies were the Surrogates, which didn't need to breathe at all.
She had to call Santao, and show off this shit.
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"You bitch," Santao said in a breathless little voice, his eyes wide as Candi paraded in front of the holo-vid, naked. "How'd you get that model so fucking
fast
?"
"Pre-order, assface," Candi said and struck a pose. "Got the right number of credits, get to the front of the line. That's how the world works, didn't you know?"
"I'm hard as a rock right now, lemme tell you," Santao said. Candi giggled; the holographic image of her best friend wavered a little bit as he reached into his boxers and fondled his dick. "I mean, cocks don't do it for me, but on
this
surro? It's fucking hot. You test-drive the merchandise yet?"
"Of course! Jerked off a few minutes ago."
"How was it?"
Candi strolled over to her large bed, flopping onto it and rolling on her side. The dick, limp and soft, rested against her thigh.
"It was so good, Tao. I came and came so much out of my dick, and rubbed some of the cum in my cunny. It felt really amazing."
"I hate you," Santao said, his arm moving rapidly as he continued to jack off. "I wanna fuck you, though."
"Later." Candi sat up and squinted at him playfully. "We
have
> to go out to the Regency and put this surro to good use."
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The Regency had three levels: the ground level was called the George, and it was a club that catered to those with lower-end Surrogates, or those who hadn't had recent upgrades, or even those who walked around in their natural bodies. Candi didn't want those losers touching her, so she walked around a back corridor and down a staircase, Santao in tow. They descended past the Anne level and emerged into a massive, opulent space of the Sophia floor. Private cubicles with silken curtains surrounded a gilt-edged dance-floor; in the corners, beautiful women and men danced in hanging cages.
"Hello, Miss Carter, Mr. Torreno," the host said with a small smile. "Your usual seat?"
"Of course," Candi told him haughtily, throwing a mocking look over her shoulder at Santao, who rolled his eyes. "Remember when we were in senior year in high school, and we snuck out from home to come here, Tao?"
"That was just a few months ago, you dizzy slut," Santao reminded her. The host stopped at one of the bigger compartments and pulled away the curtains with a flourish. A low, wide dais was completely covered with a massive pillow, which in turn had a pile of smaller cushions scattered over it. This compartment was reserved especially for Candi and her friends, and she shrugged off the large coat she wore, throwing it at the host. She wore a simple black dress, but it was dangerously short, tight and showed off more of the swell of her massive, plush tits that was strictly necessary. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and clambered onto the comfortable platform, not removing the high heeled black boots which clung to her thighs.
She well knew that relaxing on the dais this way would reveal her cock to anyone who was looking, and the thought made her cunt went and her dick begin to ooze pre-cum.
"You just love the attention, don't you?" Santao said as he climbed up as well. Santao brushed a hand through his dark blue curls before snuggled up to Candi, sliding a hand up her thighs. His arms were covered with dark tattoos which changed colour according to his mood. Candi like that mod, but she didn't think it would suit her.
She let her legs fall open a bit more, and Santao made a face when his hand brushed against her hard cock.
"Told you, I'm not about the cock at all."
"You want the pussy, you gotta go past the sentry," Candi retorted and laughed at Santao's mock-sour expression. He gave her dick a single quick stroke, and then slid down his hand quickly to toy with the fleshy lips of her cunt. The Surrogate body generated bodily fluids so realistically, and so much of it! When she'd used the dick that first time, it seemed it had spat out gallons of sticky cum onto her bed. She'd probably have to get a fluid-replenishment very soon.
"Hey," Santao said as he fingered Candi slowly. "Look over there, isn't that Grace Weston?"
"Where?!" Candi went up on her elbows, gazing at the other compartments. People were dancing in a desultory fashion, blocking her view.
"There, look." Santao pushed two fingers right up in her even as he jerked his head in a direction opposite to their location. "Didn't you have a thing with her?"
"Oh,
she
had a thing for
me
," Candi lied, trying to catch a glimpse of Grace Weston's dark hair. Some of the dancers shifted out of the way, and Candi actually started a little when Grace's gaze suddenly met hers.
In this town, the Westons were just as inventive and prosperous as the Carters, and Grace's philanthropy was well-known in the whole state. Grace was just a fucking goody-two-shoes, as far as Candi was concerned.
Candi hummed as Santao's fingers played in her pussy, deftly avoiding her cock. She grabbed his wrist suddenly and pulled it out and away from herself, ignoring his complaints.
"You're a tease, Candi," he said, but there was little heat behind his words. "You see Grace, and you don't know what to do with yourself."
"That's not true," Candi said, staring over at Grace, who had turned away to talk to her companions. "Santao, either that stupid bitch has a true-to-natural surro, or she's not in one at all. Who let her down here like that?"
"Westons go anywhere they like," Santao reminded her. "Just like Carters. And Torrenos."
"Whatever." She slid to the edge of the dais and swung her legs off the edge, ineffectually tugging down the hem of her dress. She had an erection and the thick outline was obvious through the material to anyone who looked...and they all should be looking, anyway.
"Where are you going?" Santao asked, frowning at her. Candi waved a hand back at him as she strode away. He'd get another girl in there soon enough. Santao was resourceful like that.
