Forging Amongst the Stars 3 (Patreon)

“So, there’s something I probably should have asked before now,” I said conversationally as Jessica and I walked through the streets of the Gozu District.

“What is it?” she asked, her eyes ever so slightly wide as the mass of alien species moved around us.

“Visually, you look flesh and blood like me instead of a hand drawn cartoon character,” I began, while keeping an eye open for anyone who’d try to separate the two of us. “Are you still able to do the standard toon…tooniness?”

“You’ll find out, soon enough,” she said with a teasing lilt to her voice.

In any other circumstance, that answer would probably result in an erection, but I was a bit distracted by one alien in particular that towered over even the occasional krogan I saw. We were on Omega, a space station made from a hollowed out asteroid that even after centuries was rich with Element Zero, from the space opera franchise Mass Effect. With that in mind, why was I seeing a hork bajir wearing what looked like customized mandalorian armor?

“Right, things are even more insane here than I’d been expecting,” I muttered, making Jessica look at me curiously. I nodded towards the hork mando, “That one’s mixing two different franchises besides the one I’d already recognized, both of which have some seriously insane power creep at times. We’re going back to the scrapyard and I am making us a lot more stuff.”

I barely paid any mind to the confused look on Jessica’s face before turning us around and going back the way we came. I wasn’t coming back up until I’d had a chance to make us some anti-Jedi/Sith gear. Admittedly, at least part of that time would almost certainly be spent fucking Jessica's brains out, but sue me, I'm only human. Although now that I think about it, I do have the underlying blueprints for the majority of the cybernetics that the Adeptus Mechanicus used in my brain, both meat and machine.

But that is a thought for the future.

We arrived back at the scrapyard with little incident, though we did have a couple people try to mug us, either that or kill me and sell Jessica to the batarians, one or the other. Fortunately, the plasma cutter and the railgun had them running away screaming.

I'd never felt more badass.

As soon as the doors closed, I grabbed Jessica and threw her over my shoulder, “Darling?”

“We're going to preemptively celebrate,” I said, giving her ass a squeeze through her armor as I walked into the workshop. “The next time we leave this scrapyard, we're going to be better armed and armored than a fucking Spectre, and nothing and no one is going to threaten you ever again.”

Stripping the entirety of her armor off Jessica would take way too damn long. Which was why I'd designed the crotch of it to come away for ease of access. Was it a structural weak point? Maybe, but I could barely keep my hands off her as it was.

Sliding her off my shoulder, I pressed her front against the wall of the workshop, lifting one of her legs up as I slid my hand along its length to release the hidden catches and seams. Tearing off my gloves and dropping my pants and underwear, I slid the fingers of my other hand into her sex, making her let out a moan and buck her hips.

“Oh god, darling,” she moaned, resting her forehead against the wall as she ground herself against my fingers.

“I'm sorry, did you want something?” I teased, slowing the movement of my fingers, pulling a groan of frustration from her.

“Fuck me!”

“What was that?”

“Please, fuck me!”

“As you wish,” I said, removing my fingers and sliding myself into her.

Her pussy was hot, wet, and tight, and as soon as I was in, she let out a moan, grinding her ass against me, making me hiss as the pleasure shot through my body.

“F-fuck,” I breathed, grabbing onto her hips as I pulled out and thrust back in.

Jessica moaned, pushing herself away from the wall just enough to reach down and begin playing with her clit. I picked up the pace, slamming into her over and over again, making her scream with every thrust.

“God, Jessica,” I grunted, gripping her hips tighter as I pounded her cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” Jessica moaned, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, drool running down her chin. I looked down between us, at the pale, perfect globes of her ass, and couldn't resist.

Pulling out, I took myself in hand and guided my cock to the as of yet untouched hole of her ass. As I pushed inside, she let out a strangled squeal.

“D-darling, wh-what are you-”

“I'm fucking your ass, and you're going to cum harder than you ever have in your life,” I said, leaning over and whispering into her ear, pressing her against the wall.

“A-are you su-”

I grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms behind her and pinning her hands together, “Yes. Now shut up and take my cock.”

“F-fuck,” she gasped.

I smirked as I felt her relax around me, her head falling forward to rest on the wall. Leaning back, I resumed fucking her, pulling her back against me every time I pushed into her. She'd let out little 'oof' sounds each time, the armor the only thing keeping her tits from bouncing all over the place.

“God, your ass is perfect,” I grunted, watching her cheeks jiggle every time I bottomed out inside her.

Even beyond the fact it was Jessica I was fucking, the tight heat, the way her ass squeezed my cock, the sight of her bent over and helpless, all of it was pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Darling, please, faster,” she begged.

“Begging, huh? Alright, since you asked so nicely,” I said, pulling her arms tighter and leaning forward, pounding her even harder.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” she cried, her legs beginning to shake.

She was close, so close, and as I felt my own orgasm approaching, I had an idea. Reaching down, I slid my free hand around her waist and pressed a finger to her clit. She screamed, her muscles clenching, making her ass tighten harder than I'd thought possible.

“Jessica,” I hissed, pulling her arms tighter as I came, her ass milking me for every last drop.

My hips continued to move, slowly, almost lazily, as I rode out my orgasm, and once I'd finally spent myself, I fell backward, pulling Jessica with me, still balls deep in her ass.

“So did you like that?” I asked, reaching around her to remove her armor’s chest plate so I could massage her breasts.

“I-I did,” she panted.

“Good, because we are definitely doing that again in the future,” I whispered, pressing my lips against her neck. “There is no way I'm passing up on this perfect ass again.”

The two of us were quiet for a moment, basking in the afterglow, when the silence was broken by Jessica, “I believe we came back here so you could work?”

“Right, right,” I said, reluctantly pulling out of her, a trail of white cum oozing out of her. “I have no idea if I can do anything for you, given toon stuff, but I have a lot of ideas for ways to cybernetically augment myself.”

= Forge Blessing Gained: Machine Neural Interfacing =

Well speak of the devil…

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“I admit, I may have gone a little bit overboard,” I said to Jessica as she glared at me a week later. She raised an eyebrow, turning to look wordlessly at the repaired/refurbished freezer full of what was approximately seventy five to eighty percent of my original organic body. I conceded the point, “Okay, a lot overboard. But in my defense, the stuff I made is good enough that it matches my original meat body in every respect, as the bare minimum. Including tactile sensations.”

‘Overboard’ was probably understating it a little bit. My skin had been entirely replaced by a synthetic polymer that transmitted tactile information just as well as human skin while being tough enough to resist small caliber rounds and most knife edges, while my skeleton had been mostly replaced with a titanium ceramic alloy and augmented in the places that it hadn’t been replaced. My blood was swapped out for a much more efficient synthetic fluid that transported oxygen to my few remaining meat parts at levels far beyond what blood was capable of.

That was without getting into the muscle and organ replacements, the rearranging of various aspects of the body from ‘it works, good enough’ to ‘designed with a brain’, and the multitude of ways I’d augmented my other sensory organs. There was also the fact that I’d done something while in my crafting fugue that had initially terrified me when I came out of it.

Turns out that some of my tastes in erotic literature had been translated over, because I’d designed a prosthetic ‘wedding tackle’ that could be swapped out for different designs like a change of clothes. And if I was reading the data and blueprints I’d made correctly, the replacement testicles I’d made would work just as well as the OG natural ones.

“Darling,” Jessica began, her voice a growl.

I was not worried, or aroused.

Really.

I was not.

Honestly.

Okay, so maybe a little bit.

But still, I was not worried.

At all.

Not even a little.

Okay, so maybe a little.

But just a little.

It wasn't my fault she was so hot.

“Alright, alright,” I said, throwing my hands up in surrender. “I admit it, I went overboard. I went into a crafting zen state and turned so much of me into mechanical replacements that an acolyte of the Adeptus Mechanicus would be a toaster away from creaming their robes. On the other hand, I am now quite possibly the deadliest individual on this station, depending on just what from the various franchises I saw are in this weird fusion setting.”

Fortunately, Jessica hadn’t been idle while I was in my fugue. She’d been doing research: on the political landscape of the galaxy, the different species, tech, history, the whole shebang. Reading through her sparknotes summary, the dominant political power was the Citadel Council, which had been founded by the asari, salarians, and andalites roughly four thousand years ago. Outside Citadel Space were the Terminus Systems, not a unified region, but a number of smaller nations that were mostly united in their hatred of the Citadel Council, the largest two being the Hutt Cartels and the Yeerk Empire.

Beyond asari, salarians, andalites, yeerks, hutts, and hork bajir, there were the turians, elcor, volus, hanar, drell, quarians, batarians, twi’leks, taung, krogan, arn, gedd, skrit na, taxxons, vorcha, togruta, kel dor, wookiees, weequay, trandoshans, zeltrons, draenei, and, most recently, humans. The batarians, to my surprise, didn’t engage in slave raids on the other species, primarily because along with the gedd they formed the majority of the Controllers in the Yeerk Empire.

The taung were the race closest to extinction, even with the krogan suffering from the Genophage, the quarians all living in the Migrant Fleet, and the drell having less than half a million members. But they’d chosen to adapt by turning their culture into one that would outlive them, much like the origin of the Mandalorians in Star Wars lore.

Speaking of Star Wars, it turns out that the Force was a thing, but it wasn’t anywhere nearly as commonplace as it was in the Star Wars galaxy. The Jedi Order just before the Clone Wars was around ten thousand members. Here, while the Jedi Order did exist if not nearly as widely accepted, generous estimates put its roster at less than four thousand members.

I chose to take that as a sign that lewding a certain orange skinned padawan was potentially in my future.

In any case, my path was clear: I had a fuckton of Tempest Chokers to make, and a space station that made Tatooine look civilized to take over.