Gloria Smasher

by SignlessAcolyte

Summary:

What if Gloria had taken Adam Smashers role in the lore?

And what if I decided to go *ENTIRELY* Degenerate with the idea?

 

Warning! David/Gloria will be *prevalent* throughout the entirety of this.

Notes:

Gloria Smasher takes on a new role.

Mother.

Chapter 1: Prologue-Family

Gloria Martinez was good at her job. Nah… she couldn't even call it a job really. Jobs involved some sort of annoyance and subservience. She'd had plenty of jobs before she took the Big One and got made into a bundle of meat all those years ago. All that fucking time in the cartels, then in New York and the Army, she'd always felt like she was doing jobs.

 

Now though?

 

Now she got to indulge all her brutal and violent instincts, blowing up the meat into tiny chunks. She was basically Arasaka's attack dog, but that was fine by her. She reveled in the blood, the melting chrome, the rotting flesh.

 

It was pure heaven to her. 

 

What wasn't, was some spindly little shit telling her that her eggs had been used without her knowledge nor permission. 

 

When Arasaka had first approached her when her boys had dragged her useless meat sack back to New York, she'd had to agree to a contract that essentially put her in their employ for the next 100 years. Like that was a fucking problem. She was their attack dog for the next 100 years, and she got access to ungodly amounts of cash, chrome, anything and everything she could ever want. 

 

All she had to do was sell her soul to the Corp. 

 

Hah! Like a soul was all that useful. Now, just cuz she'd been a bag of meat and agony, didn't mean that she hadn't had a few stipulations.  

 

 

One, being that they had to keep all her parts. Everything they could salvage. Organs, skin samples, and of course her ovaries and shit. She didn't even want kids, but that was her choice to make, and nobody else got to fucking make it for her. 

 

 

"Ya wanna fucking repeat yourself meat?"

 

She growled, towering over the little man in her full combat body. She hadn't changed out of it into a Gemini in… shit how long? Last time had to have been when she took Michiko to bed on her 18th birthday. There was no sign of femininity except for the silhouette of the combat model FBC.

 

Instead she looked like a monster made manifest, made metal. 

 

"I-i just wanted to inf-inform you that the samples were progressing nicely! We have the first subject already gestated and woken up."

 

If she didn't need him to show her exactly what these fucks had put together (with her meat!) he would already be a smear upon the walls. 

 

She leaned forward, her 9 foot tall form looming over the tech, her eyes glowing a low deadly red as her voice synthesizer growled. 

 

"Show me."

 

Oh sure. The meat hesitated, tried to push it off towards someone else, eventually even mentioned that that was beyond his clearance level. 

 

That was alright. An impact launcher slowly unveiling itself from her arm made her point clearer than any speech she could give.

 

Following the sweating and stinking peon into the elevator, she noticed that they were going far deeper down than she expected. This was beyond just the standard top secret floors.  

 

This was going into the actual fucking basement near the Mikoshi access node. She rolled her eyes as she noticed that the tech was still trembling in his fucking boots. 

 

Pussy

 

"So, you said they were making… subjects hmm? What for?"

 

She rumbled in that staticy way that always made the meat feel off kilter. Pansies couldn't stand a little atonal rumble coming from something with a brain like a human. Heh.. made em think the Terminator was after them. 

 

 

"Well, I um. The scope of the project is beyond my abilit-"

 

She stopped his stammering by placing a metallic hand upon the meat's shoulder… and slowly squeezing down until he began to whimper in pain. 

 

"Try."

 

"I-I-I think they're trying to make a new you!"

 

He whimpered, clawing at the metal hand digging into the meat of his shoulder to no avail.

 

She sneered.

 

"Ain't no one around like me idiota. I'm special."

 

She released him and he shied away from her, tentatively rolling his shoulder.

 

"Of.. shit… of course ma'am. All I was told was that we were making sure that if anything were to happen to you, that Arasaka would have… alternatives."

 

She sneered. Of course the corps would be pushing to have a replacement for her. She was over 60 years through the contract, and they were having to come to terms with the fact that one day, Smasher would no longer be theirs to command. Honestly, even when the time came, she had no real intention to quit working for Arasaka. They kept her in gear, in cyberware, and so so much more. 

 

It was a pretty sweet gig, so why wouldn't she re-up?

 

Well, she planned to renegotiate the contract of course, but still! Fucking higher ups and their bullshit. God, she remembered meeting Saburo for the first time. He was already old back in 2015. Now the decrepit corpse was still kicking around. Still holding onto that Japanese Bushido bullshit or whatever nonsense. 

 

Couldn't deny that he had the world by the balls though. She could respect that.  

 

As the lift stopped, it opened to a stark white laboratory, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes. These fucking egghead's she swore. They always had to go for the cliche science aesthetic. Put a splash of color up for fucks sake!

 

 

Heh. Maybe she could help them with that. Walking through the lab, led by the tech in front of her, she kept her eye out. Most of the shit she was seeing made no sense to her. But she recognized herself in the images. Her before she'd gotten blown up.  

 

 

Something about… genetic resistance or adaptation?

 

Shit, she didn't know. Bunch of fucking eggspeak.

 

But eventually, they came to an offshoot of the original lab and… ugh. So this is what they meant. 

 

In the middle of the room, (still fucking white by the way!) There was a crib. And in the crib was a baby. Ugh. Fucking brats. She hated kids even when she was one. 

 

"... So this is it huh? This was your brilliant fucking plan? You make some Frankenstein's brat out of my meat, and train him up somewhere to act like a Me, when he gets older?"

 

The tech sputtered. 

 

"Uh, well Subject Alpha wa-"

 

She groaned. 

 

"Dios Mio, you fuckers even gave the little shit some fancy ass fucking title? Bullshit."

 

Welp…. Time to make her perspective clear.

 

 

"Thanks carne... I'll take it from here."

 

The impact launcher fluidly unfolded itself out faster than average blink, and..!

 

Boom

 

The techie was blown into a splattering of red, sludgy pink and more coating the walls with some actual fucking color.

 

" Ah…. Much better."

 

She mused as she turned to the cradle, which surprisingly, didn't hold a squalling baby. No, instead, the kid seemed to still be napping. Heh. Deep sleeper. She had to get rid of that when she was younger when she started growing tits. Fuckers around liked to try and get a feel or more.

 

Shaking off that little blip of amusement, she brought up the impact launcher again pointing it at the meat in the crib.

 

Think they can just replace me? Make me standard fucking issue? Not fucking likely! Not in thi-

 

The meat cut off her internal dialogue by waking up. And as it looked upward.. instead of a squall, or a squeal… it laughed. It smiled.

 

" Huh… you don't got much for survival instincts do you, you little meatball?

 

She mused as she pushed the launcher closer, willing to give the thing a total annihilation. No pain. 

 

And that was when her life changed for good. 

 

He grabbed her finger.

 

She couldn't even comprehend as she looked at the baby grip her hand, looking like he was having the time of his life. 

 

He is… kind of cute.

 

Well of course he was cute! He was her kid!

 

… he was… hers.  

 

Yeah… yeah. The kid was hers. 

 

Arasaka didn't get to fucking control what was hers. Not like this. They broke fucking contract, so this? This would be her penalty fee. 

 

She withdrew the impact launcher as she made her decision,the weapon folding back into her forearm.

 

 

Carefully… ever so Carefully, she picked him up and held him like she remembered what babies were supposed to be held like. In that moment she became painfully aware that she was made of hard metal and sharp edges.  

 

Something she would normally be very pleased about. But now…

 

I'll need to pull an old Gemini out… maybe get a new one too.  

 

As she walked out of the lab, she never realized just how warmly, just how soft her thoughts were as she tickled her son. 

 

"You'll need a better name… how about… David, mijo?"

 

 

Chapter 2: Chapter 1- School Day/Work Day

Summary:

David goes to school, Gloria goes to work, Somebody fucks around and finds out.

"Mom, why do you want me to go to Arasaka Academy? You're always complaining about corpo bastards and how they always think they know better just because they have money."

 

10 year old David Martinez munched on a stick of jerky as he watched his mom march around the room, her stride purposeful and measured as she picked up the baskets of laundry he had filled from earlier. It was early enough in the morning that the sun hadn't quite risen yet and he was still a little bit tired.

 

"Hey. Language. I told you you could start copying how I talked when you turned 13, and not a fucking day earlier alright mijo?"

 

His mom was a strongly built Latino woman of indeterminate age, though the closest most anyone would be able to suggest would be around 30. Her eyes were a rich brown, and whenever they weren't looking around at him, he noticed they had a full and… violent look to them. Like it was only when she looked at him that the world had proper color. 

 

"Sorry Mamá. I'm just… kinda confused I guess."

 

He mumbled as he wiped his eyes of sleep, still munching his stick of jerky. 

 

 

His mom chuckled softly, before crossing towards him and hugging the young boy, his arms immediately latching around her sides despite his general grogginess.

 

He loved his mom's hugs. They always felt so strong and secure. Like no one in the world could possibly hurt him when she was around.

 

"Aww you're a sweet fucking kid. Nah you're right though. Fucking hate this pansy ass corpo education bullshit, but Mama's just not able to homeschool you anymore. There's just too many things you need to learn, and I don't have the time to teach you and do my job."

 

David sighed, and pouted quietly against her as she finally withdrew from the hug, ruffling his hair with a little grin. 

 

"Tell ya what Davey. How about after I finish my shift today, we go to the gun range? I'm thinking we can bump ya up to a revolver now. You've gotten better but you still need to start putting down some real stopping power if some cheeky cunt tries some shit. Fucking hijo de putas."

 

David just giggled lightly and nodded, his heart feeling warm as ever, knowing his mamá cared about him so much. 

 

"That sounds like fun!! But can we watch some of those pre-datakrash movies when we get back?"

 

She rolled her eyes. 

 

"Ugh… you and your Disney flicks. Yeah alright. Could never say no to you. Which one you want to watch? The shitty jungle one, the other shitty jungle one, the dumbass mermaid one?"

 

"I wanna watch the Lion King!"

 

 

With a faux sigh, and dramatic slumping of her shoulders she spoke.

 

"Oh alright alright… we'll watch Lion King. Heh… lucky you're such a cute little shit."

 

Despite her tone and words however, her eyes were always filled with love and affection, and just a hint of possessive madness. Not that David really noticed. He knew his mom was different from other moms, but that was ok. Nobody was as awesome as his mom was! 

 

She was huge! Almost 2 feet taller than he was and he was already close to five foot now. He hoped when he got older he could be as tall as she was, though she always just tousled his hair and laughed when he said so. 

 

A beeping from her wrist shattered the domestic scene, with his mom glaring at the offending sound.  

 

"Should have just laundered the fucking money…"

 

She grumbled under her breath, his head tilting as he heard speak. 

 

"Why would you want to wash money mom? Wouldn't that make it fall apart?"

 

He asked with a frown. She could be so silly sometimes, but that was ok! She was still the best mom ever. She always spent as much time as possible with him, and she was always telling him how much she loved him, and how she'd eviscerate anyone who looked at him funny. 

 

 

Eviscerate. That was a funny word.  

 

 

His mamá blinked as she looked back down before laughing.

 

"Ah shit… I've been slacking I guess. Focusing too much on basic educational bullshit. No worries mijo. I'll teach you about money laundering too. It's an important thing to learn to deal with when you have all kinds of money coming in. Alright now, go on and get your uniform on. Time to get to school."

 

He wanted to complain, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Despite the fact that she'd get him anything he wanted, that didn't mean that she didn't take discipline and education seriously. Besides, school couldn't be that bad. Learning stuff was always cool, and the academy's records would have way more stuff available than the average local Net. 

 

Getting dressed and putting on the uniform, he blushed as his mom cooed in delight at the sight of him.

 

"That's my mijo. You make this limp dick corpo uniform look adorable."

 

She said affectionately, kneeling down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

 

"Alright Davey, let me just get my iron. And you get yours."

 

David nodded as he went back to his room to pick up his pistol. His mom had gotten him this for his 10th birthday. She had said it wasn't the kind of gun she'd wanted to give him, but he'd be able to play around with the good stuff when he got a bit bigger.

 

 

Checking as to whether it was loaded or not as always, making sure the safety was on, and then placing the gun in his holster, he strapped it to his body , letting the uniform conceal it. 

 

He wouldn't be allowed to keep it when he went inside Arasaka Tower to get to his class, but at the very least he'd have it for when he was taking the NCART back home. Mom was always very very strict on saying that you never knew when you might need to put a hole in someone. 

 

"You ready albóndigo?"

 

He rolled his eyes goodnaturedly as he walked back from his room into the living room, with his mama standing there, wearing her usual EMT jacket and her massive revolver. He'd once asked if he could try shooting it, and though his mother rarely ever told him no, she'd said it then. 

 

"No mijo. You could end up breaking bones trying to shoot this thing. Maybe one day, but not today."

 

His mom was a pretty woman. The prettiest woman out there in his opinion. She was tall, she had big muscles and she had really really pretty red hair!

 

"You look pretty mama!"

 

Her cheeks dusted a light red as she grinned, kneeling down to pull him into a tight hug, his face buried into her chest. 

 

"Oh you are just the sweetest little charmer. You're gonna get all kinds of pussy when you get a bit older. Heh.. I'll have to chase em off with my Hellbringer."

 

 

"...what's pussy?"

 

His mom blinked again and just grinned.

 

"I'll tell ya when you're a bit older. Now come on. Time for a ride."

 

He grinned and took his mom's hand, not because he needed her to lead him, but because he liked the feel of his hand in hers.

 

"Where'd you get such a cool car anyway?"

 

He asked her as they descended in the elevator that led from the penthouse to the parking garage. Mom had a number of cars, but the one that was his favorite,and she drove the most was a nova silver car! It was loud, it was fast, and it was basically the most preem thing he'd ever seen.

 

"Ah… well I got it from this bitch named Jenny. She died so I ended up taking the car instead of letting it rot in some landfill or collectors warehouse. She'd probably hate that I had the thing but, fuck her! I'm alive and she's not. Wanna see how fast we can get you to school?"

 

Sufficiently distracted, David nodded his head so fast he was in danger of getting dizzy as they stepped off the elevator and into the silver car. 

 

David squirmed lightly as he got comfortable, pulling the seatbelt on as his mom did the same. 

 

"Alright baby, you ready to ride?"

 

His mom asked with a manic little grin. 

 

David nodded, almost bouncing in the passenger seat.

 

"Let's go mama!!! Go!" 

 

And go they did. His mom was a maniac behind the wheel, but never once did she hit anything. She terrified the few people who were up early enough to be sharing the road with her, and practically flew down the roads with no regard for little things like speed limits. 

 

Thanks to that kind of an attitude, David was delivered to the entrance to Arasaka Tower in less than a few minutes, coming to a rolling stop before the tower of the most powerful Corp in NC. 

 

David felt nervous for the first time, looking up at the building. He'd never really hung out with other kids before. People were scared of his mom, and she'd always been more than enough for him.  

Now though…

 

Now he might have to deal with other people. 

 

"Nervous son?"

 

She said softly, her large strong hand rubbing the back of his head gently.

 

 

He swallowed and nodded. 

 

"I don't know why. It's not like they're anything scary. Just a bunch of kids."

 

 

She chuckled softly. 

 

"Bunch of Corpo brats ya mean. But I get ya. It's scary doing something you've never done before. But I believe in you David. You're my kid. My sweet boy. And you're capable of anything you put your mind to. So… can you be brave for mamá?"

 

He was never going to say no. He was never going to chicken out either. He'd just gotten a bit nervous. So with a grin and a nod, he replied. 

 

"Of course momma. Guess I gotta get going now. Have fun at work!"

 

His mom laughed in a way that made him feel all warm, but he'd seen other people cringe from. 

 

"Oh I will David. I always do. I'll see you back at the apartment after school. Remember, somebody stops you on the way home that isn't a pig?"

 

"Blast em."

 

He said with the rapid reaction of someone who'd been told this a thousand times. 

 

"Good boy. Come here."

 

She said, pulling him into her large soft chest, her presence a source of calm for him as she breathed in deep of his hair. 

 

"Have a good day at school, kid. Kick those corpobrat's asses!!"

 

She said as she let go, and David finally exited the awesome silver car. 

 

"Love you David!"

 

"Love you too mamá!"

 

He called out as his mom finally peeled out of the area designated for drop offs and off to her job at Trauma Team.

 

David took a breath as he turned to face the Arasaka HQ building, and gave it a squinty eyed glare. 

 

"Alright…. Let's do this."

 

He said softly to himself as he made his way inside. Things went as expected. He checked in his iron, was given his Academy Access code, and then told to head to the 42nd floor. 

 

As he entered the elevator, he was surprised and a little bit excited to find another kid entering the elevator as well. He was a bit shorter than David, while also sporting a bowl cut. It wasn't exactly the most flattering look, but David wasn't one to mock people for no reason. Not everyone could have awesome hair like him, and even more badass mom who styled it for him.

 

As the elevator raced upwards, he turned his friendly smile towards his fellow acquaintance.

 

"Hi! Nice to meet ya. I'm David Martinez, it's my first day here."

 

 

The kid just raised an eyebrow and sneered slightly. 

 

"Oh? And what are you? A scholarship student? I don't see any chrome on you so I have to assume you're either lower management or some street trash."

 

David's face slowly lost the friendly expression as he got the feeling that this kid was the exact depiction of what it meant to be a corpobrat.

 

"... Neither actually. My mom works for Trauma Team. And getting chrome at a young age is bad for you. Stunts natural growth my mom says. And you still haven't told me your name."

 

"Tanaka. Katsuo Tanaka."

 

The kid said with an emphasis on his name, obviously expecting David to know who he was or who his family was or something. 

 

He didn't.

 

 

"Well Katsuo, I'd normally say that it's nice to meet you, but you're kind of acting like an asshole, so I'm just gonna ignore you now."

 

Having ended the conversation, David didn't really feel the need to pay attention to Katsuo anymore. 

 

The young corpo reared back in shock, and disdain. The apathy that David had shown seemingly not meshing with his own perception of himself.

 

"You little..! You're just some punk! You're going to regret not showing me respect."

 

David snorted. 

 

"Respect? I say 'Hi' and you start talking to me like I personally insulted your family."

 

The elevator opened soon after he'd spoken, and David stepped out looking around as he made his way to the closest classroom.  

 

"Hey! I wasn't done talking to you Martinez!"

 

And for the first time in his life, someone other than his mother grabbed him In an aggressive manner. But unlike how his mom only ever did so when she was showing him how to protect himself if some gonk ever tried to grab him,this was actual hostile intent. 

 

In that moment, it was probably a very good thing that his iron had been taken from him as his very first instinct was to blow Katsuo's head off. Barring that, as soon as Katsuo gripped his shirt, instinct and reflexes born from lots of practice took over thought.

 

His hand moved up in a well practiced and fluid motion, before dropping them sharply on the wrists of the corpobrat breaking the hold that he had. And with one sharp thrust of his hands, he double palm thrusts into Katsuos chest, knocking his spindly ass over onto the ground. 

 

Lights began to flash almost as soon as David had struck him and a pair of Arasaka security officers made their way forward. To most anyone else, they'd have been terrifying in their body armor. But David?

 

Well…

 

"Hi! So he was pushing me around, so I made him take a seat. What happens now?"

 

He hoped his mom was having a better day than he was. 

 

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As always, Gloria was having the fucking time of her life. Arriving at Trauma Team headquarters,she'd quickly showered and suited up in the uniform. Not bad armor. Not that the armor was better than her Gemini body but it was provided by the company, and she didn't have to pay for it so… why not?

 

Kept her from having to spend eddies on Vik to fix up her Gemini.

 

Once she'd suited up, she'd grabbed herself a 14.5mm DGL Enterprise assault rifle as was befitting a badass Borg such as herself and reported to Talon Squad. She'd started off with the lowest level of trauma team 10 years ago when she'd decided she needed a good cover to be David's mother. Being Trauma Team satisfied two important requirements. One, she would make a good wage to take care of her baby, and two she'd be able to indulge in her daily recommended dose of carnage and bloodshed.

 

She'd worked her way up to the highest level in less than a year. Being a fullborg with such a talent for destruction making sure that the client could be retrieved and never giving a damn about collateral damage?

 

That made Gloria a hell of an asset especially since she had access to some high level medical chips to compensate for her lack of formal medical training. 

 

Talon Squad dealt with exclusively Trauma Team Platinum policy holders who were either in extremely contested areas or were confirmed to be in active firefights. The pay was good though nothing compared to the scratch she made working for Arasaka. Just one of those jobs she was given every couple of weeks was worth almost a few months of TT pay. Regardless, it was more than enough to raise a child on.

 

"Johnson. Carmichael. Louis."

 

She said in an uninterested greeting as she walked into the motor pool for TT departures.

 

Of those three, only one of them managed to seem like anything other than meat, and that was Johnson. He was the Talon Squad leader and, and someone who seemed to roughly be on her level of Misanthropy. Well. To a degree. She just fucking loved killing. Seeing the meat explode and cover the earth in red and black and bits of pink and white.

 

Johnson liked to see the meat hurt. To make it last. Not her thing, but she supposed she couldn't murder shame another enthusiast.

 

"Glo! Was just talking about you. Surprised you weren't early, the higher-ups are predicting a bunch of calls today."

 

She grinned eagerly as she hefted the massive assault rifle like it was weightless. 

 

"Thank fuck. I could use some stress relief. And I've told you before fuckface, my name is Gloria. Or Ms. Martinez."

 

Johnson rolled his optics before continuing.

 

"Fine Gloria, why weren't you here earlier?"

 

"I was dropping my kid off for his first day at school. Decided to take a few minutes to get him situated."

 

Johnson grimaced and shook his head. 

 

"Ugh. Gorgeous woman like you having to raise a kid… fucking shame."

 

Yeah that was the problem with Johnson. He was a fucking horndog. Least he hadn't tried to touch her, otherwise she would have made sure he had to get a Mr. Studd if he didn't have one to begin with.  

 

I wonder how many times I'll have to turn him d-wait. The fuck did he say?

 

She turned a glare towards the Squad leader and was about to press for more information on his meaning when an alarm sounded.

 

Johnson and Gloria both grinned as the other two silently got into the AV, her train of thought derailed entirely at the promise of some vigorous violence.

 

"Time for some fun."

 

She cackled gleefully as they got onto AV after the other two. 

 

They began racing across the open sky, heading towards Watson closer towards the docks. 

 

"Policy holder is Tammy Virren, African American, Platinum of course. Alert went out from her being stabbed in the thigh from an unknown instrument. Likely culprit is Maelstrom. Gloria, you'll be taking the lead. Clear us a way to the policy holder. Louis will make sure she stays alive. Or if gone under, resuscitate her."

 

Arriving on site, Gloria grinned as she bounced on the balls of her feet, before launching herself out of the open doors to pull off a superhero landing. Meat would have completely fucked up their knees pulling that off. 

 

 

But for gorgeous metal like her?

 

Intimidation factor baby. Surrounding her were a bunch of baby Maelstrom. New recruits, barely anything new chipped in. 

 

"Fuck! Bitch had Trauma Team! Get em!"

 

Gloria didn't even dignify it with a response, cackling out loud over and over as she began to put down bullet after oversized fucking bullet down range, feeling the recoil hit her as she turned the wanna be metalboys into a pile of scrap and mushy meat.

 

"Martinez! Forward assault!"

 

"You got it!"

 

She said with a grin that was visible even through her Trauma Team headwear, pushing into the warehouse clearing room after room. Sure she took a few shots, but the armor took it and the sheer unyielding confidence she had in her own body had even the most borged out bastards in this den of pretenders stepping back like bitches. 

 

Bellowing in manic laughter, she was having the time of her life as the others cleaned up. As she reached the final room and breached they were met by…. Oooohhhh. Now this one looked like fun.

 

The gonk in question was chromed to the gills. So much chrome she was almost impressed to be honest. Not many street punks could manage to pull off that level of metal without losing their puny little minds. 

 

What was disappointing though was the cowardice on display.

 

This big bastard was hiding behind Meat like a shield instead of facing her like a fucking Borg!

 

Shit. Not Meat. The Client. Gotta secure the Client, cuz if they die, they charge her, and she didn't want to pull cash from her regular accounts. More chance of CI or those spooky bastards in IA checking her accounts. 

 

"This is Trauma Team Platinum Gangoon! If you drop the client, you can run away. Continue to put her at risk, we will put you down and deal with any injuries that may arise!"

 

Johnson yelled out, his own rifle raised, finger on the trigger. 

 

"Bullshit! Everyone knows you Trauma Team fucks shoot as soon as a gonk lets go! So here's how it gonn-"

 

"Bored now."

 

Gloria muttered as she realized that she wasn't going to get a fight from this pussy. Goddammit. She'd wanted to fight some real metal. Since she wasn't going to get that fight, she angled her rifle down at the floor at the right angle and unloaded a full magazine.

 

The ricochet's weren't perfect but for the most part, they ended up exactly where they were meant to go. I.e. the Maelstrom fuckers head. 

 

With a squelching slop of a noise, his head popped like a grape, causing the M...Client to start screaming and sobbing as she flung herself towards them, her hands desperately reaching for Johnson.  

 

Now that the violence was roughly done with for the moment, Gloria's attention waned something awful as she lazily checked their 6, letting the meat that could pretend to care about the Corpo cunt take care of the medical side of things. 

 

"Martinez! Lead the way."

 

Johnson said with a hint of a leer in his voice. Gloria shrugged and did just that as the two others behind her carried her on a stretcher into the medical AV, painkillers and sedatives being applied before they began to do the emergency medical care they were best at. She then smacked the side of the AV firmly, getting the pilots attention and lifting off. 

 

Johnson:"You did a damn good job there Martinez… come on. When you gonna let me buy you a drink?"

 

She rolled her eyes as she checked her rifle, switching out for a new fresh magazine and replacing her spares from the onboard resupply.

 

Gloria:"I'm a fucking full Borg. What do I give a damn about alcohol? And even if I was some meat girl? Not interested gonk. Got way better shit to do in my life."

 

Johnson: "Well if you don't like Alcohol, I know there's some good shit that can make even that Gemini short its circuits."

 

 

Huh. Fair enough. There were some drugs out there that she remembered fondly, but she was a mom now. A mom to the most beautiful baby boy ever. And she wasn't going to be a bad influence and let him get hooked on any of that shit. He was better than that.

 

Luckily she was stopped from having to deal with his advances any further by their arrival at the Hospital, the other two quickly transferring the Client to the on-site surgeons for continued care. As they handed them off, they had another alert of a Platinum policy holder having taken gunshot wounds to the chest. 

 

In Pacifica.

 

God I love my job.

 

 

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Gloria sighed in satisfaction much the same way that a lioness must feel after filling her belly with a fresh kill. She was greatly enjoying the relaxation of the hot water coursing down the flesh of her Gemini body, letting her own hands caress the synthetic muscles and indistinguishable Realskin.  

 

A long enjoyable day of flying all across the city to rescue Clients from the surrounding meat was only tainted in the slightest due to the need to shower afterwards. But then, she liked hot showers so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. She hummed to herself the little tune she would sing to David when he was much younger to get the poor baby to sleep when he was having issues. Benefit of being a full Borg? Less physical need for sleep, though she still needed to go to sleep for psychological reasons.

 

"Damn Glo…looking fucking amazing."

 

Came the voice of Johnson, stepping into the group shower behind her, naked as well, his dick at full mast.

 

She was hot, she wasn't oblivious to that fact. At 6'4" and shredded like an Amazon with a big ass and a fantastic rack, she knew why Johnson was interested. The real question was, how long did she let him continue to shoot his shot before she finally put him down and made it clear if he continued he'd lose what he wanted to poke her with. 

 

Heh… probably only as long as he didn't piss her off somehow. 

 

"Not interested Johnson. And I told you. It's Gloria, or Ms. Martinez."

 

She said idly as she scrubbed herself clean, using her own special shampoo for the hair. Her hair. Huh… it'd been so long since she really considered any meaty aspects of her to be her. 

 

"Come on Gloria… a gorgeous woman like you should let your hair down once in a while. Just one drink. Or more! Hell, let me pay for dinner or something."

 

She frowned. Ok yeah he was starting to get annoying. He was reminding her of how the pendejos of the Cartel had refused to take no for an answer.

 

"I'm a Borg dumbass. I don't need to eat like you do. And even if I did, I'm meeting my kid at home."

 

He made a disgusted sound with his throat, and Gloria was suddenly confronted with the memory of earlier, with him having said it was a shame she was raising a kid. 

 

...what had he meant by that?

 

"Don't you have some family to foist him off to? A fucking babysitter or something?"

 

She turned around finally to face him, almost rolling her eyes when she saw his eyes move up from her ass to her tits. Gonk brained son of a bitch. 

 

Yeah… he was gonna get a broken bone at the least

 

"I don't have any family."

 

Not that Gloria could count on to watch her boy anyway. She'd rather burn the entirety of Mexico to a fine ash than allow her father within a mile of her son. He was meant for more than being some Cartel Princeling.

 

He deserved the world.

 

"Well shit. Why not just kick him out then? Brats are just a drain on finances and a smoking hot woman like you? You deserve more than some squalling kid. Come oooon… forget about him, and have some fun!"

 

 

Gloria froze. The familiar tickle of wrath began to fill her, but instead of spurring her into heated action… she felt… almost absurdly calm. 

 

"Forget….David..."

 

She was giving him a chance to recant his words. To drop the topic and leave her be. But it just went to show that for all the vaunted survival instincts the Meat liked to say they possessed…. When confronted with a real danger, meat never seemed to realize. 

 

"Yeah! I mean, you'd be better off without him. And ya know… if you can't bring yourself to do it yourself… I know a few guys. Could take him off your hands, maybe even put some cash in them too."

 

It was in that moment that she stopped categorizing Johnson as an annoyance to her… and recategorized him as a threat to her boy. Now, the Smasher of 10 years ago would have just torn his head off and left it at that. 

 

The Gloria of the present however, knew that she needed to keep her cover in TT to pay for all of the things and services that David required. And not only that, murdering the meat in front of her 'unprovoked' would be enough to get legal Involved. And that would bring David to Arasaka attention. 

 

 

Not acceptable while he was so young and vulnerable.

 

 

So instead of her usual forward assault tactics, she had to approach this from a different angle than usual. Johnson was a horndog. He had an ego.  

 

...heh. This will be easy.

 

"No."

 

Johnson frowned at her, finally moving his eyes from her tits to her face. It was obvious he'd never really been told no his entire life. 

 

"The fuck do you mean no, Glo? I'm offering you everything you could want on a silver fucking plate! You hate the meat, I know you do! What could be more pathetic than a piece of shit brat? A little extra cash in your hand, some physical time with yours truly, what more could you want?!"

 

Hah. He certainly valued himself pretty highly. 

 

 

"Listen to me you limp dick asswipe. It would not matter to me if you were the last gonk on earth. I would rather flatline myself than touch your pathetic ass. I've been telling you no and blowing you off for almost 9 years now. Get a fucking clue. And nice Mr. Studd. Can you even get hard on your own, or do you have to press a button for it to work?"

 

The gonk's face continued to grow redder and redder as she spoke, until he finally snapped in rage.

 

"You fucking whore! I'll fucking skullfuck your corpse!"

 

He hissed wrathfully as his arms folded out into Mantis Blades, launching himself at her. 

 

Bingo.

 

Moving faster than meat was capable of without extreme enhancements, she didn't bother attempting to do anything fancy. 

 

Gloria just punched hard and struck through his torso, destroying his heart in one go. 

 

He collapsed in the shower like a puppet whose strings had been cut as he choked and attempted to say something, or plead for assistance. Ah… fear. He'd already begun to piss himself as his Mantis Blades twitched and shuddered.

 

She crouched down, looking at him with utter apathy, still naked and glistening with blood and water along her form. 

 

"Ya know Johnson, I didn't much give a shit about you all these years. Hell, I could respect your lack of shits to give about the Meat. But guess what carne? You went over the line. You threatened my son. And you forgot you were still meat. Meat will always yield to metal. Rest in piss shitheel."

 

Gloria said steadily as she got to her feet to wipe the blood from her breasts, watching the water run pink with his life force, the realization in his eyes that she'd baited him, and the dull certainty of his impending death.

 

Walking out of the shower, she only paused to look back for a brief moment.

 

"Oh… and it's still Gloria, or Ms. Martinez. Puta."

 

 

___

 

David was curled up on the couch with his arms wrapped around his knees when his mom finally got home. 

 

She'd called him a bit ago to tell him she was going to be late because of a problem at work. She'd apologized and told him he could order whatever he wanted for dinner. 

 

He didn't order anything, not really in the mood for anything. Just...not hungry with the events of the day. 

 

"Hey baby boy! Sorry Mamá was late, there was this thing at work. Had to take out some trash. You ready to.."

 

He hadn't looked up at her, still wrapping his arms around his knees. 

 

"... David? What's wrong?"

 

He swallowed hard and shook his head. 

 

"It's nothing. Just… stupid meat problems."

 

 

A strong and warm arm was wrapped around his shoulders gently, pulling him against soft warm cushions.

 

"Hey now… none of that. You know you're not part of that. What happened?"

 

He sighed, before explaining the events of what happened moments after he'd been dropped off, detailing everything. Not hiding or changing any of the details of what occurred.

 

" And then, when he grabbed me I tried to pull my iron but I remembered it wasn't with me before I did that one move you showed me. The one to put some distance between me and somebody else? It worked. But then the alarms came, and they took me to the Principal's office where they yelled at me for what happened and didn't say a word to Katsuo! All they did was say that-"

 

And here was where he imitated the principal.

 

"You are not making any friends by being a disruptive and violent young man! If, and only if young Mr. Tanaka was being as aggressive as you say, you could make an official complaint! It does not give you the right to lay a hand on him."

 

"Hmm."

 

It was a simple sound, but one that would send most anyone else running from cover.  

 

His mom sounded pissed. But he knew it wasn't at him. His mom never got mad at him. 

 

"Want me to kill the brat?"

 

She said simply, making him burst into laughter. 

 

"No mama, I don't want you to kill him."

 

"What about the Principal? I could kill him."

 

"Don't want you to kill him either."

 

He said with a laugh, finally turning around to wrap his arms around her as best he could, his head laying on her large soft chest. The sound of her heart soothing him and making him relax from the anger and frustration he'd held earlier. 

 

".... I just… I don't know what I did wrong Mamá. I was nice. I was polite even when I saw his stupid hair and he started getting all snobby. So why did they treat me like that when he was the one who started it?".

 

His mom sighed and stroked the back of his head.

 

"Was hoping you wouldn't have to experience this shit so soon… but the world is shit mijo. And the people who run the world? The Corpos? They think they're better than everyone. They decided you were the problem cuz you didn't get on your knees and start sucking this brats co…. Shoes."

 

 

David squeezed her tighter and buried his face deeper into her cotton t-shirt.

 

".... They said that you would have to pay a fine… and that if I continued to make trouble they'd kick me out. I'm…. I'm sorry."

 

She gripped him by the shoulders and pulled him back so she could look him in the eyes. 

 

"Hey. None of that. You don't apologize for any of that shit. These corpo shits? They may think they run the world, but they don't mean dick out on the streets. Where the real decisions get made. Life and death. Don't you ever let them get to you. Make you think you're lesser. Because you're better than them. You understand? You are better than all of them. The fine, I don't give a shit. I'll pay it later. But since that little corpopig is probably going to keep harassing you… I'm gonna need you to do something for me, ok?"

 

He nodded almost before she finished her sentence, his willingness to listen to her and trust in her unmatched..

 

"Anything momma."

 

She smiled softly. 

 

"I want you to ignore his ass as best you can. I want you to fucking embarass him with how smart you are. And I want to teach you some shit that makes him look like an uncoordinated brain potato whenever he tries to touch you. It's gonna take some time, and I'm sorry to say it's probably gonna hurt you, but It will help you in the long run. Ok?"

 

David grinned at the idea of making Katsuo look like a gonk in school stuff as well as absolutely moronic when he tried to touch him again. That sounded friggin preem.  

 

And training hurting?

 

That was ok. He was used to that stuff. But everything mom taught him that hurt had always helped. And she kissed his bruises whenever he got them anyway so… 

 

"Yeah. That sounds awesome." He said with a smile, before his stomach interrupted him with a loud growl. His face turned a dull red as he blushed at his mom's raised eyebrow. 

 

"Didn't order anything?" She asked with an amused tone.

 

He shrugged sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his head.

 

"I wasn't hungry earlier I guess. Can we order something anyway? Oh… no I guess we'd be stopping somewhere before we hit the range right?"

 

Mamá cocked her head a little before smiling. 

 

"Why don't we just order in hmm? You want some sushi? Or some cheese burgers?"

 

His eyes widened and he nodded brightly. 

 

"Sushi! With the egg rolls and the gyoza?"

 

She laughed and cuddled him to her kissing the top of his head.

 

"Sounds like a plan mijo."

 

He frowned as her eyes lit up, the screen before them showing the Lion Kings start menu, a niggling of concern popping up. 

 

"... Didn't you want to go to the gun range before we watched this?"

 

She shrugged and stroked his cheeks with her gentle strong fingers. 

 

"I felt like just cuddling with you today. You had a rough day, and I had to deal with an annoyance at work. That alright?"

 

He hummed, and was about to respond when he noticed something. 

 

"Hey mama? I think you've got a chunk of someone under your ear."

 

It was always funny to see his mom react so strongly when she thought she'd gotten rid of all the gunk of gonks off her. Case In point, the dark red blush that filled her face as she reached up to her ear and pulled off a small chunk of flesh and bone that had stuck to her skin. 

 

"Oops…. Sorry baby. Guess I didn't get cleaned up enough." She said, getting up to toss the offending chunk into the garbage. 

 

"So who was it? Some Gangoon? Some badass Edgerunner?"

 

She hummed as she returned to the couch, pulling him into her lap, her chin resting lightly on his head. 

 

"No one of note. Just some trash that needed to be disposed of."

 

 

Notes:

Took a while but I've got the new chapter out.

This story is my second priority as BD is my first.

But I'm definitely not just writing one chapter and never updating it, as I hope you can see.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Chapter 2- Welcome To The Family

Summary:

Enter Rebecca, Fun times at the Arcade, and a new addition to the Martinez family.

Notes:

AN: WARNING - The first Rebecca POV may containt triggering material involving anxiety, depression, and sex work.

Two years of Arasaka Academy later, David Martinez found himself unbelievably bored as he boarded the NCART, having just finished school. 

 

Honestly? School had been pretty easy from the moment he'd started other than dealing with Katsuo's crap.  He'd eventually learned that the asshole's dad actually was pretty high up in the company rankings.  Something like… Assistant Director of Arasaka Research and Development for the Night City branch? Not that it mattered to him   of course.  Mamá had always said that it didn't matter who your parents were. All that mattered was what you did.  She was very insistent on that concept, to the point of making sure that he dealt with the things he could deal with on his own without immediately resorting to calling for her. 

Not that she wouldn't be there in an instant, but she always wanted to hear the process behind why he ended up asking for her help. That way she could show him the ways he could handle it when she wasn't around. 

 

"Not that I'm ever going to be gone for good, but sometimes… you know how work can be, baby."

 

Regardless, ever since that first disastrous meeting with Katsuo, David and his mamá had been training him rather intensely to avoid Katsuo grabbing hold of him, or managing to strike him.  

 

His mom had asked him to not be completely aggressive with the little bastard, but she also had made it clear that didn't mean she expected him to just take whatever abuse was slung at him. Never let the little bastard touch him, and show him up constantly in whatever field he could. 

 

Which to be perfectly honest was super easy.  Mom trained him really hard, and though he still wasn't anywhere near the level he or she wanted him to be at, he was more than skilled to avoid any attempt at assault Katsuo threw at him.  And boy did the Corpo brat attempt to mess with him.

 

Failed Grabs, weak punches, attempts to stomp on his foot, Katsuo attempted it all. David had stopped being bothered by it after a week or so. Instead, he looked at it like free training to avoid hostilities. His mom had been especially proud when he explained that thought process, hugging him tight to her soft chest and pressing a firm and proud kiss to his forehead. 

 

School wise was even more obvious as to who was better.  He continued to attain perfect marks, while Katsuo was still highly marked but not anywhere near perfect. Whenever they had tests or exams, Katsuo was always pissed. 

Of course in the last year, David had started to grow rather rapidly. Good nutrition and helpful vitamins, exercise, and lots of sleep had him growing over half a foot in height, bringing him to about 5'7". Katsuo meanwhile was only 5'1" and had backed off for a bit when the height disparity had first started. 

 

It hadn't lasted unfortunately. He'd come back to school only to see Katsuo had chromed up a fair bit, his face having some fancy circuitry and aesthetic lines to it… along with some obvious chromed knuckles that he'd attempted to use almost immediately on David.  

 

David had avoided everything of course, but he'd had to increase his training with his mom to keep up with the increased speed and reflexes. 

 

He sighed as he sprawled backward on the nearly empty NCAR, bored. He hoped that his mom would be coming home at a normal time.  Being alone at the apartment was boring, and he'd already done all his homework. 

 

His phone buzzed then and he raised it to his ear with a smile. She was the only one who called him after all.

 

"Hey mom."

 

"Hey baby.  I'm sorry, but Mama's gonna be late again tonight.  There's a special client who's got the best squad in Trauma Team to be on call until 10pm. Since I'm the baddest bitch in the company, they want me and the slabs of meat ready to go.  I promise I'll make it up to you. Ok?"

 

"It's ok mom. Since you're not going to be home for a while, I'm gonna go to the arcade."

 

"Got your homework done?"

 

"Mmmhmm.  Always do."

 

"I know.  Just one of those things a parent should ask. At least that's what the fucking parenting books say. I'll see you later, mijo. Remember. Protect yourself however you need."

 

"I will. Bye mamá. Love you."

 

"Love you too kid."

 

Hanging up the call, David's face fell in disappointment. Dammit. He'd hoped that his mom would be home but if TT wanted her, she kind of had to be there. At least she got paid really well and they could afford to go places together and have fun. Not that he really cared about going places, but time spent with his mom was still time spent with his mom.

 

"Hey handsome…. I heard you were gonna be out late for a while?"

 

Came a young and hesitant voice to the right of him.  Turning his head, he saw a very short girl. Even compared to the girls in his class, this girl was extremely short. Wearing a large oversized coat, she was also sporting short brown hair, brown eyes and a light olive tone to her skin.  

 

And underneath the coat, she was wearing way more provocative clothes. But to be honest compared to some of the things he'd seen some of the Mox wearing around Watson, she just looked kind of… normalish?

 

When you see a woman wearing nothing but a thong, pasties and artistically placed spikes, a tube top, miniskirt and some red lipstick were hardly something to be alarmed by. 

 

But better yet, she looked about his age!

 

"Oh! Hi.  You heard that huh? Yeah I just got off of school and my mom's gonna be late, so I'm just gonna be at the arcade for a while. Oh! I'm David. David Martinez." He said with a grin, offering his hand to hers.

 

She blinked and gave him a tentative smile and took the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. 

 

"I'm Rebecca. So… you want some company? Fun guy like you should have some… company."

 

She said with an odd emphasis on the word. But hell if he cared at all about that.  He had met a prospective friend!

 

"Hell yeah! I'd love some company. Never had someone to hang with before. So, what's your favorite games?"

 

His question had seemed to take her off guard, but she smiled sheepishly and replied soon after.

 

"Honestly, I've never really played video games all that much. I was always more of a D&D and Shadowrun girl."

 

He frowned for a moment as he tried to remember what exactly it was she was talking about. 

 

"Wait… D&D? Like… Dungeons and Dragons and shit like that?"

 

She blushed and puffed up her cheeks, relaxing more as they spoke, making her look… honestly, pretty damn cute. 

 

"Yeah, so? Tabletop games can be just as cool as video games! Especially when they have holographic interfaces that let you have your characters do everything you can imagine!"

 

He hummed, nodding his head as he considered the new information provided to him.  That seemed really cool to be honest.  But…

 

"But you gotta have people to play with right? I don't really have any friends or acquaintances so I never really looked into it."

 

She seemed to relax more, a mischievous grin crossing her face as she reclined slightly in her seat. 

 

"That's why you gotta find a group on the Net! Don't gotta be friends to want to play in a campaign."

 

He hummed and shrugged after thinking about it a bit.

 

"I'll look more into it then… So Rebecca...tell me a bit about yourself? What brings you to our glorious public transit this fine day?"

 

He said playfully, his attention firmly on her. Her good cheer seemed to dim a little bit but she recovered admirably as she moved to sit a little bit closer to him.  Leaning forward clumsily to speak softer, her coat revealed more of her clothes underneath. 

 

"Oh, it's just me and my Brother. Parents died a couple years back, so he takes care of me now. But older brothers, they can be a bit of a pain in the ass so I just try to have some fun when he's not getting on me about stuff.  What about you D-Davey?"

 

She said with a mild stutter on the nickname she gave him, David blushing slightly before grinning. 

 

"Well, I'm a student at Arasaka Academy. I've got the top spot currently, and my mamá works for Trauma Team as a Solo. I like reading, sparring with my mom, games… just stuff like that.  I also like just hanging with my mom in general. She's basically my best friend." He said with a fond and affectionate smile, even talking about her making him feel warm and cared for. 

 

"No dad? No siblings?"

 

She asked curiously. David shrugged at the question. 

 

"Mom never really talked about him and she says she's never having any other kids.  Says she got the best on the first go around."

Rebecca giggled a little at that, giving him a bright smile, though her eyes looked a little sad. 

 

"She sounds awesome."

 

How to really describe just how amazing his mom was? It just… didn't really come easy to him to explain the full extent of how happy he was that she was his mom. But damn he'd try his best. 

 

"My mom… has always done everything she could to make my life better. To make me better.  And she never got mad if I messed up something, just helped me find out where I went wrong.  Gave me anything I asked for, and provided everything I needed. She even paid for me to go to the Academy when she could have put me somewhere a lot less expensive. But… sorry about that.  I'm not used to talking to people and I've just been bragging about my mom.  What else do you like to do?"

 

She was looking at him with a strange gaze but it shifted into bashfulness again. 

 

"Well…"

 

She was cut off by the NCART pulling into its stop in Watson, and the need to disembark. David got up from his seat, and realized just how short his new possible friend really was. He knew that he was tall for his age but damn she was super short for hers. She had to be four foot nothing max. It kind of suited her though! She was pretty cute and seemed to be really friendly.  It just kind of made him want to hug her to be honest. 

 

"You wanna walk?"

 

"Sure."

 

She said with a smile, her leg jiggling up and down with a nervous energy as she stood up and followed him. As they disembarked from the NCART, he waited for her to catch up to his pace and then slowed down a bit so she didn't have to walk faster to keep up. 

 

"So like I was saying… What about you choom? What other stuff do you like to do?"

 

She said nothing at first, and there was silence between them as they maneuvered the streets of Watson, the playful calls of Mox looking for clients, the street vendors trying to sell their wares, and cars honking and driving through the roads.

 

"... It's.. kinda dumb, but I love old science fiction stories.  Like, pre-DataKrash stuff like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, or this creepy story 'I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.' Stuff like that always just… fascinated me, you know? I also like The Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. I guess… I guess I'm kind of a nerd." She said hesitantly, seeming slightly embarrassed, but her mood seemed buoyed when she saw him nodding thoughtfully as she spoke. 

 

"It's not dumb at all! I also like a lot of old pre-DataKrash shit. Nowadays it feels like every single book or movie out there is just a vehicle for an advertisement from some Corp. Like.. I get that books and movies and music were meant to make money even back then, but it feels like they still gave a crap about quality."

 

Rebecca grinned in relief, nodding in enthusiastic agreement.

 

"Right? It's like, nowadays everything is only put together in just enough narrative semblance that people don't immediately notice that movies are basically just one long fucking advertisement. Like the newest Bushido movie. Good fucking Christ that movie is an 86 minute Militech advert."

 

"And don't even get me started on the fucking Safe and Sound cartoons." David said with a groan of annoyance, referencing the show that starred Sergeant Dobs and Mr. Puggins. It was a propaganda piece essentially wearing the skin of a children's show.

 

Rebecca snorted, and delightful peals of laughter emerged from her upturned mouth before admitting something she seemed embarrassed about.

 

"I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I loved that show as a kid.  I kinda had a crush on Sergeant Dobs. Of course that was before I *actually* met a cop and… well… safe to say that crush died a messy death."

 

"What do you mean when you were a kid? You're still a kid!"

 

David teased her, nudging the shorter girl enough to make her go slightly off balance. 

 

She stumbled lightly and glared back up at him with humor.

 

"Hey, not all of us get to be tall as a damn Megabuilding! I still have time to grow, and when I overtake you, you're going to regret it!"

 

"I'm 5'7"! That's hardly tall!" He protested as they continued walking through the streets as they made their way to Arcade Arcade, avoiding anybody who looked like they might want to start something with ease.

 

"Yeah well, when you're 3'10", 5 foot is the new 6. To me you're enormous."

 

She pouted as they finally came across the arcade, neon lights and video gamey noises coming from within. David brought up his debit card that his mom had given him, laughing at the confused look Rebecca had at the sight of it and explained as he paid for both of their entrance fees. 

 

"I don't have any cyberware right now. Mom is waiting a few years before she has me get it, so I have to make my payments the manual way. Oh! I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and paid for both of our tickets."

 

A brittle smile crossed her face for just a moment before it softened into the grin he'd become used to since meeting her just under an hour ago. It was only there for an instant, to the point that he wasn't actually sure if he'd seen correctly.

 

"Nah, that's fine. I appreciate it choom.  Now come on, let's go see what they've got huh?"

And oh the things they had.  They had classic arcade cabinets, brain dance sets with interface jacks as well as proper game wreaths, digital foosball, and many many other things. 

 

"Oh shit! They've got Lethal Battle 23, Road Combatant 12, Ork: Survivor Devolved, and Battle-Mace 42 million!"

 

Rebecca crowed in delight as she framed her head around, looking to catch every single possible avenue of entertainment. David was honestly less interested in the games available, far more happy about the fact that his friend seemed so excited. 

 

"What sounds fun then? We can play any of em we want! I've got about 6 hours before mom gets home anyway."

 

It turns out, everything sounded fun.  Rebecca hadn't ever gotten to play many games, but that hadn't meant that she was uninformed.  David kicked ass at Lethal Battle 23, whereas Battle-Mace 42 million had been much more Rebecca's game, with them both deciding to settle the score with a racing game.  It was there that…  well. 

 

"... Holy crap choom." She murmured in confusion and a bit of rising humor.  David meanwhile couldn't help but steadfastly look away from the screen where his car had spun out after hitting an obstacle and had literally launched away from the track into the out of bounds area making the screen glitch out. 

 

"....hate racing games."

 

He groused as Rebecca began to giggle, the sound being admittedly, very adorable.

 

"I didn't even know that that was possible! Christ Choom, that had to be a one in a million scenario."

 

She said as the peals of laughter finally died down. 

 

He poured briefly before shrugging. 

 

"Anything else you want to do? I went ahead and paid for the unlimited games options for the both of us."

 

Her eyes widened. 

 

"That's like 250eb a piece! You seriously bought us both that just… no hesitation?"

 

He grinned. 

 

"My mom makes really good money working for Trauma Team. She's been letting me have an allowance for a while now and since I prefer to spend time with her at home or at the gym, I've built it up a fair bit. So don't worry!"

 

It wasn't like money was super important.  He had everything he needed so why be an ennie pincher when he didn't have to? Money was meant to be spent to have a good time with friends and people you care for!

 

She had a strange look on her face briefly.  One of jealousy and longing that was only there for the briefest of moments before she smirked and nudged his hip with her arm. 

 

"Well then, we'd best get to enjoying everything we can!"

 

Grglllllffe

 

They both paused as a deep echoing gurgle emanated from Rebecca's stomach, her lightly tanned cheeks beginning to turn bright red as she covered her face with her hands. 

 

"Oh my goooood…" She groaned with a whining tone, embarrassment practically rolling off of her in waves. It wasn't helped when he was unable to keep his laughter muffled, and she seemed to cringe even harder. 

Finally recovering enough from the amusement of hearing her stomach audibly making its displeasure known, he finally addressed her. 

 

"You uh…. Heh.  Guess you're hungry?"

 

She gave him an embarrassed glare.

 

"Wow, you're really showing off that top spot Arasaka Academy brain genius." She growled before shrinking slightly in regret and what looked like worry before reluctantly speaking again. 

 

"... Yeah… sorry. I'll try to… keep my stomach down."

 

He frowned. 

 

"Why don't we just go ahead and break for some food? They've got a restaurant area over there, and at least from how it smells, they seem like they make pretty good grub."

 

The sheer longing and hunger on her face made his heart ache as she looked over towards the dining area, before looking back at him hopefully. 

 

"... Are… are you sure? I'm…I don't… have much money."

 

David shook his head in denial. "It's fine Becca.  I don't have a lot of stuff I spend money on, so let me spend money on my new friend!"

 

His words seemed to reach her, so he offered out one of his hands, and after a moment of hesitation… she took it with a soft smile, the two of them heading over to the restaurant area. 

 

"... Thanks… Davey."

 

___

 

Christ this was terrifying.  This whole situation really. When Rebecca Garcia had been pulled out of her comfortable soft bed at 3am by her absentee brother, she'd trusted him to take care of her.  Despite the 12 year age gap, Pilar had always made time for her, no matter what kind of dumb game she'd come up with or whatever silly thing she wanted to say.  

 

Her parents always told her not to bother him, as he was working very hard to make the family name more notable… but Pilar himself had never seemed to care. Always having an off color joke or little smirk before he would ruffle her hair and laugh as she glared at him.  

She practically worshiped him.  She thought he was the smartest person in the world, and that he could do anything. 

Turns out what he ended up doing was fuck-ton of synthcoke,and fucking the Holsten triplets on their dads desk in the middle of the goddamn day. Her mom and dad had disowned him and kicked him out almost as quickly as it would take to throw a sandwich together. 

 

For the next two years, her mother and father did everything they could to mold her into the version of herself that they deemed suitable.  She was smart.  But Pilar had been something else.  She didn't grasp concepts like he did. Didn't Have the flawless application of applied sciences, of… anything really.  She was above average. Perhaps gifted in general intelligence.  But she didn't have the sheer brilliance that her parents had hoped for.  Which was probably why they'd started talking to her about the boys in her classes. Whether the ones with rich and well connected families were interested at all. 

It felt like with Pilar gone, it was her job to take over his role.  

And all the while, she missed him so very much. And then one day, In the middle of the night, Pilar had shaken her awake and quietly bundled her out of her home, not even being able to grab Reggie her stuffed rabbit before leaving.  She'd wanted to throw a tantrum over that, but she trusted her brother. 

 

That had been a mistake. Arriving at his new place, her hopes that it would be somewhat decent were ruined.  There was half eaten and rotted food anywhere. Roaches. Ants.  Didn't even have proper beds.  Just mattresses that were lying on the floor,with all manner of suspicious stains.  

 

Pilar had been… weird since getting there. Twitchy.  Irritable. 

 

So she'd tried to stay quiet and wait until he was ready to talk.  But in time he eventually just… left. 

 

Left a small stack of Eddies on the counter, maybe about 500eb, and just left. That money was long gone now of course.  It had taken her 3 weeks of being alone before she realized if she didn't do something soon, she was going to starve to death in this broken down building. 

 

So, with a pit deep in her stomach, she went to the only place she thought she might be able to get help, even if it meant doing work she really didn't want to. 

The Mox. They had a reputation as being the place where those down on their luck, who worked the streets, selling their bodies could find solidarity, protection and assistance. 

But that meant having to go to them as a hooker.  She'd resisted the idea for almost a week, but hunger… hunger makes even the most unpalatable things seem…reasonable.  

So going to Lizzy's bar, essentially the HQ of the Mox….

 

She shook her head, bringing herself out of her memories and back into the present moment. 

The meeting hadn't gone well.  Having no other options, she'd decided that she would just have to go into business for herself.  Independent.  But for such a sheltered kid like herself to suddenly realize that her continued survival relied on being able to get somebody to pay her for sex? It took a while to come up with an approach.  And a realization that all her hopes for a relationship in the future?

 

She wasn't going to… get that chance.  To fumble around with a boy or a girl. To be bad at sex and work with her partner to make things fun.  For her to be held and loved afterwards.  

Most likely, her clients were going to be guys who were far too old for her. 

It was that thought that had made her reach out an hour or so ago on the NCART.

 

David. A hottie for sure, but with this… bright warm smile that made her feel all gooey.  And with the interest he showed in her, she jumped in with both feet, hopeful that this first time could at least be with someone her age… and not some old lech drooling on her.  She'd sort of expected him to want to take her to his place, but when he asked her to come to the Arcade… 

 

She forgot.  She forgot for a while.  She talked to him like he was a new boy in her class.  One who actually seemed interested in the things she talked about and just… wanted them both to have fun.  

She'd won a couple of games just as he had and never once did he get angry or annoyed. He was also… kind of weird in that he wasn't very chromed up.  Hardly at all for a Corpo Kid. And if she didn't see him waving around the cash like he had been, paying for admission, games, and now food?

 

She'd never have believed he was a Corpo Kid as she'd never once met one like him before. He was nice.  Like… almost impossibly nice.  And when her poor aching stomach had made its displeasure known?

 

All he'd done was ask her if she wanted to get some food. And now here they were, sitting at a table in the back of the little cafeteria area while a big pizza was placed before them, along with fries, and wings. 

 

It was a damn good thing that her mouth wasn't open because she could feel the saliva pooling in her mouth from how good everything looked and smelled.

 

"Well, go on.  Eat!" David said with a laugh, grabbing a slice of the pizza, munching down on it eagerly. 

 

She swallowed and tentatively grabbed a slice and bit into it. 

 

It was the single most delicious thing she had ever in her life consumed.  Oh sure, her parents had kept them fed on high quality foods, stuff with lots of nutrients and very little filler. Sometimes they'd even had real food.  Actual meat and vegetables. Fresh goddamn fruit. 

 

But this arcade pizza topped them all.  Because before this, she hadn't eaten properly in days, reluctantly diving in dumpsters, looking for something edible. She had failed for the most part, thus right now? With the saltiness of the grease, the warmth of the bread and the savoriness of the different toppings David had purchased…

 

Absolute ambrosia.  She let out a pornographic moan as she bit into the first piece, making David laugh a little. But she just didn't care.  She was hungry, and she was desperate to not be so.

"Oh my god this is so good." She groaned in satisfaction as she scarfed down her first slice so fast that David was still halfway done with his piece when she finished hers, grabbing for another. As she went to bite, she hesitated, wondering if maybe she was supposed to keep things equal, or if she could eat freely.

 

David hummed softly as he munched on the fries that came with the meal, grinning as she finished her slice. When he noticed that she wasn't eating more, he enthusiastically encouraged her to have more until she was satisfied.

 

"Go on Becca. I bought a lot of food, and if we're gonna eat it all we both need to go at it."

 

Her worries soothed, she chowed down hungrily on the fries, the wings, and the pizza.  A perfect combination.

 

"So… what's your plan after school choom? You get the top score at your Academy, what do you do then? Join the Corpo ranks? Become some filthy rich Gonk and head to an island? Or go full Corpo-career?"

 

David frowned as he chewed on his slice of pizza. 

 

"... I'm not really sure.  My Mom said I can do whatever I want, even if it's not Corporate related. I'm mostly just going to school so I can get a good education. Not because of the possible career benefits."

 

She hummed as she washed down her mouthful with a swig of soda, the bubbles delightful in her mouth and the sweetness cutting through the grease and salt of her food. 

 

That must be nice, being able to just… go through school, no expectations placed on you on what you're to do with your entire life. Her parents had long since given up any illusion that they cared about her and what she wanted to do with her life. Anytime she tried to reach out and make friends, she was either rebuffed for being weird and liking weird stuff, or her parents made things uncomfortable by asking about their parents positions.

 

She'd only known David for a few hours and she envied him for his connection with his mom.  He seemed lonely, sure, but at the very least he seemed like he was happy for the most part.  Not like her. She had her back to the wall, and the only way forward looked to be on her knees and on her back. 

 

God she was thinking about it again. She was going to be a prostitute. She was going to be an underage independent prostitute. And god knew how long that would last.  If she was lucky she'd probably get picked up by some gang and put to work, barely being able to pay for her rent and food until one day she died. 

 

And if she wasn't lucky? She'd get picked up by Scavs, and made to star in one of their "home movies". And God help her if that was the case, because no one else would.

 

"Hey..  you alright?"

 

David's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, distracting her from her inevitable fate. She blinked fiercely to dispel the moisture that was building up in her eyes and gave him a brittle smile.

 

"It's nothing David.  Really good food.  But don't you want to get back to the games? Get your money's worth?"

 

Just like he'll probably get his money's worth later.

 

Not seeming to completely believe her, David looked away and gazed at the remains of their meal. 

 

Very little there to be truthful. Maybe an errant fry or crumb, but between the both of them, they'd chowed down on the whole thing. Taking one last sip of his water, he pushed away from the table, giving her a small smile. 

 

"Alright then… let's go. Let's try something that won't make us move too much. Let our stomachs settle, cuz I'm not really up for paying for the cleanup if we were to throw up all over the place."

 

He said with a grin, nudging her shoulder playfully. His smile was infectious as she rolled her eyes and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. 

 

"Gross. Yeah alright come on.  I think I saw some old school stuff that we could just sit down and play. Oh! Yeah there is! Dwelling of the Deceased and Terrible Lizard Emergency."

 

The rest of the time spent at the arcade… It was fun.  It was so much fucking fun. She'd never enjoyed herself this much in her life, even when she'd finally reached level 20 in her D&D campaign and had achieved ultimate power .

 

It didn't even begin to compare, because there was someone with her.  Who enjoyed her company. Who thought she was smart! Who thought she was funny. But as an annoyingly right asshole once said… all good things come to an end.  

 

"Oh shit. Is it really 9:30? I need to start heading home. If I'm not there by the time my mom gets back she'll probably raze half the city to find me."

 

Rebecca laughed at his words, but noted that he wasn't. Interesting. But any further humor was cut off by her realization that it was… it was time for her end of the deal. Mouth suddenly dry, she gave as real a smile as she could.

 

"Well, if you'd like we could go back to your place before she gets back? Have some fun…"

 

David looked at her with an eagerness that sent a shudder of dread down her spine.

 

"That sounds awesome!"

 

She faked a smile again, turning away as she had to swallow again, her throat feeling tight.

 

"Well then…. Lead the way."

 

She managed to keep her cool as they traveled the streets of night city, her heart rate high but not… overly active. Conversation was a bit stilted as she tried to keep herself distracted from what was coming at the end of their destination. 

 

The entrance to the lobby and the elevator within especially made her… worried. Especially worried to be truthful. She thought she'd resigned herself to this, but as she entered the elevator her heart began to increase… rapidly. 

 

David didn't seem to notice, eagerly leading her inside and getting them settled at what looked to be their living room area. It was… honestly really nice. Not as big as her old place with her parents but this place actually felt like a home instead of a place to sleep.

 

Probably excited to get his dick wet. At least he was nice.

 

" So uh… you have a really cool place." She said with a little laugh, looking around as she fumbled with her jacket, her throat tightening again as she started to shake. 

 

"Thanks! We've been living here as long as I can remember. Mom keeps saying we could move to somewhere better if I wanted to, but this place is awesome! So why waste money when we could stay in an awesome place like this? I mean, it has a pool and everything!"

 

Somewhere in the back of her head, she agreed fervently. A pool, and all this awesome space? Grass on the outside veranda? Absolutely freaking awesome. 

 

But now, here at the forefront, she was steeling herself for what she had to do. 

 

It's not like it's too ridiculous right? Just… on your knees and suck? Right?

 

Her heart was beating like a drum, harder and faster as her anxiety and despair built in her chest. Fuck! She needed to do this quickly or she was going to cry.

 

"So… your mom gets home soon then?" She asked casually, feeling cold and wishing she could keep her baggy jacket on, the weight comforting in comparison to her exposed nature. 

 

"In about 20-30 minutes I'd say." He said easily, grinning as he sat down on the couch.

 

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick?" She said, her heart hammering and her stomach roiling in discomfort and anxiety.  She just… she couldn't do this.  

 

"Yeah no problem. We've got two, but the closer one is that way."

 

He said pointing at a door off to the side, across the room.

 

She gave him a brief nod of thanks before crossing to the bathroom, closing the door and looking in the mirror. She looked… well. She looked like she was gonna be sick. 

 

"Please… please big brother, answer your damn Holo."

 

Pilar had to answer. He had to.  He couldn't just… he couldn't leave her.  He couldn't really have forgotten her to the point where she was going to have to do this… right?"

 

She whispered softly as she gripped the sides of the sink, looking at the metal as she made the call. Nothing. 

 

She called twice more, desperate for him to answer,before finally leaving a message for him.

 

Becca: "Pilar… Pilar please. Please answer your Holo. I need… I need you to come help me.  The money's gone.  I don't know where to go.  I don't have any food. I'm… Big Brother I'm scared . If you don't answer I'm… I'm gonna have to do bad things to survive. I'm… fuck I don't want to do this but I don't know what else to do. Please… I don't have much time. I… I love you."

 

She hoped against hope that she would get a message back, demanding she tell him where she was that instant. 

 

But no one came.

 

Something happened then, when her last shreds of hope were destroyed. It was like everything around her suddenly became… less. Her head was slightly foggy as she slowly took Pilar's phone number and blocked it, along with erasing it. 

 

No one to protect me now.

 

She slowly looked up, dully noting that the look in her eyes was… dead. Unfocused.  Taking a bit of water from the faucet and splashing her face with it, the coldness of the water briefly shocked her into focus, her heart screaming in agony before her mind flesh once more. 

 

She carefully made sure her outfit was properly positioned, making sure the tube top showed what little cleavage she had and messed with her skirt to look more alluring. Finally, she pulled out a tube of lipstick she'd managed to palm while at Lizzy's after realizing they wouldn't help. 

 

No one will help me.

 

She slowly applied the bubblegum pink lipstick, sliding her lips together to properly apply it all. She looked like a prostitute she supposed.  Like she was ready to get on her knees or lie on her back. 

 

I'm all alone now. 

 

Everything still felt so… oddly foggy and confusing. But she wasn't touched by the pain in her heart, and her nausea wasn't affecting her like it had been. 

Well… time to begin.

 

She affected a sexy strut like she'd seen women on tv and various pornos do. She didn't have much to show off however and she didn't have the experience or confidence to really pull off alluring. But any self consciousness she might have had was…  not something that really bothered her at the moment. 

 

"Well b-big boy… let's s-see about making that wait more fun y-yeah?"

 

She said with a stutter, trying and failing to seem seductive. But maybe she could make up for a lack of smoothness with enthusiasm. Or whatever passed for it. No. No.

 

She was starting to feel it. Feel it all. 

 

David's brow furrowed as she spoke.

 

"... Huh?"

 

He responded to her confused as she suddenly fell  to her knees before him, hissing in pain as her hands trembled as she reached for his belt.  She had to finish this.  Finish the job and get paid and leave so she could break and cry curled up in the abandoned building that would never be home.

 

She choked as she started trying and failing to unbuckle his pants. Her fingers kept slipping and trembling until eventually..she cracked, the pain she'd been bottling started to seep through. She choked down her sobs as she chastised herself in disgust.

 

Look at me.  Not even able to do what I have to survive. No wonder he left me.  I'm just fucking worthl-

 

She was cut off by her self-flagellation by the warmth of David's hand upon hers, causing her to look up at him startled. What…? Why was he… why was he looking at her like that?

 

Like he cared.

 

David's eyes softened even as he held one of her hands in his, concern and worry first among the emotions in his eyes.

 

"Becca… what are you doing?"

 

And it was then that it clicked. He hadn't realized what she was doing.  This wasn't some long con date experience with a happy ending. He didn't expect her to sleep with him. 

 

…He didn't know what she had been forcing herself to do.

 

The wall she'd erected as soon as Pilar failed to rise to her protection shattered as the nausea and anxiety and emotional distress took her over, causing her to hunch over, vomiting up everything she'd eaten at the arcade. She couldn't even focus on how awful that felt because she was sobbing all the while, feeling disgusting and pathetic all together. 

 

"Oh shit! What the hell?!" David sputtered as she continued to throw up, before he moved away from her, almost frantic. 

Nice job Becca you stupid bitch.  

 

Now he probably hated her, disgusted by her. Probably went to get something to kick her out o-

 

"Hey Becca. I… I got you some water ok? Drink this slowly while I clean this up ok?" Came the stammering and slightly breathless tone of David, who when she dared to look up at him had a desperate and worried look upon his visage.

 

…This had to be a dream.  A fucked up awful dream with a silver fucking lining because nobody was that goddamn nice. But the glass he handed her was real, and so was the hand that gently rubbed her back briefly before cleaning up the puddle of sick she'd left on the nice wood floor. 

 

Once he'd tossed that in the washer and came back, having dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt swiftly, she belatedly realized she'd puked all over his school pants too as well as the floor. 

 

She blushed an almost atomic red. She couldn't just lose her lunch, she had to make him wear it too. Great. 

 

"I'm sorry." She whispered hoarsely as she stayed there, still on her knees until David pulled her up And settled her on the couch, both hands gripping the glass of water he'd given her like a lifeline. Looking up at him gingerly, she could tell he seemed out of his depth but… still seemed concerned. 

 

"Are… are you ok Rebecca? Do you need to go home? Or the hospital? My mom has good medic chipware, she could probably help you!"

 

He said with such faith in the idea that his mom could fix everything that her heart ached at the reminder of her own recently broken faith.

 

".... I'm ok David.  At least… The shit that's wrong with me isn't something medicine can fix.  I lied to you.  I've been lying this whole time."

 

As expected, David's eyes narrowed and his frame stiffened.

 

"...  Lied about what?"

 

He asked her cautiously.

 

She chuckled ruefully, leaning back, staring at the ceiling blankly. 

 

"...God…. Where to begin… I'm a corpo kid. My mom and Dad are middle management in Night Corp.  My brother… my parents put so much pressure on him… cuz he was smart. So much smarter than me… but I guess he couldn't take it one day. Did something really stupid with Dad's boss's triplets.  They disowned him so… very quickly.  And for the next year they tried to make me into his replacement.".

 

She sighed as she shook her head tiredly as apathy began to set in. She was just… so tired. Emotionally spent. She didn't care what happened anymore.

 

"... Long story short, my brother came back and dragged me out of my bed, and like a fucking moron, I trusted him. A couple months later he just… disappeared on me.  Walked out the door of this burnt out abandoned building he left me in and left me about 500eb. That was 3 weeks ago.  Before the food you bought us, I hadn't eaten properly in a week."

 

She looked over at David with a sickly smile, seeing that he looked horrified and sympathetic. 

 

"So I did what I thought would be my last resort.  I went to the Mox to try and get them to let me work for them as a hooker. They're the gang for the tired and misbegotten right? The fucking protectors of the working guys and girls. I thought they'd help me figure out what I had to do. How to keep myself safe. I'm not stupid you know, for all I'm not a genius. I know that they'd expect their cut."

 

It was then that a flare of anger grew in her heart, warming her  enough that she was able to bare her teeth as she continued her story, David a rapt and captive audience.

 

"But that bitch Suzy Q… she wouldn't fucking hear it.  Condescending to me, and finally saying there was no way the Mox were going to be part of the kiddie flesh trade. That I could come back in a couple years when I was more legal. Yeah! LIKE I'D HAVE A COUPLE YEARS!" She snarled, tears of rage leaking from her eyes as she sobbed briefly.

 

"... They weren't gonna help me without having something to offer.  They didn't want me hooking, I don't know shit about guns,and I don't have any connections."

 

She let out a frustrated shuddering breath.

 

"... So when I thought I couldn't go any lower… I took a tumble down a flight of subterranean stairs. Still had to try and make money, and this time I didn't have anyone to tell me what

To do, how much to charge, what's extra, how to handle the sex part of it. I was just spiraling, you know? Realizing I wasn't going to have a real first time. No boyfriend, no hesitant touches and loving cuddles. Just a bunch of probably way older guys making me suck their dicks and pumping away."

 

She lost the rage that was buoying her as another softer feeling filled her chest as she looked over at him with a gentle smile.

 

"... And then I saw you. You were wearing a 'Saka Academy uniform and seemed… really sweet talking to your mom.  I thought… Maybe if I had to do this, you would be the closest I could get to a proper first time.  With someone my age and not just… hump and dump.  Ya know? But…fuck you were so goddamn sweet. I thought you were just doing the girlfriend experience.  Taking me on a date before you fucked me. But to be honest I completely forgot about that for a while. I was…. I was just having so much fun."

 

Tears filled her eyes as she started to sob slightly. 

 

"I-i'd never had friends before. My p-parents were always more worried about whether I was m-making connections."

 

She said, almost hiccuping as the emotions filled her tired exhausted body. 

 

"... The hours I spent with you were some of the nicest in my entire life.  And then you fucking fed me. And then it was over. It was time for… for my part of the job."

 

David attempted to say something but she reached out and grabbed his closest hand, squeezing it gently.

 

"..please… just.. let me finish. Then you can… do whatever you want."

 

He looked disgruntled and like he really wanted to say something, but he nodded reluctantly. 

 

"... Taking me back to your place, I felt… god I felt so sick.  I hated it. I wanted it to just be normal. Hanging out with a friend.  Not fucking selling myself. So I.. I tried calling Pilar one last time. And…"

That was when she really started to lose it, sobbing in agony. 

 

"I hate him! He didn't answer me! I begged him to call me, and he didn't! He's supposed to be my big brother, and he just… left me. He left me all alone.  I… I had nothing.  So I just… pulled myself together and...and…"

 

He squeezed her hand back. 

 

"...Rebecca I am so sorry. I didn't… I didn't think for an instant that I'd be paying you for sex. I just… I just wanted a friend."

 

She laughed in a watery little sob. 

 

"Yeah… yeah I got that.  But… fuck David.  I'm sorry to drop all this on you.  I just…"

 

She shrugged helplessly.

 

"I don't know what I'm going to do."

 

In every possible outcome she had thought of while sitting on that couch, she never could have imagined what would come next. 

 

"... Why don't you stay with us?"

 

David asked her tentatively.

 

She blinked rapidly, before looking over at him again, certain that she hadn't heard things correctly.

 

"What?"

 

But he just started smiling, and getting more enthused as time went on. 

 

"Stay here with us!"

 

__

 

"Fucking cocksucking putas!!!"

 

Gloria snarled as she closed the door to Silverhand's Porsche, stomping towards the elevator so hard she was likely to crack the concrete. Not that she cared.  Those bastards had her stay late on a weeknight when she could have been spending time with her son, and they didn't even have the decency to put her in a hot zone. She didn't shoot a single fucking round the entire goddamn time or get to pop punch a hole in any foolish meat. 

 

She inhaled deeply and exhaled, her mind simmering with a deep annoyance. At least she got paid premium rates for it. Not like she *needed* it really but it was more money in the account and that was always good.  As the elevator took her up, she rolled her shoulders and a smile grew on her face. 

 

At the very least she was going to finally cuddle with her son as he told her about his day at school. God he was growing up so fast and so handsome! The proper nutrients and extremely safe organic boosters she'd sourced from Europe were also assisting in his growth.  He was going to be a big boy when he grew up.  Once he hit puberty she'd be sure to start showing him how to use the weights she'd bought a few years back and set up in the open area of the penthouse. Wouldn't do to be tall as a house and have noodly arms after all.  Her boy needed to be strong. 

 

Her bad mood almost forgotten, she sauntered into the penthouse as she heard her darling son say something to… a girl?

 

Who the fuck was she?!

 

Her eyes flashed as she used her onboard scanning tech to look over the little puta and was almost disappointed to only find corporate level cyberware with no offensive capabilities. Unable to immediately crush the girl into paste, she continued walking in, turning to her son and smiling widely. 

 

"Davey! Did you miss me sweetheart?"

 

"Mom!"

 

He leapt off the counter and wrapped an arm around her waist, his head buried in her chest and all was right with the world again.  She hated leaving him for the day for school but these reunions made up for it.  His hugs always felt like he was pouring pure warmth into her cyberheart.

 

All too soon, he pulled away, and eagerly gripped her hand and gestured at the meat on the couch. 

 

"This is Rebecca mom! She's my new friend.  Can she stay with us?"

 

If this was a TV show, this would be the moment where a record scratch would have occurred. Stay… with them? Share their space? Every single part of her being wanted to tell him no immediately, but she took a breath.  Remembered the stupid parenting books that had helped more than she was willing to admit, and responded calmly. 

 

"What do you mean stay with us Baby? Do you mean for the night or…?"

 

Please let it be for the night. She could deal with a sleepover.

 

"No, she… well.  Becca?"

 

The meat looked up at her, awe obvious in her expression before it screwed up into shame and sorrow. 

 

"... Ok. I'll… Here's the story."

 

Gloria listened quietly as the meat continued on with her sob story.  She'd heard worse.  Meat hadn't even sucked her first dick or shivved a cunt yet. But her sweet boy seemed extremely moved.  And goddammit she still was incapable of truly denying him something when he honestly didn't ask for much. So reluctantly, she said.

 

"Alright David, ok.  She can stay. Why don't you go on and get her some of your spare clothes? Gotta say though… whores are getting younger and younger these days. How old are you? 10?"

 

The girl's eyes hardened into a glare that amused her. It was like watching a puppy growl. 

 

"I'm 14! I'm just… short for my age."

 

David's eyes went wide. 

 

"Whoa! You're 14? That's crazy! You're older than I am!"

 

Gloria's mouth slowly curled into a smirk as the girl realized what that meant.

 

"Wait… how old are you?"

 

"Oh me?" David asked, distracted as he headed towards his room. "I'm 12."

"...OH THAT'S BULLSHIT!" The girl snarled in annoyance and pouted at the revelation. 

 

Gloria took this time while David was distracted to have a… heart to heart with the girl.

 

Standing over her, her massive amazonian frame dwarfed the little girl, and she narrowed her eyes as she spoke slowly.

 

"I'm going to make this perfectly clear girl; that boy is my entire life. And if you do anything to make his generosity not worth it, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

 

The girl's face paled further from the sickly complexion she'd had, but didn't change much in terms of expression. 

 

"... Yeah. I understand Ma'am."

 

Gloria kept a focused gaze on her for a moment before reluctantly nodding.  The meat had some spine at least. And intelligence. That was good. Stupid meat got stupid ideas. 

 

"I'm back! I've got some shorts and some of my t-shirts." David said as he returned, a few options available. Clothes that actually looked comfy and soft. Stuff that the girl would likely be eager to sleep in.

 

Glorias face softened almost immediately as she ruffled his hair softly. 

 

"That's my boy. Always so sweet." 

 

He grinned at her  from under her hand, before looking at the girl. 

 

"Ok Becca, here you go… and… um…" He frowned then as he looked back at his room and his mom's.

 

"... We don't have a third bed."

 

The girl for her part immediately piped up. 

 

"I'm fine! Honestly, I could just sleep on the couch.  It… it would seriously be *amazing* compared to what I've been sleeping on these last few months."

 

Gloria didn't care much, as long as the girl knew her place and didn't do anything to annoy her or her son.

 

"Well… if you're sure.  But we can get you a bed soon right? Like in the next couple of days mom?"

 

Oh her boy.  She was going to need to make sure he knew not to let people take advantage of him… that sweetness that she loved in him was ripe for abuse from malicious bastards…

 

"Of course baby. Now, it's a bit late, and you've still got school in the morning.  The weekend is coming up, and when we get there, I'll talk with the girl about her… responsibilities in our home. "

 

Afterall, now that she thought about it… training up a bodyguard for her son while she worked was not a terrible idea. If nothing else the girl could soak up the bullets meant for him while she rushed to his location.

 

Regardless, she supposed she should get used to this.  Their household had a new addition.

 

She would be keeping an eye on her.

 

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The next couple of hours seemed like a dream.  She took a hot shower, brushed her teeth, and just… felt clean for the first time in months.  She was… god.  She felt like a person again.  A bruised, broken, and utterly raw person, but she was functional. 

 

And it was all thanks to David Martinez. David, who as much as he looked up to and had boundless faith in his mother… so too did he seem to have her utterly wrapped around his little finger. She was absolutely certain that if David hadn't been so insistent on having her stay, Gloria Martinez would have kicked her out as soon as possible. 

 

There was something in that woman's eyes.  Behind the incredibly sexy amazonian body,(seriously it wasn't fair that some women got all the height), there was a distinctly… off presence there. Miss Martinez didn't react like normal people, and she made jokes that only she and David found funny.  As for the threat to her life… she actually didn't feel scared. In a weird way, it felt like she was just laying down the law. The only difference being that breaking the law would have Gloria kill her without a second of hesitation.

 

She should probably be more worried about that.  But honestly, if she did something so awful that she made David hate her or wish he'd never let her stay? She probably would prefer to die than be kicked out.  Abandoned. 

 

So here she was, in a t-shirt and shorts wrapped up in a blanket on the couch.  She was… very warm.  Cozy.  She had a full belly, having eaten a few small things before she went to bed, and feeling clean and fresh from the shower and teeth brushing. 

 

But she couldn't sleep.  She still… she was scared it would be a dream and that she would wake up in that busted up building again. She wished she had Reggie. Whenever she had bad dreams, or felt like everything was coming down around her, squeezing Reggie always managed to bring her back to earth. To calm her enough to make sleep seem like something that wasn't completely impossible.

 

She should just lay there. She shouldn't bother him.  Not being able to sleep was… it was bullshit. Not important.  And for fucks sake he was like.. 2 years younger than her. 

 

So why was she walking to his room at 3am in the morning?

 

Because I've lost control of my fucking life.

 

Sitting down tentatively, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the young boy who she had initially pegged as older than herself. 12 years old. Whenever she thought of heroes, she thought of pre-DataKrash characters like Spider-Man or Batman…

 

But… no. Right now her biggest hero was a much taller than average 12 year old. 

 

"Thank you. For saving me."

 

She whispered softly, cursing silently when his eyes fluttered and he looked up to her, yawning.

 

"Mmm… hi Becca.  Wanna sleep with me?"

 

She flushed at the unintentional double entendre, never having slept with someone in either sense.  David must be used to with his mother.  She could say no but…

 

"... I think I'd like that."

 

She said quietly. David acquiesced with a yawn, scooting over and lifting the blanket up.  Wrapping her arms around him, David lowered the blanket and sleepily wrapped an arm around her as well. 

 

This…. It felt nice.  Felt right. 

 

He was warm.  He was her friend. 

 

… he wasn't going to abandon her.

 

"Goodnight Becca."

 

He mumbled before passing out, as she laughed quietly, resting her head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. 

 

"... Goodnight David."

 

Goodnight Hero.

Notes:

Hoo boy. Been a while. Hopefully everybody enjoys and I can. Get back to posting more regularly. See ya!

Chapter 4: Chapter 3-Happy Birthday David

Summary:

David wrestles with desire, Becca faces down Suzy, and David get laid~

3 years passed, and things changed rather drastically in the Martinez household.  To Gloria's dismay, Rebecca had ended up becoming even closer to David than she had been at first, becoming a part of the household.  David especially had come to enjoy having a Big Sister in his life that he could talk to when his mom was at work or busy.  

And speaking of David, the young man had gained quite a bit of height and mass in the past couple of years. Puberty, biological adjustments, and a well balanced diet plus a specially tailored exercise plan had turned David into an absolute unit. On the day of his 15th birthday, October 31st, David was weighing in at 6'2" and a little over 230 pounds. He certainly did not look that young.  If it weren't for his youthful visage, it wouldn't be hard to imagine him to be in his early and mid 20's. A fact that David was constantly amused by especially when it came to his sister. 

Rebecca had grown exactly 2 more inches, and after going to a doctor, they'd determined that she was likely to stay at 4' flat for the rest of her life, barring any chrome replacements. She'd been very pouty after that, not pleased at all… but she hadn't minded so much when he said that she looked good at that height, and that she was still his big sister. It was soon after that, that Gloria had taken her off to the side and started training Rebecca like she had been training him.  Even more meticulous at times it seemed. 

They hadn't lied about why that was either.  Mama had told him from the beginning that she was going to make sure that Rebecca wasn't a danger to him, and Rebecca had said that she wanted to protect him like he'd protected and saved her.  So while he was in school, Mama and Rebecca had gone to a ripper to get her some important beginner upgrades. 

 

They'd come in handy over the years as his mother had essentially begun treating Rebecca like an assistant.  Well… David was being generous. Becca was more of a gopher, going to places and picking things up, making deliveries and appointments that Mama didn't want to deal with. David wasn't blind to the fact that his mom really didn't care about his sister, but she was never cruel or deliberately mean spirited.  And Becca didn't mind. He'd asked about it after a year, and he'd never forgotten the words she'd said to him. 

 

Mama Gloria has legitimately been kinder and more concerned about me as a fucking person than my own parents. And you're the best brother I could ask for. I'm in a good place now.  So don't worry about me.

 

Though the words made him sad, the sentiment at least made him smile. Life had really made a turn for the better ever since he'd convinced his mom to let her stay.  But now puberty had hit.  And lord it had hit like a truck. He was constantly thinking about sex, and his net searches had gotten… well. Rather single-minded. 

 

And as for being at home… Maybe David was like this from the beginning, or maybe how he was raised had led him to not adhere to societal Norms so strongly…

 

But his eyes had started to wander.  Objectively, both his big sister, and his mother were attractive women.  And for whatever reason, the fact that they were family did nothing to temper this observation.  Now, that wasn't to say that David began to perv on his mom or Becca, but neither of them had ever felt the need to wear too much or conceal their bodies all that much.  

 

Hell, right now his mom was laying out on a beach chair next to the pool, enjoying the sun for a while before she went to dive in.  She wasn't wearing an especially skimpy bikini, but she wasn't exactly a toothpick. She had sculpted muscles and proud feminine curves on display. 

 

The divots in her abs themselves were enough to make his mouth water. 

 

"So mijo , I've been thinking about what I should do for your 15th birthday." She said, having heard him make his way even with her eyes closed, soaking up the sun so deliciously. It was something that David had stopped questioning.  To be honest, he just assumed she'd done so much combat work that she couldn't be snuck up on. 

"Oh yeah Mama ? What's that?"

 

He said as he pulled off his own shirt, his body thick with well earned muscles and very clear skin. He took a seat next to her, and was almost immediately smacked lightly with a plastic bottle. 

 

"Oi! Get some good sunscreen on otherwise you're gonna be all leathery and gross." She teased playfully but there was always that undercurrent of truth in her words that made him willing to do as she said. 

 

"Oh alright.  But if I'm getting it on, so are you." He said unthinkingly as he poured sunscreen out and began to carefully apply it all over his body. It was only as she moved to turn on her stomach that he realized what he had just said. Once he was done with his sunscreen… he would be putting it on her as well. And as a teenager who could get hard at just about anything even vaguely feminine shaped….

 

Oh shit.

 

"Whatever you say kid." His mom said with a shrug as she laid on the bed, large muscular ass pointed upwards, the seat of her bikini covering about half of her cheeks. Getting comfortable, she spoke back towards him, "Alright, ready whenever you are Davey."

 

Oh fuck.

 

With a swallow, he reached for the bottle again, and squeezed a good amount of it along her back, the muscles underneath being taut and powerful.  He'd always thought his mom was beautiful. But it was only this past year or so that he'd realized that she was scorching hot as well.

 

"So what are you wanting to do for my birthday mamá?" He asked her as his strong hands touched her powerful back, working in the sunscreen slowly and almost tentatively as he tried not to think about how good and warm she felt under his hands. 

 

She laughed then and hummed in approval as he applied the sunscreen generously, working his fingers into her flesh. 

 

"Well, you've been growing so big lately, that I'm having to realize you're not a kid anymore.  You'll always be my little boy, but you're not a child. Especially in this world." She remarked, seeming a little sad but also extremely proud of him. Meanwhile, his hands continued down her back and spine, to work on the back of her thighs trying desperately not to get hard from the warmth and texture of her muscled flesh under his fingers.

 

He was failing. Thank fuck she wasnt looking in his direction. 

 

"Mmm.. that feels nice sweetie. Don't forget the rest of me though.  Anyway, I know you're getting older and that's making… some major changes in you. In your mind and body."

 

She wasn't…. She couldn't possibly…?

 

"Heh.  Well, with how you close your door multiple times a day and are taking longer showers… let's just say I know for a fact that you're starting to enjoy some of the features of your growing meat. Heh.  Wordplay. Anyway, I decided that it would be a good idea for you to get a bit of… instruction on how best to handle yourself. No son of mine is gonna be shit in bed."

 

She said firmly, even as David's thoughts went wild. 

 

Holy fuck.  Holy fuck is she saying what I think she's saying? Do I really want t-

 

His thoughts were cut off as she turned over once he was done with her thighs,( he didn't get to do her ass. Dammit.) And she began to turn around. 

 

Panicking, David shifted himself slightly so that his extremely, almost painfully erect cock was throbbing down the length of his thigh instead of pointing up, making an obvious bulge.

 

"So I decided…"

 

Oh god. Am I ready? I'm so fucking horny, and is… this ok? Could mom and I really..?

 

"That I'm getting you a hooker for your birthday." His mom said as she lay back, getting her front covered with the sunscreen as David was cut short of his incestuous musings.

 

"... What?"

 

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Earlier, On MomsOfNC.subnet-

 

Gloria checked the message board looking for a solution to her latest challenge. Surely somebody had ideas. 

 

For fucks sake, kids have been getting porn and shit for ages. Somebody has to know what to do.

 

Typing into the forum specifically for Moms of teenage boys, she began relaying her thoughts. 

> METAL_MAMA: My son's getting to that age and things have gotten awkward between us. I found him looking at porn a few days ago and I don't know if I should talk to him about it.

 

> The_Queen: It's important to have an honest discussion about this with him, even if it's awkward.

 

> Pistol_Packin_Mama: Yeah! He should know he can always come to you with his problems.

 

> Sparrowhawk: You should assure him that there's nothing shameful about what he's feeling and that relieving those urges is perfectly natural.

 

> The_Queen:Watching too much could build the wrong expectations though. It's important for him to find out that a real experience is very different. You don't want him watching a bunch of gonk brained porn BDs and have him think he's gonna be a god in bed.  God knows I've slept with too many people who tried porn moves on me.

 

Real experience…. Now that made a whole heap of sense. 

 

 "... I should get him a hooker."

 

Wait…. No, that would require her to talk more with meat…and she'd have to deal with speaking to some whore who wouldn't be good enough for David.  Hm… the girl. The girl could do this task.  Gloria had to admit, she was remarkably obedient, and never had any backtalk. 

 

She could see what the girl could do with a more complicated task.

 

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Back at the loft-

 

David blinked as he felt both relieved and deeply disappointed that things weren't going to go the route he thought they were.  He was… fuck.  Wait. A hooker? 

 

"Why a hooker mom?" He wasn't necessarily against it, as the idea of getting to have sex was extremely exciting, but with a stranger? Someone he'd never even laid eyes on? That felt a little off, he couldn't lie. 

 

His mom hummed and laid back on her beach chair, as David followed her lead. Luckily for him, his shaft was still along the length of his thigh, not being noticeable at first glance. 

 

"Well, I figure one of these days, you might want to get into the pants of some girl or woman, and if you're going to screw the little puta, you'd best do it in such a way she comes crawling back for more. You don't want a rep for being a bad lay, so I figure how better to make sure you get the practice you need then by introducing you to a professional?"

 

David was a bit nonplussed, but it… well it kinda made sense.  

 

"... But how the hell are you picking one out? Did you just pick one out of a catalog?" He tried to joke, still dealing with the weirdness of it.  Unfortunately he was still wrangling with it when his mom spoke next. 

 

"Nah.  I sent the girl down to Lizzie's to pick up a girl.  She knows what you like, and I told her to try and keep things simple. No orgies. We'll save that for your graduation day Mijo ." She smirked and looked over at him with a wink. 

 

Becca? She sent Becca to pick up a prostitute for his birthday?! At Mox Headquarters? After what that bitch Suzy Q had done to his big sister? Wait. 

 

"How the hell does she know what I like?!?!"

 

Gloria looked at him with a patient and sympathetic gaze.

 

"Sweetheart, you left one of your BD's in the TV monitor hookup.  Gotta say, you've got good taste. None of those stick thin ladies. No interest in men?"

 

Oh god, shoot me.

 

He wondered what Becca was doing right about now. 

 

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Lizzie's Bar-

 

The years had been good to 17 year old Rebecca Martinez. Well… she wasn't legally a Martinez just yet, but she hoped one day Mamá Gloria would think she was worth accepting into the family. Maybe even…. Well. That was a whole other topic of conversation. 

 

Regardless, Rebecca was better than she'd ever been.  She'd been given plenty of high quality and durable clothes. Chief among them, the badass puffy coat she liked to wear, along with the crop top that molded to her like it was skin, and her biker shorts which did the same. 

 

Her face had changed very little except for getting some skin mods to change her tannish flesh to a more colorful hue. Her eyes had also been replaced with some MK 3 Kiroshis, and she knew for a fact that when the MK 4s came out she'd be able to get those too. 

 

And as for her more… personal assets? Heh. Well, Becca had recently in the last few months gotten herself a set of nice C-cup titties to replace her flat chest, and hoo boy was she absolutely ecstatic with them.  And holy shit the adjustable sensitivity was perfect .

 

And as for her ass? She had grown quite the sizable posterior to be perfectly honest.  Enough that she always had a bit of a jiggle when she walked, even when she was wearing jeans. She honestly hadn't expected that, not needing to do anything for her ass. It was all naturally grown, no sculpting, no biomods, and no cyberware. She had the beginnings of a massive dump truck ass and she fucking loved it. 

 

It certainly did a good job in attracting David's attention.  

 

David… oh David… She loved him. She hadn't started that way of course.  She'd been 14, practically an adult in her own eyes.  David had been her savior, and admittedly attractive but him being only 12 despite his impressive physique, along with her own trauma from almost having to sell herself… it had buried things deep. 

 

For a year at least. And in that year, she felt alive . She'd decided to educate herself at home, not sitting around and just watching programs.  She'd gotten her GED Within that year, along with doing the exercises and drills that Mamá Gloria had her doing. She'd become so very fond of the Amazonian woman to the extent that she had started to see her as more of a mother than her birth one ever had been. It wasn't mutual she knew, but that was ok.  She was honest and fair. That was more important. 

 

Davey gave her more love and affection than she knew what to do with afterall. Even on the best of times, Pi-... He had never been very touchy,much less their father and mother.  David however… oh David was a hugger.  A cuddler. And Rebecca had leaned into it like a cat to heat. David had a way of making you feel warm in your heart, not just your skin.

 

They'd watched so many movies, and she'd shown him so many of her favorite hobbies.  Table top games, sci-fi books and movies, old pre-datakrash material..

 

It felt like he was just… Well.  She really did feel like a big sister, taking care of her little brother.  Heh.  Though by now, Davey was over two whole feet taller than her. 

 

What had caused her to start feeling so strongly for David? She couldn't even figure that out to be fair.  She couldn't point the exact moment out.  But just… one day, he was making dinner for her, and gave her a hug when she was feeling low. And she just felt this… amazing warmth.  

 

And then she started noticing how strong he was becoming… how muscular and flexible and still so smart.  She'd once thought that… he was the smartest man alive. She'd been a fool.  David was so scarily smart it blew her mind.  She'd looked at some of his old homework at the academy. 

 

She couldn't have pulled that stuff off now much less when she was 10 years old. David was confident. Maybe a bit cocky at times, but he was always kind to her, always wanting to make Gloria proud of him.

 

She loved him.  And now, on his 15th birthday, here she was at the door to Lizzie's to pick out the perfect girl to celebrate his anniversary of life, as well as teach him to fuck. And she wasn't mad about it. 

 

She wasn't. 

 

…

 

Ok she was a little mad about it.  But shit if it didn't make sense the way Gloria had explained it. Getting somebody who knew good sex and bad sex front and back would be the best way to make sure David got the instruction he needed.  Though if Becca hadn't been certain that Mama Gloria didn't have much experience herself, she might have risked telling the Amazonian that she should teach Davey herself. 

Yeah she knew about David's crush on his mom.  Hell, she figured that David might have a crush on her .  But he hadn't done anything overt of course. He wasn't some gonk anime protagonist who only peeped on women instead of trying to talk to them… but then again Gloria and Rebecca were a whole other scenario.  They were his mother and sister. 

 

That's not something you just bring up out of the blue.  But…. Well.  She'd made up her own mind. Regardless of what happened tonight…

 

I'm gonna let him know how I feel. 

 

… Right after I find the right girl.

 

Paying the entrance fee to the club, she walked into the place that had denied her sanctuary. It wasn't the first time she'd been back here to be fair. Nowhere near. If you wanted ethical, and hot porno BDs, you bought from the Mox. Anywhere else… well.  You might find yourself accidentally popping in an XBD. 

 

And yeah, Becca had a taste for a good porno BD. She liked seeing smaller girls get manhandled by big slabs of beef. How happy they looked doing it.  Oh, she never did the full experience where it was like her getting fucked. She didn't want to be that girl.  She just liked the sounds and sights, imagining her little brother fucking her stupid. 

Oooh… shudders down her spine. That little taboo thought always ended up doing it for her. But anyway, now she was in the bar, she felt… out of sorts. How the hell did she do this?

It was almost funny. 3 years ago, she had no idea how she was supposed to go about getting a client, and now here she had no idea how to go about paying for the ladies' time. 

 

"Becca." Came a voice next to the bar, making her look up and smile at the source. 

 

"Rita! You badass bitch, how are ya?" She said with a grin, hopping up on a bar stool and giving the Mox bouncer a quick side hug which was returned with affection.

 

"I'm doing pretty good girl.  You here to pick up some new Virtus? Judy got some preem new stuff.  And most of em got the third person view so you can just watch. Still don't get why you don't like the normal perspectives."

 

Rebecca just shrugged and gestured to Mateo to get her a rum and coke, her usual starter drink. 

 

"I don't want to know what it's like to get fucked until I have my first time with someone I care about… until then I'll just watch other folks.  But no, I'm not here for anything new tonight.  I'm…. Well.  You know David? My little brother?"

 

Mateo brought the rum and coke down, setting it in front of the shortstack, providing a straw.

 

Rita however just rolled her eyes.

 

"You only talk about him every time you come here.  I swear, you're in love with him."

 

Not the point but fair.

 

"Yeah well, today's his 15th birthday.  And his mom sent me out to find someone to help him… celebrate it all special like, ya get me?" Ok yeah, it kinda sounded weird when she put it like that. 

 

Rita raised an eyebrow but she had apparently heard worse. 

 

"... 15 huh? That's kinda young.  Not many here would be down for that. Cuts outs a good 70% of the girls and guys here.  Whatcha looking for.  A top or a bottom?"

 

Well, at least Rita wasn't freaking out. 

 

"Ok, so we're looking for a woman who's willing to let him be in charge, but also can teach him how to have good, proper sex.  David's a good guy, and he learns really quickly. Things that would be benefits but don't have to be part of it would be if the girl was really thick.  Big ass, big tits and juicy thighs. Ya get me?"

 

Once she actually started listing what she was looking for, Rebecca was pleasantly surprised to find that it was just like asking for new orders for her guns or getting them serviced. That would help for the future.

 

Rita sipped her drink and frowned. 

 

"... That combo makes things a lot harder. Female only, those proportions, a bottom, an instructor, and willing to fuck a 15 year old? I don-"

 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Rebecca?"

 

Becca's eyes closed in frustration as her body swelled with anger and not a little hurt, before taking a breath and spinning around on her bar stool to look the leader of the Mox in the eye.

 

"Hey there Suzy.  Just… trying to see if any of the girls in the club are looking for some freelance work tonight. It's my brother's birthday."

 

The gorgeous and yet extremely callous leader of the Mox gave her an extremely distrustful look. 

 

"Brother huh… yeah right.  We all know you ended up getting picked up by some corpo family.  God knows the kind of shit they've been having you do, and now, you want to drag one of my people into a nest of vipers like that?

 

What, did they promise you some fancy new chrome, or brand new clothes?"

 

Rebecca's eyes narrowed as her jaw clenched. 

 

Her temper was holding by an extremely frayed thread.  Even after all these years, Suzy Q was an extremely sore point for her. Second only to her parents and P-... Him. " Who the fuck do you think you are to accuse me of that? What right do you fucking have!?"

 

Suzy Q was unphased.  Crossing her arms under her tits, Becca idly lamented the fact that David wasn't very experienced and that Suzy Q would likely never put herself in the position to be fucked by him, because she wished she could see him humble her by making her into a cum hungry drooling whore.  

… Huh. That's kind of hot actually. 

 

"I'm the leader of this gang. They depend on me to make sure that they stay safe, and that the fuckers who would gladly see them chopped up and used like cuts of meat stay well the fuck away from them. So when I see a little sellout walking Into my club, trying to lure some of my girls to an unknown Fate? Yeah.  Yeah I ask some goddamn questions."

 

Rita spoke up as Rebecca's veins and tendons in her neck began to pulse and tense. 

 

"Hey Boss, that's uncalled for. Becca's not a scav or some shit like that. She's been coming here for like 2 full years and we ain't ever had any trouble from her.  Mateo, back me up on this." She said turning to the bartender who was cleaning up a section of the bar. 

 

He didn't even look up, but indulged Rita by speaking clearly so they all could hear him. 

 

"She's a good customer. Pays her tab regularly, tips well, and we've never had a single complaint about her taking liberties or making demands.  If she says she's looking to find a girl to sleep with David for the night, that's what she's looking to do."

 

"Well I don't fucking trust it. It's our responsibility to take care of our girls. That's the reason we made the Mox Rita.  So that we wouldn't have to watch some Scav or corpobastard tear apart some girl because she had no one to turn to." 

 

Rita clenched her jaw, seemingly having a hard time arguing with the statement.  Rebecca on the other hand felt like her mind had gone blank for a moment. 

 

"What the fuck did you just say?" She whispered before pure unyielding rage began to burn in her chest. 

 

"You heard me corpowhore. You want somebody to fuck your owner, do it yourself."

 

Suzy said with a sneer, even as Rita and Mateo both looked at her with disappointment and distress.

 

Rebecca snapped. Years of resentment and hurt feelings buried deep in her heart came erupting in a fountain of rage as Rebecca hopped off the stool and stomped up to her, staring up in rage. 

 

"You fucking scum sucking , self satisfied goddamn hypocrite!!! Caring about your girls? Caring about your people?! Don't give me any of that! I came to you, on bended goddamn knee three years ago, begging for help.  Pleading for you to give me something so that I didn't end up having to try and whore myself out all on my own with no one to protect me. AND WHAT DID YOU TELL ME?! "

 

Rebecca snarled, her hands just barely keeping from striking her in the stomach or the cunt, even more just barely keeping from pulling a gun. 

 

Suzy was stone faced and said nothing, even as Rita watched with an expression that was best described as sickened. 

 

"ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She roared in pure wrath, not bothering to lower her voice. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME WHEN I SAID THAT I WOULD WHORE MYSELF OUT, BE A FUCKING JANITOR, LEARN HOW TO SHOOT A GUN, JUST FUCKING ANYTHING?! JUST DONT MAKE ME GO OUT THERE ALONE!?"

Suzy swallowed as a small bead of sweat started to develop, the music began to die down and everyone was watching the blowup between the leader of the Mox and a Shortstack. Rita for her part couldn't even watch.  All the guilt and shame that she'd been forcing down as best she could was erupting just like Becca was now. Yeah she knew about what had happened.  She'd even said that Suzy had been too harsh. That they could have found something for her to do.  But no.  Suzy was insistent that since Rebecca had had no skills and was only 14 at the time… they weren't going to waste resources that could go to their people.

 

And Rita had agreed.

 

And now all of her regrets were coming home to roost.

 

" YOU TOLD ME COME BACK IN A FEW YEARS IF I DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE! " Rebecca snarled in abject anger and damn near hatred, all this buried hurt fueling her and allowing her to ignore the fact that the entire club was looking at her. Her throat tightened as she looked up at that impassive disdainful face, only the barest hint of sympathy breaking through. 

 

"I begged you Suzy.  I said, "The Mox are supposed to help people." She said quietly.  "And you told me that the Mox helps its own. Then you told me to get out. I tried finding my first client that day, you know." She said softly but still clear to those who were now invested in this like it was a drama programme.

 

"What does that ha-" Suzy attempted to butt in, to take control of the situation.  Rebecca wasn't having it. 

 

"Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk right now!" She snarled with fury ever present.

 

Suzy's jaw clenched but seemed like she realized that the short girl was on the edge.. and the best thing to do was just let her wear herself out. 

 

"... I scoped out a bunch of guys.  There were a few who seemed interested. But they had that… that sickness in their eyes. Like when kids would walk by them…"

 

Becca shuddered and everyone who was listening felt a lurch in their stomachs. 

 

"... I didn't want that to be my first experience if I could help it. So I looked all over town to try and find somebody my age or just a little older. It took hours and I didn't find anyone.  Until finally…"

 

It was only then as Becca began to reminisce about that first fateful meeting with David that she began to smile. To have her eyes light up, and be filled with utter love… joy… damn near worshipfulness.

 

"I met him. David.  And my life has never been the same.  He took me to have fun at an arcade. Fed me.  And didn't even want me to suck his dick much less fuck him.  He welcomed me into his home . Some fucking homeless trashy bitch who had nothing to offer even to the people who say they're the protectors of the most vulnerable." She glared at Suzy briefly before her face gentled once more as she remembered all the kindness and affection she had gained from becoming part of David's family. 

"Even if I was his fucking personal whore, I would be proud of that fact, because there is no one in this city who's done as much for me. So don't you dare fucking insinuate I'm trying to find someone for him to hurt." And it was with that final sentence that she finally seemed to realize that she was being stared at.  She blushed a little bit realizing she'd aired her entire load of dirty laundry for everyone to hear, but faced it with some patented Becca bravado.

 

"Now, which one of you bitches wants to make some fucking money tonight??"

 

It was a testament to the confidence and power in Becca's demeanor that a number of the girls seemed interested… but after seeing how Suzy still looked furious, they quickly looked away and went back to their jobs. 

 

Becca's jaw clenched.  What was she gonna do? Mama Gloria had been insistent on getting a professional for David tonight, and Becca sure as hell wasn't one.  And she didn't want to pick one from the street.  God knows what kind of crap they might be carrying, and if David got an STI or STD because of Becca… ugh. Gloria wouldn't have to kill her because she'd do it herself.

 

Suzy Q looked overwhelmingly smug. 

 

"Well little girl, looks like no one is gonna take you up on it.  So take your fat ass and chro-"

 

"Ah what the hell.  How much you offering Becca?" Piped up Rita.  Suzy looked at her with an almost… betrayed look on her face. 

 

"800 Eddies for the night.  If David gives you a glowing review after, it'll bump up to 1500."

 

That was a not insignificant amount of money for one night of work.  Even with the Mox's cut, Rita would be making a fair amount of cash even if the corpobrat didn't give her a glowing review.

 

"Any weird kinks?" Rita asked, and Becca shrugged. 

 

"Not that I know of.  Anything weird that you're willing to do and he asks for, we'll add extra. But for tonight, really we just want him to have a fun night, and to be taught how to fuck like a champ. Can ya do that Rita?"

 

"RITA!" Suzy protested, looking appalled and betrayed. 

 

"What? Am I not allowed to do any solo work? Pretty sure part of being a Mox is being able to take jobs freely.  Or are you going to deny me the job because its not safe?"

 

That was something Suzy could do and had done in the past. But always with mountains of proof.  But if she denied Rita this job and had no proof… well.  Things were already starting to get rather shaken up.

 

Suzy looked Rita in the eye with a furious glare, before turning away. 

 

"On your own head be it then." As she walked away, all anger and disappointment. Rita for her part wasn't immune to the feeling as well.  If Suzy had been right, and really felt that Becca's job offers were dangerous she would have made an official ruling and black list. But she didn't. 

Rebecca turned to face Rita properly and let out a deep breath. 

 

"... So… you ready to go?"

 

Rita took a deep swig of her drink, letting the warmth fill her. 

 

"Yeah.  But we're taking a cab.  And you're paying."

 

Becca snorted.  "Opportunistic bitch.  Alright yeah no prob."

 

Rita shook her head and sighed as she got to her feet, stretching slightly.

 

"Not just… look, I think we need to talk before I go and rock your brother's world." The words were a lot more serious sounding in tone than she would have expected, to be perfectly honest.  Rebecca looked at her curiously, before shrugging. 

 

"Yeah alright." She was feeling… weird.  It was like after holding all of that frustration and anger and hurt for years now… the catharsis of finally being able to yell at that bitch Suzy Q made her feel… whole.  Like she wasn't holding onto any rage or anger anymore.

 

She was kind of… at peace. With this situation anyway.

 

Paying their tabs, and exiting the club, the two of them stood at the corner as a cab pulled up, the two of them entering it. 

 

"So.. what's the what Rowdy Rita?"

 

Becca asked, reclining, feeling rather relaxed and loose now, pleased that she'd gotten the job done. 

 

Rita rolled her eyes as she looked at the roof of the car for a moment, before turning to face Becca.

 

"... I'm sorry."

Becca's face furrowed into a frown.  

 

"... For what?"

 

Rita's eyes looked away as the shame and guilt reached the forefront of her expression.

 

"... When you first came to Lizzie's looking for help, I knew you were there. I'd said something to Suzy about wanting to take you in.  But… Suzy said we needed to focus on our own people.  Not just some random street urchin. And fuck… it made sense to me.  So I let you go. I could have helped you… and I didn't. If you're pissed at Suzy… you should be mad at me too, cuz I didn't help you either."

 

Now, if this had been told to Rebecca before she'd finally vented at Suzy Q? Perhaps she would have lost her shit.  Gotten really angry, maybe even physical. But now?

 

Rebecca sighed. "Look Rita… I'm not even mad that you guys didn't help me anymore.  In all honesty, not helping me put me in the position to be happier than I ever have been.  Being David's family is everything I ever could have wanted.  I'm just disappointed I suppose. You guys were heroes to the misfortunate for a while. And now… god it feels like Suzy wants things run like a fucking corp. With no room for anyone who doesn't have an immediate tangible benefit. So if you're feeling guilty about this shit? Don't apologize to me.  Just be better. Don't let Suzy mold shit to the way that she wants it to be.  Help people. Build 'em up.  Cuz I'll tell ya now… y'all lost a bad bitch when ya didn't let me join." She said with a playful little wink as they pulled up to the complex.

 

As Rebecca was paying the cab driver, Rita blinked and looked up.  It wasn't the nicest place but damn.  Even a normal apartment here was nicer than her own. And way more expensive.

 

"Come on. We gotta head to the penthouse." Rebecca piped up, nudging Rita's side with her elbow, before blinking. 

 

"That some subdermal armor choom? You feel a little more solid than I would expect."

 

Rita chuckled and nodded as she exited the vehicle.

 

"Yep. I'm basically the head of security, so I deal with most of the crap that comes to our front doors. First time I took buckshot to the gut, I had my guts removed and replaced with synthetics, along with subdermal weave to make sure it didn't happen again."

 

Rebecca nodded in appreciation as they entered the elevator. 

 

"Ok so, first thing ya gotta know is do NOT get cheeky with Momma Gloria. She's dangerous, and if she thinks you're going to disrespect Davey, or make his first time shit? She'll kill you, and then punish me.  I'm not joking."

 

Rita looked curiously at Rebecca before swallowing at the sight of pure seriousness on the short woman's face. 

 

"....what the fuck? Was Suzy fucking right?!"

 

Rebecca hastily raised her hands and shook her head. 

 

"No just… look.  David IS the sweetest guy on the face of this godforsaken earth.  But Mama Gloria is basically the Devil, who only cares about one person, and he's it.  Just teach him, let him be sweet, and you'll be a fair stack of eddies richer, and you'll probably have a nice night. Worst case scenario, you have Gloria threatening to kill you if you ruin things for him. Best case she'll just ignore you."

 

Rita still seemed kind of… alarmed. To be fair, it was for a decent reason but Rebecca just shrugged. 

 

"Look choom, trust me.  You'll have a great time.  And so will David. Just…"

 

She blushed softly before turning her head away, her cheeks turning quite dark. 

 

"If you can? Don't kiss him? I… I want… I mean…"

 

Realization slowly spread through Rita's expression as she looked almost incredulous.

 

"Oh…. Oh shit really? Shit if you like him so much, why do you need me? Just lay a claim on him and stumble through that shit together." Rita said, not really understanding why they wanted a professional if Becca was ready for the kid. 

 

"I'd like that… but him having some experience wouldn't ruin it for me.  And with him learning how to take the lead, he'd be able to walk me through it.  I don't mind being led.  Besides… in a way this makes it better.  He'll have his balls drained, and then in the morning… I can lay it all out on the table."

 

Silence filled the elevator as it reached the top floor, exiting into the penthouse.  Before they stepped into it however Rebecca turned to face Rita with an open and gentle face. 

 

"Just… give him your best ok? I love him. I love him more than I can ever describe with human words. And I want his first time to be fucking magic."

 

Rita didn't say anything for a moment before lightly punching the little gremlin. 

 

"Yeah alright.  I'll see what I can do.  Now come on, show me in. If this woman is as dangerous as you say, I don't want to be walking in without you saying I'm supposed to be here." She said, trying for a slightly joking manner, before being taken back at Rebecca nodding seriously. 

 

"She probably already knows you're here, but it's still a good idea."

 

Walking beyond the elevator, Rebecca called out as she stepped into the open floor of the penthouse, looking for Gloria to make sure that the massive Amazonian didn't zero the hooker she'd asked for David. 

 

"We're in here girl." Came the low but very obviously feminine tone of Gloria. They were in the living room then, watching a movie with David leaning against her powerful frame, looking pretty beefy himself. The both of them were still wearing swimwear, and goddamn Gloria was looking fucking almost criminal in how much she was revealing. And all those yummy muscles that David was showing off… mmm.

 

It was times like these she was glad she lived with these two, as otherwise she'd be a melting pile of arousal whenever she had to speak to them. 

 

"Hey Boss Lady, Davey.  I just got back from Lizzie's, and I've got David's present!"

 

Gloria looked oddly sour for a moment before her face switched to a more neutral tone, her hand moving to stroke David's hair with her slightly longer than average nails. 

 

"You told the little puta what's expected of her?"

 

David looked at Gloria with a gaze of slight disappointment and chastised her gently. 

 

"Mom! That's not very nice. You haven't even met her yet.  I'm sure Becca chose an awesome girl for my .. my present."

 

And there was the little bit of a blush. He was so fucking cute sometimes. It was all she could do not to give him a lap full of fat assed shortstack and nuzzle into him. But… no.  Not yet.  In the morning.  That was when he'd get himself a taste of all she had to offer. 

 

Gloria didn't seem to react much at first before her face gained that little bit of humanity that was always so absent when dealing with anyone other than David. 

 

"Ok sweetie… I'll give her a chance.  I just want everything to be perfect for your birthday. My little albondigo… you've grown so big these past couple years." She murmured softly, caressing his reddening cheek and placing a kiss on his forehead. She stayed like that for a moment, with David's face pointed at her breasts unknowingly letting him get a nice long look to those creamy mountains. 

 

Rebecca had to hide a smirk.  Heh… poor lucky David. 

 

Then her eyes lit up, and Gloria's expression grew cold.  Extremely cold to the point where Rebecca shivered in fear. Mama was pissed. 

 

"I need to take this.  I'll be right back.  Bring the Mox inside Girl, and introduce her to David." And with one last reluctant kiss to his forehead, she stalked off to her room, with a growl in her tone. 

 

"You had best have a very good reason to be calling me on my scheduled day off that I planned for months in advance."

 

Rebecca exhaled sharply, not having realized that she was holding it as she and David both watched her walk away, for once not looking at her ass. 

 

"... What do you think that's about?" She asked him curiously as she sauntered forth and leaned against the back of the couch, her head slightly over his shoulder. 

 

David shrugged as his face softened into an affectionate smile. 

 

"Mom can handle whatever it is.  She's mom.  So… uh… who did you end up bringing?" He asked a little bit nervously. For obvious reasons of course, everyone's first time was a little anxiety inducing. 

 

She grinned and ruffled up his mohawk playfully, causing him to bat away her much smaller hand in faux annoyance, pouting. 

 

"Remember me talking about my choom Rita? Bouncer and occasional performer? Well, I talked you up a bit and she's willing to have you two stuffit and show ya the ropes.  Just relax, and she'll show ya how to have some fun, alright? You ready for me to call her in?"

 

She watched as his face went through a range of emotions.  Excitement, nervousness, doubt, and more.  But eventually he calmed himself, and he nodded. 

 

"Alright… bring her in. I'll go sit at the kitchen table and…" He looked down at himself with a little laugh. 

 

"I should probably pull on a shirt huh?"

 

Rebecca just smirked as she let her eyes wash over his thick musculature again, grinning at the sight of all those delicious muscles.

 

"Mmm… it might actually serve you better if you don't.  But you do what you like little bro."

 

She said with a little wink, turning away to go retrieve Rita from the hall. And if she threw a little extra swing into her hips in the hopes of attracting his attention some more… well. She surely couldn't be blamed for it.  

 

She found Rita leaning against the wall with a slightly bored expression, her eyes lit up as she seemed to be browsing something with her agent. Upon seeing her however, Rita immediately straightened up and gave her a little smirk. 

 

"So, am I cleared? Ready to meet the birthday boy?"

 

Rebecca laughed and gestured for her to follow her deeper into the apartment. Rita for her part just took in her surroundings with appreciation. She hadn't seen a place like this in a while. To be honest, she hadn't hooked in at least a year, as she was more than comfortable with having her one night stands, and doing the occasional BD for the Mox. Security work just took precedence over anything else. 

 

Heading into the kitchen, (a full kitchen at that! Nice.) she got her first glimpse of the birthday boy.  And hoo boy, if she hadn't known it was his 15th birthday, she'd never have guessed he was anything less than 22 just based on build.  Wide shoulders, muscles packed on with the perfect balance of size and flexibility. Clean shaven without even a hint of stubble, though perhaps that had to do with his youth.  And most intriguing of all… the kid looked fully 'ganic cept for the usual chip slots and the agent that he was sure to have. 

 

"Rita, David. David, Rita." Rebecca said, hopping up on a chair, grinning as she introduced them and… oh wow. She wasn't lying. He was cute. As Becca introduced the two of them, he gave her a little wave and a small nervous smile. 

 

"Hi Rita. Becca's told me about you before but… heh.  Never knew you were such a badass.  You do security for the Mox right?" The honest, interested tone in his question slightly took her back as she took her own seat, relaxing almost unconsciously. 

 

"That's right. Front door security for the most part, but I also organize security for when the Mox get hired out for parties or events. Or…. Sometimes for when things get… a lot more serious."

 

David raised an eyebrow before gesturing at her forearms. 

 

"I take it the spikes are part of the image?"

 

Rita blinked before looking at her arms, with their modular spiked outer covering. It… might have slipped her mind that she had that on.  

 

With the barest hint of color to her cheeks she laughed and pressed a couple of buttons and disengaged the seals for her spikes, placing the solid pieces of chrome accoutrement on the table. 

 

"For security work? Definitely.  For what I'm doing tonight… well. Since you've got no experience, we're just going to take things nice… and slow. No pressure, no expectations alright?" She said, deciding to take the upfront and relaxed tack with him. He didn't need a seductress, Rita figured. He didn't really need a lover either, or a fuck toy. He needed to relax and learn without the prospect of fucking up.  

 

And he seemed to respond pretty well to it, a subtle tension that had been in his shoulder gently bleeding out and his eyes seemed a little less tight. 

 

"Sounds good to me. But before we do any of this, can we just talk for a bi-"

 

He was cut off by the appearance of an Amazonian woman with curves that seemed beyond reality to Rita. This woman was obviously chromed to her own sight, but to what extent, she wasn't exactly certain. What was certain was the fact that this was obviously Gloria, David's mother. And she looked pissed. Like she was pissed enough to peel someone's flesh from their bones, layer by layer. She was also wearing what looked like the underlayer of what would go in tactical gear. Pants, a long sleeve shirt, and ass kicking boots. 

 

"I am so sorry mijo but those cabrones at TT decided that they could offer my services despite the fact I cleared my schedule MONTHS in advance. I'm gonna fucking tear them apart with their fucking contract, but Mamas gotta go deal with this shift. I promise I'll make it up to you, ok?"

 

She said in a soft tone, pulling David into a hug that the large young man returned with equal vigor.  

 

"It's ok mom, I know you have to work sometimes. And besides, the rest of the night is gonna be… well. Heh… you're not really going to be missing anything by going to work." The Amazon of a mother didn't seem to agree, but let it pass by pressing a kiss to his forehead and turned to face Rita. Rita for her part suddenly realized just how right Rebecca had been to warn her. Rita had seen a lot on the streets in her time in NC and even more ever since Suzy, Mateo, and her had gotten together and formed what they had originally called Lizzy's Girls in the wake of the butchering of Lizzy. Time eventually had them changing the name to the Mox, and in that time Rita had learned to identify the kind of people who would watch you bleed to death, and not even bat an eye. 

 

Gloria Martinez was absolutely one of those, and Rita wouldn't be afraid to admit that the woman scared her. 

 

"So you're the girl.  David asked me to be… nice…. So all I'll say is don't fuck up, teach him what he needs to know, and give him a good night."

 

Rita didn't need to hear the implied threat to know it was there. If anything it was more effective by the lack of anything else needing to be said. 

 

"Yes Ma'am.  I'm a professional, I've got a clear bill of health, and I've got no intention to do anything but give him some very fond memories, and a sense of understanding on how to handle sex in the future."

Gloria continued to gaze at her dispassionately before dismissing her with a simple word.

 

"Good." After that, she turned to face David once more, allowing Rita the ability to breathe once more without feeling like she'd be inviting a predator to pounce. And the difference in expression facing David versus anyone else was… beyond startling. Speaking to David, the terrifying Amazon actually seemed human, with a warm and loving expression.

 

"Alright baby.  I'll be back in the morning.  You have fun and fuck her good!" She said with a playful grin, ruffling David's hair causing him to pour but accept the missing of his hairstyle with good humor.

 

"Will do Mama."

 

Rita watched bemused as the woman left the apartment, before turning to face David with a little smirk. 

 

"You're gonna fuck me good huh?" David flushed delightfully but she noticed that he didn't pull away or show any kind of embarrassment. No, he was easy going, but the kid had confidence that belied his inexperience. 

 

"I'm sure as hell gonna give it my all! I don't half ass anything. Do you think you've got what it takes to teach me how to blow your mind?" The young man asked her as he leaned forward, those slightly reddened cheeks pulled into a challenging grin. Meanwhile Rebecca watched the both of them with a bit of rosiness in her cheeks as well, her legs squeezing together. 

 

"Well… look like the both of you are getting along pretty well. Why don't I go ahead and watch some TV, and you two… you two have some fun." Rebecca said before giving Rita a significant look. One she understood. No kissing.  She could do that. 

 

Rita let her tongue flick along her lips, her eyes zeroing in on David's, feeling her adrenaline beginning to flow a little, and surprisingly actually feeling excited for this. 

 

"Well then…shall we begin…birthday boy?~"

 

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David's body was flooded with hormones. This was obvious really with how warm and jittery he felt. Rita was… well.  She wasn't exactly his specific type, but she was a badass, and she seemed interested in this for more than just money, which he appreciated.  Nobody likes to be looked at as nothing more than a payday after all. 

 

But he still felt a bit anxious, looking over at Becca as she hopped down to give them some privacy. Before heading to the living room, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist before pulling back, looking up at him. 

 

"You'll do great Davey. Now go on and get her." She teased lightly as she went off to go watch one of their pre-Datakrash films, leaving David and Rita alone in the kitchen. 

 

"So… why don't you show me to your room, Stud?" She said casually, far more casual than he felt. But he appreciated it. She was treating this whole thing with a lot more relaxed attitude than he was, and it kept him from making a fool of himself.

 

"Right, my rooms back here." He said standing up, and confirming his theory that she was shorter than he was by a good 6-7 inches.  That wasn't a bad thing after all. He liked tall women, he liked short women, and he liked all the in-between. They didn't say anything until they entered his room. 

 

"So… uh… heh. This is it."

 

He said gesturing at the decent sized room. A full sized bed that just fit him, a desk for him to work on some of his homework, along with some basic iron tinkering.  The room itself was quite clean, with a well maintained floor and laundry hampers, with a couple of posters of Becca and His favorite TV shows.

 

Rita hummed as she walked in, turning around and taking it all in. 

 

"Huh… gotta say, I remember my own room being a lot messier when I was 15." She mused before taking a seat on his bed, crossing her legs, before leaning back to look at him carefully. 

 

He felt on display to be honest, and it made his heart race with the stress of a new situation. 

 

"David… I've got to ask, before we get started… Do you want to do this? You're pretty young, so if you don't feel ready you don't have to go through with this. Won't even charge for the time." She said gently, an understanding expression crossing her face as he took a seat on his desk chair. 

 

"I uh… well I'm nervous, but I think… I think I'm ready to do this.  I've been… well.  I've been really horny for almost a year now, and while I wasn't expecting Mamá and Becca to do this… I can't say that I'm bothered by it.  I appreciate it though, that you asked me about it." And he did. It had gone a long, long way towards making him feel comfortable with all this. 

 

She chuckled, a soft but full throated kind of thing. 

 

"Well… alright then… we're going to have ourself a nice… long… educational time.  But before we get started… let's get you relaxed mm? Take a seat on the bed while I get a little more… comfortable,yeah?" She said  gently as she got up, and gestured for him to take her place. Doing so, he was surprised to see her slowly removing her clothes. Funnily enough she wasn't wearing all that much to begin with.  Her shirt was barely covering her perky tits, along with the Mox tattoo emblazoned upon her chest.  The removal of her pants though… that was impressive. The things looked damn near painted on. 

 

What they'd been hiding however were some long and creamy looking legs.  Almost flawless except for some silvery scars along the flesh that told him that these were her 'ganic legs.and between those 'ganic legs was a slick juicy looking pussy. 

 

He swallowed roughly as his eyes zeroed in on her hairless lips, only cut off by a cool metal hand tilting his chin up to look at Rita and her cheeky grin.

 

"Like what you see huh? Glad to hear it.  But we're not doing anything with me just yet. I'm betting you're all kinds of pent up right now hmm?"

 

She asked as she stroked his cheek with her cool chrome thumb, before slowly sinking to her knees in between him, her hands gently moving down his well muscled torso to move to the edges of his swim trunks. She looked up and gave him a reassuring smile.

 

"Hey, if any of this gets to be too much, just say stop.  Ok? I won't go any farther till you say it's ok."

 

Part of his pride wanted to protest, to say he wasn't some gonk in over his head. The other part was just appreciative of the fact that she was being chill. 

 

"I'm alright, Rita. What… what are you planning to do?"

 

She grinned and slowly pulled his trunks down, speaking all the while. "Well, you seemed really pent up, so before I started instructing you on the basics and the finer points of pleasing a woman, I figured I'd suck…your… cock… does that sound fu-...holy fuck."

 

He blushed as what had caused her to get cut off, was the revelation of his shaft.  Quite long and extremely thick, he'd long since realized he was basically in the top percentile for organic penis length and girth. 

 

"I… uh… I've heard that I might be too big? Based on some of the research I've done."

 

She gave a strangled laugh as she tentatively wrapped her hand around his shaft,the cold metal quickly warming as it absorbed the heat from his pulsing rod.  Fucking Christ that felt good.

 

"You uh… well you're not entirely wrong. Gotta say, any girl you're with is gonna need to be a size queen just out of sheer self-preservation." She mused as she couldn't even properly wrap her fingers all the way around. 

 

"And uh… are you?" He asked, a hint of cheekiness escaping the nerves.

 

Rita burst into laughter as she slowly began to stroke him up and down, before seemingly deciding that it was too ungainly to use one hand and went for the double, pumping him slowly. 

 

"Not… usually to be honest.  My experience with gonks who have big dicks, whether they're 'ganic or chromed… they tend to think that size will make it so that they don't have to get creative.  I've had a few guys and girls who know how to use some thick fucking cocks but they're few and far between. Just… alright, looks like I'm gonna be giving you an even more intense education tonight.  Works for me.  Alright… so what I was gonna do for you bud, was I was gonna suck your cock nice and deep. Now I see you're this fucking big and thick… I'm gonna need to take my time.  Think you can just relax and let me take it slow so that I don't end up spraining my jaw?"

 

He laughed, but Rita's gaze made it very clear that she was serious even as she continued to pump away nice and steadily. 

 

"I… ah~ fuck…. Yeah. Take your time Rita… I'll just… fuck…"

 

He groaned softly as he dealt with the new sensation of someone else jacking his cock for the first time. 

 

"Mmm… good.  And you can put your hand on my head if you like handsome. Just don't put any pressure on until I say you can. Ok? Ok… good. Here we go.."

 

And with that, Rita began slowly licking up and down his thick shaft. Not little kitten licks either, nice long and messy ones that very quickly began to slather his shaft in her saliva. His balls, heavy and filled with a large quantity of cum pulsed as he felt her work at her task for a solid few minutes. Finally, after those minutes, she came up for some proper air, giving him a grin. 

 

"Not bad choom… decent stamina for your first time.  But what I'm about to do next? Don't hold back,David. This is to clear your head, and let you focus on your lessons." And with that said, she opened her mouth wide, and swallowed a fourth of his shaft into her mouth, and damn near the base of her throat as well.

 

It was like someone stuck a bolt of pure electricity, pure pleasure down his spine as his hips thrust forward and Rita had to place a hand on his hips to keep his shaft from thrusting even deeper down, her throat already bulging with his length. It was too much. Far too much, and he could feel his heart racing, his balls clenching and his shaft pulsing.

 

"Oh… oh fuck! Rita, I… oh fuck I should have warned you but I cum a lot ! So if you don't wan-" She cut him off by stuffing even more of his cock down her throat, the swallowing motion squeezing his shaft rhythmically, until finally….

His vision went blurry as his cock throbbed, jet after extremely thick and copious jet flew down his shaft and into her gullet as she swallowed more and more, her eyes crossing lightly as she groaned softly leaving vibrations down his shaft, teasing out even more sperm into her hungry belly. 

 

It was only as the final aftershocks began to subside that she slowly pulled off of his cock, breathing heavily, a nice thick stream of sperm laying heavily upon her lips, her eyes dark and mischievous.

 

"Goddamn David…. Gotta say… good thing I've got the contraceptive implant… don't wanna have to worry about an oopsy daisy down the road. But enough of that… how do you feel?"

 

David was still riding high off of the orgasm, his breathing heavier than normal as his eyes zeroed in on her face, shiny with saliva with a couple of leaking ropes of thick gooey sperm out the corner of her mouth. 

 

"I feel fucking amazing. Jerking off has fucking nothing compared to that.  God…. Holy shit…" his breathing was still coming in little rapid motions, but he recovered rather swiftly, his cock still hard and jutting out proudly. 

 

"Mmm… fuck… ok… ok I'm good." He said with a little laugh, his body feeling extremely relaxed, nice and loose,even as his balls still felt swollen. 

 

"Mmm.  Good. Because here's where your lessons begin."

 

She said with a grin, mounting him and letting him get used to the comfy weight of a woman's body atop his thighs.  His hands unconsciously went to her hips and she hummed in pleasure as the heat of his fingers sank into her hips. 

 

"First lesson… every woman is different. No matter how… thoroughly I teach you, there's always going to be a woman who needs something different from me. Or any other woman in your life." She said casually caressing his neck, raising goosebumps on his flesh. Her touches were gentle, as well as provocative, casually scraping her nails down his chest. 

 

He nodded in understanding, his hands slowly moving up and down the swell of her hips, up near her ribcage, and then down to her thighs, the latter of which had a nice meatiness to it. Not exceptionally thick but pleasant in form. 

 

She sighed in approval, her pussy rubbing slightly against him as she reacted to his touch. 

 

"I see you pick some things up naturally… good. You should always be touching your partner… not just in ways that immediately bring sexual pleasure,but that make things more… intimate. I'm not gonna say you need to make love every time. It might not even be your preferred or your partner's preferred way of having sex.  But you should know how to do it when the time comes. "

 

His hands continued to stroke up and down her hips… until he got a bit more daring and moved from her hips, to caressing up her firm belly up to her perky tits, and then further up to her collarbone and neck. 

 

He must have done something right, as she once more ground her hips into him, her slick lips caressing his shaft as her eyes closed in pleasure. 

 

"Mmm…. Seems maybe I could change how I go about teaching you big guy… tell me. How do you feel about eating pussy?" She said with a half lidded smile, her own hands moving up and down his chest, as well as his upper arms.

 

David's eyes widened and a grin crossed his face. 

 

"Sounds fun.  I always loved those vids where a guy makes a woman's eyes cross with how good he eats her out."

 

Rita rolled her eyes and lowered her mouth to put a soft kiss to his collarbone as she just soaked in more of the warmth that he was emanating.

 

"Just to let ya know, the majority of those vids aren't real.  Trust me,the Mox peddles all the good shit, and even then there's not all that much good pussy eating unless you're looking at the lesbian stuff." Her words made him feel slightly… disappointed. Apprehensive actually. Did that mean he was going to suck at this? He really wanted to be good at this whole thing. 

 

Rita caught his concern and pat his cheek softly. 

 

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I guarantee you, you work hard at this, and you'll have me and any other girl you bring back with those pretty brown eyes screaming in ecstacy." She cooed softly as she moved to dismount him and sit on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide.

 

David moved to kneel down between her legs and swallowed as he could feel the heat coming from her glistening pussy. 

 

"Mmmm.. I'm gonna dispense with the more… formal way of doing things. You take your time with me… and I'll let you know how you're doing ok?" She asked him, the slightest hint of eagerness permeating her tone as she watched with anticipation. 

 

His only response was to slowly open his mouth and extend a long and wide tongue, and carefully lick along her lips.  'Hmm.. not bad.  A little spicy. A little salty. But all in all it has a pleasant taste.' He dug in with a bit more vigor, his tongue lashing up and down her inviting lips as his hands sunk into her thighs.  Rita wasn't a silent participant either however. 

 

"Mmmm… oh damn…shit kid… you… mmm. Ok, that's really nice… but… a little… oh fuck yes! Right there. Right on my little nub… you play ding dong ditch with that, and you'll be on the right path with… nnngh..  most girls. Fuck! Feels like little shocks of lightning… please… " She panted softly as he caressed her clit with his tongue, the pleasure he was starting to give her affecting her in obvious ways. 

 

"Mmm… that's really good. Can you use a finger or two for me? I'll suck on them to get them wet, just… FUCK!  Oh fuck I need something in my pussy… please!" She moaned in just… fuck and almost desperate tone that had him feeling… good.  Strong.  Powerful.  He liked being in control like this.  Having control over her pleasure. Offering two fingers from his left hand, he shivered and felt his cock pulse as she sucked and slavered over his digits before he removed them and slowly pushed them into her gushing pussy.  And holy shit she had a tight grip around his fingers.

 

"Like that?"

 

He said with a grin, slowly pumping in and out, his fingers feeling her squeeze in slowly hastening contractions as her hips began to rise. 

 

"Oh… oh~ fuck! That's… goddamn. Fuck just like that David, just lik-nnngh! Just…. Ho fuck…. Just a little more. Just suck on my clit and I'll-!"

 

He smirked and stopped his motions And the licking he had continued to do.  She practically whimpered as she looked at him confused. 

 

"Wh… why did you stop? You almos-"

 

"You didn't say please." He said simply, even as his heart raced and his cock throbbed. This was the first time he'd ever actually tried out one of his fantasies, and to be truthful? It was even more arousing than he had imagined.  She was sipping wet, and desperate to cum. It didn't hurt that her eyes had gone wide and a little smile crossed her face showing that she was absolutely into it.

 

"Please~! Please let me cum! Please make me cum David!" Her eyes were dark and genuine as she begged him, her nipples hard as diamond as her hands had moved upwards to grope and pinch at the nipples. 

 

"Good girl." He murmured as a feeling of… fuck it was pleasure but it also felt like power as he moved his mouth down to her clit, sucking hard, and watching her fall to pieces.  She screamed. No grunt, no moan, no she screamed her pleasure as her hips pressed up further against his mouth, and he indulged her with savage lashings of his tongue against her clit. 

 

She whined softly, her eyes slightly unfocused before squirming to get away, begging him to stop. 

 

"Oh… oh stop.. stopstopstop! I'm too sensitive, just… oh fuck just give me a moment." She said as she tried to catch her breath once more. He did so with a sense of pride, pulling his fingers out and his face still somewhat covered in Rita's pussy juice. 

 

Rita took a deep breath, and stretched slightly, her belly slowly relaxing from the tension she'd been experiencing, that unbelievably powerful orgasm. 

 

"Well… I'd say you've got a very, very good grasp on the basics.  You'll just need practice with any woman you sleep with as an individual like I said… but for your foundation… damn… good fucking work David…. Shit, I'm still feeling tingly. So… how did taking charge feel? Controlling me?"

 

David blushed a bit, but he moved to  sit down on his bed next to her as she shook lightly, his hand caressing along her belly, feeling the firm and strong muscles along with… huh. Must be subdermal armor. 

 

"I liked it… a lot.  But… I mean, we didn't talk about that beforehand, was that ok?" There was something about that right? Establishing safewords and shit like that right? He didn't want to be some gonk who made someone feel like shit because he didn't take into account what they wanted.

 

Rita nodded approvingly.

 

"Mm… we didn't specifically speak about this stuff, but I had a feeling it would come up from what Becca had been looking for at Lizzy's. For the rest of the night, just know if I say Caliente's, you'll know you need to stop and touch base.  Anything more than that, you might need to do your research. I do some kink stuff, but I was never into BDSM proper. But what you did? A bit of edging? Holding my orgasm hostage? That was nice …" she murmured, closing her eyes briefly before opening them and placing a hand on his own hand, taking it and squeezing it. 

 

"So… you've got yourself a quick crash course in foreplay, and pussy eating and fingering.  I think now, we should talk about you sweetie.  How much do you jerk off?"

 

It kind of caught him off guard, the questions she asked after that.  But… It also gave him a new perspective on the things he enjoyed. He didn't much care about his balls being fondled, he liked focus on the entire shaft, and he liked being in control of everything. 

 

Even the blowjob had been slightly off to him due to him not controlling the pace. 

 

After answering her battery of questions, Rita smiled and finally sat up, rubbing her chromed hand up and down his back, enjoying the sensation of his powerful back muscles on her chrome fingers and their tactile sensors.

 

"So… how do you feel right now David? You recovered enough for me to give you a ride or-" she blinked as she looked down at his groin, and his cock at attention. 

 

"... Goddamn, right. I forgot. Teenager. Well, it's your decision kid. I can be on top or bottom. You'll still be in charge though." She said with a cheeky pat to his face as David considered it. 

 

".... I think I want to be on top? Being on top feels like it has a bit more… activeness to it. A higher skill ceiling if you will."

 

Rita laughed and nodded in acceptance as she moved back further on his bed, and kept her legs spread, giving him a playful smile. 

 

"Alright then… come claim your birthday present big guy…" Rita's teasing was more than enough to get his motor running, but it was still.. kinda anxiety inducing to be about to have sex for the first time.  Thankfully, the experience so far had been preem, and the confidence he'd gained from making Rita cum her brains out earlier had made it a bit easier and less jittery as he settled himself between her legs.  His shaft laid along her belly, and she seemed to gulp audibly at the sight of it. 

 

"Ohhhh fuck me…" She almost whimpered as David got comfortable in between her legs. 

 

"Ok so… you've got to be careful with this thing David. You could seriously end up hurting someone if you just shove it in, or if it's not properly lubed up. Ok bud?" She asked as she moved carefully and helped him wordlessly move to position him at her entrance. 

 

Nodding, David couldn't help his cocks reaction to the heat of her cunt pressed against his tip, the slickness of her pussy mixed with the leftover slickness of his sperm was more than enough to make it possible for him to push in. 

 

And push in he did, with Rita grunting and whispering little curses that he was stretching her wide open, he finally got about halfway in, before she started to curse again. 

 

"Nnngh… ok Davey just… wait a moment. Let me relax a little… Christ on a stick choomba, if I hadn't of held you in my hands I would have thought you'd gotten one of the biggest fucking Mr Studds on the damn market… fuck…" Her eyes were dilated however, a grin on her face as she slowly began to roll her hips, making him curse. 

 

"Fuck, Rita! You keep this up and I'm gonna pop!" Well. That was a small exaggeration. He wasn't ready to cum just yet but it was swift approaching.

 

"I know hon, just give me… oh~!" Her voice lowered an octave almost into a grunt as she loosened up just enough to take a good more of the rest of his shaft inside her, smacking at her cervix with a shudder. 

 

"Oh fuck…. Ok… ok David… just… start trying to find your rhythm… take it… nnn… slow…" She might as well have asked him to hold up the sky with how difficult it felt to not just start plunging himself in and out. But he did it. Slowly, awkwardly, his hips began to pump in and out. But eventually as she started to feel even wetter,he began to change up his rhythm to go against hers… and he started to actually get it.  It was still awkward but he had a smooth ess that hadn't been there before. 

 

"Oh fuck… that's it.  Move… please move faster! You were patient, but now David, I just want you to fuck me!" She groaned as she reached up to grab onto his shoulders, his hips grinding and thrusting like a piston into her, her own hips rising to meet her downward thrusts and grinding against her clit.

 

His balls were slapping against her ass as he dropped more of his weight on her as their fucking got more and more intense. He tried to capture her lips with his as he felt his orgasm approaching, but she carefully moved his head down to her tits instead. 

 

"Not tonight~ ah!! Not tonight David… maybe if we do this another night but… ohhhh fuck…"

 

She groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together at the ankles, and groaning in pure hedonistic pleasure. 

 

"Oh FUCK! FUCKING FILL ME UP!"

 

She cursed loudly, her moans a symphony as her plea for his sperm reached deep into the primal part of him, his cock throbbing and a prodigious amount of thick pearly sperm was pumped into her. It felt fucking right. Like he was fulfilling part of his purpose in life somehow. Which was ridiculous of course but… shit.  Didn't change how he felt.

 

"Oh fuck…. That was…" Rita was groaning, looking boneless and well fucked, her eyes dark and her face in a lazy smirk. 

 

"Shit…. You… are gonna be absolutely terrifying in a bit David. Why don't… why don't we just relax for a minute… and we can get back to having some fun?"

 

David wasn't very tired, but he could rest for a bit he supposed.  After all… she was there for the whole night right? They could afford to take a rest. After all, he wanted to test his limits, and how better to do that, than to fuck until they couldn't fuck anymore?

 

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The next morning, David woke up the relaxed and loose feeling he had ever felt in his life. He wasn't unused to waking up to someone in bed of course. He still slept with his mom and Becca at times. It was just now, Rita and he had been naked and they'd fucked the night away. Literally they'd fucked until dawn had started to break, and Rita actually passed out while he'd been balls deep cumming inside her again.

 

He yawned as he sat up, sticky with dried sweat and other fluids, rousing the Mox bouncer gently as well. 

 

"Hey… we should get a shower before we get some breakfast eh?"

 

She moaned in dismay as she tried to bury her face into a pillow. 

 

"No…. Want sleep…" She whined before sighing and sitting up, wincing gently. 

 

"Damn Kid… you fucking messed me up. Haven't gotten this sore since I did a gangbang back in '62." She complained in good humor, her eyes tired,but very very satisfied. 

 

David snorted. "It really took a bunch of gonks to fuck you as good as I did last night?"

 

"Nope. They didn't fuck me as good as you did. They just fucked me as hard. Stopped doing gangbangs after that." She said casually before chuckling and rubbing gently at the marks he'd left on her tits and neck. 

 

"Shit…. I usually charge extra for the hickeys but… ah what the hell. You did good kid.  Really good. Full marks I'd say." She wasn't making any of the body language that meant she was teasing or joking, so hearing that? It made David feel… really really happy. Like he'd passed a milestone of life with flying colors, exemplary marks.  

 

Before he could suggest they have one more round in the shower however, there was a knock on the door. 

 

"Hey Davey! You up?" Came the voice of his big sister. David couldn't help the bright smile that immediately crossed his face as she spoke.  

 

"Yeah Becca I'm up.  Was about to take a shower and put the sheets in the wash."

 

He heard her laugh a little nervously. 

 

"About that……think you could hold off on the shower for a little bit? Big sis wants to talk to you for a moment."

 

He frowned for a moment before looking over at Rita who had begun to gather up her clothes, giving him a knowing little smile. 

 

"You go on and talk to Becca while I take a shower. I'm way too sore to have any more fun with you today… so you might as well hang with Becca so you're not tempted to try and tempt me. " The words were said in a friendly manner but it was rather obvious that she was being honest. And despite his newly invigorated taste for sex, he knew asking for more at this point would be in very bad taste. 

 

Plus his sister wanted to talk! No way would he turn her away just so he could get his dick wet again. 

 

"Alright… you go on and head to take a shower.  Becca can point you in that direction."

 

Rita took his suggestion, opening the door and getting directions to the shower as Rebecca walked in, amused as she looked around before swallowing as she caught a glimpse of him all sweaty and bedraggled. David for his part had put a blanket over his lap so as not to flash Becca. 

 

"So what did you want to talk about Rebecca?" He asked her, gesturing towards his desk chair, watching her hop up into the seat, her hefty ass filling the large chair comfortably, causing his cock to twitch. 

 

Easy there. Christ.

 

Rebecca… Well Rebecca looked nervous for the first time in a very long while. It wasn't an expression he was all that familiar with to be honest. For the past 3 years, she'd shown herself to be a cheerful, playful, and all in all light hearted girl who always had time for him and loved to spend said time with him. 

 

He hadn't seen her nervous like this, and he didn't like it.

 

Rebecca exhaled suddenly, seemingly attempting to pull the words together before she gave him a small smile. 

 

"... It's been a little under 3 years now.  And ever since I joined your family, became your big sister… I've experienced more joy and meaning than I ever could have imagined I would feel. I am… so unbelievably blessed to be a part of your life. I've gotten to watch you grow even bigger… you fucking gonk. Got all the damn height." She pouted playfully before grinning and returning to her speech. 

 

"I've gotten to see you grow from being my little Kid Brother… to… well." She blushed as she stammered and refused to look him in the eye,before sighing in resignation, and determination. She hopped off the chair, and before he could say anything more, his big(little) sister straddled his lap, her massive ass pressing into his groin underneath the blanket making him pulse. 

 

The intimate touch made her blush a light purplish, but she cradled his face as she looked deep into his eyes. 

 

".... It took me a while. But I started falling for you. And now little brother… I love you.  I love you so much, and I feel like such a selfish gonk for making you deal with this.  You've already given me so much, and here I am asking you to deal with more."

 

David opened his mouth, and Rebecca placed one of her hands over his mouth, giving him a pleading look. 

 

"Just…. Let me get through this. Let me say everything.  You… Mama Gloria… you two mean the world.  And… if you aren't interested, I won't push anything. I won't say a word when you find an output, or outputs you're interested in.  Just…" Her eyes flooded with unshed tears as she bowed her head, placing her forehead against his own. 

 

" Please don't leave me alone…" She whispered with such desperation that he wrapped his arms around her immediately, breathing her scent in. A weird mix of vanilla, gun oil, and cotton candy.  Weird as hell but oh so very Rebecca.

 

"... I will never abandon you Becca. You're my big sister. And…" he flushed brightly before gathering his courage and pressed forward.

 

"I've had a crush on you for a couple years now.  How couldn't I with how fucking preem you are? How fucking scorching hot you are? And with how much you love me and Mamá ? I… I've wanted you for a long time."

 

Rebecca finally looked up, her eyes shiny with unshed tears, and unmistakably, hope in her eyes. 

 

".... Will you close your eyes for me Davey?"

 

It wasn't even a question really. He closed them as soon as she finished her question, and waited, trusting her. And his trust was rewarded, as despite both parties' high sex drive, and the desire for lewd activity that they would soon engage in…

 

For that one moment, a gentle, pure, intimate kiss connected them In more ways than physical. 

 

When they both pulled away, David utterly transfixed by the softness of his big sister's lips, and Becca enamored with the strength of his arms and the heat of his body, the only thing Becca could think to do was ask a question. 

 

"Can I be your Output?" Asked dreamily, her face breaking Into a wide satisfied smile.

 

"God yes." He said with feeling, capturing her lips once more. 

And so began another stage in the Martinez Family Household.

Notes:

It's been far too long. Hope everybody likes the newest chapter, as I'm very happy to be writing again.

Please enjoy. :)

Chapter 5: Chapter 4- The First Date

Summary:

David and Becca relive their first meeting, Get accosted on the NCART, And Becca gets her back blown out.

" That concludes our lessons for today.  Once more, remember that on next Thursday, we will be having a test on applications neural feedback in cyberware, and how excessive cyberware installation in a short period of time can cause adverse side effects.  Class dismissed."

 

As always, the educational AI that Arasaka employed in its Academy winked out soon afterward after having taken any final questions and reminding them all of the test. David was honestly bored at this point, having begun to outpace even the high end programs available for his age group.  He was actually beginning to wonder if maybe he should talk to his mamá about moving up a grade. His grades were still perfect and honestly if he had to stay here instead of at home fucking his big sister/now new girlfriend, he might as well actually be getting something out of it.

 

He sighed as he decided to just lean back a little bit more, the little pod-like apparatus moving to suit his preference as the rest of his classmates began to mill about and chat with each other.  He wasn't sure why he had developed such an antipathy towards the Academy, but at least part of it had to do with-.

 

"Getting awfully comfortable there Martinez. What, your fleabitten mattress not doing it for you?" Came the snide and provocative tone of Katsuo Tanaka.

 

David sighed as he opened his eyes and with a single fluid motion, he whirled himself off of his platform to stand over the corpobrat. 

 

He was genuinely almost a head or so taller than his annoying classmate and had a much larger amount of muscle. 

 

"Is there a problem, Katsuo?" He asked dully, not even angry just unbelievably fed up with the constant never ending ceaseless bleating of this fucking irritating piece of meat! Huh.  Guess a bit of his mom came out in that one.  

 

"My problem is you Martinez! You and your street-rat hands dirtying everything you touch.  I'm sick of you cheating to take the top spot, and I'm sick of you not showing me the respect I fucking deserve!"

 

David finally looked the fuming bowl cut in the eye, and without even a blink, said " Katsuo, if you don't shut the fuck up, one of these days I'm going to fuck your mom."

 

Silence spread throughout the classroom, even those who had been on the outskirts,almost having left the room.

 

Katsuo himself seemed to have been utterly caught off guard, his expression perplexed as his hangers on seemed to be fighting surprised and amused expressions. Somebody laughed,  and soon there were snickers all throughout the room as David didn't even blink, his eyes drilling into Katsuo's unemotionally. Just stoic. 

"Y-you! How fucking dare you!"

 

"Alright, well I warned you." David said with a shrug, before finally, blessedly he got a call from Becca. 

 

Becca: "Hey Little Brother~.  I'm gonna be pulling up soon.  You ready to go?"

 

David: "You have no fucking clue.  Katsuo is starting shit again, and it's taking all I've got to not shitstomp him."

 

Becca: "Well don't worry. Big sis is pulling up now, and she'll get your mind far off some whiny corpo brat. ;) "

 

He laughed softly, even more amused once he saw that Katsuo seemed to think he was laughing at him, turning an ugly purple color. 

 

"Look Tanaka, I'm sure you've got all manner of things you'd like to say, jerking off to your own family name to cover the shame of being in a distant third place academically.  Not to mention the fact that you can't help but constantly chrome up because you can't attempt to smack me down without it. But me? I've got a girlfriend waiting for my ass, and every second spent listening to you spew your bullshit, is a second I can't use to enjoy myself with my girl.  So, sayonara jackass." He said with relish before moving to the side to walk around his daily annoyance. 

He didn't expect for Katsuo to take it very well of course. Taking note of movement behind him, he pivoted on his heel to flow around the punch sent his way, his arms still in his pockets redirecting Katsuo headlong into another seat.

 

Whistling in amusement he walked past the rest of the onlookers, striding into the nearby elevator.  As the doors closed, he couldn't help but give Katsuo a jaunty little wave as the doors closed and he began moving downwards at a swift but smooth pace. Exiting to the foyer, he went through the scanners, and was provided with his revolver, which he placed firmly in his holster. Exiting into the bright and hot sun, he smiled in delight as Rebecca pulled up in a mildly weathered but still well maintained Mahir Supron. 

 

The larger vehicle was big and boxy, and to be perfectly frank? It was a total piece of shit.  But what it lacked in horsepower, aesthetics, and overall performance? It made up for being a perfect vehicle to learn how to drive in.

 

"Hey you! Have you seen my little brother anywhere? He's supposed to be taking me out on a date today~"

 

Rebecca grinned as she leaned over the edge of the open driver's side window, purposefully letting her tits rest on the rim to make them look even bigger. 

 

David grinned and leaned forward, his hands framing her proportionally large tits, but not… quite… groping her as he played along. 

 

"No… can't say I have.  But a pretty girl like you definitely wouldn't have any issues picking up someone.  Say… me?"

 

She smirked, and casually stroked the back of his hand. 

 

"That'd be nice… but I'm afraid I belong to one man only… isn't that right little brother?~"

 

David's pants felt like they're at least a size too small as he leaned forward, his nose a millimeter from her own.

 

"Heh… that's my big sister." He murmured quietly, his mouth capturing her own, in an enthusiastically deep kiss, her soft lips pressed against his own. Pulling back, he was pleased to see her eyes dilated as the kiss ended. 

 

"Mmm… gotta say David, I could really get used to this kind of thing." She mused as she finally opened the door and hopped out, all 4 feet of her form looking up at him with some very intense emotions, most prominent of them all being joy. 

 

"So… our first Date…what did you want to do for it? I'm kind of curious as to why you wanted me to wear this." Rebecca said, gesturing at her outfit.  She was wearing a tube top that clung impressively to her breasts,  and showed off a little bit of her belly.  Down below, she was wearing a miniskirt that seemed to be clinging for dear life to her amazingly large ass, seemingly stretched to its limit even as it emphasized the barely hidden posterior's true size. 

 

To round out the entire ensemble, she was wearing red lipstick, and an older oversized coat. 

 

"Well… you'll see.  Now, come on.  Let's head to the NCART."

 

She blinked, and cocked an eyebrow first at him and then back to the vehicle.

 

"Ya know, I like to give you crap about your driving Davey, but it's all in good fun right?" She said dryly, as she closed the door, accepting his decision without questioning him first.

 

"Ha ha Becca. Just trust me. We've only been together for a few days and… well.  I wanted for us to have something… Special for our first date." He admitted, his cheeks heating up just a little bit.  Not exactly embarrassed but… the emotions were strong, and he really wanted this to work out well.

 

Rebecca on the other hand, her face seemed to light up in an almost purple tinge as she smiled bright enough to be blinding as she gave the car coordinates to return to the parking garage back home.  

 

"Alright Davey… let's go?"

 

She said with a grin, hesitantly holding up her hand so he could take it if he desired, and oh yes.  He desired. With an eager boyish smile, David took her hand, and they walked down the street towards the NCART entrance. 

 

Walking together was something that always took a little bit of doing just due to how tall David was and how short Rebecca was.  Something which she always remarked on with good humor. 

 

"I swear some people get all the height.  What do you even need all that tallness for anyway David? Can't you throw a girl a few inches?" She pouted playfully as she pumped her legs a little harder to keep up with what was a fairly slow pace to David.  Her wording however seemed to spark something in David as he gripped her hand tighter, and in one fluid and powerful motion, he moved both hands down to her wide hips, and lifted her up until her face was level with his own. 

 

Pressing her against a nearby wall, he leaned in close, watching her chest flush and cheeks burn from a blush, her eyes dilated darkly as she whimpered.

 

"Oh I'll give you a lot more than a couple of inches Big Sis…. But that comes later… not right now." To be perfectly honest, he was aroused and hard enough that part of him just wanted to fuck her up against this wall until she screamed. But he had a plan, and that plan didn't include pigs throwing him in lockup for lewd and lascivious behavior and public indecency.

 

So with reluctance, he set Rebecca down, her legs which had immediately moved to grip his waist to bring him in closer also reluctantly letting go as she shakily tried to catch her breath. 

 

"Jesus fucking Christ Davey, are you trying to kill me???" She said with a wide smile belying the censorous words. 

 

"Nah.  Just having a little fun." He laughed as they continued on, boarding the tram, and taking a seat. Becca swiftly pressed up against his side, her head against his chest as she sighed contentedly. 

 

"So seriously David… what's this about?" She asked with curiosity positively dripping from her expression, curious and eager to find out what her input had in mind. 

 

He considered the question, and decided that it was about time to explain anyway. Turning to her, he gripped one of her small hands in his much larger mitts.

 

"3 years ago, I was planning on going to the Arcade to find… well. Something to do while Mamá was out on a long shift. And when I got off the call… my life changed for the better.  My little Big Sister came into my life then. So I thought… How about we relive that day? But with none of the stress and fear that you'd been dealing with."

 

For a moment, Rebecca seemed frozen, and David began to wonder if he'd made a horrible mistake. He was even more concerned when her eyes started to shine, the beginnings of tears forming. As he went to apologize, his chest feeling tight at the sight of her seemingly upset, she placed a hand over his, looking up at him in what he realized was wonder.

 

"... You remembered what I wore? This whole thing? You remembered all those little details?" She questioned, her voice sounding slightly choked as a smile broke across her face.

 

He gave her a cheeky relieved smile as he squeezed her hand softly. 

 

"Why wouldn't I? It was one of the most important days of my life.  And it always ate at me that the whole time we were there, you had this… this fucked up feeling of dread.  So I thought, why don't we do things better? Unless… well.  I'd get it if you didn't  want anything to do with that, but… what do you think Bex?"

 

Rebecca laughed shortly, her eyes Misty with emotions as she lowered her gaze before pressing deeper into his embrace, sniffing audibly. 

 

"I think it sounds absolutely perfect Davey… also… I hope you're ready for when we go home… because I'm gonna ride you until I fucking pass out." She murmured with a sultry tone, reaching  upwards to press a soft but hot kiss to his neck. 

 

David simply stroked her back under her jacket slowly, letting his large warm hand caress the fabric of her tube top, a serious look on her face. 

 

"You sure about that Becca? That won't make this date bad?"

 

She snorted and moved her smaller hand from his own and began to slowly stroke his powerful thigh up and down through his school uniform. 

 

"Davey, ever since I started crushing on you, one of my fantasies was you actually paying for me that night, and then offering to buy me as a live in fuck toy. I think having some hot, sweaty, rough as fuck sex is gonna be fine. " Rebecca mused with a very anticipatory smile, showing the whites of her perfect teeth.  

 

As they'd spoken, they came to a stop, letting them disembark from the tram to the Arcade, hands clasped firmly. 

 

"So…. I went by Lizzy's the day after your birthday to check on Rita.  See how she was doing, and she was singing your praises little brother.  And I gotta say, looks like you might have a bit more of a spread next time we pick up a girl for you." She said with a smile reserved for a cat who had caught half a dozen canaries. 

 

David for his part raised an eyebrow, not having expected to hear that. 

 

"... You're looking at getting me another girl Becca?" He asked curiously, a tone of concern in his voice, not really sure as to why she would want that. He wasn't going to argue against it really, as long as she was ok with it.  It wasn't like the idea of fucking a bunch of different gorgeous women wasn't appealing as hell. 

 

Rebecca looked like she was going to wave off his concern for a moment, before considering the question more deeply. 

 

"... I think so… yeah.  Rita for sure, she mentioned that she wouldn't mind having another go after she recovered from your birthday.  Plus, now that that bitch Suzie isn't gonna be able to say shit about taking work from you being dangerous… I figure that we could find out a bunch of things that are your type…I know you like shortstacks with fat asses, but what other types do you like? I want to find out with you.  Plus, this way I get to indulge in my taste for pussy along with having the one and only dick I'll ever let near me fucking me stupid."

 

She finished her little speech with a grin, and bright loving eyes, swinging their arms a little more enthusiastically as David laughed. 

 

"Well if you put it like that… It sounds like a good time.  I've been wanting to see what Lizzy's is like since you started going there more.  And seeing Rita would be nice. She was a good tutor on my birthday. Plus she's just fun." As for his types… well he had a preference for very full figured women.  There was never going to be a chance for anything else when he grew up and went through puberty with two absolutely stacked smoke shows of women. 

 

But there were still subsets of obscenely stacked that he enjoyed. 

 

All of that would have to wait for a while as they'd finally arrived at ArcadeArcade, the establishment as bustling and packed as always. 

 

David, just like last time, went ahead and paid for the unlimited games entrance for the both of them, setting them up for a couple hours of fun. 

 

Neither of them much cared to get overly competitive with any of the games, though that wasn't to say either of them did badly. Well… at least until they got to the racing game again. 

 

"HOW?!" Rebecca pleaded with David fervently, trying to figure out how this happened again . 

 

"... I have no fucking clue." And he really didn't.  He'd been making a sharp turn to the right, in the racing game, when his tire must have caught some gap or bump in the track, sending his car spinning rapidly out of bounds, having glitched the screen before showing him in first place and having won the race… just with an incredibly damaged car.

 

"But… hell. I won.  So good for me." He said with a smirk, even as Rebecca looked hysterical. 

 

"YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!"

 

"But I got first place didn't I?"

 

She groaned in frustration before breaking out into giggles and pinching his arm playfully. 

 

"What is with you and cars Little Bro? I swear, you're fucking cursed."

 

Outside of that little debacle, everything seemed to be going as planned.  Rebecca was having the time of her life,and David was completely chuffed to realize that his plan had worked out so well.

 

As the hours passed however, he began. Noticing Becca giving him some… very heated glances. Ones that, before he had slept with Rita, he wouldn't have been certain meant what they did. But now that he had… oh yes.  Yes he was incredibly certain that he was correct. 

 

As they Finished their pizza, David smirked at his shortstack girlfriend, and whispered to her.

 

"You wanna get out of here? Head home?"

 

Her eyes were damn near black with how dilated they were as she nodded rapidly. 

 

" Please… I can't wait much longer… and In the future, I wouldn't mind riding you in an alley or in the bathroom, but…"

 

David smiled softly as he let one of his large hands cup her cheek, causing his big sister to lean into it fervently. 

 

"But this first time I want to fuck you at home. I'm right there with you Bex."

 

It didn't take much time after that for them to head back onto the NCART, as David was still determined to end the date as a mirror of their first day, except this time, instead of being sick and ready to throw up over selling her body for eddies? She was ready to give herself over body, heart and soul for her lover. And that was communicated obviously through the wide dark adoring eyes as she leaned up against him. One of her hands was stroking his thigh up and down as he bent down to kiss her hungrily, one of his hands down grabbing at one of her massive ass cheeks.  

 

It was fucking amazing how much that dichotomy got him going.  Four foot flat, and yet her ass was big enough that two of his large hands wasn't enough to cover one fucking cheek. Becca groaned into his kiss all the while feeling the pulse of his cock pressing against her lower belly and the bottom of her tits through his slacks. 

 

The beauty of a thing like this on the NCART was that as long as it didn't end up physically bothering anyone else? All passengers held to the unwritten, (and sometimes actually written), golden rule of Night City. 

 

Mind your business. 

 

David's focus was broken from working his big sister into a lustful fervor when he felt the telltale sign of his credit shard disengaging. He whirled around, breaking away from his make out session, and with an almost cobra-like speed, he gripped the wrist of a…

 

Whoa.

 

A girl who looked to be about…. Huh.  A little older than Rebecca, but much taller though she was still short compared to him.  Her hair was white with some pastel hair colorings at the tips of her locks, while in a… how best to describe it… a stylized leotard? Regardless, it was fucking hot.  

 

About as hot as the hate and fear that filled the girl's eyes as she realized she was caught.  Rebecca for her part had swiftly pulled her iron from within her jacket, and had it at a neutral stance, her eyes cold. 

 

"Let… go of me." The picksocket snarled at him as her eyes began to light up in a way that triggered his memories of stories and instruction from his mom.  Eyes lighting up like that while talking were either a sign that they were talking with someone else… or they were preparing to launch some form of Netrunner black magic. 

 

"Ease up now, or Becca will make sure you regret it." He said calmly, his eyes locked on to hers as she was to him.  There was… something there.  An energy, a feeling.  He felt drawn to her, and she seemed just as confused as he felt about it.

 

Thinking a little more deeply on it… it was the fear.  The fear in her eyes was obvious, but despite that fear, she wasn't begging or trying to bargain. She was all but baring her teeth at him, ready to strike.  He hoped she listened… she was far prettier without a slug through her dome.

 

Rebecca for her part just flashed her iron a bit more obviously as she cocked her wide hips to the side.

 

".... What do you want?" The picksocket asked finally, still on edge, seemingly ready to lash out at a moment's notice. 

 

David didn't say anything for a moment, before he slowly forced her hand open, and plucked his credit shard from his hand. 

 

"Hm…. A few questions answered.  That's all.  Like, why target us?" He asked her curiously.  He wasn't even sure why he was so damned curious. But there was something about her.  Something that made him want to stay. To talk. 

 

To connect.

 

Gazing again at her, he wondered what it was… but he was almost certain it was the defiance.  The hate and anger she was showing at the sight of his uniform, but the control and discipline she was displaying even having been caught and outnumbered.

 

She looked like she was about to tell him to piss off, but eventually seemed to think better of it. 

 

"You looked like easy targets.  Corpobrat And his Joytoy dead to the world while they got handsy." She was silent for a moment before looking down at his hand which was still maintaining an iron like grip that still managed to avoid bruising her flesh. 

 

"Can you let go now?" She said in a steady tone, her eyes flicking to his own, before zeroing in on the Arasaka Academy jacket, her eyes dark with dislike.

 

He didn't say anything for a moment, before letting go.

 

"And now you know better…?" He asked in a leading tone, asking for her name.  For a moment it seemed as if the tall white haired girl would ignore him and move to the opposite end of the tram.

 

"... Lucy." She said finally, not seeming to understand why she'd answered him. 

 

"I'm David. Feel free to try again the next time." He said stepping away from her, reaching for Rebecca's hand and when she obligingly gripped it, he smiled at the still suspicious girl. 

 

He wanted to see her again. He wanted to see just what else there was to this girl.  Lucy. 

 

"There won't be a next time." She said with a steely monotone. But she wasn't glaring anymore, and she didn't seem like she was close to panicking anymore.   If anything she just looked… confused.  Confused and anxious. But eventually after another moment, she disengaged and moved into one of the other connecting tram cars, disappearing from their sight.  Rebecca holstered her gun, and looked up at him curiously.

 

"So how much was on that shard?" She wasn't chastising him at all for encouraging the thief to try again. It was his money, and he could do whatever he desired with it.  She was just curious as to what kind of Payday the thief, Lucy, had to look forward to.  

 

"Just like… 1500 eb.  After paying for our entry and the food, it was close to empty. Mama always said, don't keep all your cash on one shard." He said with a contemplating gaze off towards where Lucy had escaped to. 

 

He wasn't sure what exactly this would all lead to… but he just knew that he needed to see her again.  Putting that off to the side however, he turned to face Rebecca with that dark and playful grin that had her light up with a wide smirk. 

 

"Now… where was I…" He murmured as he moved down to capture her soft lips once more.

 

The rest of the trip on the tram was the equivalent of softcore porn levels of groping and caressing that finally came to an end when they disembarked to their home.

 

The elevator up to the penthouse was utterly electric, David's pants feeling far, far too tight, and Rebecca panting softly as she whined and shifted her thighs as they ascended to the apartment. His eyes tracked her thick thighs squeezing and rubbing against each other, until finally it opened to their floor, and he picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

 

With a squeal of surprise and delight, Rebecca kicked out her legs like she was swimming, giggling as he carried her to the kitchen, looking all for the world like he was some kind of caveman, dragging his stolen mate back to his cave.  

 

"David! What are you doing? The bedroom's that wa-aay~!"

 

She laughed as he tossed her onto the top of the table, ass first, landing with a bit of a bounce but still looking like she was having the time of her life. David answered her by quickly unbuttoning his school uniform and tossing both the jacket and the dress shirt haphazardly to the side.  

 

"I can't even begin to tell you the amount of times while we were sitting down to eat, that I just wanted to toss you on this table, and kiss you stupid.  Now? I'm living that dream." He explained to her increasingly cheerful and playful expression, as he rolled his shoulders. Every single inch of his increasingly thick and powerful musculature was on display here and now, with anticipation increasing tension in his body, causing his muscles to show even more definition. 

 

Rebecca laughed as she removed the replica of the coat she would have worn over 3 years ago, letting it fall to the floor as her perky D-cups rose and fell with her ever increasing breathing rate as arousal flooded her brain, her nipples rigid and sensitive against the fabric of her tube top, her miniskirt beginning to ride up, showing the sweet juice of her pussy shining upon her thighs. 

 

"If I'd known you wanted me for dinner instead of food, I would have served myself up ages ago." She teased playfully before leaning backward, using her arms to keep her at a 45° angle, looking at him with equal parts lust and nerves. 

 

"So… uh… if you didn't already know Davey, I'm… well I've never done this before. Not with anybody I mean."

 

He blinked and raised one of his hands to cup her cheek as he looked at her in surprise, stroking her soft flesh with his thumb. 

 

"Like… not at all? Not even with one of the Mox?"

 

"Not even in a BD, David. I…" Rebecca blushed a dark tealish color, before looking back up at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers, smiling shyly as she pressed her cheek into his hand. 

 

"... I wanted it to be you. I loved you so much, and why would I ever want some random guy or girl for my first time? It just… made sense to me.  To wait, and see if we would get together.  It…well. It's part of why I was glad that it was Rita who you had for your birthday.  She's a good choom, and she was rooting for us."

David hummed softly as he stroked her cheek in little soft circles with his thumb as he tried to figure out just how… how he was going to word this. 

 

"... It doesn't bother you that I… well… that I'm still eager for sex with other women? Like, I love you Becca.  Don't ever question that. But you bringing up going to Lizzy's and stuff like that? I really want that. But I wasn't ever going to bring it up." 

 

… yeah, that was rambling and complete shit.

 

But at least Becca seemed to understand what he meant. 

 

With a smirk, and slowly took his thumb between her soft lips, her wet tongue swirling around it before she sucked firmly, sending bolts of pleasure down his spine as she finally pulled off and responded. 

 

"Little Brother… you are everything to me.  My hero.  My family. My lover. So anything you want? I will bend over backwards to get you, or otherwise provide it for you. And I'll do it with a smile on my face.  Just don't ever leave me behind, and I'll never be bothered. Now… if you'll let your Big Sister be selfish… fuck. Your.  Slut." She purred with a roll of her wide thick hips, showing off the miniskirt some more, which rolled up further on her thighs, her panties on display, a cute black silk number that was absolutely soaked through with her juices. 

 

Heart filled with love and body filled with lust, David growled and grippes the top of Becca's tube top, and ripped it open just enough so that her new large and perky tits bounced into view, each capped with a pretty bubblegum pink nipple. Said nipple was hard and pebbled as her chest rose and fell with increasing arousal. 

 

" Yess …" She moaned as he gripped the silk of her panties, her hips bucking against the heat of his hand and he tugged the fabric covering her slick pink, clean shaven cunt and revealing it to his ravenous eyes.  His cock was hard enough that it honestly felt like if he held back any longer, he would be bursting through them. Not wasting any more time, David, with an urgency that bordered on desperation, unbuttoned his slacks, and dropped his boxers, revealing his thick throbbing shaft. Becca's eyes widened with an almost manic desire as she spread her legs further. 

 

"Oh fuck yes… fuck me… fuck me baby.  Fuck me little brother." She was practically rambling as she begged him for his cock, her lips wet and glistening as she licked them in anticipation.

 

He was a loving little brother, so how could he hold back any longer? 

 

Answer?

 

He couldn't.

 

With a savage grip of her wide plush hips, he lined his cock up with her dripping cunt and pushed in. Having now had a little experience with sex, he was able to compare and contrast the sensations of his two partners.  Rita was tight as fuck, and seemed to know how to grip him and massage him expertly.  While Rebecca seemed like she was a little bit tighter but not as experienced. Which made sense of course, but the thing he noticed that really showed the difference was the sheer heat that seemed to emanate from her cunt that now soaked into his thick cock.

 

" Oh Fuck yes! Fuck me Daddy!~"

 

They both froze for a moment, David with a wide blinking expression of surprise, while Rebecca's face had turned a dark purple in embarrassment, but she refused to look away, giving David a cheeky grin. 

 

"Well? You gonna fuck me… daddy?~"

 

Oh that cheeky little shit…

 

His face screwed up in a smirk as he gave one powerful thrust into her that had her eyes rolling back slightly, before his hips began to move in a steady and increasingly faster pace, his length plunging in and out of that silky smooth and tight vice.  His cock head kept hammering at her cervix the entire time, his thrust causing her tits to jiggle and bounce as her eyes were latched onto his own, her soft lips spread in ecstasy as his powerful thrusts were combined with his growing rubbing roughly against her clit sending lightning bolts of pleasure down her spine. 

 

"Oh my fucking god~!! Harder! Fuck me harder Davey… oh fuck…." Came the pleasure drunk plea of his big sister, her eyes hazy as her pleasure began to override whatever rationality she had available to her.  And honestly… if she wanted it harder, he could fucking provide. 

 

Pulling her back a little so that her ass was hanging off the table, he gripped both of her small delicate ankles, and pushed them back up near her ears.  The sudden burn and stretch of Becca's hamstrings seemed to trigger an even greater moan of pleasure and pain.

 

"Mmm…. Fuck you look good like this…"

 

He murmured softly as he drank in the sight, Rebecca's eyes dark with lust, soft lips open and glistening as her tongue swiped alongside them. Her breasts fully and heaving, her belly undulating as her internal muscles clenched and rolled as she squeezed his cock. 

 

But there was a time to marvel and caress and there was a time to take and ravish. Now was definitely the latter.  His blood felt like it was almost boiling with the lust that he could feel deep in his veins, his hunger driving him forward as he kept a tight grip on Becca's ankle, his hips beginning to slam against her hamstrings, and her fat ass.  His balls slapping against the vast amounts of flesh left a lewd plap plap plap noise as he drove himself inside, faster and harder. 

 

Her heat and the noises she made, the groans,moans, and whimpers of need drove him on further as his Big Sister's words were like tattoos branded upon his mind. 

 

"Nnn!~ fuck me daddy! Please, please, please, oh god! Oh shit… deeper… all of me. Fucking take all of me!"

 

"Fucking gladly!" He snarled as he placed all of his weight into one brutal thrust,his cock pushing past her deepest barrier, and into her deepest reaches.  She screamed then, screamed in pain and pleasure and an unholy mix of the two. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears but her face was stretched into an almost manic grin. 

 

" Fuuuuuckkk … so fucking deep… I'm…. Nnngh… think I came there…. God… it feels so Good David…."

 

She punctuated that statement by reaching up for him, desperate to touch him and kiss him. Obliging her, he leaned forward to catch her lips with his own, his tongue twining alongside hers as they moaned softly. As they slowly pulled away, she grinned ruefully. 

 

"... You're gonna make it so I can't walk tomorrow aren't you?"

 

David smirked as he nipped at her bottom lip playfully. 

 

"That's the plan." And to punctuate his statement, he began rolling his hips in a slow but quickly increasing pace. Every hilting of his length inside her velvety and scorching cunt caused him to groan in pleasure as she quickly learned how to grip and squeeze him.  

 

It was a rush of hot, soft flesh, his balls impacting upon her massive ass cheeks as Rebecca's eyes began to roll up, her usual cheeky diatribes turning into pleasure drunk grunts and moans, as if all her thoughts had been drained out of her head, only wanting and needing cock. It was something out of his deepest fantasies, porno BDs that showed a beautiful woman turned briefly into nothing but a cum and cock addicted bimbo.

 

"Fuck!! Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He hissed in pleasure, attempting to hold back at least a little, not wanting it to end yet.  But his words seemed to have sparked Becca's buried intelligence, and some life returned to her eyes as they widened.

 

"Nnn! Yes~yesyesyes!!! Cum! Cum in me! Cum inside. Fucking fill me up! Oh god.. use me… I want to be bloated with your cum David. Fucking every inch of me, covered or stuffed with it!"

 

He was done for with that dirty talk. His self control was utterly shot, and his balls clenched, shooting thick rope after rope of pearly jellied cum into her  womb, packing the small space to the brim, Rebecca's eyes rolling back at her hips spasmed again and again. It felt like an infinite moment of pleasure and breathlessness.

 

When they both finally came down from it, Rebecca had a dopey little grin on her face as she groaned, and her eyes began to gain a measure of intelligence again. 

 

"Mmm…. Fuck… that was really fucking good Davey… damn… I feel stuffed." She mused as she moved one of her hands to her lower belly, stroking the tiny bump that showed his still hard cock was plunged deep into her farthest reaches. It left David with a dark little thrill, and a pulsing of his dick still inside. She moaned softly at the extra movement before taking a deep luxurious breath. 

 

"Mmm… So what now little brother? We've got hours before Mamá Gloria gets home." She said as she slowly creaked her eyes open again, expression ready and eager for more.  David grinned  and supported her back,working a hand under her, before using the other to grip one of her massive ass cheeks, the shortstack instinctively wrapping her legs and arms around him as best she could as he picked her up..

 

" Now … we can go to the bedroom."

 

He said with a grin, before carrying them towards his room, before slowly pulling her off his cock.  Rebecca whispered as he did so, before giggling eagerly as he tossed her onto the bed, removing the rest of his clothes, what little there was left.  

 

"Get comfy on the edge of the bed… and get ready to use your new tits." He commanded her firmly, her eyes lighting up in sheer delight as she tore the rest of her tube top off her body, and gave him a sultry, lustful gaze as her eyes went from his face, to his chest, to his proud, jutting cock. 

 

Gripping her own fairly large breasts, she squeezed them together invitingly, grinning cheekily. 

 

"You have no idea how I'm happy that I can actually do this.  I might have a massive ass but for whatever fucking reason I just could not grow tits.  Thanks for getting Mamá to let me have the money to buy them." She said softly, her eyes once more filled with love as she squeezed and pulled at her own nipples, her mouth open and licking her lips as he moved closer, his cock thick and incredibly long.  

 

Her brow however began to furrow when his length was there, inches from her face, her throat working into an almost audible swallow. 

 

".... Fuck.  So… you might be bigger than I expected. " She said with a shaky laugh, gripping her mammaries and slowly moving to wrap them around his length.  She frowned harder when it became clear that her new tits, despite their size, were not big enough to cover his shaft in its entirety. 

 

".... Well… that's annoying.  Don't worry baby.  I'll fix that soon.  For now… let me get a taste of us…~" She said with a smirk, letting her soft hot wet tongue lash out as his shiny shaft, her eyes rolling back at the feeling, the taste, the texture.

 

"Fuck… you know you don't have to do that right?" He hissed, giving one last attempt at being courteous in regards to her actions, her choices in cyberware and the like.

 

She snorted softly, squeezing her soft breasts tighter along the sides of his cock, licking slowly up the bottom of his length. 

 

"Davey, while yes… I am going to get upgrades and changes based on things I know you'll like… that doesn't mean I dislike them myself.  I want to go bigger… bury your fucking cock in titflesh.  Be your Shortstack big sister. So stop worrying.  Unless I say something, just assume I'm down for whatever." She punctuated the end of her sentence with a nice sloppy kiss to the tip of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head.

 

His own eyes rolled as she did not hold back on the saliva at all, drooling all over his cock to give him a bit more lube as she pumped her full tits around him,up and down. The soft plush flesh was incredibly enticing, meanwhile her mouth began going up and down, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth and beginning to poke at her throat. He grunted as he definitely began to feel that of the two things she was doing for him, her mouth on his cock was far more appealing at the moment.  

 

He placed a hand on her head, making sure she looked him in the eyes as he spoke next. 

 

"I'm going to fuck your throat now.  Do you need air before I begin? Because I'm going to fuck your face until I'm spilling my load deep in your belly."

 

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head, her tongue lashing along his length even faster as her soft lips formed an even tighter seal around his cock, her hands moving to caress his narrow hind and muscular torso.  She moved her head gently against his hand, to give the impression that she was… leaning into his touch. Encouraging him to take her, use her to his heart's content.

 

"Mmm… that's a good slut.  My slutty Big sister… such a cock hungry whore for her little brother~" He teased her hungrily as he threaded his fingers through her silky hair, gripping her skull with one hand.  Really just… exemplifying the size difference between the two where just one large mitt of his was able to encompass the entirety of her head. 

 

"Time to choke then Bex…" He hummed softly, before letting his hips begin to cycle into that smooth and powerful cycle that he'd given her before on the kitchen table. She made such delightful noises too as her throat spasmed around his length, the pulsing of his cock seeming to stretch her taut throat even more than just the initial intrusion.

 

Gllk glllk gllk gllk

 

Again and again, the noises pulled from her throat were obscene, and incredibly lewd, which more than suited David, his sister's eyes looking up at him with such worshipful desires. Said eyes bright and shiny with their red pink and green tones swimming in her eyeballs.

 

His own eyes rolled back as he could feel her throat gripping him even tighter, looking down to see what the hell was going on. He was shocked but darkly pleased to see Rebecca gripping her throat with both hands, squeezing tightly so that he would have an even tighter hole to pillage and plunder, the heat and slickness being… fuck .. it felt fucking amazing. 

 

The ever increasing speed of his thrusts and the tightness of her throat was quickly sending him up and over the edge of his own self-control, his spine feeling like it had been lit up by a bolt of lightning pleasure as finally… oh yes finally he lost all control, and slammed his hips forward, feeling her nose pressed firmly against his groin. 

 

"Fuck!! Fuck yes! Take it all Becca! Swallow my fucking cum!" He roared as the thick ropes of sperm shot down his length, pulsing down his cock again and again as he could feel it shoot down her throat and into her stomach. 

 

It was only as it slowly began to die off that he gripped her by the hair and began to pull her off his shaft, her lips wrapped in an almost vacuum seal, dragging along him as he pulled her off. Her eyes were almost completely rolled back from lack of oxygen but she kept trying to suck and lick all the while until finally he was withdrawn from her mouth.  With a deep, gasping breath, her eyes started to regain the brightness he adored. 

 

Her next few breaths were heavy and ragged, but soon, she was caressing his cock again, pumping his last few ropes directly onto her face, letting the thick sticky sludge slowly caress her cheeks. 

 

"Mmm…. Fuck… that was fucking, AMAZING. " She laughed as she caught her breath, David smirking as he looked at her with that ceaseless, unending hunger that had been with him during his 15th birthday. He wanted more… and he knew she would give him more. 

 

"Oh we're not done yet.  There's still one more hole for me to take…" He purred in hunger as his cock was still rigid in her hands.  Rebecca's eyes widened, gulping slightly before giving a nervous smile. 

 

"Right… fuck… alright.  Let's do it!"

 

"Not before you show off your ass for me a little Becca.  I've been wanting you to put on a performance for me for years, and now I have the opportunity… I wanna see you make those cheeks clap. " Rebecca's eyes lit up as her mouth twitched into a smirk. 

 

"Mmm.. is that the case daddy? Big Sis Becca's been teasing that big thick cock with her big fat ass? Well I can't let that go unpunished… I need to be punished…."

 

She moaned before pressing another kiss to his shaft, hopping off the bed, gesturing for him to sit down and enjoy the performance.  

 

Getting comfortable, he watched in anticipation as she removed the rest of her frayed tube top… but kept on the thong, throwing how the straps that went over her hips dug deliciously into her plush flesh as she slowly swayed back and forth, her hips shimmying back and forth, letting her cheeks give a little wobble.

 

A wobble turned into a jiggle. And then finally, with a little bit of a bounce on her heels, and a sharp twitch of her hips and back, her ass began to slowly and then rapidly clap, with dull fleshy slaps.  

 

"Mmm… is this what you wanted Davy? Wanted your big sister to throw her ass around like a fucking cheap whore? You gonna take that massive fat ass and fuck me until I scream? God I fucking want it so so bad. "

 

He grinned as he began stroking his shaft slowly, all the while enjoying the sight of her ass bouncing and clapping. 

 

"Fuck yes…" he hissed as he raised his hand, bringing it down roughly on Rebecca's ass, a red hand mark beginning to make its appearance already. 

 

Rebecca arched her back in pain and pleasure as her breathing got heavier, clapping her cheeks faster and faster. 

 

"Oh fuck yes Daddy! Fuck my fat ass Little Brother! Take it! Fucking, FUCK ME!"

He didn't need to be told twice.  He gripped her by the hips, and as she squealed in delight and anticipation, he tossed her face down onto the bed, her face down against the bed, her knees keeping her ass nice and high as he groped her chunky thighs. 

 

"Mmm… hell… gladly.  Just let me… lube up a little more."

 

He said with a smirk as he pushed his way back into her pussy, his cock throbbing deep within her as she moaned in pleasure.  The moans of pleasure became whines of needs as he withdrew. They transformed into nervous pants as he slapped her cheeks again. 

 

"Pull 'em apart." He gave her the order, punctuated with another ass slap, causing her to cry out in pleasurable pain, but also reached back and took big handfuls of her ass to expose her twitching asshole. 

 

"Um…. Davey? Just… ple-"

 

David shushed her gently as he placed his cock head against her tiny asshole,feeling it twitch and flex along his cock head. 

 

"It's ok Becca… I'm not gonna hurt you.  It'll be ok."

 

That seemed to relax her, as the tension that had begun to build up slowly flowed out of her.

 

"Ok Davey… you can start whenever you're ready. " Rebecca murmured as he gripped her hips tightly, the red hand marks emanating heat as he slowly began to push in. Her voice became a low groaning grunt of a thing as he slowly stretched her hole enough that he began to push in… until finally he popped inside, causing Becca to whimper slightly. Whimper… but wiggle her hips eagerly..

 

"Yes… yes…. Mmm… fuck me… deeper baby… fucking deep~!"

 

She groaned as she attempted to push back, to take him in.  He stopped her however, his hands gripping hers that were still holding her cheeks apart.

 

"Ah ah…. I go deeper when I decide. Not you. Understand Big Sis?" He chastised her gently as her face screwed up in need and contrition. 

 

"I'm sorry Daddy… please? Please fuck me deeper?" She moaned softly, her eyes lightly misty as the discomfort of taking his length inside her was still… not insignificant. But she was still having a good time, her pussy still wet with arousal proving that. 

 

"Mmm… that's better… that's a good girl. That's my good girl."

 

He murmured softly as he began to push, to lean his weight against her, his cock pressing deep into her ass, and guts, her belly distending from its sheer length and girth. 

 

She groaned in absolute pleasure, mixed with a deep groaning fullness.

 

"Ready love?" He said with a savage lustful fervor. Rebecca swallowed again, and smiled. 

 

" Fuck me ragged." She purred in desire. No sooner than she'd finished that,had David began to really begin fucking her, with such force and vigorthat she couldn't even keep hold of her cheeks , causing her to make dull plap plap plap noised as his balls slapped against her thighs and his hips impacted her cheeks. 

 

Her hands moved forward next to her own head, gripping the sheets tightly as she screamed, the mixture of sensations she was feeling sending her into a fucking overload.

 

David for his part was lost in pleasure, rutting into his sister's tight ass with zealous fervor. His cock was throbbing, his balls swollen and full as he desired to once more fill her to the brim.  He wanted to fill her again and again, leave her insides permanently stained white, sticky with his cum. 

 

"Gonna…nnngh! Gonna fucking cum!"

 

He snarled in hunger as he started to thrust harder. Rebecca couldn't even respond verbally, only able to make a grunting animalistic noise as he fucked her ass again… and again… until…

 

"Fucking!!! Fucking take it all!" He snarled as he gripped her ass cheeks stop the red marks he'd left from her slaps, hilting himself all the way down, his cock pulsing as jet after rope after thick sticky strand of his cum shot down his length into Rebecca's guts, letting her feel the scorching heat inside with a squeal before panting, just as David was. The both of them covered in sweat, and Rebecca covered and filled with sperm… especially when David finally pulled out, only to coat her cheeks and in between with his thick white cum.

 

"Mmmm… fuck Davey… I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow…" The shortstack mused as she felt herself relax, her own orgasms having made her feel like a limp noodle. 

 

David for his part gave Rebecca a soft slap to the ass, causing the girl to chuckle and moan softly. 

 

"I hope you don't think we're done Bex. We've still got a few hours before Mom gets home."

 

Her eyes seemed to fly open in fearful anticipation.

 

"Fuck Davey… you're going to break me…~"

David laughed and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, letting his hands stroke down her soft back. 

 

"That's ok Baby… I'll just put you back together after…"~

 

____

 

Rebecca groaned in pleasure as she felt the hot spray of water coat her body as David gently thrust in and out of her pussy, holding her up by her ass, her hands gripped around his triceps. Fuck he was so strong… just holding her aloft like this and fucking her for what had to be altogether… over an hour of standing sex. It had been amazing, still was really. But now it was less… sex and more comfort. 

 

"... I love you Becca." Came those beautiful words from her beloved Little Brother.  She felt a flash of heat down her spine as she really attempted to squeeze his cock again in appreciation… but fuck she was worn out. 

 

Definitely… definitely gonna need to go to Lizzy's to pick up a girl or two regularly. Becca wasn't going to be able to move much tomorrow. 

 

"I love you too Davey…. Now get one more load out before we finish the shower.  I think I'm finally gonna have to throw in the towel after this.  I'm so sore already…" She said reluctantly as her hands gently squeezed his arms, groaning as he picked up his speed briefly. 

 

"Alright Bex… I can do th-" Their soft conversation in the shower was cut off by Mama Gloria walking in with a raised eyebrow. 

 

"Oh-shit! Mom!" David said, surprised and a bit sheepish to see his mom looking at him balls deep into his sister. 

 

"Ya know, if you want to use the Girl as a cock sock that's alright mijo , but I thought we'd gotten the whole dirty clothes go in the hamper thing figured out back when you were four?" She said with a smirk, her eyes only briefly looking at Rebecca, gracing the shortstack with an acknowledging nod that made her chest warm. 

 

"Sorry about that Boss! Davey really wanted to fuck me, and we kind of lost track of time." She said with a little laugh, noting that  the woman was carrying some clothes herself. 

 

Gloria rolled her eyes but chuckled and smirked approvingly. 

 

"You fucking her stupid David?"

 

" Si, Mamá." David said a bit shyly now, his cock throbbing deep within her, making her groan as she couldn't help but roll her hips at the feeling. 

 

"Good.  Now don't worry about me.  Just gonna change into something more comfortable real quick. " And before either of them could say anything, Gloria had turned away and tossed her shirt into the bathroom hamper, revealing that massively powerful back, and also removed her work pants. 

 

And underneath? Just a thong.  A simple black thong that showed off muscular and yet shapely ass cheeks, with Gloria bent  over and pulling on the lounge pants she'd brought in with her. 

 

Becca was on fucking fire at this, having always thought Gloria was hot from the moment she'd been threatened to not take advantage of David. But David? David fucking buckled, thrusting twice more into Rebecca, his eyes very obviously on his mom's ass, before groaning, filling Rebecca's pussy once more to the brim with his thick cum, making Becca groan. 

 

It was all instinctual, the thrusting, the orgasm, and as he seemed to come to his senses, Rebecca gently kissed him before he could start to feel awkward.  Before she could whisper anything to him, Mama Gloria had turned around wearing her lounging clothes and was looking at David with the unbelievable amount of love and warmth she never showed anyone else.

 

"Mmm. That's my boy.  You have your fun as long as you like.  Just don't forget, you and Mama have a date with Bushido 4 tonight. I already placed the burger order. Have fun. "

 

She said before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, exiting the bathroom.  

 

There were no words spoken for a moment before Rebecca decided to get him in gear again. 

 

"You heard her babe.  You should go get dressed so you can watch the movie. I've got to clean myself out.  Heh." She smirked playfully, even as David pulled her off, and set her down on shaky legs. 

 

"You sure Becca?" He asked her, still seeming conflicted from what had happened just a moment ago. 

 

She laughed and placed a kiss on his hand, and rubbed her cheek along his palm. 

 

"I'm sure David."

About a lot of things… seems like they need to have a… talk… about Mama Gloria~.

Notes:

Been a while since I posted something for this. Well... Here we go. Should be good.

Hope y'all like smut.

Chapter 6: Chapter 5- Keep It In The Family

Summary:

David gets a new toy, Becca tries a new approach, and Gloria's leash gets tugged.

"So David, anybody look fun?" Rebecca's playful tone carried through the pulsing beats of Lizzie's bar, as David wrapped his arm tighter around her shoulders, his hand dangling down in front of her chest,  slowly groping her new breasts.  She'd gone up a cup size or two since they'd had their first date together, and he couldn't deny he was enjoying the increased amounts of soft flesh. 

 

As for why they were at Lizzie's? His mom was out of town on business.  What exactly she was doing, she didn't say, but she seemed… very regretful that she was going to be gone for a few days.

 

"Well… Rita's out.  She's busy tonight working the security Details, though we might see her in a bit.  Laura was fun, though she said that she'd need a few days to recover after I fucked her unconscious. Sylvia already went home…" he murmured softly as his girlfriend and sister moaned softly, pressing her chest further into his hand. Her thick thighs squirming and rubbing back and forth. Looking down at her, he once more saw Becca's beautiful array of pink green and red in her eyes, looking at him worshipfully. It was moments like this that made his Mama not being home for a while bearable.

 

"Well… maybe then we should try out someone new? Expand your horizons and all that. Maybe someone… closer to your height? With more muscle and big tits?" She said cheekily, groaning in pleasure as his hand gripped her tit even harder as he blinked in confusion. At least until the image of the other member of his family flashed through his mind, his mama bending over to grab her pants, showing off that large, round, well muscled ass. His cock throbbed harder from the half aroused state into a full on erection, making his pants feel rather uncomfortable.

 

"Oooh… little brother definitely likes that idea… well, why don't we look through the catalog, see if we can find anybody who fits the bill?" Rebecca said with her eager and playful grin, before leaning up to press a kiss to his throat. 

 

"I'll be right back Davey.  I'm gonna go ahead, and grab the catalog and see who's available, and who might fit the bill." She didn't move to leave however, only getting up once he stopped groping her tits, squealing in pleasure as he slapped her massive miniskirt half covered ass.

 

As she trotted off deeper into the club, he took the time to close his eyes, and think about how things had changed in the last few months. He'd gotten a girlfriend, had an unbelievable amount of sex, and was… very much getting fed up with Arasaka Academy. 

He'd surpassed the classes that were given for his age group, and at this point his mamá had gotten into contact with the administration to get him tested upwards. 

 

His tests would take place in a week, and if he was lucky, he'd be moved upwards into a class that might actually challenge him, and almost as importantly? Getting away from Katsuo Tanaka. He was so fed up with this friggin corpobrat and his delusions of grandeur. It was taking more and more effort to refrain from teaching the meat its fucking place . 

 

He blinked for a moment.  Huh… that was happening more and more whenever he thought about Katsuo and that stupid fucking academy. 

 

Regardless, outside of everything involving the academy, his life was going well.  His mom, after teasing him a bit about his sex drive had increased the amount of money his account had placed in it every month.  The added sum more than covered the cost of a girl every week or so. Not that he went crazy on it of course. Mamá had taught him some very important lessons. One of the biggest of them was Financial Literacy. 

 

He was only 15, but one day, he was going to need to make money. He couldn't expect his mom to pay for everything forever without him doing something to contribute after all. So the basics of budgeting, investing, and knowing how to track how much goes in and how much comes out? He'd been taught that, and refreshed on it on a regular basis. 

His idle thoughts were cut off as he heard a commotion across the room. 

 

"-fuckin bitch! I fucking paid for a whore not a fucking brain dance!" Came the snarling high pitched scream of a skinny 20 something, dressed in the worst combination of an homage to Jenny Silverhand and Morgan Blackhand all mixed into one pathetic package.  The gonk was wearing a tattered surplus bulletproof vest, a shitty trench coat, and had a fancy chrome hand that looked immaculate. Like it was never used.

 

That hand was wrapped around one of the Mox girls he'd seen around. Eastern European features, purple tech hair, and an extremely svelte body type, emphasized by the skin tight crop top and booty shorts she wore around the club. Janna if he remembered the name. 

 

"Hey jackass, the rules are don't fucking touch!" She snarled at the asshole gripping her wrist, wincing as the chrome hand tightened and a flicker of fear sparked in her eyes. David frowned, and with a quick decision, decided to get up, and deal with the situation. 

 

"I don't give a shit! You're gonna charge this much? If you don't want me getting nasty , you're gonna come with me to a room, and suck my dick!" The almost rat-like edgerunner snarled before he was suddenly confronted with a much, much larger individual. 

 

David was 6'2" these days, and despite his youth had a fairly impressive musculature. Combine that with the stone cold confidence he felt and projected, the man harassing the Mox worker hesitated before sneering up at him. 

 

"What the fuck do you want gonk? This bitch is mine! You can have her after I'm fucking done. "

 

David's nose was filled with the scent of rank sweat, and unwashed humanity standing too close to the wannabe tough guy. 

 

"You heard her.  No touching allowed.  So I'd advise you to let go , before things get violent."

 

To be truthful, David hadn't even planned to do anything but make the threat, and attempt to get him to go away. Maybe stall the man to let the Mox Security take care of this as it was their turf after all. But for whatever reason, the security was slow, and the man before him was feeling big in his britches.

 

"Who the fuck do you think you are shithead?! Some fucking white knight, standing up for a whore? Sit down boy before I give you a few new holes to breathe through!" The man said, before pulling out a massive fucking revolver. One that David recognized as something his Mamá used. A Magnum Opus Hellbringer, chambered in proprietary .666 Magnum rounds.  An absolute beast of a weapon, and it looked factory new. 

 

The man grinned in a sickly superior manner as he held the gun up, his arm trembling slightly from the weight of the handgun making its presence known.

 

"Yeah that's right… keep fucking talking boy, and I'll blow a hole in you so big, not even Trauma Team could save you. So go sit down. "

 

Now things had gotten serious. The music was still playing but other than that, the room had turned quiet, except for a few girls slipping out of the room. David for his part felt…oddly calm.  His mother had trained him for these scenarios, had drilled it into him until his reflexes were like a striking viper. 

 

"No." He said simply, his eyes on his target, waiting for the right moment to strike.  He knew men like this. The only thing separating meat like Katsuo, and this punk? Money. 

 

Seeing that his threat wasn't making any headway, the unkempt Edgerunner cosplayer's face flushed in rage, and it was in that moment that David knew he would either live, or die depending on his own actions. 

 

Seeing the flexion of the man's forearm, David's hands snapped out, faster than he'd ever moved before, gripping the barrel of the gun. Twisting his frame at the same moment,he used his other hand to chop upwards at the man's organic wrist, causing his grip to spasm and release,allowing David to wrest the massive handcannon away from him. The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and then fear as David quickly whipped it around, slamming the butt of it against his temple, leaving him boneless as he collapsed on the ground. The grip he'd held on the Mox girl had let go as soon as his lights had gone out. 

 

David scoffed at how easily the man had gone down, even as the adrenaline rush finally had gone through its peak, leaving him feeling slightly jittery. 

 

"Holy Shit…. That was…. Thank you.  You're… you're David Martinez right?" Janna asked him, her hand wrapping around the wrist the chrome hand had bruised, looking up at him with an expression of gratitude and speculation.

 

"Yeah.  That's me.  You alright Janna?" He said easily, kneeling down to check the gonks body for any other weapons.  Wouldn't do to avoid a Hellbringer shot only to get stabbed in the spine. Nothing.  Did this gonk really only have a fucking Borgware revolver and nothing else?

 

Fucker didn't even look like he had the build to fire it without breaking his arm.

 

"Yeah…. Just a bruise. How do you know my name?" Looking at her closer, she appeared to be roughly mid 20's or early 30's, and with a sharp inquisitive gaze. 

 

David shrugged. 

 

"Some of the girls I've hired talk, and I also listen when I'm here." He was always listening. Always paying attention. His mamá had been very clear about the fact that not paying attention  was the number one killer of gonks In NC. 

I can't even begin to tell you how many of the meat I've seen walk into a bullet because they just weren't paying attention mijo .

 

"Well…thanks again David… you uh…" She seemed to get a calculating look as she gazed up and down at his form, before looking down at the guy, as well as the big fucking gun he was holding by the barrel. 

 

"I heard from some of the girls and Rita that you hire girls for the night… Want a freebie? As a thank you?" She said with a little grin, cocking her hips to the side, to show off her assets, lithe and tight as they were. 

 

David was somewhat surprised, and while he was slightly tempted, he gave her a shake of the head. "Didn't do it for that.  Just didn't want you to get hurt."

 

He didn't like seeing people get hurt as a rule… though there were notable exceptions. The average Mox worker was not one of those. Janna meanwhile straightened up from her more alluring posing, and looked up at him with her arms crossed and a slow smile.

 

"... Rita was right. You're a good kid.  You ever want to take me back to your place for the night… I'll make sure you get priority booking sweetie." And with that, she stood up on her toes, and pressed a kiss to his cheek as Rita arrived, Rebecca in tow.

 

" DAVEY!" His sister called out, immediately stressed out, her hand on her iron, and Rita with her arms crossed. As Rebecca practically launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his abdomen, Rita looked at him steadily, her bat being held by the middle of its length. 

 

"You wanna tell me what happened here David?" This wasn't the Rita who had been in his bed on his birthday. This was the Rita who was head of security for the entire Mox gang, and needed an answer to her question. 

 

It was kind of hot actually. 

 

Before he could speak however, Janna stepped forward.

 

"Hey Rita, don't be hard on the kid, it wasn't him who caused all the drama.  This punk-!"

 

She said with a sneer, giving the gonk a swift kick to the leg, causing him to groan.

 

"Decided that he didn't like the fact that I don't do Full Service shit, and generally only do braindances and dancing. So he tried to force me." Janna said with a grimaced, holding her wrist up, to show the growing bruise.

 

"That was when I got involved." David said, looking Rita in the eyes.  The Mox didn't soften even an ounce as he continued to speak, Rebecca having eased off, now just standing next to him and caressing his lower back.

 

"Guy was hurting Janna, and I didn't see any of the Mox Security around, so I told the guy the rules were no touching and to back off.  He pulled out this -." He said, lifting up the extremely large revolver, Becca and Rita's eyes going wide. "And told me that if I didn't sit down he'd blast a hole in me.  I told him no, and disarmed him and knocked him out."

 

Rita continued to look steadily at him… before her eyes softened and a smile grew on her face. 

 

"Good work Davey.  I'll need to find out why security wasn't around, but thanks for the support." She looked over at Janna, and gave her a wicked grin.

 

"You should really give the big guy a chance, Janna. He damn near rocked my world on his first time, and the next couple damn near shattered it." 

Janna rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything, the source of their current troubles groaned again, and seemed to be slowly gaining consciousness.

 

Rita rolled her eyes in annoyance.

 

"Right…I'll take care of the trash. You enjoy your time Davey. See ya Becca." As she bent down to pick the guy up, David considered the situation…. And decided that he'd keep the gun.  He'd been wanting to upgrade… and he was older and bigger now. Surely he was ready for something like this now right?

 

Even if he wasn't, it was still an expensive ass gun, and he'd be able to make good use of it.

 

As Rita walked off, Becca seemed to be… quiet. At least at first.  Before she looked at him angrily. 

 

" Are you crazy?!"

 

Whoa. David couldn't even remember a time that Becca seemed angry at him. But she looked legit angry, with her face screwed up in a look of blazing fury he'd only ever seen when some thugs would accost them, and she pulled her guns out on them. 

 

They'd run off, but he was almost certain that she had been eager to spill blood at that moment.

 

"...Becca?"

 

"You friggin…. You could have died David! Why didn't you just let security take care of it?! The guy wouldn't have ever gotten to do anything before they…." Her eyes started to water as he tentatively placed a hand on her cheek, confused but starting to understand.

 

"It's ok Rebecca. He was just some poser Edgerunner. Probably lives in a cube hotel, and put all his money into this gun." He assured her as she swallowed heavily, nodding at his words. 

 

"I… I know.  I was just… I wasn't there . I'm supposed to be there to protect you little brother. And you just…" She let loose a little shuddering breath.

 

"... Can we go home? I didn't find anyone that fit the catalog and… I want to be selfish tonight.  Have you to myself." She asked him, kissing his wrist gently, her small hands wrapping around his forearm.

 

David hummed. Honestly, that was alright by him. He definitely had a specific type that he was interested in, and it seemed like they were either in high demand already, or weren't interested in him… or they just weren't available tonight.

"Yeah… let's have it just be you and me tonight. Besides…" He gripped her by the hips, and lifted her up casually, his face contorted into a lustful smirk.

 

"It's nice to have a good little fuck toy~" He whispered into her ear, before licking at her earlobe, feeling her full body shudder and nuzzle into him.

 

"Mm…. And that's what I am baby.  You could fuck me anywhere you wanted and I wouldn't complain at all… in the bathroom, in an alley… and right here. I'd do anything for you…. But… I have something special in mind… that you'd probably like better at home." She whispered back, letting her little tongue lap at the textured flesh of his neck, kissing softly, leaving little pink makeup marks there.

 

David snorted and ignored the stares from other club goers, and tossed Becca over his shoulder and made his way out of the club, all the while Becca was giggling and complaining the entire time.

 

"Daddyyyy my skirt won't cover anything! I don't want anyone to see my fat ass but you!" She pouted as she lightly swung her legs back and forth, but not attempting to actually get out of his grip.  He smirked as he got to the car, setting her down as she pouted up at him, adjusting her skirt slightly.

 

"Half your ass is being shown off just standing there Bex."

 

She gave him a huffy superior look as she opened the vehicle, and got into the driver seat. 

 

"Well, that's just to let everyone know how sexy your Big sister is and that they can't have her." She flashed him another wicked smile before he laughed once more and got into the passenger side.  As she made use of the blocks that let her drive with her diminutive frame, he decided to look over his trophy. 

The revolver was massive, chambered in .666 to be the epitome of handgun based stopping power.  It only had three rounds in the cylinder, and looked to have a heavier trigger pull.  So, good for singular targets, not so great for a crowd.

 

"Enjoying your new toy babe?" Rebecca said with a small smile, cracking slightly when she saw the revolver itself, still seeming to be dealing with some leftover anxiety. 

 

"Yeah.  Only time I've ever seen this gun in person is Mamá."

 

Rebecca frowned for a moment before her eyes widened pulling into the parking garage to their building.

 

"Oh shit ! That's right! Mamá Gloria carries one of those everywhere. Isn't that basically her everyday carry?" She asked as they pulled into their space, heading to the elevator as Rebecca slid her hand into David's.

 

"Mmmhmm.  I remember being a kid… asking her when I'd get to try her gun. She always told me it'd need to be a lot later when I was big enough to handle it.  Probably a good idea. I might have been a strong kid, but that gun would have kicked my fucking ass." He reminisced, remembering all the times she took him to the range as a kid. She still took him…

 

But things were different now.  The casual intimacy they had was… he couldn't stop thinking about wanting to touch her. Kiss her.  Fuck her. And he figured that was probably… wrong to want, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with. He wanted to fuck his mother. 

…. Well, that was one of the few times he ever actually acknowledged the situation. Now what the hell was he supposed to do?

 

His musings were cut off as the elevator opened up once more into the penthouse, and a small hand slowly groped him through his pants. He smirked down at his Big sister whose eyes were alight with lust… and picked her up once more, supporting her massive fat ass with his hand, and kissing her stupid.  

 

Once he was sure she was out of oxygen, he pulled away, letting her pant softly, eyes… hah! Oh that was cute. 

 

She'd actually got her Kiroshis programmed so that when she was getting ready for sex and felt a massive amount of arousal, her eyes would gain hearts as a graphic.

 

"I love the upgrade…."

 

"Mmmm… I was hoping you would little brother… I've been… trying to pick the ones you like… maybe we could pick some out together after this?" She moaned as he moved his head down to her large breasts, sucking and nipping at the perfectly applied synth-flesh.  It was smooth but textured slightly, a perfect recreation of deliciously pliable skin.

 

"Mmm… sounds good. What's the special thing you wanted to do by the way…?" He asked her curiously, raising an eyebrow as her eyes went wide, and she began to look a little nervous. 

 

"Right! Right… ok. This is gonna be a little different Davey… but I promise you, you'll like it. Can you go lay down in your room, strip and close your eyes?" She asked him, seemingly psyching herself up for something.  He wasn't sure what it could be, but he was fine with it. Rebecca never disappointed when it came to a new fun idea.

 

Setting her down, he nodded and gave her another little swat that made her squeak, he headed off to his room, stripping as he went, laying down on his bed, facing upward, his cock hard as a rock, throbbing.

 

He wondered what it could be…. Closing his eyes he imagined a lot of things… maybe a special new outfit… maybe a new piercing or piece of chrome? Maybe she just wanted to see what sex would be like with his eyes clo-

 

"Oh my mijo… you're looking rather… pent up."

 

That was not his mother. He knew what his mom sounded like, and he knew the heavy weight of her steps.  That was not his mother. 

But it was a damn good imitation. 

 

"Wh-"

 

"Don't open your eyes!" The voice said suddenly, slightly panicking. Rebecca.  

 

He didn't open his eyes, but he was extremely, extremely confused about the situation. What…what was going on?

 

"That's a good boy mijo…. That's a good boy for mama. "

 

His cock throbbed at the concept of what was about to happen. 

 

"Becca? What are you doing?"

There was a pause, before her small hands stroked his muscular thighs, as she clambered onto the bed, his eyes still closed, having to imagine what was happening.

 

"David… I've seen how you look at Mamá Gloria for a while now… and when you fucked me in the shower… I know you wanted to cum in her… so… I want to give you that.  That fantasy… so just for a while… call me Mamá…. If you want. We don't have to."

He kept his eyes closed, considering the situation.  He couldn't deny it to himself, and Rebecca already seemed to know about how he felt… his desires.  He swallowed hard… and let his desires lead him..

 

"Mama… I want to fuck you."

 

There was a pause, and then he could feel her move on the bed, moving herself over his thick cock that was still upright, leaking a thick amount of pre-cum.

 

"Oh baby… all you ever had to do was ask.  Mama would give you anything you wanted… and if you want Mama's pussy? Oh yes… yes you can have that. Let me show you…."

 

It was with an obscene moan from Becca that just barely sounded enough like his Mom as she began to sink down on his cock. He shuddered as the taboo of the situation began to really run through his body, his cock throbbing and jumping inside Rebecca's pussy.

 

"Oh fuck… Becca… that feels so good." He grunted, his hands moving up to grip the thighs that were now pressed firmly against his sides.

 

"Mmm… silly David… I'm not the Girl.  I'm your mamá.  So… remember to call me that while you're balls deep inside me, mm?" She said with a playful lilt in her voice, before moving to start bouncing up, and down, her tight pussy began to squeeze and grip his cock hungrily.  Every upward and downward movement stroking his cock to higher and higher planes of pleasure.

 

His mind's eye was filled with images of a powerfully built red haired woman, his mother as naked as he could imagine her.  Giving him soft smiles, remembering what it was like to cuddle her, to massage her body with lotion or sunscreen…

 

"Mmmm… fuck Mom… you feel so good… been… fuck been wanting this for a while."

 

"Mmm… I know honey.   Mamá is gonna give you everything you want! I'm going to ride you hard… until you're ready to cum deep inside Mama's pussy. And this pussy? This body? All yours baby boy…"

 

His cock jumped and he could feel his balls pulse and clench as he fucking wanted that. Wanted to fill her up, to fulfill that primal male need to fill up his mate. To breed her.  He began to thrust his hips up hard, meeting Rebecca with every downward bounce, the slapping of his balls against her massive ass resounding through the room with a lewd and delicious sound. 

 

"Oh fuck yes Mijo! Fuck me! Fuck your mama! Fuc-, Ahhhh~" His sister, playing her role as his mom, sank herself as deep as was possible on his shaft, shuddering as her own orgasm occured, sending her inner muscles into a rhythmic spasm, gripping him even tighter. Meanwhile, his balls clenched even harder… spewing his thick massive load as deep as was conceivable.

 

"Oh fuck yes! Take it mamá! Take it all!"

 

He grunted, gripping his mother's hips as tightly as possible, spewing rope after thick sticky rope of cum deep into her. The sheer amount beggaring belief. Moment passed as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high, as did Becca…. And he finally opened his eyes. 

 

There was his sister, naked as a jaybird and mounted on his cock, her large heavy tits perky and perfect, her eyes pulsing a deep pink as the heart shape got more defined in them.

 

"...Hey." She said shyly as a blush started to darken her cheeks and a little on her chest. He also felt… embarrassed.  He had no idea he'd been so… obvious. 

 

"... So… you know huh?"

 

"That you have a crush on Mama Gloria? Yeah.  I've known for a while."

 

He groaned and covered his face in embarrassment. Goddammit.  Now what was he supposed to do?

 

"It's ok baby.  It's ok.  Anybody who had Gloria for a mother would have these thoughts. God knows I do."

 

He rolled his eyes before stroking her thighs up and down idly.

 

"You're also not her blood child."

"No… but I pretend I am regularly.  Little brother, Its not just a kink thing for me when I call you brother when we fuck.  You two? You are my family. The only family that matters." Rebecca admitted, sitting back slightly on his thighs, squeezing down lightly on his shaft and making the both of them moan slightly in pleasure. 

 

".... So what should I do Becca? She's…. Well.  She's my mom.  And I don't… I don't want her to hate me."

 

Rebecca paused for a moment, before snickering, and then full on belly laughing, leaving David looking rather nonplussed.

 

"David, your mother is the most obsessive person I've ever met, and it's all focused on you and your happiness.  If you asked her to kill someone, she'd do it in a heartbeat. She's constantly making sure that I'm taking care of your needs and desires, worrying over whether she's given you enough money for everything you want, and a lot lot more. If you asked her to bend over so that you could fuck her, she'd probably do it in a heart beat."

 

He blinked.

 

And blinked.

 

"... Seriously?"

 

Rebecca laughed in disbelieving delight as her hands stroked up and down his powerful torso. 

 

"You never noticed? Davey… that woman doesn't do that for anyone but you. Looking at anyone else, we don't even register as human to her.  I think she looks at me maybe as like… a pet or something, but she definitely doesn't look at me like a person.  And before you get all worried, I've already said that it's fine. She treats me well. Better than my birth parents ever did." 

 

David frowned but accepted her words, letting his hands move to caress her slightly swollen belly, moving up to grope her large breasts. They were actually getting close to being bigger than his hands.  They could still be bigger though….

"So… you really think if I wanted to sleep with mamá I'd just need to ask her?" Something about that… it didn't feel right.  Didn't feel…deep enough. 

 

"...I don't… just want to fuck mom though.  I want… I want her to…"

 

Rebecca blinked and her face broke into a slow playful smile. 

 

"Oh…. You want to seduce Mama Gloria! You want her to fuck you because she wants you, not just because you asked for it.  I got ya. Well… maybe we could talk about how to pull that off?"

 

David frowned as he felt her tone take a more… tentative lilt to it at the end. 

 

"What's wrong Becca?"

 

She hesitated, before leaning forward so as to wrap herself around him, her breasts flattened against his muscular chest.

 

"Just… don't forget me when you get mamá… ok little brother?" His eyes narrowed and he lifted her off of his chest, to look her in the eyes, one of his hands cupping her cheek gently. 

 

"Not gonna happen Big Sis…. You're mine ."

 

And he never let go of what was his. 

 

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Gloria Martinez was a very old hand at blood, murder, and mayhem. She'd been doing it for a very very long time,  and never once had she experienced the sensation she was feeling at this point…

 

Boredom . 

 

The job was simple and bloody.  Some dumbass researcher decided to flip sides to Militech, but not before grabbing a whole bunch of data that was usable to give Militech the edge in their ever present war with Arasaka. Go in, raise hell, kill the traitor, and leave. 

 

No need to get complicated.

 

But even as she was being delivered to the drop off point by Arasaka's custom AV, she found herself… looking at the job as a chore. She would much rather be at home with her son.  But when Arasaka called… she had to come.  Otherwise her life would come crashing down. 

"Smasher." Came the voice of a middle aged male wearing an Arasaka branded combat suit, eyes cold and sharp as Gloria was used to with individuals like this. 

 

"What do you want meat?" She asked, having to get used to the fact that she'd had to switch into her full combat form Dragoon instead of working in her Gemini. It had been a while… like putting on an old favorite…

 

But one that she almost felt she'd outgrown.

 

"Standard orders. HQ wants this traitor dealt with.  They also want to get this done as quickly as possible.  We might have connections with the Republic of Texas, but that doesn't mean we'll be able to operate with impunity. Hit the compound, locate the target, terminate, and move for Exfil. My team will be making sure there are no stragglers or escapees."

 

"I've been doing this longer than you've been alive, meat. Stay out of my way, and you won't end up as a stain on the wall." She growled out in her deep atonal tone, taking pleasure in her sensors picking up his increased heart rate and perspiration production.

 

Satisfied that he'd learned his lesson, she pressed a button on the AV, before dropping out of the still flying vehicle, 200 feet onto the ground. The weight of her frame caused a very small crater to appear.  Activating her inbuilt missile launchers, she observed the large metal and stone facility in the distance… and launched the missiles. 

They soared through the air, before reaching their destinations, bathing the darkness of night in bright yellows and reds and whites. 

Fuck she loved this missile launcher. It was one of her very favorite upgrades. Now… time to make use of her Sandevistan. Activating it quickly, the world seemed to slow down around her, and she launched herself forward into a perfect sprinting form, crossing the large space in a matter of seconds, dropping out of the time dilation just as she crossed the fiery wreckage where a bunch of scattered security officers were raising their weapons.

 

"HALT! STAND DOWN OR BE DESTROYED!" Came the cracking voice of an extremely startled security officer. She chuckled darkly, and hefted her Tsunami Arms Helix up in a firing position, and let loose on full auto, turning an entire team of security officers into so much minced pulp. Reloading, she located the nearest entrance to the facility at large, and began her long slog, destroying everything in her path. It became very very clear that nothing in this facility could begin to step to her. 

 

Which was to be expected… but it didn't help the feeling of boredom that was growing again. The spray of arterial blood, the crunch of bones and cartilage as she crushed skulls and legs…

 

None of it really aroused her interest anymore. Not beyond a base level anyway.  At least at Trauma Team, she'd been able to remind herself that the jobs she did made her money, which allowed her to spoil her baby boy.  But all this money that she made? She'd never be able to access it as Gloria Martinez. It would be picked up by Arasaka Internal Affairs in an instant. And she didn't want him influenced by their bullshit.  

 

And they could say everything they wanted, Saburo, the wrinkled old mummy could say that Arasaka would have no plans for her son…

 

And she'd know that they were lying.  And they couldn't fucking have him! He was hers!!!

 

That burst of rage made her move even quicker, slamming guards helmets into the walls, crushing them into a bloody pulp. She breathed heavily, though there was no need with the Oxygen intake units over her carapace. She wanted this shit over and done with.  She and David were supposed to watch Bushido 4 when she'd gotten this call, ruining her plans, and making it so that she had to come to this shit hole. 

 

Eventually however, things began to wind down, with less and less defenders being left. What little remained barely even  chipped away at her armor, much less any actual important parts. Delving deeper into the facility, she eventually found the research labs.  The occasional grenade, and full automatic burst from her Helix put paid to any attempt to resist or save important information. But that wasn't her main goal.  No… her main goal was her.

 

Alexandria Finnegan, UK born, immigrated to the NUSA 10 years ago. Moved to NC, and signed up with Arasaka, quickly rising through the ranks of the research division. Something ended up pissing her off, and had her fleeing NC With a bunch of Arasaka secrets in tow. 

 

"Oh fuck… oh fuck, Smasher. " The Meat whimpered as she attempted to make herself smaller, and less of a target. 

 

Heh… at least she knew what she was dealing with. 

 

"No,no wait! Wait! Please don't! I've got a little girl waiting fo-"

 

Gloria didn't even hesitate. Pulling the trigger, the burst of auto fire turned Alexandria Finnegan into a pile of twitching bloody pulp. Whistling a little jaunty tune, she turned around and casually walked back through the facility, using her pop up arm cannon to fire at random targets attempting to race away. 

 

Stepping out into the night air, the light of the fire consuming the facility illuminated the darkness as she sent a message to the pickup team.

 

Smasher: Target eviscerated into pulp.  I'm heading back.  And you'd best make it back to NC on the double.

She was already done with this gig, and the four hundred thousand eurodollars dropped into her account didn't make up for the fact that she was missing quality David time. 

Hold on baby boy. Mama's coming home.

Notes:

....6 months. Fuck me man. It's been too long. Sorry all.

I'll try to post more regularly.

Chapter 7: Chapter 6- Making Memories

Summary:

Oops, All Gloria POV

It had been almost 9 months since her precious boy had turned 15 and the Girl had proved her worth by getting him an excellent birthday present, as well as becoming his personal cum dump. David kept correcting her, telling her that the Girl was his girlfriend… but to this day, Gloria couldn't really see anyone being worthy of him romantically. But her boy seemed happy, and the Girl was easily biddable, doing everything in her power to keep David safe and satisfied, so she supposed it was alright. Gloria had even given the Girl a line of credit to pull up on for further cybernetic enhancements to better suit her boy. The little slut had already taken advantage, having gotten tits the size of her head which seemed to get her boy going regularly.

The amount of times she'd seen her boy's bare ass and cock this past year had even outdone the amount of times when he was still an infant needing changes. Hah! He was certainly a virile one. It was a good thing that she'd gotten him to get the contraceptive implant once he turned fourteen, otherwise he probably would have knocked up half the whores in Lizzy's.

Was she bothered by it? Not in the slightest. She wasn't one for any of that outdated sexist bullshit… but David was her baby boy. The man of the house. If he wanted to fuck the Girl on the dining room table, while they had breakfast? He could.

And he was.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yes daddy!!!!" The Girl groaned in pleasure from David's powerful frame fucking her, as Gloria completed the finishing touches on the pancakes she was making for breakfast. At her precious boy's insistence, she'd made breakfast for all three of them and made their meals identical instead of paying special attention to David's and just serving edible food to the Girl.

"Fuck… gonna fucking cum in you Bex!" David grunted, his voice molten and dark in tone, and a shudder of pride went through Gloria's body as she smugly listened to the Girl fall apart as her big strong son fucked her within an inch of her life. While Gloria herself had not had much sexual experience for fun, she'd been witness to a lot of men who thought they were hot shit… and were actually just garbage. But David? After less than a year of regular activity, she was more than satisfied with his progress in making sure that the meat would come crawling back for more.

"Hurry up and fill the little puta up mijo. Breakfast is ready." She said in a teasing manner, as she put the food for all of them on plates as David finished pumping away into his cum bucket.

"Ugh! Fuck Yes!!!" Her boy moaned in pleasure as he slammed his thick meat deep inside the Girl's pocket cunt, and began letting loose all of his thick virile seed inside her. She'd been adamant the moment that the Girl had joined the household, that she would need to be implanted with a contraceptive implant. She was already being stretched to the limit of her patience and acceptance. There was no way she was going to finance some street hoe's kid after all. But there was a bit of a thrill to the concept after all… Seeing the proof of her son's dominance and masculinity as these bitches bellies swelled… ah… it was almost erotic.

Chuckling, she placed the plates down upon the table, pressing a kiss to David's forehead.

"Alright David, pull out of her, and have some breakfast. Girl! You'd best clean up any of my boy’s cum that falls out of you." She said, looking sharp at the blue tinged slut that had just milked her son to completion. But there was no defiance in her eyes, just a weak thumbs up as David pulled out and helped the Girl to her chair. Good. One of the few reasons Gloria was so tolerant of her was that there was little backchat.

The Girl weakly adjusted her thong and skirt that she'd been wearing for the barest hint of propriety as David pulled up his underwear and shorts, before moving towards Gloria and giving her a warm tight hug which she of course returned with great zeal. Her boy, sturdy and strong as he was, was more than capable of withstanding one of her bear hugs.

He moved his hands from her back to grip her hips, moving back just enough so he could look her in the face, his cute face broken into a grin.

"You're the best mamá. Thanks for breakfast." Her face broke into a soft smile as he complimented her, the hardness of his erection pressing against her thighs as he did. Hm. To be expected she supposed. Her boy was just too virile to be satisfied with a morning quickie. Though she supposed it wasn't all bad. Even though he'd started laying pipe with all the little sluts, he hadn't forgotten about his mama. Gloria had even gotten more hugs and cuddles as they watched movies and TV in general together. And now that he was finally entering the age that hardcore workouts were safe for him to begin, they'd begun to bond even more so by working out together.

As if prompted by her musing about their workouts, David decided to be a cheeky little monkey and give her ass a friendly slap that just had her rolling her eyes in amusement.

"Damn mom, walking around looking like a snack. You got a date or something?" Gloria shook her head as the both of them disengaged from one another, taking their places while the Girl had been waiting for them, not touching her food.

Gloria for her part was wearing a black sports bra that molded to her body like a coat of paint while barely managing to compress the size of her chest and a pair of booty shorts. They were comfortable, covered up what was required to avoid any whining from the pigs, and her boy seemed to appreciate it.

"You know damn well David that none of those pencil dick sacks of meat could handle all this." She said, gesturing at her muscular and curvaceous body. "But you're a sweet boy, sweet talking your mamá." She said, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, enjoying how his cheeks lit up slightly.

"So, it's a Saturday… and it's your day off mom. What are you gonna do today?" He asked her, taking a big bite of pancakes, that being the signal for the rest of them to start eating. The Girl ate hungrily but neatly, which more than anything to her corroborated that she'd grown up Corpo. Fucking fussy bastards always liked to show off their culture.

Gloria took a bite of bacon, sending the food down to her synthetic stomach that would break down her meal to almost nothing and provide minor amounts of energy and nutrients for her Gemini.

"Today… I'm wanting to take you on a job."

David's eyes widened and she couldn't help the wicked grin that crossed her face as her son realized that she was serious.

"Wh-what? You said I couldn't go on a job until I was 16! I mean, I'm not gonna question a good thing, but why?"

It was a fair question. She'd planned on keeping his hands clean until his 16th birthday… but she'd been keeping an eye on him and how he was handling the Academy. He was well educated by this point, but more and more they were starting to specialize into corporate shit that David just wasn't interested in.

He'd promised he'd stay in the academy until he had his degrees, but that didn't change the fact that he was miserable. So to make it up to him, she decided to introduce him to the Edgerunning lifestyle. See if that fit him any better. And if it didn't… well they'd expand. Maybe he'd like to get into that artsy fartsy bullshit. Music or shit. Maybe he'd want to try athletics. Whatever it was, once he was old enough and well trained, she'd be finally ready to connect Gloria Smasher to Gloria Martinez, and support her son however he wanted. Now, her boy was amazing… but the fact of the matter was that the only chrome he had was his neuroports and chipslots. And for any major serious merc gigs, he'd need… he'd need serious chrome. But really, what piece of chrome would be worthy of her boy?

Which is why she'd asked around for a specific mix of conditions. A low level gig that would at the most, deal with 4-6 initiate level gang members. Something… moral enough that it wouldn't make her boy feel bad about spilling blood. More than how most people seemed to feel anyway. Her son was like her in a lot of ways, but the one thing that he had always had that she just didn't was a sense of empathy that extended past his only blood relation.

The first time Gloria had killed someone, it had been one of her father's enemies in Mexico, who had thought that a little girl wouldn't be able to put up any kind of fight. She'd proven him wrong with a steak knife to the groin, severing the artery in multiple places. She'd then gone back to playing with her toys as his corpse stunk up her room until her father's men had burst into her room looking for her.

But David… David had cried when the deer had died in that Disney movie when he was 5. Had nightmares occasionally of her disappearing when he was a little older. He had… a moral code that she just didn't. This was… well it was mostly a detriment as an Edgerunner. Picky runners went hungry. But if she could set him up for success and got him to build his skills, he could have his pick of jobs.

"Well, you've been doing really good in school lately, and since you've been so well controlled with the meat bleating in your ears, I wanted to introduce you to the Edgerunning biz. I did some work like that before I became a Trauma Team member. I figured that if Corpo bullshit isn't your deal, we'll see if the streets are more your style. But before we get started…who are the biggest players in NC, fixer-wise?"

David snapped to attention, back straight and his eyes sharp. Ah… that was her boy.

"Regina Jones. Chinese heritage, focuses on her work in Watson. Former media. Tends to operate more ethically than most.

Dino Dinovic, City Center. Eastern European descent, rockerboy, doesn't care about ethics or morality. Only cares about who has the money.

Sebastian Ibarra, known as Padre. Heywood, Hispanic, connections to the Valentinos. Operates mostly ethically, but cold blooded enough when he wants to be. Has enough ties to the Valentinos to tilt the scales for them when it's in his interest."

David continued his analysis quickly, the Girl watching him with admiration and amusement, and Gloria noted, not a small amount of lust. Good.

"Moving on into Santo Domingo, we have El Capitan, Muamar Reyes. Hispanic descent, with former corporate ties. Ethical but ruthless.

In Watson, we have Wakako Okada, The Lady of Westbrook. Japanese in origin, married to multiple men who had been high in leadership of the Tyger Claws. Wakako doesn't care about ethics. Only profit and what assists her own goals.

Out in the Badlands it changes occasionally, but right now the fixer with the closest ties to the Nomad clans right now is Dakota Smith. Native American. Ethical, but with a very clear bias towards nomads and Aldecaldo allies.

Mr. Hands. European descent. Very big time fixer that operates almost entirely in Dogtown, and somewhat in Pacifica. Wealthy. Connected. Exceedingly dangerous, and is a consummate professional. Ethics have no purpose for him in business.

Pacifica proper, Dexter DeShawn. Big man, African American descent, with a gold-plated cyberarm. Puts on a genial facade, but deeper digging shows him to be a bit of a cock to be honest. Unethical but extremely well connected. Ties to the Voodoo Boys currently, though rumor is that he's pissing them off.

Finally, we have Rogue Amendiares. Caucasian, American, and the single most influential fixer of the Entirety of NC. The Queen of the Afterlife has the widest and deepest reach of all of Night City, only rivaled in Dogtown by Mr. Hands himself. She maintains a neutrality in regards to her ethics, but deeper digging shows that she has a soft spot for the little guy, trying to manage crime and violence, as well as give the working people a leg up when she can. She works primarily towards maintaining a balance in the city. She also used to date Jenni Silverhand, and was part of the attacks on Arasaka Tower back in 2013 and 2023."

Hah… that was her boy. He was fucking quick on the draw, only pertinent information.

"Good. Now, I don't want you to get your hopes up. We're not getting you a gig from any of them. In fact, we're not gonna go to a fixer at all." She said with a grin as a cute expression of confusion and then more narrowed consideration crossed his face. He might be the smartest kid she'd ever met, but experience will always give that little bit of edge. Once he got that experience though… no one on the planet could stop him.

"So… how do you know them mom?" He asked her, finishing his breakfast as the Girl started going around the table, picking up the plates and running them through the dishwasher.

"I have a few connections that keep me in the know about things I want to know… so when I get in contact they always have options for me. Never underestimate the power of a proper information gathering team sweetheart. Now… the meat we're going to be meeting is a bitch called Penni. Not a fixer, more of a Netrunner. I'm not going to tell you the job, and I'm not going to negotiate for you. You understand why?"

David nodded as he stood up, moving to kiss the top of the Girl's head as Gloria stood up from her seat.

"You want me to make my own mistakes, then give me instruction on how to do better." And that was what was going to make her boy the greatest when the rest of the world fucking broke. He was confident, but he wasn't arrogant when he had a learning opportunity. She'd seen too many arrogant punks fall to pieces when they'd been tested a little too roughly.

"Good boy. Girl. We're going to be gone all day. Order dinner at 11pm."

"Yes Ma'am. Anywhere specific?"

"I'm feeling synth-steak and potatoes. David?"

"Sounds good Mamá. I'll see you later Becca." Her boy said with a tone of deep affection that Gloria had long since learned to accept was not only directed towards her. She wasn't happy about that, but her boy deserved romance if that's what he wanted. Plus the Girl was a good guard with all the combat chrome that Gloria had provided over the years.

"Alright mijo… get geared up. I'll be doing the same." Heading into her own room, she quickly stripped down to her underwear. A simple black thong to go with the black sports bra went with basically anything. Today, she decided to rock a street punk look. Ripped crop top that showed off the Gemini's abdominals, and leather pants that clung to every single curve that she had. Holstering her Hellbringer to her hip, she put her long red hair into a low ponytail, and finished the ensemble with some ass kicking combat boots.

As for her boy, he was geared up appropriately as she stepped out into the main room. He was wearing his leather jacket with the lightweight armor platings, the anti piercing and slashing jeans and t-shirt, and the combat gloves she had custom made for him.

Expensive? Certainly. The best protection her baby boy could have outside of a set of Heavy ArmorJack? Abso-fucking-lutely. Nowhere near as much as she wished he was rocking?

Unfortunately so.

"Well now mijo… You look like you're ready for your first gig… goddamn I'm proud of you."

She murmured softly as she cupped the back of his head, and had him bow it gently so that she could kiss his forehead.

"You ready to head out now?"

"Hell yeah. What car are we taking? Can it be the Turbo?"

Heh… her boy always did love that goddamn car. Silverhand might have been a raging cunt, but she had good taste when it came to iron, cars, and booze. It was almost a shame that Gloria had had to splatter her all over the tower when she'd lost her shit over her Netrunner bitch. David would lose his mind to know that his favorite car was owned by his favorite Rockergal.

"We can if you want. Anything for my boy."

He gave her that wide affectionate smile that had warmed her cold borg heart all those years ago, and took her hand, tugging her down into the garage elevator and tapping the button for the floor.

She'd become far more…. Efficient in her collection of vehicles here. Weeding out the wheat from the chaff, getting her favorites (and his) and either selling off the rest or storing them back under her Smasher accounts. Now, she had a small collection. The Turbo for when she was feeling petty or David wanted to cruise around, the Merrimac for everyday shopping, the Arch for when she just felt like biking around the city or needed to get somewhere especially fast, and the Villeforte Alvarado for when she wanted to feel classy.

Her boy's piece of shit car was also there off in the corner and she still grumbled when she thought of him driving that piece of shit. But he'd been adamant about not wanting to waste her money on his first car when he was probably going to bust it up. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that all his driving simulations and arcade experiences agreed with his own evaluation she probably would have gotten him a nice car anyway.

He deserved the best after all.

But she was also really proud of the fact that even with all the luxuries he had given to him, he didn't want to take advantage of anything. He didn't get lazy like she'd seen so many other privileged putas get. No… he worked hard, absolutely destroyed the other meat in his class in academics and worked hard for his physique. She almost felt bad about the fact that she couldn't push herself like her boy did. Her Gemini had specific tolerances, and going beyond them wouldn't do anything.

As Gloria and David stepped out into the parking garage, she considered the sentiment she'd just experienced as she slid into the driver's side of the Turbo.

…She actually sort of missed being meat. Not because she wanted to deal with the frailties of all that shit, but because she wished that she could experience pressing her limits through willpower and hard work with her son instead of just a materials upgrade.

"Alright mom… anything you can tell me? Any advice?" It was so cute how her boy was practically vibrating in the passenger seat, he was so excited to have a proper gig.

"Well, she lives in Santo… and she's your type. So don't get distracted by her body, or you'll end up getting run around by the dick."

David rolled his eyes as She sped out of the garage, weaving in and out of traffic making their way deeper into Santo to the location that the bitch would be.

"Mom, that doesn't say a lot. I'm into a lot of types."

"She's built more like the Girl. Just taller."

That piqued his interest, but a burst of pride went through her as he visibly schooled his micro expressions. She'd save the true pride for if he managed to keep from salivating at the sight of the little Bitch.

"Huh… alright then. So… how's work going mom? I hear they made you Squad Leader?"

She groaned and closed her eyes, her Gemini's sensors allowing her to weave in and out of traffic just as easily as if her optics were open and engaged.

"Ugh… don't remind me mijo. I told them I don't want any of those stupid responsibilities. I rock up, kill shit, and go home. That's all I fucking want. But nooooo. Apparently I have seniority. Least the fucking pay is better. And I managed to negotiate better working hours since I'm only going to be working on top priority jobs. Means I get to spend more time with my boy." She said, finally opening her eyes, reaching over to grip his head gently and pull him over for a kiss on the temple.

"... Why did you never try to get me to look at Trauma Team as an option instead of Edgerunning mamá?" David asked her after he reveled in her affections for a moment, making her consider the prospect. It would work, that was for sure. She had a fair amount of pull, and nepotism was simply the way of the world. But…

"Because you're not ready for it David. A lot of Trauma Team prospects come from former soldiers, mercenaries, and high tier Edgerunners, and right now… you ain't it. You got the potential, but if you want to be at that level? The level of the legends you're always idolizing? Boa Boa, Silverhand, Smasher?" Oh how it warmed her entire body that her boy thought her true identity was fucking badass. "If you ever want to reach those levels, you gotta start at the bottom… or you'll end up zeroed, and if that were to happen, I'd have to kill the world."

There was no exaggeration or humor in her words. If for whatever reason this shitheel of a world took her son long before his time (and she was still planning to look into life extension and possibly immortality tech, David would live forever if she had anything to say about it), then she would systematically begin the process of planning the destruction of the entire world.

David just looked at her fondly and with a look of love that made her melt he reached over and squeezed at her thigh.

"I love you mamá."

"Love you too mijo. Now, get your head in gear and be ready. Remember… outside of me being there to help if you get into trouble, you're on your own."

David nodded seriously, pulling out the Hellbringer that he'd taken from that asswipe at Lizzy's, checking it over before holstering it and checking his Overture. Her boy had a penchant for pistols it seemed, and she couldn't help but feel warm with the fact that he was emulating her so closely with the Hellbringer. And the fact that he'd proven to her at the range that he was able to use the damn thing?

Gloria was a proponent of meat being inferior to metal. But when it came to her boy… she was… savagely proud of the fact that he was proving he needed nothing more than his own organic body with a few tweaks to be a danger on the streets.

She smirked as she remembered just how ragged and sated the Girl was earlier.

He was already dangerous in the sheets.

But even NC traffic didn't last forever, and eventually Gloria pulled into what appeared to be an abandoned building off of the main street in the Arroyo sub-district.

"Here we are kid… from here on out… it's just you. Everything is on you. Alright?" She was excited. She'd always wanted to see what her boy could do in a fight…and this was the best way to test things.

Her boy nodded seriously and leaned over to hug her, and she inhaled deep of his scent, feeling herself relax as she placed a kiss on his temple.

“...thanks Mamá. Let's go.”

And just like that, her son seemed to…shift. He was no longer just the sweet boy she'd raised for so long. He had a spine of steel and eyes that burnt like molten metal. He might not be chrome…but he was certainly superior.

Exiting the vehicle, she followed her boy into the building, going through multiple levels of security, until finally they arrived in the runner’s sanctum.

She hadn't been joking when she'd warned her boy that Penni was the same kind of meaty that he seemed to really enjoy in women. The runner was tatted all over, with old pre-Datakrash tattoos of aliens and flying saucers. The thighs were plush and meaty, along with a bit of chub on her belly, likely due to a lack of movement or a choice of aesthetic. And the Netrunner’s ass and tits were ridiculously large for her size. All in all, she fit David's arousal profile for fertility goddess types. And he never even blinked. She was so proud.

Now… admittedly, she really didn't pay too much attention to the job, merely her boy's attempts at information gathering and contract negotiation.

“So what's the job, Ma'am?” David asked curiously.

“Hahahaha! Well, aren't you all serious and shit?” Oh right. Another little odd factoid about the shortstack of a Netrunner was that she had sharp teeth, that probably caused or at least contributed to the fact that she had a lisp. Penni had a habit of keeping a bare toothed grin at all times as she sauntered around her inner sanctum, wiggling her hips back and forth like the whore that Gloria knew she would be.

She had to push down the urge to put the little bitch in the ground for trying to seduce her son so quickly…but it was up to him to determine how to make use of everything presented to him.

“First job, Ms. Penni. I'm just trying to be thorough ma'am.”

Gloria watched silently from the side, while internally she winced.

Oof… bad idea baby. Never reveal a weakness. They know that you're inexperienced, they'll take advantage.

Luckily for David, that seemed to resonate with the girl, and she got a serious look on her face.

“Alright…then your first job is gonna be… interesting. I work with the Mox on a lot of stuff. I test programs, help set up security, heck, I sometimes do a performance. But I'm not a full Mox member. That doesn't mean I don't have a bunch of friends I like to look out for. “

Huh…seemed the shortstack slut was capable of being serious as she brought up multiple screens that showed the issue.

“3 days ago, a bunch of my girlfriends stopped messaging me. Now, that's not exactly uncommon. Life comes up right? But when it was so many of them, and they haven't said a word? Now that makes the ol’ Penni noggin start working overtime. Turns out a team of Tygers went AWOL, ignored the fact that Mox and Tygers are to be nonaggressive and avoid one another. They're looking to make my friends into the first wave of their own brothel, and I won't have it. Now, Susie Q says she won't assault a Tyger base until she gets into talks with one of the higher-ups. Me? That's not my problem. So what do you think…wanna pull a Tyger’s tail?”

She'd punctuated the statement by leaning forward, letting her massive tits get squished together by her arms. Gloria was proud of the fact that her son didn't even flinch. Not so much as an errant swallow of his throat.

“What's the pay?”

“5000. It's not a lot I know, but it's what I have readily available, and I know a lot of people…they could help your name get out there more. I know it sounds like I'm trying to pay you with ‘Exposure’…but I'm just kind of at my wit’s end here. If you really think it's not enough, we can negotiate further, after my friends are safe. Ok?” Penni pulled back then, seeing that the playful sexuality wasn't doing anything for her at the moment.

“And how many of your friends are being held captive?”

“Six. I have the location, and the amount of gonks trying to start their own brothel. I need you to kill them. Can't let them think they can try this again later.”

David took a deep breath, and she could see his worry, his anxiety for just a second before he looked like the very model of professionalism.

“Yes ma'am. Send me the location, and we'll renegotiate after I've completed the job.”

The diminutive woman crumpled in relief as her usual bright and eager expression showed the real wear and stress on her at the moment.

“Thanks Davey. You're a good kid. Hehehehe. You keep up the good work and I might even have a surprise for you~” the exhaustion was suddenly gone, and little miss fat assed Slut-O-Rama was back in business.

“Thanks for bringing him to me Gloria! God knows I couldn't afford you!”

Fucking right she couldn't. She'd have charged a minimum of 80k for this bullshit. She was a professional and that meant that she got paid professional money.

“Hmm. We'll be back.” She said simply, no longer caring as to what occurred in the warehouse. David had already begun to leave, and was looking over the data on the phone he still used.

“Okay… it's on the outskirts of Japantown. Where it connects to Watson Industrial district. Mostly Maelstrom operates up there so…” he murmured softly, that big brain of his working rapidly. God she loved her son. Proving to all those stupid corpo brats that no matter what brilliant chrome they chip in, they were held back by pathetic Meat.

“Mom? Let's get going. If they've been missing for a few days, it's not likely they're unscathed, and if they're hurt…probably a good idea to make sure that they get help as soon as possible.”

She'd be more concerned with getting paid adequately and fast, but she couldn't fault him for seeming to be more concerned with the possible victims than the money. Her David had a soft heart…and rather than disgusting her it endeared her to him even more…even if she felt those that he was soft for didn't deserve it.

“You got it mijo.”

They quickly got back in the car, and she put the pedal to the medal, getting them on their way. She half expected him to ask for her opinion on how he handled the negotiations…but to her pride and delight, he was checking his weapons, his armor, and seemed focused entirely on the upcoming task. A flicker of something built in her belly for a moment before melding into that warm maternal affection she only had for him.

It was only when they arrived on location to a series of busted up businesses and a warehouse that she finally said something.

“Keep your wits about you David. I know you can do this… so prove me right. I love you mijo.”

“I love you too, mamá.” He whispered softly, his body tense for just a moment before he breathed in deeply.

“Time to sack up.” He grunted and got out of the car, Gloria following from a distance. If David was ever about to get shot somewhere the armor couldn't protect, she would move…but for now she needed to trust that her boy could do this. She felt like some ancient predatory animal, overseeing her offspring’s first hunt in a way…

And what a first hunt. Her boy didn't bother to try and open a line of dialogue. He found one of the fools smoking out near one of the entrances and with a practiced motion, stabbed his knife into the base of the skull, severing the spine. Just like she'd taught him.

He'd also proven that he was able to focus entirely on his job, dealing with his first kill fairly well. She stepped over the corpse of the Tyger and swiftly shadowed him as he entered into a brief but brutal firefight with a nearby ganger. The ganger might have had some speedware, but David's reactions were frighteningly quick…and he was still not at his full potential. She could tell.

In fact, as the time went by, she wondered if perhaps she'd given him too much of a soft pitch with this job. In less than three minutes, the building was cleared of Tygers, only leaving a number of Mox whores in a locked room, a number of them bleeding or nursing broken arms.

She bristled as she watched him gently soothe them and offer kind words and touches to those who were receptive. Fucking whores…they don't deserve to be touched by her boy. Only she did.

But regardless, just as quickly as the job had started, it was over.

David called the shortstack whore to let her know that the job was done, and Penni seemed shocked but delighted. As Gloria was plugged into his communications, she was able to easily see how things worked out.

Penni: Damn… you really got the job done that quick? And…yep. My friends are getting in contact with me now. You did a good job David! Now… I'm gonna send you the five thousand now… there we go. Now… negotiations. What more do you want from me?

David: Do you consider yourself a good Netrunner?

Penni: Oh absolutely!! I'm no Spider Murphy, but I get the job done, and I get it done well. Why, you got a need for a Chairjock?

David: Not currently… but it's always good to develop contacts. That's what I want. I want you as a contact.

Penni: Aww… and here I was hoping you'd want me for my body~ gahahaha! Sure David. You can call on me anytime cutie. Oh… and for a little bonus for doing such a clean job…

Penni: PENNITITTIES/image

Oh that little fucking WHORE. She'd sent Gloria's son a picture of her showing off her fat tits cleavage.

David: I… uh…

Penni: GAHAHAHAHAHA. Enjoy them Davey! Maybe one day you'll do more than look~

And with that the call dropped, leaving David mildly flustered.

“You're not usually so caught off guard David.” She chastised lightly. His cheeks reddened a little bit as he explained, leaving the building and the girls to get picked up by a Mox van.

“I’m used to it from the Mox girls…I just wasn't expecting it out of people not them.” Getting into the Turbo, she waited for him to say something as they drove only to find that he was…silent. Quiet.

“...David? Are you okay?” She asked, suddenly worried that he'd taken a bullet that he was only now feeling as the adrenaline wore off. Her cardiac pump was beating harder due to psychosomatic stress when she heard shuddering sniffs beginning to come from the passenger seat. Ignoring the honking of a car on the road, she pulled over into a parking lot, and looked over at her boy.

“David… David honey are you okay?” Her voice was soft and gentle. Gentler than she'd ever once thought she was capable of being.

“I…I'm sorry Mama…I just…fuck!” He lashed out with a fist to the side of the door, making her concern rise even further.

“Baby, you don't need to apologize to me, you just need to let me know what's wrong, okay?” She said gently, reaching out and gripping both of his hands, rubbing the back of them with her thumbs.

That seemed to get through to him, and through choppy, almost hysterical breaths he began to speak.

“I just…I just killed people, mama. I ended lives. People who might not have been good people, but they had thoughts and lives and probably people who cared and-” David was working himself into a panic attack, and she did the only thing she could think to do. She buried his head into her breasts, having him press an ear over her cardiac pump. It seemed to work, as his arms went to wrap around her middle, and she whispered soothing affirmations in his ear as she pet his hair and that silly little Mohawk of his.

“Oh sweetie…” This was one of the reasons that she occasionally felt that she…wasn't good enough to be his mother. He had empathy and emotions for the meat that she just didn't have. So when he struggled with something that wouldn't even begin to register as a problem to her… it made her feel inadequate. Like she was failing him.

But Gloria Martinez didn't back down from anything. She might not feel it…but she could help… a little.

“Sweetheart, what would have happened if you'd let them live?”

“...They probably would have tried it again.” He mumbled into her breasts, and she pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

“And those sacks of- and those girls probably would have been wishing for death in time. You like the Mox baby, and I know that you would be upset if some of the slu- girls you spend time with were upset because of what happened to their friends. Those gonks made their choice. Some gonks you might be able to let live to make smarter choices in the future, but the majority? The majority of gonks like that are stupid and will do the same shit all over again. Just more brutal.”

He swallowed and nodded into her chest but she pressed further, using an emotional trigger she knew would help.

“...if it helps David…imagine that they were planning on doing that shit to me and the Girl next.”

That got a reaction, and he pulled his head back, his eyes dark and murderous.

“I would never let them do anything to you or Becca mom. You're mine.”

Oh…oh she liked that… that fury and rage and possessiveness.

“That's right baby. We're yours… and killing gonks like that? That keeps us out of their clutches. So don't cry… don't weep for those who want to take what's yours. Be proud of the fact that you're protecting your family… and the Girl.”

“Mooom… Becca's my sister and my girlfriend! She's family too!”

Blech.

“Oh alright honey. Now, where do we want to go until dinner tonight?”

She sure as hell wasn't going to take them back home just yet. She wanted as much solo David time as possible.

And as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and neck, she felt another flutter of something go through her belly.

She wondered if she could get him to be all possessive over her again…

Notes:

been a while. But I hope seeing this makes it clear that I'll never give up on my works.

Enjoy!

Notes:

Welp, I'll be tinkering with this when I'm taking breaks for Built Different.

Any comments complaining about the premise or insulting me will be removed.

As always! Happy to hear peoples thoughts.