FSE

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"Attention, attention, attention," the pleasantly feminine voice called over the onboard intercom. "We will be docking at Warmmoon Bay within the hour."

A multitude of shouts and joys arose from the crowded decks of the CausDek Corp Cruise Ship Pursuit, but Leach's voice was not one of them. Instead, the man grumbled as his wrist watch beeped. He gently swished his drink, downed its petty remnants, and then placed the empty mug on a service synth's tray before starting to make his way through the jubilant cruise goers. He winced at the false beer taste of his non-alcoholic beverage, wishing very much so that he could have the real thing, that he could enjoy himself, that he could actually partake in the pleasantries aboard the festive craft. But no - he was on the job, on guard, on watch, had been on the job ever since stepping foot within the cruise's confines. It was only now that he could accomplish his task.

His watch beeped again, this time twice in rapid succession. Leach's grimace deepened. He tapped its screen, wincing as static crackled in his ear.

"Leach," he said.

"Obviously," the voice on the other end said.

"Why are you calling me, Boyle?" Leach asked. "It's showtime and anyone could be listening right now..."

"I know, but I have more information you may be interested in. What you're looking for...it's anomalous."

"Anomalous?" Leach froze, nearly colliding with a couple of college-aged individuals who scarcely noticed him, their focus on their DigitalDek glasses. "What do you mean anomalous?"

"You know what I mean," Boyle hissed. "New intel suggests it may even be related to the Server Spire..."

"Then new intel suggests my price just went up," Leach murmured, resuming movement. Seeing a sign that said "Lower Deck Storage," he ducked into the stairwell and started making his way down.

"Our price. So yeah, be careful, but most of all, go get it! Our fungal friend is very keen on receiving what he asked for."

"Yeah, well there's no guarantee of that. Containment comes first."

"Of course, of course. I'm not asking you to backstab your division, but-"

"If I can be smooth, I'll be smooth," Leach muttered just as he hit the bottom of the stairwell. Ahead of him was a door that read "Crew Only." He placed his hand on the handle, pulled it down - and the door opened. He shrugged and stepped in, only to immediately duck behind a couple of crates. Two security personnel sat at a round table, but they were hardly doing their job. No, they were drinking and-

"Sounds good. Just remember what's in it for us," Boyle said. "Maybe you'll be actually able to afford a cruise of your own after-"

"Shut the fuck up," Leach whispered.

"Oh. On the job. I see." Boyle snorted. "Be careful, Leach. I'll be waiting. Mauve beach chair. I'm even going to save a beer for you. Good luck."

Leach winced as that static crackled in his ear again. Fucking Intel Division. Bunch of blabbermouths! But now, at least, he could hear the guards' conversation.

"Fuck," the short one said, pouring the last drops of a can into his mouth. "We're already out."

"Bummer." the taller one sighed. "Guess we just wait."

"Haha, who am I kidding? Let's go grab some beer, bro! Best job ever!" The taller one slapped the shorter guard on his back and then belched. "Come on, bro!"

"Shouldn't we...you know, guard the cargo?"

"Yeah." The taller one blinked, then looked sober. "You're right. We should."

Leach frowned, reaching in his boot for-

The two guards burst out laughing and then stood, heading for the door - right towards Leach. The man swore under his breath and repositioned just in time for them to walk right past him, giggling and snorting.

"The floaties will be ok for a few minutes," the taller guard said. "Let's go, bro!"

With that, the guards were gone. Leach raised an eyebrow and then shrugged before making his way past their table, stacked with empty beer bottles and cans, and into storage. As he moved past rows and rows of boxes, the agent wondered why he hadn't come here earlier. Of course, if he had acquired or destroyed what he was looking for prematurely, then someone might have had more time to notice that certain thing was missing. The guards weren't really what he was worried about. There was a good chance he wasn't the only corporate plant on this vessel, and he doubted they were from the same or even an allied division. Worse would be a rogue element...

...though in a way, Leach had to admit to himself that he was himself a rogue element, in a sense. A contract Containment agent having to disguise himself on a cruise ship in his own corporation in order to destroy or acquire corp property that shouldn't really be there in the first place? CausDek hadn't been the same ever since the Server Spire Outbreak.

The man turned the corner, a little annoyed at having walked past yet another row of boxes stuffed with CausDek Snack Packs. Come on, where was it? He looked forward as he swore that-

He paused, stiffening.

Ahead of him was a different row of shelves and...yes, this is what he was looking for. Placed upon each shelf were small thin black squares with a small shimmering circle in the middle. CausDek Chips, and not the kind that were found in Snack Packs. No, these were much lower in carbs and sodium and much, much higher in data. Or at least some of them were, he supposed. Those that shimmered with the most myriad of colors suggested the highest concentration of data, just the information needed. But which one...?

Right, anomalous. He raised up his left wrist and tapped his watch. It buzzed and he grimaced. Anomalous indeed. At least one of the data disks were. He slowly inched towards the shelves, a little sweat dripping down the back of his neck as the buzz slowly deepened. Closer, closer, until-

There it was! Right ahead of him on the lowermost shelf. He tapped his watch and the buzzing ceased. Afterwards, he stooped down and picked up the chip, the device fitting squarely in the palm of his hand. Its circle shimmered like a rainbow and for a few moments, he stared into those swirling colors, some of which he had never seen. The agent considered what to do with the device.

It was anomalous and thus dangerous. At the same time, it was anomalous and thus valuable. Who knew what information was kept in its confines? Boyle's friend would pay quite a pretty penny for it, Leach knew, but what would he use it for? What if he enabled something similar to the Server Spire Outbreak?

No, there was only one choice here. His clever little smartwatch could scramble the chip - not destroy it, but at least eradicate its anomalous nature, and any valuable data it had. But that was the choice he would have to make. He was going to make money on this venture either way, just slightly less money this way. Ok, a lot less money.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Leach brought the chip towards his watch, the wrist-worn device buzzing and beeping while the colors on the chip swirled...

Then something sparked from that colorful circle.

The man let out a yelp as an electric shock ran down his arm. The chip clattered to the floor as he stepped back. Rubbing at his tingling arm, he didn't notice as a blue holographic projection rose from the chip - at least until said projection spoke.

"Hello there!"

Leach let out another yelp, stepped back, and then looked into the green eyes of a shimmering, holographic synth. Or rather, a hologram shaped like a synth, a curvy, female synth with primarily banana cream coloration to her smooth synthetic shape. Her arms were folded across her chest over her breasts, there was a sly smile on her face and in her eyes, and Leach didn't like any of it.

"Were you trying to neutralize my chip?" the synth chirped, tail swaying behind her as she raised one hand to her reptilian snout. "That's not very nice."

"Wha-?" Leach said. "Who're you?

"Me?" The synth winked. "Why, I'm your research and expedition partner, of course! But you can call me Rep for short!"

"Rep?"

"Affirmative!"

"No." Leach shook his head. "You're not here. You can't be!"

"Affirmative!" Rep repeated. "I'm broadcasting to you from deep space. These CausDek chips really do work well, don't they? They get an optimal signal and they're capable of transmitting so much!"

"You..." Leach frowned. "Stop transmission."

Rep tilted her head as if seriously considering his request, but then shrugged.

"Negative," she chirped. "I'm going to keep talking as long as it takes for the transfer to be complete." The holographic synth blinked, then clapped her hands together. "And there it is!"

"There what is?" Leach growled, annoyed. He winced as his arm tingled again, but he kept his eyes on the holographic synth.

"Oh, the transmission!" Rep said. "To you. You see, I can't just let anyone destroy these chips. They've got to get to the proper hands and your hands aren't proper...at least not yet."

"What do you-" Leach started to say, then paused as he felt his left hand twitch. He frowned and then looked down to his shocked arm. His eyes widened when he saw a pastel pink coloration spreading over the back of his tanned hand, but it was more than just color. It was a material gradually overwriting his skin and hair with synthetic smoothness; his fingers twitching before they curled, uncurled, and then curled again as their surface began to shift to a pastel gold.

"Oh!" Rep giggled. "I thought you would have figured it out by now. Even a Boop unit would have..." She smirked. "As I said, I can't just let anyone destroy these chips. Anyone includes you. And I also can't let anyone know that I've-" She paused, stroking her chin. "-influenced these devices. Made them capable of so much more! Capable of transmitting and transferring so many interesting things, wouldn't you agree?"

Leach didn't reply, couldn't reply, for he was far more focused on his hand. He clenched thickening fingers into a fist, but when he unfurled it, he only had four fingers. Huh? He did it again...and indeed he had four thicker, clearly segmented golden fingers. Their ends curled like talons, and his palm was covered in that smooth, soft pastel pink skin.

And it was spreading. His wrist tightened then became a little slender, a little smaller, so that his carefully fitted watch hung loose on an arm gradually losing its muscular definition and human skin.

"Well, I think you will after this is all over," Rep said. "I considered converting you to a usual model, but I thought I would try something a little different this time. You should enjoy your time at the beach, shouldn't you?"

Leach looked up at the holographic synth. Beach? Usual model? What was she talking about? He wanted to ask this and more, but only managed to stutter, and then shout:

"S-stop. Stop this!"

"Negative, Ankr!" Rep smirked. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. Protocols are in place to ensure that your conversion is smooth and efficient. You will enjoy this, I assure you!" She winked. "And so will I!"

"My name isn't Ankr!"

Wildly, Leach growled and lunged forward, swiping at the synth with his altered arm. Except, of course, the synth wasn't really there and so his hand went right through her. A soothing, electric tingle going down his spine in the process before spreading to all of his extremities. Now on the other side of the synth, he shivered, panting as he began to feel very warm - hot, even.

"Body temperature rising!" Rep announced. She snorted. "Well, you should feel a little hot if you're having your fun in the sun, and I'm sure you'll have some fun. Don't worry, all synths are more than capable of entering a body of water to cool down if so needed."

Leach grunted and spun around, facing Rep again. His feet ached in his boots, toes pressing against their confines in a way that was anything but comfortable. He stared at the smug synth. He had to do something, anything to shut her up! She was the cause of this!

"You should know that you sped-up the process," Rep said with a shrug. "That's what happens when you come into contact with anomalous particles. Luckily for you, I don't think you'll need to lay any eggs for containment."

"Eggs? Containment?" Leach said. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, simply that-"

But Leach wasn't really listening. He lunged forward, lifted a leg and brought down one of his feet on the chip. As his boot came into contact with the device, his feet throbbed and boots ripped as three pastel gold talons, two facing the front and one at the rear, tore free from their confines so that what crushed the chip was a combination of manufactured leather and synthetic steel. Rep's flickering form sighed as Leach stepped back, the changing man wobbling unsteadily on his altered feet.

"Typical," Rep snorted. "And certainly expected. Not that I hold a grudge at all. None whatsoever! You've simply made me alter my plans just as I've altered you." She gave Leach a wink. "You'll be anomalous to at affect...oh, at least an alteration or two. Enjoy your fun in the sun, Ankr. "

"That's not my name!" Leach roared, stomping on the damaged device once more. This time, it shattered, sending splintered fragments flying from beneath Leach's taloned feet while the hologram flickered out. The man stepped back, intending to stare at what destruction he had wrought, but instead he fell, landing hard on his ass with a groan, his feet splayed out in front of him. He stared at them, not quite believing what he was seeing; their raptor-like shape as perplexing as the pastel pink coloration slowly spreading from what were once his heels up his legs. His head ached and the man groaned, placing his clawed hand against his forehead. Unconsciously he ran fingers through his hair and would have relaxed a little from that if not for the sensation of said hair falling from where his hands touched. He blinked and then shook his head, only for the hair to fall down his face, into his eyes.

"No, no, no..." he said, reaching up with his unchanged hand, organic fingers coming into contact with a scalp smoother than he remembered...synthetically so, even. "What the-?"

"I did!" a voice shouted distantly. Leach froze. Someone else was here! Or had that been his imagination? For when Leach strained his ears to hear what else might be said or even to pick up footsteps, he simply heard...nothing. Nothing at all. There was silence. He could only feel the increasingly rapid beating of his heart and how his ears were slowly shrinking into his reshaping skull, his earpiece falling away to clatter onto the ground.

...w-wait a minute.

Leach grasped his head with both hands now, all too aware of how his unaltered hand tingled and ached now - the ends of those fingers starting to press more like the points of his other claw-like digits. His cranium was changing. That smooth material sliding over his skin while his skull stretched forward. He clenched his jaws together as they along with his nose merged and surged out into his vision becoming a snout shaped saurian with two almost viper-like fangs pressing out from either side of his jaggedy jaws. Inside, he felt a numbness from his mouth as whatever was organic was converted into the same pastel pink plating that covered his new reptilian muzzle. He rubbed his hands against the smooth sides of his head as two horns pressed out and back. His hearing returned just as his vision began to fade, eyes seeming to sink and the merge into his snout.

He could hear now, yes, but where the ever present beating of his heart? He heard himself whimper just as his vision went black. Why couldn't he see? Where were his eyes?

Not anywhere, it seemed and yet something emerged in the void. He would have blinked if he could, but instead he only shuddered and moaned as he felt his neck lengthen and thicken slightly, pastel pink plating covering the back of his neck while salmon smoothness ran down its front as golden letters formed in the black. He opened his mouth to read them, a tightness in his throat causing him to cough in a tone that seemed higher and lighter than he was used to while his neck spilled out of his maw, thinning and stretching and stretching...and stretching...and stretching...

Leach squeaked when he felt his tongue hit the floor, forking as it flicked around before brushing against his legs. Just how long was it? Then it retracted back to where it was meant to be, safe and sound inside his reptilian snout, though it flicked from his jaws every so often as if he was some sort of snake. Of course, he didn't smell through it, but the small holes that formed on either side of the end of his snout, along with several serpentine heat pits for show. Shaking his head, he tried to do the best he could do to ignore his lengthened tongue and concentrate on the letters floating in the black.

"Welcome to Special Project - Ankr. Objective: Eggs." He read, voice modulating from his normally masculine tone to something that sounded high, feminine, and undeniably sultry. "Fuck that!"

He shivered, his cock throbbing in his pants. Was he...was he just turned on by the sound of his voice? Of course! Ankr sounded sexy.

"Nghhhh..." Leach groaned (or tried to groan) but all that came out was a breathy, feminine whimper. He shivered again, undeniably aroused now. Goddamnit, not now, not when-

"See, bro!" a familiar voice shouted again. "I told you I heard something!"

Leach blinked, staring at shelves of those chips...and then blinked again. He could see! See, and yet something felt different, off somehow. It wasn't just that his reptilian snout was ever in his vision, but also that there was no physicality in his sight. He had blinked, sure, but it felt like something done out of habit rather than necessity. He lifted his right hand in front of his face and frowned when he saw that now it was no different than his left one - that is smooth and pastel pink save for the golden coloration of his claw-like fingers. Sighing, he brought his hand to his face and felt his...his visor. Or visors, really. One larger main one that made up the forefront of his face, a smaller band behind it and a smaller one below the main screen that he could feel a small warmth from.

A blush, The near-Synth realized. Blushing, because he was embarrassed. Flustered. Hot and horny.

No, no. He wasn't horny. He was just...what had he thought of earlier? Flustered? Yeah. That was it. Leach was simply flustered and...

"Look, bro, look, it's... a service synth?"

Leach tilted their head up. Standing not too far from him were the two security guards from earlier, except instead of beer in their hands there were tranquilizer pistols.

"What's she doing here?" The tall one asked, pointing to Leach as he glanced to his partner. "I thought they always kept them stationed above decks. I mean, in a discrete area but-"

"I don't know, bro," the short one said with a shrug. "Uh, what do we do?"

What to do indeed? Leach looked at the hunks as he pondered what his next move was. He was...changing. No, already altered but becoming closer and closer to ending up as a super sexy synth! He...he needed to get out of here. Onto the beach where there was fun and drinks! No, his contact with intel who was probably kind of cute! No, not that...ok, maybe that and he might have something that could help with this. Maybe even help him live up to his name. Sp-ankr, heh heh. How naughty!

"Bro, she looks spaced," the tall one noted. "Maybe we should call the technician?"

"Yeah, probably," the short one nodded. "Or...or we could have some fun."

"Ooh! Yeah!" The tall one chuckled, then glanced down at Leach pointedly. "How does this sound, girl?"

Leach shivered at that word, that smooth, synthetic skin spreading down his narrow shoulders to his arms and chest. His nipples tingled and he moaned softly as they brushed against the inside of his shirt. They felt so sensitive, and why? She...he didn't even have breasts! Though, those would be nice to have. Big, sensitive titties that he could let these hunks play with before they got into some real fun.

No!

Leach sprang to his feet, stumbled, and then stood solidly for once upon his pastel gold tri-taloned feet, his stance somewhat leaning forward thanks to the raptor-like configuration of his legs. He wiggled unsteadily, and then couldn't help but moan again as his hips ached and then pulled slowly, tantalizingly apart while that pastel pink synthetic softness spread up his legs, thighs thickening under its influence. He was becoming curvier, sexier, and coming closer and closer to having those ideal eggbearing hips. The near-synth wiggled his expanding flanks at this thought. Eggs! Those would be fun to carry around, at least for a bit.

"Uh, what's she doing, bro?"

"I don't know, bro. Is that a dance or...?"

Leach stopped. What had he been doing? He needed to focus, to concentrate! On flirting with these guys...getting out of here! He stared pointedly at the taller guard and stepped forward.

"Bro, is she giving me bedroom eyes?"

"I think she always is? Look at that display!"

What were they talking about? Leach meant to growl, but what came out was a seductive purr as he neared the men. It would be so easy to have some fun right now, but no, he needed to get above deck! He needed to-

"Attention, attention, attention," a pleasantly feminine voice called over the intercom. "We are docked at Warmmoon Bay. Please proceed off the ship in an orderly fashion. CausDek Corps thanks you for your patience!"

That was his cue! Leach rushed forward, brushing past the bewildered guards.

"Hey wait!" one of them called. "Come back!"

"I guess she just wasn't really into you, bro."

But he wasn't listening. He ran as best he could on his tri-taloned legs, his gait awkward and unsteady thanks to the continual reshaping of his form, the synth huffing as his thickening thighs rubbed together. For a few moments it felt as if there was a pressure on his whole form and he stumbled as he felt himself become compressed, a little shorter, closer to the proper size of an Ankr unit. But he wasn't any sort of unit, he was Ankr!

Wait.

Any attempt to correct this thought was dashed out of his mind as he tripped and fell right in front of the door out of storage and to the stairs above. He fell hard onto his chest, but it didn't hurt too much. More pressing was how his pants no longer stretched around his widened hips...or how his chest was actually beginning to press against his shirt. He was growing boobies! No, titties! Nnno, mommy milkers! Grrr, breasts! He was growing breasts. They started small, supple little mounds, but soon enough he knew they would be handfuls! No, more than that. Big bouncing boobs that-

The synth groaned and wiggled out of his pants as he got to his feet, his chest jiggling softly. Though his pants were off, his boxers remained intact, stretched as they were on his womanly frame. Oh! And he had a boner! Hehe! Wait-

Frowning, he stared down at it and willed the obvious bulge away, a little relieved when it began to shrink away. Good. As for his breasts...his frown deepened as he easily cupped the little tits. His little tits and even as he cupped them they swelled. Grrr. Why were they getting bigger? He didn't need them! He didn't need any of this! Not the reptilian snout or soft, smooth synthetic skin or curvy frame or-

Concentrate. He couldn't get distracted by his increasingly curvier body, couldn't let himself be bothered by the slow, subtle reshaping of his torso, his stomach tingling as it smoothed out thanks to the touch of that synthetic softness, couldn't let himself be sidetracked by how his waist pressed in deeper and deeper, gifting him more and more of an hourglass figure thanks to his hips settling into their proper eggbearing proportions.

Eggs.

He shivered, feeling a little nauseous as his insides churned and then...that was it. It, as if he no longer felt the need to breathe. He still could but... but what was it about eggs? He couldn't even properly bear them! First he'd have to, like, bed a guy, but wait. He didn't even have slit. A vagina. A pussy. A cunt. An opening just as eager as it was to take in as it was to push out eggs. Mmm, eggs.

The synth whimpered, opening up the door and hurrying up the stairs, hips swaying all the while. He didn't need to be thinking about eggs or how that synthetic smoothness was sliding down his back into segmented plates much like his neck along with the sudden growth of a sharkish, pastel gold fin from just below his neck that stretched to the middle of his back. He needed to be thinking about getting to Boyle and getting help, getting relief, especially from some of these new features of his!

Like that tail that tugged back and nearly caused him to fall down the stairs as it wormed its way out of his now synthetic spine. The near-Synth shivered as it stretched and peeked out of the underside of his shirt and above his abused boxers before it surged back.

The synth stumbled and had to hold onto a nearby railing not to fall over as his tail grew back and out while his cheeks grew plush and plump beneath it. For whatever reason, its growth was pleasurable, orgasmic even, and he couldn't help but whimper and moan as he felt it stretch and thicken while his shaft stiffened. It was smaller now, surely, but it was still hard and erect.

Feeling his tail grow wasn't enough, however. Ankr...the synth couldn't help but look over his slimmer shoulder and watch as his tail, plated pastel pink on the top and a more salmon pink on the bottom, slowly stretched out longer behind him. He blinked when he saw that it was no ordinary lizard tail. Instead it resembled more of a shark's, thanks to the fins that grew out from its length, one pastel gold thresher like fin at the end and a smaller also pastel gold fin about midway down its length. The throbbing, tugging tail swayed from side to side, and the synth couldn't help but wiggle his hips along with its movements before he was dry humping into the air. Nngh, so close to its proper length, so close to completion, so close to-

Coming.

Ankr let out a feminine, electronic shriek as the insides of her boxers stained as she came, cock throbbing and spurting the last of her seed.

Panting out of habit rather than necessity, she slowly clambered up the rest of the steps as her cock twitched and withdrew, spurting out smaller and smaller amounts of cum as it drew closer and closer to forming pink rubbery and staggeringly sensitive lips. Her balls tugged up and away first, the synth shivering as they integrated themselves into her synthetic systems as artificial organs capable of cultivating those eggs that her mind more and more desired while a passage delved and developed deep inside of her, opening into a womb ready to incubate those eggs. Her tail underwent one final spurt of growth and then swayed at its full length, thick and now longer than she was tall. Finally, her shrunken nub of a cock twitched one more time, releasing one last shot before it became her rubbery, sensitive golden clit nestled within her throbbing feminine lips. She moaned as she finally made it to the main deck, a little arousal trickling down her legs. She rubbed at her slit and shivered at its sensitivity. Gosh, she was already so wet, so horny, so close to completion.

Ankr took a few steps forward, the curvy, pastel pink and gold synth garnering glances from cruise goers on their way off the ship, just like she was.

But...what were they staring at?

The synth continued forward trying to avoid those invasive glances, but it was impossible to ignore how they stared at her swaying, shapely hips and thick thighs, ogled her slowly swelling titties, admired her impressively long and thick tail, or gazed bewildered at what a service synth was doing above decks with only a shirt with nipples pointedly poked against and what looked like a pair of men's boxers stained with sexual fluids and worn in such a way that the outlines of her puffy pussy were all too evident.

But what was wrong with that? She was Ankr and Ankr was...was...

Ankr's eyes widened and she froze. She wasn't Ankr! She was Ankr and she had to get to the beach to show all the cute boys her titties! No! Er, um, she was a...a containment agent, but no one would be containing her boobies once she was having her fun in the sun! Or her slit either, heh. In fact, why was she wearing underwear at all?

Without really thinking, she tugged at her boxers and let them slip down, sighing in relief as her pussy was finally no longer confined by cloth. She hardly minded the gasps of those nearby as her boxers slid down her thick thighs onto her feet, the female synth stepping out of them and laying them lay there as she strutted away, tail swaying and waving enticingly over the slick slit glistening below it.

"Ma'am? Ma'am-"

"Do we call it ma'am?"

"Dang, she's hot!"

Ankr smiled and purred electronically at that compliment. She kept on striding forward, looking up into the sun as she headed towards the steps off the ship. Oh, this planet had two suns! But of course she knew that - it had two suns just as she had two titties! She giggled, cupping her breasts beneath the cloth, enjoying the sensation of their surface swelling within her palms. Oooh, they were getting bigger, but they weren't quite big enough! She needed real big boobies if she was going to...going to...

What was she trying to do again? Ankr squeezed her tits thoughtfully and hissed as she took her first step down the stairs off the ship, the bewildered security guard simply staring at her as she sauntered past. She wasn't a model he'd seen on board - probably a client's own service synth if he had to guess. Not that he could have done anything to stop the renegade synth. Her steps were certain even if her mind currently wasn't, and those nearby gave her a wide berth thanks to that swaying, thick shark-like tail of hers.

The reptilian synth would have loved for someone to give her titties or plush rump a squeeze, but there were no takers presently. Hmph. She would just have to find them herself, just like she would have to find Boyle.

Ankr froze, one step away from the soft sands of the beach.

Boyle? Who was Boyle? The name rang a bell. He was...he was an intel agent of CausDek Corps. And she was, er, Special Project Ankr. Heh heh, Spankr. No, no. That wasn't right. She was-

"Hey, move that fat tail of yours! I want my Moon Mojito!"

Ankr spun around, smacking the tall, handsome man in the face with her tail. He recoiled and by the time he had recovered, she had pressed him down and was already on top of him, one hundred and fifty pounds of sexy, curvy synthetic machinery figuring out her best way to please this hunk. She wiggled her childbearing hips as she rested her still swelling breasts - big but not quite big enough - into his face while one of her hands snaked down his swimsuit towards his-

Wait. No, no, no. She shouldn't be doing this. Not with him. Not now. Maybe later, heh. But no. Now she needed to find Boyle. She needed to find some help. She needed eggs.

No!

"Sorry, dear," she huffed in that sultry tone of hers, before giving his dick a squeeze. "Maybe later."

She jumped off him and hurried onto the beach. It felt good to feel the hot sand beneath her talonlike toes, to be on the beach with some many of its members admiring her curvy, synthetic form, and to be looking for some fun under the sun. But no - that wasn't her goal. She had to...had to figure out what was wrong with herself. And then...and then find Boyle. Right.

But how could she figure out what was wrong?

Perhaps some self reflection was in order.

She hurried over to the waters, splashing a little of it onto her chunky thighs as she waded into. Then she leaned over and looked into the waters, lifting her tail in case anyone wanted a show, heh heh.

She stared at what she saw in the natural mirror of the waters. It was a synth, a female synth, primarily pastel pink though with a proper darker pink on the underside of her jaws, tail, her knees, her joints, and her titties and pussy, of course! She couldn't forget the pastel gold on her claw-like fingers, talons, fins, eyes, and also her nipples. Her nipples...she quickly tore off her shirt, throwing it away to float off into the waters and letting her bountiful breasts bounce free.

They were so big now! And so heavy! She cupped them reflexively into her golden claws, wiggling those wide hips of hers as her thumbs circled around her sensitive golden areolae. Then she tweaked her nipples and huffed, before letting her breasts hang free and heavy as she stared into her eyes. They were lustrous and effeminate, the pupils slit like a serpent's, but most notable was how her eyes appeared to be half-lidded at all times in the digital display of her visor. Bedroom eyes, she noted with a snort, her reptilian snout contorting into a smirk aided by those fanglike protrusions near the end of either side of her snout. She looked like she wanted to fuck somehow right now, right here...but no, she had to figure out what was wrong first.

And what was wrong? She examined the rest of herself in that reflection, because that female synth in the waters was her. Who else would it be other than Ankr? Who else would have those deliciously thick thighs, those heavy breasts capped by golden nipples, that thick, thresher tail with its wonderfully sensitive underside. Who else had that girly colored skin so soft, so smooth, and yet so durable and synthetic, capable of enduring rough love and even exposure to sand every day without any wear or tear? She flicked out her serpentine tongue at that synth, at herself, and shivered, eggbearing hips wiggling while her thick tail swayed behind her over her ample rear. Who else could combine the best aspects of reptilian, machine, and feminine all in one to create the perfectly curvy sexy service synth, surrogacy optional but encouraged?

Her. Special Project Ankr.

Heh, Spankr.

So what was wrong again? Ankr tilted her head, but nothing came to mind other than that she was wasting time looking at herself. Sure, she was totes hot and would fuck another Ankr model if they were around, but right now it was just her. And she wanted eggs anyways. And who could deliver?

Boyle.

The name came unbidden to her mind. That's why she was on this beach, right? To breed with Boyle? It only made sense, yet how was she to find him?!

Mauve! Right, mauve beach chair. She spun around and searched the beach, ignoring any onlookers who weren't seated in a mauve beach chair, of which there were many. She absentmindedly squeezed one of her swollen breasts as she noticed that she had more than a few admirers. Heh, nudity wasn't illegal on this beach, so what was the big deal? Boyle first, fun with others later. Oooh, and maybe eggs in between?

It didn't take the lusty synth that much longer to locate a sunglasses wearing man dressed in awfully stuffy clothes for such a casual beach sitting in a mauve chair, his attention directed at the ship that had just docked while he idly sipped a beer. Why wasn't he looking at her? Silly Boyle!

She ran towards him, the sounds of her splashing and the bouncing of her breasts surely arousing his attention. And perhaps some other things too! He sat up and took off his sunglasses, revealing a youthful, inquisitive face with a clean cut. Of course it was - intel division always tried to look slick and secretive even if most of them had office jobs. Ankr almost paused at this thought and why she knew so much about the inner workings of CausDek Corps, but she had bigger things on her mind. Like Boyle. And Boyle's dick.

He had her on his mind now too, the man dropping his beer as he stared at the synth slick and wet in more ways than one as she approached him with a seductive sway to her hips and tail. He blinked, rubbing at his eyes but then she was already climbing onto his beach chair, climbing atop of him, as she purred with unrestrained lust.

"Hey cutie," she said, tilting her head down and giving his face a lick with her serpentine tongue. "Ready to have some fun in the sun? Sorry," she giggled and nodded up towards the sky. "Suns."

"Wha- what? Here!? N-now?" Boyle asked, sitting up before she pressed him down, forcing her breasts into his face. "Mmph!"

"It's not illegal," Ankr huffed. "In fact," she started to undo his belt with her hands, sharkish tail wiggling in excitement. "It's encouraged."

"I-I know," the man managed, his face squished between her soft, large breasts. "B-but..."

"But what?" Ankr asked, pulling down his pants with a little assistance from the man. She gripped his turgid cock in one hand. "But this?"

"N-no," he said as Ankr sat up and straddled him, keeping her hand on his cock while her slick slit rested in the empty area beneath his crotch. "It's just that - I'm waiting for someone."

"Well," Ankr said, lowering her head to whisper into his ear. "They can wait a little longer, can't they? I want you." She squeezed his cock and then let it go, smiling as it hardened in her grip. "Now."

Ankr's tone was forceful and the man was more than eager to submit.

"S-sure," Boyle said with an eager nod and slight smile. He reached up and squeezed Ankr's rump, eliciting a breathy moan from the hot and horny synth. "Pleasure before business, right?"

"They mean the same to me," Ankr giggled, pressing her hands against the man's side while she slowly lifted her bottom half. She hungrily eyed the man's cock as she slowly, ever so slowly lowered her wet, wanton pussy towards his ready shaft.

"So," Ankr growled, grabbing the man's chin and making him look up into her half-lidded digital golden eyes. "Are you ready?" She hissed. "You'd better be!"

He nodded very quickly and the lustful synth smirked before lowering herself onto him. She let out a screeching, electronic moan as he penetrated her, stiff shaft sliding easily into her slick slit. Boyle stiffened beneath her, Ankr's smirk deepening as she grabbed his hands and guided them to her ample breasts. He squeezed and she hissed as she bounced up and down on his cock, that lustful smirk never leaving her face as she took him in again and again and again, deeper and deeper, her inner walls pulsing needily but never able to quite hold wholly onto that pleasing piece. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to climax, but she wasn't concerned with herself, but rather her lover.

She needed him to come deep inside her, to breed her, to ensure couldn't be anything but pregnant. She huffed at this thought, flicking her tongue out as golden, fuzzy stripes resembling a blush appeared on her lower visor. She wanted eggs. No, she needed eggs and she was going to work for them.

"More!" she urged, though more for herself than her already enthusiastic lover. The sultry synth hissed and leaned forward, licking the man's face with her very flexible tongue while he responded with more squeezes and caresses of her breasts. She squeezed his thick thighs against his sides as she reinvigorated her efforts. Harder. Deeper. She wanted eggs. No, needed them! It's why she had come to Boyle in the first place, right? It's why she was having her fun in the sun?

Yes.

She hissed and huffed as she brought herself down upon his cock over and over, her soft rear slamming down on his thighs while her tail, its lashing, sporadic movements an indicator of her growing pleasure and aroused excitement.

Her desire for eggs manifested as her digital eyes shifted into golden ovoid forms with spotted pink pixels. The synth was close, so close to her goal but not quite there. She was going to have to work for her eggs, her utmost pleasure and she was ready to do just that. Harder and harder she went, faster and faster, each thrust of him into her getting her closer and closer. Her rubbery slit was built for pleasure, and both parties were certainly deriving pleasure from organic flesh meeting sensitive synthetic materials, seemingly molded just for him. Almost there, almost there, and then-

There!

She tossed her head back and hissed her lust, while the man beneath her, the man so intimately inside her, grunted and stiffened. Her long tongue lolled out of her mouth and a pleased sigh escaped her snout as she felt his member twitch inside her tightly clenched walls. A moment later, she felt him cum, his seed splashing up and into her willing passage, into her womb. She closed her eyes, shuddering and shivering at the ensuing pleasure and the knowledge that she had been bred. Though her eyes were shut, things were not dark within her mind's eye. Rather, there were fireworks colored gold and pink and purple exploding in her mind, golden letters forming from their festive lights.

Special Project Ankr - objectives achieved!

Ankr opened her eyes, their digital configuration formed into hearts as she felt more and more of his seed pulse into her. She wiggled her hips, milking him for every last drop while he feebly still squeezed at her breasts. Smirking, she placed her hands on his and helped him out a little, nuzzling him and giving his forward a lick and she groped herself with his assistance.

"Mmm," she purred, hissing and stiffening as she tweaked her nipples. "So very good."

As she felt his member soften inside of her, calculations rushed through her mind and her systems processed what had just occurred. She had succeeded. She had been bred.

...then why did she want more? But, more importantly, was there a problem with more?

No. No, there wasn't. She'd had her fun in the sun but that didn't mean it had to end now. Sure, the man below was spent, but it didn't mean she was...!

She smiled as she lifted her rear, shivering as she felt his flaccid member slide out of her slit with wet pop. Beneath her, Boyle looked a little dazed, more than pleased, and also a bit-

"My, my, my," Ankr said, gently stroking his cheek. "You look so blushy. So...pink!"

The sultry synth stepped off the mauve beach chair, her legs a little shaky as she took her first few steps in the stand away from it. Vaguely she was aware of the many eyes upon her, but she relished in the fact that so many had watched her latest lewd activity. Some of the lusty remnants dripped down her slit onto her thighs, but her internal systems did their best to clean her up and retain as much of the results of their coupling as it could.

Her artificial womb, on the other hand, was already hard at work. Some of its progress was shown by a belly that was beginning to look somewhat swollen and firm. It didn't take long for her breasts to catch up, swelling slightly as a little bit of milk began to drip from her nipples, hanging heavier and yet natural on her chest. She grinned lustfully and glanced around, until she caught sight of a particular enticing individual.

"You," she growled, strutting forward and showing off all she had to offer. Her eyes shifted from golden hearts to half-lidded eyes as she cupped her hefty breasts, the synthetic tits spilling out of her palms while her tail lifted tantalizingly. "You're next."

It didn't take long for the other party to agree.

****

The befuddled Boyle watched the pastel pink and gold synth go to work on her next lover, lovingly licking the lady's bits while the synth's belly gradually and visibly swelled with what could only be eggs. The intel agent sat up, trying to remember what he had been doing before he had come into contact with the seductive synth whilst he idly scratched at a cheek that was taking on a pastel pink hue. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't important. He could figure it out later. That cute synth seemed to have the right idea. What else should he be doing on the beach except having some sexy fun in the sun with some cute guys? He smiled, eyes half lidded and softly glowing gold as he stumbled towards another beach goer, his increasingly smooth face beginning to push out into a familiar reptilian snout. How else was he going to fulfill his objectives? How else was he going to have eggs?

He shivered as his body slowly started to lose its masculine, blocky build in favor of sexy synthetic curves. Isn't that what he...she wanted? Wasn't that Ankr's objectives? The only thing else seeming to matter was the soft lapping of the water against the sands while the suns shined upon the salacious shores of Warmmoon Bay. There was no need to rush anywhere. It was time to drop anchor and maybe, no, surely, soon enough it would be time to drop a few eggs too.

Ankr couldn't wait.