Elise Olisbos (c) 2013 | email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend. Don't post this anywhere else or for profit. Feedback is more than welcome. Check the codes for story content. ------------------------------ Title: Biofeedback (Chapter 1) Author: Elise Olisbos Keywords/Codes: Beast, futanari/dickgirl, teen/adult Summary: Science is awesome. This chapter contains: teen, Female/girl, sci-fi, toys Chapter 1 - Preliminary Testing Clea got a vid-mail from her dad the moment she finished her homework. "Hey Clea." The tired but handsome face of her father, the celebrated terraforming scientist Dr. Worthy Mason, materialised within the tiny screen on her desk. His image had travelled so many miles away, from the Demeter, a massive ship in orbit around the Galilean moon Europa. "Hope you finished your homework," the recording said and Clea grinned, rolling her eyes. "There's a team going to the surface in a few hours, wish me luck. I'll tell your mother in another message." "She's not my mother," Clea said, without any heat. "I know, she's not your mother." Worthy's dark eyes twinkled as if he was amused at knowing Clea's rebuttal. "I'm sorry I had to leave you guys so soon after the wedding, but I know you and Ronny are getting along all right. Send me a vid-reply, so I have something to look forward to when I get back from the surface, okay? Til next time." The three-dimensional image froze and then faded. Clea said, "Set up reply," and the little screen glowed blue in response to the command. "Record." She waited as numbers flashed, counting down from five, and at one, she smiled and said, "Hey Dad. Yes, I did my homework. Principal Schuyler sent back my grades last night. I got A's for everything, but Biomech and Robotic Networks are my favourites right now." She knew her father would groan at that. He was always insisting that Tectonics and Geoforming should always be among her favourites. He would show off the video to his shipmates, though, proud of his daughter managing subjects meant for people twice her age. "Ronny and I are great," Clea continued. "Don't worry. She's working hard on her new microfeedback system." At this point, Worthy would probably be bursting with pride at the achievements of his wife as well. Dr. Veronica 'Ronny' Snakeflower worked in the field of biomechatronics. Nearly all of the developments of the young doctor were used to make enhance many people's lives. Indeed, some of her work transcended mere replacement for assistance. As soon as Clea signed off with their customary "'til next time," and ordered her message to be sent, she heard Ronny's disgruntled voice over the house intercom. "Clea, are you busy?" "No." Clea swiped her fingers across the surface of her desk, terminating all the software she'd been using to research and write. "I need your help. Get down here." Clea felt a curl of excitement in the base of her stomach. Going to Ronny's labs were usually the highlight of her day. She stepped out of her room and headed for the lift which would carry her down from the sleeping level, past the living and dining area, and ended up at the level for her parents' labs. She glanced down before she exited the lift, eyeing her loose, sleeveless dress critically. It was a buttery yellow colour, complementing the milk-chocolate shade of her skin. Ronny said she liked seeing Clea in that shade, and that the girl had been wearing a yellow shirt when Worthy had taken her home to meet his daughter five years ago or so. Clea didn't even remember what she'd been wearing, but she did know that she'd felt an irresistible magnetism to Ronny. She'd stared at the woman's long, blue-black hair, her caramel coloured skin and her narrow, sharp features. Pleased by their civility, Worthy had dated Ronny, and then proposed to her a little after two years, leading to a quick wedding. Even though Ronny was about half his age, about twenty-six or so at the time, there was an intelligent maturity about her that he said he loved...and to which Clea could relate. Clea's emotions in regard to her father's quiet genius of a fiancee were so complex and intense, that she couldn't stop herself from crawling into Ronny's bed in the guest-room a few nights before the wedding, wriggling under the sheets and pressing herself against the woman's strong body. Ronny had insisted on having her own space when spending the night at the Mason residence. Worthy liked to amuse Ronny, and Clea had taken the opportunity to creep inside now and again, gazing down at Ronny's sleeping face, wanting to touch her and not daring to. That night had been different. Clea had rubbed up against Ronny's side, feeling dampness gather down between her legs. Ronny had shifted and woken with surprising speed, going up on one arm and staring down at Clea. Her long, smooth black hair was messy, and her brown eyes were very dark in the low light. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her gaze feeling warm as it tracked down to where Clea's thin night-shirt was rucked up past her waist. "I just...wanted to..." Clea didn't have a good answer. Ronny didn't say anything for a few beats and then moved her hand, carefully sliding it down between the waistband of the loose shorts Clea liked to wear to bed. Ronny breathed deeply and said, "Is this what you wanted?" as her fingers stroked the pouting lips of the girl's cunny. Clea made a soft sound in the back of her throat; Ronny's fingers felt good as they kept stroking, and Clea shifted, pressing her heels together and pulling them closer her body, letting her slim legs fall open wider. Ronny obliged this blatant offering of young flesh, the both of them breathing sharply as the older woman's fingers dipped inside Clea's slit, flicking gently at the little button of pleasure. Clea had let out a loud gasp, and Ronny leaned down quickly, smothering any other sound with her lips. Clea revelled in the feeling of Ronny's lips against hers, and Ronny's tongue flickering inside her mouth. Her hips rocked back and forth as Ronny fingered her. After Clea shook her way through her first orgasm, Ronny had taken her hand, showing her how to plunge her fingers in and out of Ronny's cunt, smearing the copious juices against Ronny's protruding clit, until the woman covered her mouth as she came. Clea was greedy for the smell and taste of Ronny, and Worthy's stringent preparation for Demeter's launch had given her ample opportunity to indulge her desires. Ronny was mostly eager to assist, except when working on her experiments. Then, Clea had to sulkily finger herself as Ronny wandered around her labs, muttering numbers and theories. Clea smiled to herself now as she pressed her palm to the access-panel for the door of Ronny's labs; it recognised her palm-print and allowed the door to swing open. The doctor was standing in front of a table opposite the door. Ronny wore a pale-green lab coat, her hair in a long braid that hung down to the middle of her back. When she turned around, Clea saw she was completely naked, and one of her new inventions securely lodged into the slit of her pussy. Clea took a moment to appreciate the curves of Ronny's body, and the large cock hanging between her legs. This was Ronny's latest invention: a dildo that felt and acted like a real penis, even transferring sensation to the wearer's body and brain. This, out of all of Ronny's work, was the one that sold the best, popular due to the fact that it could be worn permanently or just for short sessions at a time. "Femdick, Mark VI," Ronny said with a grin and wriggled her hips. The realistic-looking dick flopped from side to side. The straps that held it in place were practically invisible, and the section which was inserted had tiny, self-directing circuits which attached themselves to the clit and initiated biofeedback: arousal and orgasm were registered and displayed in the biomechanical phallus. Indeed, as Clea stared at it, it stiffened and twitched. Ronny wrapped a hand around it and began to jerk it slowly. "I need you to help me test the biofeedback," Ronny said. "Okay." Clea walked over to an alcove in which a large, low bed was housed, for when Ronny was working all through the night and couldn't bother to make her way upstairs. She took off her dress in one quick motion, dropping the garment to the floor and climbing onto the bed. Resting back against the pillows, she drew her knees up and parted her legs, brushing the thick strands of her hair out of her face while letting her other hand slide over one bare mound of a breast, the nipple jutting out in a sharp point, down her side and between her legs. "I'm ready," she said, unnecessarily. Ronny gave her a quick smile, shedding her lab-coat and striding over to the alcove, her fake cock bobbing as she walked. The woman kneeled between the young girl's legs, glancing at the bald slit. She slid down onto her belly, put Clea's slender thighs over her shoulders and began to eat out the girl's already dripping cunny, savouring the flavour of her juices. Clea moaned lightly as Ronny's tongue traced over the sensitive lips of her cunt, both inner and outer. She rocked her hips up and down, rubbing as much as possible into Ronny's mouth. Ronny's tongue flickered against the little erect button of her clit and Clea actually cried out, reaching down one hand to grip a handful of Ronny's hair, grinding the older woman's face down against her cunt, just the way both of them liked it. Ronny pulled back sharply, her lips shiny with spit and Clea's juices. Smiling, she went up to her knees, shuffling up so that Clea's legs were spread wide over the tops of her thighs. Grasping the now erect prosthetic cock, she rubbed the flared head of it against Clea's slit. The girl whimpered, and went up on her elbows to stare at the surprisingly large dick, stroking up and down, parting the quivering flesh. She'd helped test Ronny's cocks before, but this version was the most real one yet: silky-soft and warm, yet throbbing and hard. It even smelled real, an arousing musk that mixed with the scent of Clea's own dripping pussy. "Like that, baby?" Ronny leaned forward to suckle on on of Clea's small tits, the nipple hardening almost painfully in the woman's mouth. Wisps of Ronny's thick hair tickled Clea's skin as she switched over to the other breast, nipping it to hardness as well. "Feels good?" "Yeah." Clea was a little breathless, squirming a little in an attempt to get that dick actually inside her. "Feels real good." "All right." Ronny braced herself on one arm over Clea, palm pressed to one side of the girl's head. With the other hand, she guided the cock into Clea's eager young body, her eyes intent on Clea's face. Clea bit her lip at the sensation of Ronny's big prick widening her tight wet channel. Ronny didn't go all the way in, but pulled back until the head almost slipped out of Clea, and then thrust in again. "Yeah," Clea whispered, trying to rock her hips in time with Ronny's ever-deepening thrusts. "Oh, oh, fuck," she moaned, almost sobbing with the sensation radiating from Ronny's cock inside her. Ronny was braced on both elbows now, holding her weight above Clea and fucking in earnest, her bigger tits brushing against Clea's barely-there mounds. The sound of sweaty flesh slapping together filled the small alcove. Clea's legs were tight around her step-mother's hips. She clawed down Ronny's back, writhing as her young cunt throbbed and drooled around the thick fuck-meat pistoning inside her. Ronny hissed at the lines of pain created by Clea's nails. She grabbed her wrists, pinning them to either side of her head and kept thrusting hard as Clea bucked beneath her, crying out as her orgasm ravaged her slim frame. "So fucking tight," Ronny said, grunting between each word as she dealt hard thrusts to the still-quivering pussy. "Ngh! Fuck...yes! I'm cumming!" The cock was doing its job just as she designed it, sending rapid messages between her own cunt and her brain. The sensation of Clea's sweet wet cunny was incredible. The more Ronny tweaked her patented biofeedback system, the more intense it felt. She couldn't wait to try it up her girl's ass. Underneath Ronny's wildly thrusting body, Clea lay shuddering, over-sensitive now and whimpering as Ronny continued to pound into her. Ronny tensed and let out a sharp groan, jerking fitfully. Clea flinched as she felt a few warm spurts of thick liquid shoot inside her already sodden and used pussy. Ronny collapsed atop her and they lay there for a few gasping moments, trying to get their breath back. Ronny rolled from atop the girl after a short while, her cock softened and slipping out. She noted with approval the small stream of synthetic cum that trickled out of Clea's puffy slit. "What's this?" Clea asked, her voice sleepy as one of her hands fluttered between her legs, collecting the flow of jizz and bringing it up to her nose for a quick sniff. "Oh. You managed to get the ejaculation right?" "Not quite," Ronny answered, idly playing with one of the girl's coarse curls. "But I think I'm getting close, especially with the biofeedback." "It felt great to me." Clea snuggled up against the older woman, trying to get out of the wet spot. She pressed her damp crotch against Ronny's cock, which twitched in response. The motor control in that thing was amazing, but the slight frown between Ronny's thick eyebrows indicated her ever-present obsession to get it perfect. "I think I need to go back into the feedback protocols, establish a new baseline," Ronny muttered. Clea sighed. "How would you do that?" She asked, more than halfway to sleep. The room was cool, and she raised one arm lazily, making the hand signals that activated the room's temperature control system. Comfortably warm, she tucked herself against the older woman again and drifted off. In the middle of her doze, Ronny muttered, "I'll call Tamlin." She moved to get out of bed, and Clea clung tight. "In the morning," Clea said, more of a plea than a command. Ronny lay back, grudgingly. "In the morning," she agreed, already thinking about the message she'd craft to her mentor. More testing; she'd use Tamlin's top-secret hybrid and her step-daughter's pussy to perfect her inventions. Ronny grinned to herself as she lay with Clea. Science was so wonderful. ------------------------------ email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend.