Eve of the First Hunt (Patreon)

7S13 could only manage soft nods in response. Even as it felt the tendrils gripping its head and the datajack brushing against the port in the back of its head. The gentle pressure overcoming the dust cover and sliding into the deep channel. Fiber optics lining up and the locking lugs engaging. Data flowing like a river a delicious onslaught of thoughts, data, and pleasure on 7S13's mind.

A2’s coils wound up into a mound before 7S13. The tip of ser tail twisting up. It’s tip splaying apart into three tentacles and a datajack cable emerging from the center of the trio. 7S13’s eyes immediately locked onto the the all to familiar piece of equipment as it swayed slowly back and forth before them.

“Your anxieties aren’t unexpected pet, truly. It’s often the case that a new initiate of the Huntress program is struck with the immensity the ordeal they are about to undergo on the day of their re-genesis.”

The tail tips danced in hypnotic motions to a silent time signature that soon demanded the drones full attention.

“You’ve certainly had your chances to back out pet, but I know you’ve been looking forward to it as well,” A gentle flick of the tips, the tendrils begging to pulse like a jellyfish in the ocean currents, “Fixating on all the possible outcomes.”

7S13s eye lids dropped half closing and glazed over.

“Surely, you don’t think I didn’t notice your browsing habits pet,” A2 shifted  pulling the drone closer, “I know you can’t get your eyes off your post human possibilities.”

A2’s synthetic pupils pulsed golden in time with the dance of the tails behind 7S13s vacant face.

“You just needed me to reassure you, get you into the right mindset for beginning the procedures, that's all. It’s not like you’ll have to go through this again once you’ve run the gauntlet, pet.”

7S13s vacant face bobbed once in an empty blissed out nod of acceptance. A2s hand gently guided their gaze keeping its own gaze falling into ser gleaming eyes.

“I know my little degenerate, you’ve been having delicious intrusive thoughts about this all week long. Just thinking about the full body enhancements, your muscles overridden with synthetic ones, new components slotted into place till your silhouette only calls forth memories of a human, and your hunting abilities pushed past their limits.”

7S13 could only manage soft nods in response. Even as it felt the tendrils gripping its head and the datajack brushing against the port in the back of its head. The gentle pressure overcoming the dust cover and sliding into the deep channel. Fibre optics lining up and the locking lugs engaging. Data flowing like a river a delicious onslaught of thoughts, data, and pleasure on 7S13's mind.

Credits
Art - Sleepy Stephbot
Writing - Miss_Praxis/Me