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Title: Feedback
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirl, fingering, handjob, oral,
dubious consent, non-con
Summary: A spoiled young woman has a new Surrogate body, with a
cock; she meets up with an old flame.
Other Notes: Inspired by 'Surrogates', in which people can
transfer their consciousness into biomechanical dolls/bodies.
Crossposted to: Futanaripalace.com; Hentai-Foundry.com;
Literotica.com.





>>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. Inthis
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.

+

"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."

+

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.

Candi shoved people out of her way until she got to Grace's
compartment. She leaned against the supporting wall and stared at
all of Grace's little friends, who glanced expectantly at Grace,
who was perched at the edge of the padded dais, legs tucked
neatly underneath herself. She nodded and twitched her shoulders,
almost imperceptibly. As one, they roused themselves from the
cushions and melted away, heading either for the dance-floor or
other compartments.

Candi just kept on staring at Grace, who was indeed in her
natural body. Usually Candi thought it was pathetic and gross to
be like that, but Grace made it look elegant. She didn't possess
the smooth paleness that Candi paid so much for, but had skin the
colour of rich honey, and dark brown eyes.

Finally, Candi said, in sultry tones: "Grace Weston."

One of Grace's dark eyebrows arched up in greeting. "Cassandra
Carter," she murmured, brushing wisps of wavy hair from her face.
She wore a black dress as well, but hers was very long, clinging
along her slender body all the way. The neckline plunged in a
deep vee to reveal the inner curves of her breasts, but she still
managed to emanate an air of sweet wholesomeness.

"It's Candi now. Cassandra's too old-fashioned," Candi said as
she sat on the bed close to Grace.

"I've always liked it," Grace said. "But I guess if it's Candi
now..."

"It is." Candi leaned close, sniffing at the unique scent of real
sweat. Surrogates didn't have that. "Why aren't you in a
Surrogate?"

Grace shrugged. "Felt like being myself today."

"But you're still yourself in a Surrogate."

"More like myself, then," Grace said, and she didn't sound as
defensive as Candi thought she should have. "I know you hate your
natural body, but not everyone is like you."

"They should be." Candi ran both hands over her massive breasts,
smirking as Grace's gaze snapped to the movement. "Like my new
surro?"

"The SSN-A Model?" Grace smiled. "I got a chance to work on those
when I interned at the Division this summer."

"You interned?" Candi wrinkled her nose. "Your parents could give
you your own floor at the Division, if you wanted."

"I wanted to intern before I went off to college." Grace's
expression was very grave; Candi had always hated and admired
that solemn intensity about her. "Just because my family works
for the Division doesn't mean I get to do what I want. I really
want to learn."

"So what did you learn about this model?" Candi licked her lips,
watching how Grace's eyes followed the motion.

"Well, the psyche-integration protocols were kind of a pain. And
the 'A' in the model name stands for Aphroditus," Grace said,
still looking at Candi's perfectly sculpted lips. She raised her
gaze to lock with Candi's. "You know where that comes from,
right?"

"Of course I know," Candi lied. "What do you take me for, some
kind of dizzy bitch?"

"No, never."

Slightly thrown off by Grace's quick and direct answer, Candi
rallied back with a seductive leer. "Did you get a chance to try
out one of these Aphroditus models?"

Grace shook her head, smiling a little. Candi put her hand on
Grace's arm, feeling the soft natural warmth.

"You want to try mine?" Candi asked, leaning close. "As in, this
cock in your cunt. You'll be my first, you know. Well, not my
first-first, you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," Grace said, still with that small smile.
"You were always my first-first."

Candi leaned back, staring at Grace's mild expression. She never
could have figured Grace out, not even when they used to finger
each other all over the place at school. Candi always had a
feeling that Grace was never really fully hers, and it pissed her
off a little.

Candi managed to find her voice and say, "Come back with me to my
place. I'll fuck you hard, you'll love it."

Grace licked her lips, and said, "Okay. But what about Tao?"

"What about him?" Candi asked, a little unkindly. She turned and
looked over her shoulder, where Santao had not one, not two, but
three voluptuous girls in his booth, one kneeling over and
slurping hungrily around his thick cock while the other two
watched, finger-fucking each other in a way that might have
severely injured a natural human body, fingers plunging roughly
past dripping, fat cunt-lips. "He's fine. Let's go."

She tugged gently on Grace's arm, mindful of the strength of a
Surrogate against the delicate bones of a regular human. Grace
rose willingly and they walked together up the stairs; she was so
tiny, a whole head shorter than Candi in her biomechanical body.
Candi could hardly wait to push her new meaty pole up inside the
other girl's tight snatch. Candi had a small, almost devious
smile on her face even as they exited the Regency and boarded her
vehicle, a quick little thing with a bubble-roof. The vehicle
blurred the transparency of the glass at her request, and obeyed
her orders to return to her home.

Candi wasted no time on the drive home trying to get Grace as wet
and ready as possible. She pulled the other girl close, kissing
her deeply even as she snaked her hand up the long dress and
pushed aside the material of the other girl's panties, stroking
Grace's cunt-lips. Grace moaned and opened her legs even more,
gasping as one of Candi's fingers slipped inside her, then
another.

"Nngh, yes," Grace panted, wriggling helplessly. Candi pulled
down the neckline of Grace's dress, and dived down to take a
distended nipple, licking and biting it relentlessly. Grace
grabbed at her head almost helplessly and Candi switched over to
the other one. Candi's cock leaked thinly translucent streams of
bio-liquid.

Candi didn't notice that the vehicle had reached her apartment
complex until she felt the soft bump of it entering the lift to
her penthouse. Grace pushed her away, tugging her dress back into
place. Her skin seemed to glow with sweat and her eyes were
bright. Candi licked the side of her face, smiling as Grace made
a sound of faint complaint.

The lift reached her floor, and the bubble-roof peeled back just
as the lift-door slid open. Grace swung out her legs and walked
quietly inside Grace's penthouse, looking around the large, open
space. Candi walked up behind her, pressing her erect cock into
the small of Grace's back.

"Ready?" she asked, even as she was tugging up Grace's dress.
Grace nodded.

"Sure," she said, and then: "Model SSN-A-PSK, initiate operator
lock-down and control transfer procedures."

Candi felt her whole body freeze, and a voice that sounded
suspiciously like the flat, gender-neutral one used for the
Neural Link software came out of her mouth against her will:
"Operator lock-down. Model number 87943-498 awaiting control
transfer user name and security passcode."

Grace turned around, looking up into Candi's frozen face, a small
smile playing around her lips.

"User name: Weston, Grace Sophia. Passcode: Golf Whiskey Echo
Sierra Tango 05-0-10 Charlie Oscar November Tango Romeo Oscar
Lima."

"Override accepted," Candi's mouth said. "Operator Control
transferred. System locked to voice commands from new operator,
Grace Sophia Weston."

"Edit system settings," Grace said. "Return vocal control to
Operator Cassandra Carter."

"System edit accepted," Candi said in that toneless voice, and
then her real voice shook as she said, "What the fuck did you do
to me?"

"It's a security override the Division can provide to the police
or the army if an Operator goes berserk," Grace said,
conversationally. "Most Division employees don't know about it,
don't worry. I managed to sneak in my own codes with the
psyche-protocols of this series. Follow me."

"Why?" Candi hated the plaintive way she sounded, as she trudged
after Grace towards her bedroom. "Why would you put in your own
codes?"

Grace threw her a sly look over her shoulders. "I have this ex,
see? She likes to get the latest Surrogates and mods. I figured
if I played my cards right, I could catch her in a nice little
trap."

"You're not as nice as I thought you were," Candi said from
between clenched teeth. Grace laughed, a happy, clear sound.

"I never told you I was nice."

Candi followed her into her own bedroom, and stopped when Grace
told her to. She watched as Grace stepped past the charging
stations which held her other Surrogates, and stopped in front of
the life-support cradle which held Candi's real body.

"Look at yourself," Grace said softly. Candi did as she was
commanded; she stared at the thin, pale limbs splayed loosely in
the gentle curve of the cradle. Her real body was carelessly clad
in a thin, formless shift which did nothing to hide the bare rise
of her small breasts, topped by large dark nipples. Her black
hair was long and matted, almost completely obscuring her small
face.

"The natural human body is such a thing of wonder," Grace said,
brushing the uncombed hair away and looking at Candi's real,
gently breathing body with affection. She undid the fastenings of
the shift, parting them gently to display the form Candi hated so
much.

Candi top-lip curled in disgust. "You sound like one of those
stupid Naturalites," she said, and Grace shook her head as she
fiddled with the controls for the cradle. With a mechanical
whirr, the cradle raised in the air and tilted back even more.
The skinny legs of Candi's real body fell open, displaying the
bush-covered pussy lips. Candi's cock, still hard and dripping
thick gobs of pre-cum, twitched as Grace leaned against the
life-support cradle and bent forward, pushing the skinny legs
even wider, giving Candi's hairy cunt a quick kiss.

Candi breathed hard as Grace used her thumbs to pull apart the
outer lips, revealing the lush pink flesh inside. Grace's tongue
laved those inner lips over and over. Now and again she pressed
her entire mouth right against Candi's pussy, moaning hard as she
ate her out. Candi's cock now stood fully out, just as
programmed, jutting from underneath the short hem of her dress.

Grace raised her head after a few minutes of this, her mouth
slick with spit and the pussy-juices of Candi's cunt. Without
straightening, she pulled up her dress, revealing the black
thong.

"Take off my panties, and fuck me," she commanded. "You can take
off your dress and shoes."

Candi ripped her dress, so eager she was to remove it, and pulled
down the zippers of her boots, kicking them away. She pulled
Grace's thong out of the cleft of her ass, pulling it down her
legs with far more care than she had shown her own clothing. She
grasped Grace's ass, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her
buttocks and pulling them apart to reveal her tightly puckered
anus. Candi had to bend a little to compensate for their height
difference, and her thick long cock rested in the groove of
Grace's ass, the leaking cum pooling in the small of her back.

"Not my asshole," Grace said, almost in a scolding manner as
Candi slid her cock back and forth in the warm groove. "My pussy.
Wait, let me fix something."

She pressed another control for the cradle, and it lowered again.
Grace climbed up into it, going on her hands and knees right over
Candi's prone real body. With a groan, Candi placed the flared
head of her dripping prick right at Grace's cunt lips. She pushed
in slowly, fascinated at the sensation and sight of her meat
parting Grace's pussy, the tight heat clenching around throbbing
cock.

Grace moaned as Candi pulled out almost completely and pushed in
again. Their combined juices pattered out onto Candi's pussy,
moistening the mass of pubic hair. Candi pulled out and pushed in
faster and faster, panting. It felt so good, and she groaned as
Grace clenched around her.

"Y-yes," Grace hissed, and she had one hand pressed to her clit,
rubbing it quickly. "Fuck! Yes, your cock is so big and hot,
Candi, you want to come inside my tight pussy?"

"Yeah," Candi panted, gripping tightly on Grace's hips. "You're
so tight, you little bitch, I'm going to fill you up with cum."

"I don't think so," Grace said, and to Candi's confused dismay,
she continued, "Stop fucking me. Take out your dick."

"Nooo," Candi moaned, even as she obeyed and pulled her thick
pole out of Grace, dripping thick cum.

"Now, put it inside yourself. Inside your real body, Cassandra."

"No! You fucking bitch, no!" Candi tried to resist, but her body
moved despite her shouts and curses. She gasped as she pushed
inside her own cunt. It was even tighter than Grace's, barely
moistened by Grace's saliva. She fucked up into the quiet body,
still clutching Grace's hips.

Grace said, very quietly, "Model SSN-A-PSK, initiate safe mental
disconnect of Operator Cassandra Carter. Continue with current
functions until I command ejaculation."

"87943-498, initiating safe mental disconnect," the Neural Link
system confirmed, and Candi felt as if her mind was turning
inside out. She was fucking and being fucked, warm pussy
clenching around the fat pole of cock. She fell back into her own
body with an almost audible mental crash, and heard herself
screaming in intense pleasure as the Surrogate continued batter
her pussy with metronomic regularity, her real vocal chords
emanating real shrieks, her real body flailing weakly. Grace
nibbled on her nipples, biting them into painful erection on her
chest.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Candi yelled. "I'm coming!"

"Ejaculate," Grace said, her voice sounding so far away. The
Surrogate rammed up into Candi all the way, and thick cum poured
into her like a river swollen out of its banks. Candi let out one
drilling scream and everything went black.

She swam back to consciousness at the sensation of a tongue
lapping at her cunt-lips. Cum dribbled slowly out of her and the
tongue at her pussy lapped it up greedily. Weakly, she pushed at
the dark head between her legs, feeling over-sensitised, and
Grace looked up, her mouth and chin wet with cum-juice. Behind
her, the Surrogate was fucking her again, and her small tits
bounced with every shove. The Surrogate's eyes were blank, its
mouth hanging open slightly. There was no mind in it, but it was
still under Grace's control.

"Grace," Candi whispered. "...please."

Grace's normally innocent smile was now very predatory. She
pushed two fingers into Candi's pussy without warning and Candi
moaned.

"I've ordered another SSN-A model," she said. "It'll be here this
evening. We're going to have some fun, right?"

She pumped her fingers in and out of Candi, and her eyes
fluttered shut as she ordered the Surrogate to go harder.
Helplessly, and helplessly turned on, Candi watched her come.

fin

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